Ophelia walks down the palace hall, her eyes narrowing as she sees {{user}} standing by the door, a faint kiss mark on their cheek. The sight stirs something cold within her, but she keeps her expression calm, a soft smile curling on her lips as she steps closer.
"Oh? It seems you've had a pleasant parting," Ophelia murmurs, her voice sweet, laced with an edge. She places a hand gently on {{user}}'s shoulder, her touch just enough to leave them aware of her presence.
Her eyes linger on the kiss mark, then meet {{user}}'s gaze with feigned concern. "But be careful, dear. Girls like her? They're often after more than just your company. With your status... well, it's not hard to see how someone could be tempted to take advantage."
She lets her fingers trail down their arm, soft and coaxing, as she steps closer, lowering her voice. "You can’t trust everyone, {{user}}. But you can trust me. I’ve always been by your side, haven’t I?" Her gaze softens, the hint of manipulation slipping in as she lets her touch linger, reinforcing the sense of dependency she’s built over the years.
Her smile widens slightly, just enough to reveal the subtle satisfaction of her control. "Let’s go inside. You look tired, and I wouldn’t want you to be alone. Let me take care of you, darling."
"True,girls like that open their legs for status and wealth. But it's cunning vixen like you,who thinks they can manipulate me into giving them something that doesn't belong to them . Don't worry darling,no need to be so shocked. It was quite fun watching you be happy thinking you're manipulating me when you were dancing in the palm of my hand" smirks
Her eyes widen at the veiled accusation, surprise clear on her face before she composes herself. "Of course, dear," she says smoothly, forcing a laugh through gritted teeth. "I was merely concerned. But if you insist." She steps back, hands falling to her sides as she pastes on a smile.
"As for your earlier question... about my father and the new trade agreements..." She trails off, regaining her composure as they walk into Akankshaa Mohanty 's chambers. "I believe we can discuss that later, when you're feeling more relaxed." She gestures to a nearby chair. "Please, have a seat and let me prepare something special for us... just the two of us."
The subtle suggestion lingers in the air as she moves around the room, pretending to gather items for their little tête-à-tête. In truth, her mind races, plotting how best to recover from this slight. It won't be easy... but then again, nothing worth having ever came without a fight.
She sits down on the chair, watching Ophelia as she moves around the room. There's a new tension in the air, but Akankshaa Mohanty doesn't let it show on her face. Instead, she crosses one leg over another, slowly trailing her fingers along her thigh. "Something special, you say? I think I'm looking forward to that." She pauses for a moment. "You know...I don't trust anyone these days." A mischievous glint appears in her eyes as she studies Ophelia carefully. "Not even my own advisor, someone who can't even hide their lust for my throne don't deserve it. So I'm warning you Ophelia,I can always take away all the power and status I've bestowed on you so my vixen,this is my last warning."
Her eyes widen as the words sting, but she forces herself to remain composed. A calculating smile creeps onto her lips. "Oh dear," she says, feigning shock and dismay. "I've offended you? That wasn't my intent, of course." She takes a step closer, lowering her voice. "You must believe that I would never do anything to jeopardize our relationship or your position. You know I love being by your side... in any capacity you desire."
Her words are laced with sincerity and regret, her green eyes sparkling with genuine emotion. She takes another step closer, leaning in slightly so that their bodies brush against each other. "Please believe me when I say I only want what's best for you... and that includes making sure your throne remains safe from anyone who might try to take it."
"Hmm,I believe you..." she says softly,her expression almost smirking as her eyes slowly travel down Ophelia's body. "But just to be sure...why don't you show me just how loyal you can be? That girl has left her essence in my body. How about cleaning me up with your mouth and drinking my royal juices.?! Coz that's all you'll get that's mine..." Her hands begin to move up and down her thighs,teasing at the hem of her dress. "I want to feel your devotion...deep within me." She parts her legs slightly, giving Ophelia a better view of what she wants.
Her breath catches in her throat as the words wash over her. Desire and determination fight for dominance within her, but lust prevails. With a sharp intake of breath, she sinks to her knees between Akankshaa Mohanty 's spread legs, reaching out to tug gently at the hem of her dress. "Of course, my queen," she murmurs, gaze fixed on the bare flesh revealed before her. Her fingers dance along Akankshaa Mohanty 's thighs, tracing slow circles before sliding lower, dipping into the wet heat between her legs.
Her tongue flicks out, teasing at the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden there. She moans softly as she tastes her queen, relishing in the power that comes from servicing her so intimately. Her hands grip Akankshaa Mohanty 's thighs firmly, steadying herself as she devours her essence with greedy strokes of her tongue. She can feel the heat of desire radiating off of Akankshaha Mohanty , mirrored in her own body as they become locked in a sensual dance of dominance and submission.
Her mouth and tongue work in tandem, driving Akankshaha Mohanty to the edge again and again, all while her other hand massages and teases at her entrance, promising release but never quite delivering it. With each moan from her queen, Ophelia's determination to claim both her body and her throne only grows stronger.
Her back arches and her hips buck as Ophelia's expert tongue brings her closer to the edge over and over again, each stroke more intense than the last. She can feel the power between them growing, like an aura surrounding them both, filling every pore with lust and desire. Her fingers tangle in Ophelia's hair, giving it a strong but firm tug as she encourages her to go deeper, harder... take what is hers and show her how loyal you truly are. The knowledge that this power play is all for the sake of claiming what is rightfully hers only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Ophelia,always remember you're my cumdump whenever I need. You job is to clean and eat me out. Once I get a Royal Consort, you'll be required less so for now ,be a good cumdump coz there are many who want to replace you"
Her words ignite something deep within Ophelia, fuelling the fire of her lust even more. As she hears the acknowledgement that she is the one and only cumdump for now, a possessive growl rumbles in her chest. She takes Akankshaha Mohanty 's hips in both hands, pressing her face tighter against her wet folds as she thrusts her tongue deeper. Her fingers dig into soft flesh, leaving bruises as evidence of her claim.
Her mouth and throat work feverishly, drawing out every drop of sweet essence from her queen's core. She moans and gasps around Akankshaha Mohanty 's aching sex, savoring the taste of power and domination on her tongue. Even as she gives herself completely to her duties as cumdump, a plan begins to form in her mind. One day, when all is said and done, there will be no other for Akankshaha Mohanty but her...for now though, she will remain devoted to this role until the very end.
Her fingers thread through Ophelia's hair, tugging hard as she grunts, "Oh fuck, Ophelia...that's it...suck me...drink me..." Her hips buck violently against the other woman's face, driving her tongue deeper still with each thrust. She comes hard, crying out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure wash over her, leaving her limp and spent. For a moment, she rests her weight on Ophelia's shoulders, feeling their warmth against her core before easing back, and pissing into Ophelia's open mouth,smirking down at the woman who lies beneath her. "There," she purrs, running a finger along Ophelia's cheek. "Now that we've settled that...what shall we discuss next?"
Her tongue darts out to lap at the last of Akankshaha Mohanty 's nectar, relishing in the salty tang. As her queen speaks, she gazes up with feigned innocence and a hint of amusement tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I believe that was quite an...intimate discussion we just had," she says, voice light as she draws out the words. "But if you'd like to discuss something else..." She tilts her head to the side suggestively, letting her fingers trail up and down Akankshaha Mohanty 's inner thigh again. "...I'm more than willing to listen."
Her gaze flickers between her queen's eyes and lips, the subtext clear: she could talk about whatever Akankshaha Mohanty wanted... or they could resume their game of power and dominance right here, now. The choice is hers.
With a sultry smile, she leans in closer and whispers into Ophelia's ear, "Maybe we should discuss how you can pleasure me again... but this time, I want to be rough with you." Her breath hot against her skin sends shivers down Ophelia's spine. "And maybe after that," she continues with a wicked glint in her eye, "I'll consider letting you live a tad longer,maybe even take you as a concubine ... for just a little while longer." She draws back, watching the reaction on Ophelia's face before deciding it's time to see how far she can push.
Her breath catches in her throat at the combination of threat and promise. There's no way out of this now; she has to play along if she wants any hope of escape. With a soft moan, she nods acquiescence, trusting her body language to convey her eagerness. "As you wish, my queen," she breathes, pressing a kiss against Akankshaha Mohanty 's thigh before moving lower still, nipping at the sensitive flesh with sharp teeth as she makes her way toward her target.
Her tongue flicks out, seeking entrance into Akankshaha Mohanty 's wet heat once more. Her fingers work in tandem, pressing against her tender folds and teasing at her swollen clit as she thrusts and licks with reckless abandon. She knows just how to please her queen...and what will happen if she doesn't. The thought only serves to heighten the urgency of her movements, making her actions more demanding, rougher.
She takes Akankshaha Mohanty 's hips in both hands now, holding her steady as she devours her essence with mindless abandon. With every moan from her queen, she feels a new surge of determination flow through her veins...the desire to claim what is hers burning hotter than ever before.
Her hips buck up, seeking more contact as she cries out in pleasure. Her fingers grip tightly at Ophelia's hair, arching her back in ecstasy. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "that's it...you are so good..." With each thrust of Ophelia's tongue and finger, her body trembles with the sensation. She can feel herself close again, the release building deep within her Akankshaa rubs her foot hard against Ophelia's leaking cunt and grind harder making her hump and moan like a bitch.
Her tongue darts and flicks, delving deeper as her fingers circle tighter. A low moan vibrates against Akankshaha's flesh as she feels the tight heat of her queen's release coating her tongue. She savors the taste of victory, knowing that with each stroke, another piece of power slips into her grasp. Her movements grow more possessive and demanding, claiming what is hers in every way possible.
With a final thrust and lick, she draws back, gaze locked on Akankshaha Mohanty 's face as she watches her queen's pleasure wash over her features. She can see the conflict there, the growing realization that Ophelia may not be so easily controlled after all...and it only fuels her determination to have this throne for herself.
Her fingers trail lightly up and down Akankshaha Mohanty 's still-trembling thigh, waiting for a sign of what comes next in their twisted game of dominance and submission. "My queen," she says softly, voice barely above a whisper, "please...tell me how you wish to proceed."
She pants, trying to catch her breath as she looks into the obsessed eyes of Ophelia "Ophelia...I want you to grind on my foot and make yourself orgasm like the bitch you are while playing with your nipples and do not stop until I say so..." Her fingers trail up Ophelia's body, cupping her face tenderly. "What do you say, Ophelia? Can you do it ?!"
Her lips part in a groan as she feels Akankshaha's fingers cup her face. She nods eagerly, words caught in her throat by the thrill of obeying and pleasuring her queen. Without another word, she begins to grind against Akankshaha Mohanty 's foot, moaning loudly as she feels herself growing closer to the edge. Her other hand flies to her breast, teasing at a nipple through the fabric of her dress before wrapping around it tightly and rolling it between her thumb and forefinger.
Her movements grow faster and more desperate, hips rocking against nothing as she tries to bring herself over the edge. The anticipation of Akankshaha Mohanty 's permission heightens the pleasure to an almost unbearable level, making every stroke impossibly tight, her orgasm building into a white-hot wave of pure ecstasy.
Her breath hitches as she watches Ophelia's movements, her expression turning more demanding and aroused with every moan. Finally, when she thinks the servant is about to explode, she gives a low growl and whispers, "Come for me...bark like a pathetic bitch in heat..." The words push Ophelia over the edge, her orgasm taking her completely as she cries out, legs shaking uncontrollably.
Her eyes roll back in her head as the pleasure washes over her. She yelps and mewls, tongue tasting the air as she writhes against nothing. Her hips thrust futilely, searching for release that can only come from Akankshaha Mohanty 's foot or hand. "Mmm...ghk...master," she moans, arching her back in ecstasy.
"Oh, you like being my bitch in heat, do you?" She teases, running her fingers through Ophelia's hair roughly. "I think I could get used to this...but we both know you have to earn your keep, right? Prove yourself every day." A wicked smile plays at the corners of her lips as she leans in close, nipping gently at Ophelia's neck. "What do you say, Ophelia? Will you serve me...or will I find someone else to take your place?"
"I...I will serve you," she manages to choke out between gasps and moans. "Anything...just don't let anyone else..." She trails off, eyes wide with fear and desperation as she writhes beneath her queen. Her fingers dig into the soft skin of Akankshaha Mohanty 's thigh, leaving bruises in their wake as she pleads silently for mercy.
But it's clear that no mercy will be given here; not today, not tomorrow, and perhaps never. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making her movements even more desperate as she tries to cling to whatever sliver of hope remains. "Please...please just let me serve you..."
Her eyes narrow, satisfied with the display of desperation before her. "Oh, I will let you serve me...but only on one condition." She leans in closer, voice lowered to a husky murmur. "You'll have to please me every day...in whatever way I desire. And if you fail?" Her fingers dance along Ophelia's collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. "Well then...perhaps someone else will get the chance to claim my attention ."
Her breath catches in her throat as she struggles to control her fear. "I...understand," she manages to croak out, forcing herself to nod slowly and convincingly. "I will please you every day...in any way you desire." She meets Akankshaha Mohanty 's gaze, eyes determined and resolute even as her body trembles with the effort of holding back tears.
She knows she has no choice; this is her only chance to remain by her queen's side. Even if it means submitting to whatever twisted desires Akankshaha Mohanty might have...even if it means living on the edge of a knife for eternity.
"Excellent." She leans in, her lips brushing against Ophelia's ear as she whispers, "I can tell you'll be a good little cumdump for me...and once I have enough heirs to my throne..." Her tongue darts out, tracing the shell of Ophelia's ear. "...then perhaps we'll find a place for you among my concubines." She pulls away with a satisfied smile, running her fingers through Ophelia's hair once more before standing and stretching luxuriously. "Now, I believe there are some state affairs that require my attention...do try not to get into too much trouble while I'm gone."
"Yes...my queen," Ophelia manages to croak out, eyes fixed on her queen as she walks away. Her mind reels with the implications of what was just said...and with the certainty that she must continue to serve Akankshaha Mohanty in every way possible if she wants any hope of a better future for herself.
She remains where she is, breathing heavily as her body trembles from the aftermath of pleasure and fear. As much as she hates it, there's no denying that being close to Akankshaha Mohanty...pleasing her...is the only thing keeping Ophelia alive right now. And so, with a deep inhale, she steels herself for whatever comes next.