'Convince' the lord

You removed the headdress from your body, stepping forward with your claws undoing the clothing that surrounded you. You weren't taught that much about seduction yet, but you were sure that your answer would be clear from this display.

The Princess clapped her hands together, her laughter ringing through the hall. "Excellent! Then let the festivities begin!"

With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the other servants, leaving you alone with Lord Vargus. He looked at you warily, his unease palpable.

"What now?" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

The Princess rose from her seat, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Now, my dear Lord Vargus, you get to experience firsthand the pleasures of being with a dragoness."

She gestured for you to approach, her command sending a shiver of dread and excitement down your spine.

The Princess simply smiled, her expression cruel and unyielding. "Now, be a good boy and enjoy yourself."

With those words, she pushed you forward, forcing you into Lord Vargus's lap. He struggled against you, his hands pushing against your shoulders, but your strength was greater. You wrapped your arms around him, your grip firm yet gentle, and lowered your head to his neck, inhaling his scent deeply.

He whimpered, his body trembling beneath yours. You could feel his pulse racing, the rapid thudding of his heart echoing in your ears. With a soft growl, you nuzzled his neck, your tongue flicking out to taste his skin.

A shudder ran through him, his resistance crumbling under the onslaught of your touch. You felt his body relax, his hands moving hesitantly to your back, stroking your scales tenderly.

Encouraged by his response, you deepened your embrace, your lips pressing against his throat. He moaned softly, his fingers digging into your flesh, his fear giving way to a **** need for release.

You shifted your position, positioning yourself more comfortably on top of him. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and contour, his touch growing bolder with each passing moment.

The Princess watched from her seat, her eyes alight with amusement. "That's it, my dear Lord Vargus. Let yourself go. Embrace the ecstasy that only a dragoness can provide."

Her words were a catalyst, igniting a fire within you both. You felt his arousal pressing against you, the heat of his desire mingling with your own. With a low growl, you ground your hips against his, reveling in the sensation of his body responding to yours.

His hands gripped your waist tightly, his nails biting into your flesh as he bucked his hips upward, seeking more contact. You obliged him, grinding harder, your movements becoming more forceful with each thrust.

He cried out, his voice hoarse with passion, his body arching beneath yours. You leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss, your tongue delving deep, tasting the desperation that fueled his actions.

"It's not just fear he is after, my pet," the Princess counseled. "Put your claws to work on his flesh."

A guilt blossomed in your heart, feeling divided over abusing the one you were meant to pleasure. But you obeyed her commands, reaching around his skin to dig your sharpened claws into his flesh. He moaned the more you dug in, shaking whenever you pressed on a new spot.

The room spun around you, the world reduced to the two of you locked in a primal dance. You could feel his climax building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within him, until finally, with a strangled shout, he spilled himself into your embrace.

You held him close, your body trembling with the **** of your own release. The aftershocks coursed through you, leaving you breathless and weak. As the haze of passion began to clear, you realized that the Princess was still watching, her expression one of detached amusement.

"Well done," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, my dear Lord Vargus, are you ready to finalize our business matters?"

Lord Vargus nodded weakly, his eyes glazed with exhaustion. "Yes... yes, of course."

The Princess smiled, her plan unfolding perfectly before her. "Good. Then let us retire to my study, where we may speak in private."

With a final glance at you, she turned and walked away, her heels clicking against the stone floor. You remained where you were, your body aching and spent, your mind reeling from the whirlwind of sensations that had consumed you.

You could hear the clinking of plates and silverware as the other servants cleaned the table, while a black-clothed hand grabbed you from the side. It was Alexene, a graceful and comforting demeanor to her.

"You did well," she said, pulling you to your feet. "I will take you to the Princess's chambers. You will have truly earned her favor now."