Omira, the mysterious sorcerer

Who could resist... With a body like that, some men would give up everything for the privilege. By divine right, it is yours for free. Well, you'd have to take her as a bride, and make her fat with child...a sacrifice you're more than willing to make. You'd also be committing your kingdom into an alliance, which depending on how you and your court work, may be a positive or a negative, as you tie your kingdoms together by bloodlines. Bah, too much talk of politics. You state your intentions with the Sorceress in her violet robes, and your seneschal escorts the other 6 brides back to their waiting rooms. You're not sure how long they'll be around, but as you descend from your throne to meet Omira face to face you find you don't quite care. You've a voluptuous princess sorely in need of your attention, and not enough time to do it.

You meet her at the bottom of the steps of your throne, and she holds her hands together in front of herself. Aside from the gesture displaying humility, it has the added benefit of pushing her tits up, and together. Her robes gets caught between them as she does so, granting you a glimpse of the magnificent cleavage concealed. Heroically, you manage to lift your eyes to her face, which is covered in a veil. From a distance it hid her features, but up close, its shear nature gives you a good glimpse at her visage...She has an exotic beauty, which is distinct but not lesser, compared to the Olirian standard. Her features are fine, yet sharp. As you examine her appearance, she begins to smile with some satisfaction and shares, "My gratitude, your highness. I am not surprised you chose me, but it still brings me pleasure all the same. Perhaps you would like me now, to return the pleasure?"

Well. Well! What do you say to that? Rhetorical question, you place your hand on the small of her back and lead her back to your bedchamber. Her ample curves jiggle enticingly on the walk over, and you allow yourself to be enticed. As you walk, you find your hand drifting a bit further down her back, to caress her sinfully thick ass. She lets out a note of surprise, but makes no move to stop you or resist. Taking that as consent, you begin to work her cheeks with more focused intent. You squeeze, grip, rub, and jiggle her ass as she walks. She seems to appreciate your manhandling, as you notice she is taking snappier steps, setting her flesh to wobble every time her sandals make contact with the floor. You feel as if she is performing for you, or...perhaps even challenging you. As you reach your door, she takes a chance and gauges your interest in her, by feeling your crotch. Of course you're hard at this point, your cock thick against your thigh. She intends to merely brush it, but once she has her hand on it, and comprehends the magnitude of the situation, she can only look up into your eyes. Despite the veil, her mouth is making a perfect 'O' of shock. The door opens, and you realize you have the initiative.