Cuckolding a noble...

You are very popular with beautiful ladies. This is explained by the fact that there are fewer male guests who can be dance partners than female guests. Other reasons: your physical attractiveness and youthful appearance, as well as some of your 'special' abilities.

The look in your eyes seems to have a certain hypnotic effect. Approaching another lady, you look imperiously into her eyes and you feel that her thoughts and aspirations are amenable to hidden redirection under the influence of your will. This secret manipulative influence is invisible to outside observers. You use the pre-existing aspirations, vices and desires of a particular person in order to induce that person to act the way you want. The look of women's eyes, which you can discern through the slits of the masks, demonstrates a mixture of increasing interest and admiration for your person.

So, you can easily win the favor of all the beautiful ladies who are present at the masquerade ball. The reaction of male guests to this fact: a restrained negative attitude with a fair amount of irritation. However, none of them dares to take any active actions that could interfere with your intentions.

You dance with almost every female guest. During the dances, you exchange meaningless polite phrases.

Soon you notice that Oran has taken one of the female guests (she was some pompously and tastelessly dressed girl about 24 years old; Oran mentioned that she is the youngest daughter of one of the richest wheat merchants in the city of Onteria) to some remote and a secluded room away from the main hall where the ball takes place.

You mentally chuckle. Obviously, the fat merchant decided to get some sexual satisfaction.

You also decide to satisfy some of your needs. You use the power of your 'charm' and you invite two young (probably both about 19 or 20 years old) a young male and female who had been almost exclusively together all night.

As you approach the pair, their eyes meet yours, drawn in by an unseen ****. They seem momentarily entranced before they regain their senses, but it's too late - your influence has already begun its work. With subtlety and grace, you guide them towards a quieter nearby alcove, out of sight from prying eyes. The couple follows obediently, still under the spell of your hypnotic gaze.

Once alone, you engage them in light conversation, making sure not to reveal any hint of your true abilities. Their laughter fills the air as they share stories and jokes with each other, completely at ease around you. It doesn't take long for the tension between them to become palpable; even without using your ""special""" powers, this was bound to happen eventually.

As the evening wears on, you subtly steer the situation further into your favor. You suggest that perhaps they should dance more intimately, just the two of them. And so, they do – lost in each other's arms, their movements fluid and passionate. Your job here is done; satisfaction radiates through you as you watch them entwined together, both blissfully unaware of how much control you have over their actions tonight. I would soon take this young lady in-front of the eyes of her suitor, and then I would take him as well…

I stand aside for a while, watching the scene unfold. As I observe the two dancers getting closer and more intimate, I start feeling an odd sensation inside me. My body begins to tingle, and suddenly, everything around me starts fading into darkness except for the pair dancing in front of me. They seem oblivious to anything else but each other; lost in their own world of desire and pleasure.

Suddenly, without realizing it myself, I find myself stepping forward, reaching out to touch the female dancer gently on her shoulder. She stops abruptly, turning to look at me with wide eyes filled with surprise and curiosity. The male dancer also looks up, his expression a mix of confusion and annoyance. "What do you want?" he asks gruffly. His voice is thick with unfulfilled lust as he stares intently at both me and the woman.

"I wish a dance… but not here. Follow me." And with those simple words I lead the young lady away, her handsome masked suitor trailing along like a puppy on a leash. As I guide them into a nearby guest bedroom, the young noble is both upset and clearly aroused by the situation. While the young lady is firmly under my sway now, I gesture to the bed as I explain the dance we will perform. The hypnotized young lady disrobes slowly and sensually, while the young noble man watches biting his lip. Shocked that his sexy partner has given in to her desire's for another male so easily, trembling as he watches her undress me slowly. And yet there can be no denying that a part of him is enjoying the show, as my thick male organ comes jutting into view he lets out a soft moan...

As the woman begins to touch me intimately, caressing every inch of my body, I feel myself becoming more and more entranced by both her actions and those of the masked dancer watching from across the room. If my heart had still been beating, it would have raced faster than ever before, pounding against my chest like wild drums. Every nerve ending in my body feels alive, tingly sensations coursing through my veins. It's almost as if time has slowed down for just these few moments, allowing me to savor every single detail of what's happening around me. And then suddenly, without warning or control on my part, I find myself stepping closer to the male dancer, reaching out a hand to gently stroke his cheek. He looks at me, surprise flickering briefly across his face before being replaced by an intense hunger that mirrors mine. "You may watch for now..." I licked my lip's, already tasting the blood I can hear pulsing through hie veins. "But soon you will join our embrace..."

As we continue our intimate dance together, the female dancer begins to guide me onto the bed while keeping eye contact with the masked man. She positions herself on top of me, straddling my waist as she leans down to kiss me deeply - her tongue exploring every corner of my mouth like an eager explorer charting uncharted territories. Meanwhile, the male dancer watches from across the room, his eyes never leaving ours even as he slowly starts undressing himself. His movements are deliberate and sensual, each action drawing out the anticipation that hangs heavy in the air between us. The young noble woman pausing to admire my body, as my thick member is standing proudly against my stomach. The sight seems to spur the masked man into action... he finishes removing his clothing before joining us on the bed, gripping my stiff member he guides it into his lady loves eager dripping sex...