Valaia blinked, her head throbbing as fragments of her mission began to resurface. The princess is using dark magic, she thought, the realisation sending a shiver down her spine. Yet, the memories felt disjointed, as though pieces of her mind had been deliberately plucked away. Even the dream from last night, a haze of lust and shadows, teased the edges of her consciousness but refused to solidify.

Her body betrayed her thoughts as Kalythra’s sultry voice sliced through the silence. “I know it’s early,” the princess purred, her words dripping with intent, “but I need relief.”

Valaia’s breath hitched as she watched the princess slowly disrobe, every movement deliberate and tantalising. Kalythra’s hands slid over her own body, peeling away the thin fabric and letting it pool at her feet. Her graceful form was bathed in the soft glow of the morning light, every curve a temptation.

Kalythra climbed onto the bed, her presence commanding and sensual. She leaned back on her hands; her legs spreading as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Her core glistened, the sheen of her arousal impossible to ignore. The air in the room grew thick with an unspoken command, and Valaia was drawn forward, powerless to resist the magnetic pull of the princess’s desire.

“Come here, servant,” she whispered. “Show me your devotion.”

Valaia’s body moved of its own accord, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and yearning. Her mind screamed at her to resist, to fight the pull of the dark magic that clouded her thoughts, but her feet carried her to the edge of the bed.

Kalythra’s smirk deepened as she reached out, cupping Valaia’s chin and tilting her face upward. “That’s it,” she murmured, her thumb brushing over Valaia’s lips. “You belong to me, Alia. Say it.”

Valaia’s lips parted, her voice trembling as she whispered, “I belong to you, Princess.”

Kalythra let out a satisfied hum, her free hand tangling in Valaia’s hair and guiding her closer. “Good girl. Now, show me.”

The scent of the princess’s arousal filled her senses as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the soft skin of Kalythra’s inner thigh. Her mind wavered between clarity and submission, the threads of her mission fraying with every kiss she placed on the princess’s flesh. ‘This isn’t me,’ she thought desperately, but her body refused to listen.

Kalythra’s moans filled the chamber, low and sultry, as Valaia’s mouth found its way to her core. The princess’s hips bucked slightly, her pleasure evident in the way her body responded. “That’s it, Alia,” she gasped, her hands tightening in the servant’s hair. “Make me yours, even as you become mine.”

The words sent a jolt through her fogged mind, a sliver of clarity piercing the haze. ‘Make me yours… what is she doing to me?’

But the moment was fleeting, drowned out by the intoxicating taste of the princess and the overwhelming need to please her. As Kalythra’s cries of pleasure echoed in the room, Valaia was slipping further into the princess’s web, her mission and her own identity fading into the shadows.

She worked desperately, her lips and tongue moving with feverish intent to bring Kalythra to her peak. The princess gasped sharply, her body tensing before she cried out in pleasure, her release crashing over her. Her hands gripped Valaia’s hair tightly, holding her in place as she rode the waves of her climax.

Valaia pulled back slightly, surprised by the intensity of Kalythra’s pleasure as it coated her lips and chin. Kalythra sighed contentedly, her body relaxing as she looked down at her servant with an approving smile.

“You’ve done well,” she murmured, reaching down to stroke Valaia’s cheek. Her fingers then moved to the servant’s clothes, tugging them off. Valaia didn’t resist, allowing herself to be stripped bare before the princess.

“Get on the bed,” Kalythra commanded.

Valaia obeyed, crawling onto the bed and lying back. She spread her legs instinctively, her breath hitching as she caught the hungry gleam in Kalythra’s eyes.

The princess crawled up to her, her movements slow and deliberate as she loomed over her servant. Her gaze roamed over Valaia’s exposed body, taking in every curve, every trembling inch. “You’re exquisite,” she purred, “So beautiful, so utterly mine.”

Her hand trailed up Valaia’s thigh, her nails grazing the sensitive skin. “Do you know how delicious you look right now? How lucky am I to have you at my feet?”

Valaia shivered under her touch, her heart racing as the princess leaned in closer.

“No other woman will ever touch you like I do,” she continued, her lips brushing against Valaia’s ear. “No one else will ever please you the way I can. I am your everything, Valaia. And you will remain mine until the day you die.”

Her words sent a thrill through Valaia, her head falling back against the pillows as Kalythra’s mouth descended. Her lips pressed against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, her tongue tracing slow, teasing circles that made Valaia’s body tremble with anticipation.

When Kalythra’s mouth finally reached her core, Valaia gasped, her back arching off the bed. The princess’s tongue moved skillfully, exploring every inch that left her servant utterly undone.

“Princess,” she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as the princess continued her relentless assault.

Kalythra hummed against her, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure through Valaia’s body. She alternates between gentle teasing and intense strokes, drawing out her servant’s pleasure as long as possible.

“You’re mine,” she whispered between kisses, her voice possessive and dripping with desire. “Say it, Alia. Say you belong to me.”

“I… I belong to you,” Valaia gasped, her body trembling as she neared the edge.

Kalythra’s lips curved into a satisfied smile against her servant’s skin as she doubled her efforts, determined to claim Valaia completely.