Yes, oui, ja, da...

You turn and start walking towards Dea's inviting quim. You bend down and practically dive headfirst as you get to work. As soon as your tongue makes contact with her pussy, a tangy moistness permeates your tongue as you brush it in every direction of her mound. It isn't long before you begin to hear stifled moans escape Dea's lips. It also isn't long until you eventually feel the need to come back up for air. As you try and pull away, you feel Dea's legs wrap around your neck, pulling you back into her damp pussy.

"No! You stop when I tell you to stop." she growls.

You try to get her off but her grip just intensifies. It seems like the only way backward is forward. You begin to lick even more energetically, Dea now pushing your head down with her hands. You double the speed causing and stick your tongue in her pussy causing Dea to moan loudly in pleasure.

"I'm so close." she groans, her primal instincts in control.

However close she may be, you begin to feel lightheaded as no oxygen has reached your noggin in quite some time. You flail your arms and start tapping at her legs to try and make Dea realize, that she's well, killing you. But she instead begins grinding on your face, which begins to become smeared with pussy juice. A few moments later, her grinding movement comes to an abrupt end, her back arches backward as she orgasms, fluid beginning to gush into your mouth. Great, so now you have to worry about both suffocating and drowning. Feeling your consciousness start to slip, you focus with the last of your energy to lap up as much pussy juice as possible. But you've reached your limit, you feel your eyes start to close but right before you black out, Dea finally releases her grip on your head the pleasure too much for her to do anything but fall back into her bed. Just like that, you feel the air rush back into your lungs as you lay on the floor coughing and hacking while she lays on the bed, panting and huffing.

After you regain most of your brain functions, you turn towards her. "What the hell was that, I could've died!"

Still regaining her breath, Dea waves her hand dismissively. "Bah, you're fine, toys don't die, they exist to please the owner...they don't linger after the fact either so feel free to make yourself scarce."

You groan as you push yourself to your feet and exit her room.

You start heading back to your room, and after a small check-in with the staff to make sure everything is in order and after answering a couple of questions on why your face is so wet, you decide to call it a night.

You lay in your bed, staring up at your rotting wood ceiling. This castle cannot be structurally sound.

A lot has happened today, your father died, you got to learn about a generational blessing that turned for the worse, and now you're **** to live with a deadbeat goddess for a year before receiving your wishes. You close your eyes, better to take it one day at a time, starting with tomorrow, because tomorrow is your first real day as the Duke of Eiden.