Hand over to Nym.

You struggle against the two women, to which Arianne merely shrugs.

"I guess he's made his decision." She says, and Nymeria grins.

"Hold him down for me, would you?" The princess nodded and arched your arms above your head, sitting on your hands and pinning them to the carpet. You felt her nails playfully dance down your forearms as Nym straddled your waist. She grinded her hips down on you, dragging her fingernails across your stomach and chest, leaving white marks behind. She suddenly gripped your nipples, twisting violently. You hissed with pain, but moving was impossible. She pulled and twirled until you were yelling loudly. When she finally abandoned your nipples, they were irritated and itching.

"Now I'll give you two more choices." Nymeria remarked, placing her hand flat on your stomach.

"Either you spend some more time with me, or I call my cousin Tyene, and let her have some fun."