Add Keyphrase: Masochistic Cuckqueen

I do wish perhaps her magic weren't quite so... ahem, emotionally potent. Even prepared for it and actively working spells to cleanse the air and 'scrub' it out of the room, just being nearby while Arma did her work with such... fervor was quite enough to get me plenty hot and bothered. Enough that by the time she called I felt like some kind of... 'Masochistic Cuckqueen' an-d? --

-- could barely keep my hands away from my pussy long enough to do my job? Wh... why? I... I I love the way Arma calls me her sister but still treats me just like any other maid. The way she always keeps me nearby: even going so far as to grant me a room adjacent to hers and thin the walls 'to make sure I wasn't getting unrealistic aspirations.' I certainly never... would complain about that?

Ah~ just listening to her work last night and feeling her passion as it ebb'd and peaked over the course of the night, I could scarcely rest. If I weren't so practiced at siphoning some of her spare magical energies for my... personal use...? Then I would surely be a droning mess incapable of moving by morning, let alone attending when she called and making to 'clean' the room.

Not that I'd do much good a job of it until I'd taken the time to well and truly appreciate the gift my dear sister'd left for me. If being nearby were enough to keep me up and nearly active as dear Arma, being in the room is enough to nearly drive me into heat like a common beast - a thought that spurred plenty of fantasies of... its... own?

I want to furrow my brows and rub my temple. Something isn't right. I feel confused. But I can't. Ever since I picked up this strange mirror, I've been stuck frozen and stewing in a heady haze of magic and emotion.

Ah~ thinking about that, I've never managed to hold it in this long before... It's... certainly an experience. When will it let me go? How much longer will it make me stand here like this? Will Arma come back before it releases me and find me standing here, shamelessly rubbing myself through my skirt?

I... I kind of hope it does. I'm not sure I want to be released before then and... I don't know why. When did I become... such a wanton woman? Have I not always? I don't know. I don't know if I want to know... and don't think I do...

(masochistic cuckqueen, princess' sister, wavy light-green hair, apron, maid uniform, surprised expression, medium breasts, hairband, stockings, modest skirt, standing in a castle bedroom)