She Relents

“Stop this madness,” the Queen whispers, her voice barely audible over the tense silence in the room. Tears streak her regal face, her composure cracking under the weight of her daughter’s torment. “I will give you the crown on the condition that you stop this at once.”

Persephone tilts her head, her grey eyes narrowing as she studies the broken woman. A slow, almost transcendent grin splits her delicate features. Without a word, she nods to Katarina.

The large knight immediately steps forward, gripping your shoulder with a strength that feels like iron bands wrapping around you. “Enough,” she growls, her tone brooking no argument as she pulls you back with practiced ease.

Your cock pulls free of the princess’s battered cunt with a wet squelch, semen spilling onto the stone floor in a torrent. Anora lets out a shuddering gasp, her eyes rolling back into her head as she momentarily faints from the sudden loss of stimulation.

“We have a deal,” Persephone says, her gaze unwavering as she watches the Queen.

You fight against the torrent of emotions flooding your senses, clawing desperately for control. The primal energy surging through your veins leaves you trembling, your breaths ragged and uneven.

You lunge for the princess, **** to be inside her again. Katarina reacts swiftly, shoving you down and pinning you to the icy stone floor of the dungeon. Her knee digs sharply into your spine, holding you immobile.

You thrash beneath her, howling in frustration and unspent need, the sound reverberating off the stone walls.

“Good Goddess!” Katarina grunts, her face set in grim determination. Sweat beads on her brow as she exerts considerable effort to keep you restrained. “He’s like an animal.”

“What should I do with him?” she barks, her voice strained as she looks to Persephone for direction.

“Return him to his holding cell?” Persephone suggests idly, her gaze flicking over your struggling form with detached amusement.

“Can’t.” Katarina shakes her head, her voice edged with concern. “His heart won’t take it. If he doesn’t... release... soon, the strain will kill him. Goddess only knows how long it’ll take for the effects to subside.”

Persephone frowns in annoyance. “I’ll let you decide. Either you take care of it yourself, or you let him spend the next few hours with the Queen.”

She pauses, her tone sharpening. “Just make sure nobody dies, Katarina. If she dies before she can publicly abdicate the throne, we’ll be back to square one.”

Katarina barks out a short laugh, her voice tinged with dark amusement. “Hardly a choice, Your Highness,” she retorts, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she casts a sidelong glance at the Queen.