"Get over to the bed an strip naked, and we'll talk bout it." Sylvain commanded, the archbishop frowning slightly in compliance, but complying with great speed as she tossed her royal vestments all about the room as she leapt onto Sylvain's bed.
He grinned at her reaction speed as he removed his own trousers. Leaning in, he groped her breasts and shoved her onto her back, the leader of the church moaning on her back as he stood over her.
"I must admit, the idea of turning you into my pet is an appealing one..." He grinned at the very hopeful expression she wore. "But I think having the Archbishop as my personal plaything seems like a good time as well."
Rhea's face fell at these words. "B-but Sylvain..." She started to beg before the Blue Lion shushed her.
"So I'm going to make you a deal. As the archbishop, you will be passing rules that make this place a touch more erotic - don't worry, let me handle the idea they will stick. In exchange, i'll make you my pet at night, and whenever I want during the day. Deal?" He asked as he toyed with her nipples, making her moan repeatedly.
"Y-yes! I agree Sylvain. N-now please! Make me your pet!"
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