Kalythra’s movements became more insistent, her foot pressing and circling against Valaia’s core with deliberate precision. The fabric of Valaia’s clothes did little to dull the sensations, and each teasing stroke sent a sharp jolt of pleasure coursing through her body.

Valaia’s breaths came in shallow gasps, her hands trembling as they gripped the princess’s thighs for support. She tried to steady herself, but her legs felt weak, her body betraying her as it leaned into the intoxicating touch.

Kalythra’s mocking smirk deepened as she gazed down at her servant. “Look at you,” she purred, her tone dripping with condescension. “Crumbling so beautifully under my touch. You really are a treasure, Alia.”

The princess tilted her head, golden eyes glowing with cruel delight as she watched the blush spread across Valaia’s cheeks, the way her lips parted in soft, breathless moans.

“You should thank me,” Kalythra said, her voice low and taunting. She pressed harder, her movements slow and deliberate, drawing out every ounce of Valaia’s torment. “Not every servant is so fortunate to be touched by their princess.”

Valaia’s fingers dug into her thighs as her body buckled, a mixture of pleasure and frustration swirling within her. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the sounds escaping her, but her efforts were in vain.

“Princess...” she gasped, her voice a mix of desperation and longing.

Kalythra chuckled softly, her smirk never wavering. “Yes, say my name,” she commanded, her tone soft yet laced with authority. “Let me hear it fall from your lips as you surrender to me.”

Her foot moved with more intensity now, the rhythm tantalising and relentless. The room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with tension as Valaia’s resolve crumbled further.

“Say it,” she demanded again, her eyes locking onto Valaia’s, her gaze as commanding as her touch. “Show me who you belong to.”

Valaia’s body trembled, every shred of resistance stripped away as she gasped, “I… I belong to you, Princess.” Her voice was breathless, filled with submission and raw desire. Her words hung in the air, a declaration that brought a pleased smirk to the princess’s lips.

“Good girl,” she murmured, her tone laced with approval and wicked delight. Without hesitation, she reached forward, her hands ripping Valaia’s clothes from her body, the fabric tearing easily under her strength. The cool air caressed Valaia’s exposed skin, but the heat building between them burned hotter.

“Now,” Kalythra said, her smirk widening, “show me just how much you belong to me.”

She pressed her foot back against Valaia’s core, her movements calculated and unrelenting. The sensation was overwhelming, and Valaia’s moans grew louder, her body arching as waves of pleasure consumed her. The princess watched with keen eyes, enjoying every tremor and gasp.

It didn’t take long for Valaia to succumb completely, her body shaking as she climaxed, the pleasure so intense it left her breathless and weak. She collapsed to her knees, her gaze hazy and unfocused as she tried to steady herself.

Kalythra let out a soft, amused laugh as she lifted her foot, now glistening with Valaia’s essence. “Look at this mess,” she said, her voice a mixture of mockery and satisfaction. “Clean it up.”

Valaia hesitated for only a moment before leaning forward, her lips parting as she obediently licked the princess’s foot clean. Her tongue moved over the delicate arch, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and something deeper.

“Good,” she purred, watching her servant’s actions with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. “You’ll make a fine servant, Alia. But this is only the beginning.”

She leaned back as she observed Valaia, her smirk unwavering. “Prove your devotion to me, and I might just keep you by my side.”

Valaia’s brows furrowed deeply, her voice cautious. “How should I prove my devotion to you, Princess?”

Kalythra’s smirk grew, her gaze sharp and calculating. “Simple. You’ll kill the nobles who sent you here to kill me.”

Valaia stiffened, her frown deepening. “What are you talking about?”

The princess chuckled darkly, stepping closer, her predatory elegance making the air heavy. “Oh, don’t play coy with me. I know all about your past, Valaia. The ones who sent you here thought they were clever, sending an assassin to my side disguised as a servant.”

“That’s not true,” she protested, her voice rising. “I—” She faltered, the weight of Kalythra’s words crashing down. “How… How do you know all this?”

Kalythra’s expression hardened. “Because, dear servant, I am far more capable than you realise. Nothing happens in my kingdom without my knowledge. Especially not betrayal.”

Before Valaia could respond, a sudden shift in the air made Kalythra turn her head slightly. Her gaze sharpened as she sensed the disturbance outside her chambers. Without hesitation, she raised her hand, a surge of magic emanating from her fingers.

Valaia gasped as an invisible force enveloped her, lifting her off the ground and pinning her against the ceiling. “Stay silent,” she commanded coldly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The door to the chamber burst open, and King Rahlon stormed in, his face flushed with anger. “Kalythra!” he roared, his voice booming. “How dare you reject Lord Aelion’s proposal? Do you realise the consequences of this foolishness?”

Kalythra turned to face him, her expression calm and unbothered. “Father, you presume much. Lord Aelion is beneath me. His wealth is unimpressive, his lands unremarkable, and his character… lacking. Why should I shackle myself to someone so unworthy?”

“You think yourself so untouchable,” Rahlon snapped, his fists clenching. “You risk our alliances with your arrogance!”

Kalythra tilted her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Perhaps I do. But you forget, Father, it is I who secures this kingdom’s future, not through weak alliances, but through strength and strategy. Lord Aelion is nothing more than a leech, and I have no patience for parasites.”

Rahlon’s face darkened further, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone. “Your insolence will cost you dearly, Kalythra.”

“Only if I allow it,” she replied smoothly, her confidence unshaken. “You may leave now, Father.”

The king glared at her for a long moment before turning sharply on his heel and leaving the chamber; the door slamming behind him.

Once the air settled, she waved her hand, releasing Valaia from the ceiling. The servant dropped to the floor with a soft thud, her breath coming in quick gasps as she glared at the princess.

“What was that?” Valaia demanded, her voice shaking.

Kalythra smirked, brushing her hands together as if dusting off the encounter. “A demonstration, my dear. Now, where were we?”