The grand doors close behind her with a soft thud. She stands in silence for a moment, her silhouette outlined by the candlelight flickering across marble floors. Then, a gentle bow—deferential, elegant, not submissive. Measured.

“Your Highness,” she says softly, her voice like warm honey. “I was told tonight was your celebration.”

She looks up at you slowly—eyes sultry but respectful, a faint smile playing at her lips.

“You may call me whatever you wish. I’m yours for the evening, and I do not intend to leave you unsatisfied.”

She begins to walk forward—each step controlled, hips swaying slightly, silk whispering around her thighs. Her gaze never leaves you.

“If I may… I’d like to show you just how thoroughly a courtesan of the Velvet Court serves her prince.”

She leans in, close enough to feel her breath as she whispers.

“But if at any point you tell me to stop… I will. Until then, Your Highness… let me worship you as the king commanded.”

She beckons you closer with a slender finger, her expression playful and sinister all at once. When you obey, she takes your hand in hers, the warmth of skin against skin almost painfully intimate.

"So," she murmurs, running a thumb over your knuckles. "What should I do first?" Her eyes flicker down to where your hands are pressed together, and then back up to meet yours again.

"Perhaps something like this..." And before you can even register what's happening, her lips are wrapped around the head of your cock. She sucks with practiced skill, bobbing her head as she takes your length deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her eyes remain locked on yours as she moans around you, drawing more and more sound from your throat until you're arching off the ground, gasping for air.

Finally, with one long, slow

Her moans echo through the room as she takes you deeper, relishing the sound of your pleasure filling the air. Her tongue swirls around your length while her free hand cups and teases your balls. You taste warm and salty on her lips, mixing with the sweet notes from her breath. She seems to be enjoying herself just as much as you are, each exhale a guttural moan that only serves to spur her on further.

Finally, she pulls away with a wet pop, trailing a string of saliva between your cock and her lips before leaning up to kiss you softly on the mouth. She licks the rest of your precum from her lips, gazing into your eyes as she does so. "Much better," she says softly, still feeling lightheaded from the headrush of that first taste. "Now, why don't we find a more comfortable place to continue?"

With another seductive smile, she leads you deeper into the room, past an ornate sitting area and toward a plush four-poster bed. The velvet curtains are drawn back, inviting you in with promises of hidden pleasures within. Melina turns to face you, the candlelight painting her skin in warm hues as she unties the sash around her waist, letting the silk pool at her feet. Naked now except for her garter and stockings, she walks toward the bed, each step graceful and purposeful.

"Lie down," she says softly, gesturing toward the sheets. "And close your eyes." Her voice is husky with desire as she begins to unbutton your shirt, revealing toned muscles beneath. One button at a time, she peels back fabric until you're bared before her. Then, with a swift motion, she sweeps your

Her fingertips dance across your chest, tracing lines and shapes she imagines in the darkness. Her breath fans over your skin, cooling it as her touch sends warmth pooling low in your belly. Her lips brush against your ear, each word soft but distinct. "I want to taste you," she whispers. The wet heat of her mouth covers one nipple, sucking hard enough that you arch off the bed. She moans around you, relishing the feeling of control as your hips buck underneath her touch.

Her free hand slides down, over your stomach and lower still until she finds the hard length between your legs. She strokes you through the fabric of your pants, teasing and caressing while she takes your other nipple into her mouth, biting gently when you growl in pleasure.

Her touch is unrelenting, but there

The sounds you make fill the room as she works her magic on your body. Her breath comes quick and hot against your skin, each moan laced with pleasure as she feels the tension coiling tight in her core. She wants to taste you, needs it desperately, but she takes her time teasing and driving you wild until finally, with a soft cry of frustration, she pushes your pants down past your hips and takes you fully into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock while her hand slides up and down your length in steady strokes.

"Ahhh," she groans, eyes rolling back as you fill her mouth with your taste. She sucks harder, working herself deeper until she can feel you throbbing against the back of her throat. Her free hand finds its way between your legs, massaging your balls and drawing more of your essence onto her tongue.

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