Family Dinner

Over the next few hours, you are occupied by what you can only assume are common practices for a noblewoman. Two young handmaidens tend to your bathing, preparing the hot water, and also scrubbing your naked body, much to your embarrassment.

You use the privy - depressingly unsanitary compared to what you're used to in the modern world - and then, you are visited by a tailor, who respectfully but painstakingly slowly takes all of your measurements.

Over time, you can feel a familiar heat starting to rise from down below. It would appear that {if@ belief in hypnotism > 0}even in this world, you cannot escape your new{else}your body has a{endif} prelediction for just naturally growing more and more horny over time.

+30% Arousal

You sit across from your mother, in the same seat as earlier.

To your left, once again, is your father, seated at the head of the table.

And once again, both your meal and your mother's are covered in a thick layer of glaze.

{if noble podium naked == false}"Your mother has informed me of your delayed blossoming." Your father says plainly, as your mother tucks into her semen-coated broth, and you stare at yours with a blank, defeated expression.

"I am certain that you will wake up tomorrow feeling differently, but unfortunately this is still of serious concern. You see, at the end of a lady's first full day of womanhood, the Crown Prince likes to pay her... A 'private visit'."

"The Prince is going to come take your virginity, dear." Marisa clarifies, with an uncharacteristically hard tone. "What? She needs to understand what is required of her." She adds, after seeing her husband's surprised expression.

"Yes, quite. Look, this is highly irregular, and if the prince finds out that you haven't been successfully... I mean, if he discovers that you have yet to start blossoming, there could be grave consequences."

"Everyone keeps going on about grave consequences. What grave consequences are we talking about exactly?!" You demand to know.

Alfonso shakes his head. "Let's not concern ourselves with that. What we need to focus on is your ability to at least pretend that you have already been successfully... 'Blossomed'. So, as it is your first day, this means you won't necessarily be expected to enjoy everything that is asked of you, but you will be expected to obey. Once the prince shows you his manhood, if you do anything less than your utmost to obey any of his commands, I cannot protect you from his wrath."

"So I have to play the part of the perfect sex ****." You respond glumly.

He shrugs. "It's day one. As I said, you can act as unwilling as you like. As long as you don't actually disobey. And this seems like a perfect opportunity for you to show me that you can do that... By eating all your goddamned dinner."{else}"Your mother has informed me that your 'talk' went well." Your father says plainly, as your mother tucks into her semen-coated broth, and you stare at yours with a blank, defeated expression.

"I hope she has explained the full extent of your role as a noblewoman... Because at the end of a lady's first full day of womanhood, the Crown Prince likes to pay her... A 'private visit'."

"The Prince is going to come take your virginity, dear." Marisa clarifies, with an uncharacteristically hard tone. "What? She needs to understand what is required of her." She adds, after seeing her husband's surprised expression.

"Yes, quite. Look, what the prince thinks about your behavior during your first night together could affect our house's standing for an entire generation." Alfonso explains tensely. "So your mother and I want to make sure that you're fully ready for what will be expected of you tonight."

"You need me to have sex with the prince." You say quietly.

"We need you to do everything you can to make the prince happy." Alfonso clarifies. "And to show that you are dedicated to becoming a proper woman of high born class."

You mean a total submissive slut. You think to yourself.

"So, this seems like the perfect opportunity for you to show me that you can do that... By eating all your goddamned dinner."{endif}

As you stare down at the cum-coated mush, you feel like you can almost sense the countless tiny sperm wiggling around on top of your food. Your stomach feels very conflicted. You are disgusted, but you are also hungry...{if@ images > 1}{if@ images != 3}

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-30% Endurance