Imperial City
Cyrodiil
 

Isara didn't like social gatherings. The strict court etiquette and obligatory social norms always repulsed her.

This time, she and her husband traveled to Cyrodiil for a diplomatic meeting, where Isara's mother accompanied them.

 

Lisanne Ashsmith: Come on, my dear... it's not so bad here. A princess will always have duties, we've discussed that a thousand times. You're acting like a teenager.

Isara: Don't act like I chose this life, Mom. I always have to put on a good face for the whole thing. I can't take this anymore!

 

Lisanne: Isara, please. I know how you feel, I've been in a similar situation. Don't make a scene, at least not now.

Isara: Why not? It's always about what you want. I'm tired of constantly giving in, I'm a grown woman...!

 

Leynard: My Love, calm down. Come, let's have a refreshing drink.

 

Isara: Do you seriously think this will make everything okay? Because it damn well won't!
Leynard: Honey, I just...

 

Isara: Leave me alone, both of you!

 

The princess decided not to wait for the others. A theatrical performance was to close the evening for the guests.

 

Isara made her way to the auditorium alone, but before she could enter, something unusual happened.

 

Isara: Hmm... Still nobody here. Weird.

 

Maybe I'm in the wrong room?

 

What's that noise?

 

Sanguine: Forgive me for keeping you waiting, my lady. I promise we will get straight to the point right away!

 

Isara: Get away from me! Where is my family?! Someone help me!

 

Sanguine: No one hears you, it's pointless to try. Fear not, no harm has come to them. I came here exclusively for you.

 

Isara: What do you want from me?!

Sanguine: You, my dear. I know what you’ve been doing behind the prince's back with the captain. A slut like you never minds having more than one man between her legs, right?

 

Isara: I am a decent Breton woman, let me go immediately...!

Sanguine: There's no point in denying the obvious. Enough words, do what you're good at!

 

Take off your clothes!

 

 

I love beautiful mortal women.

 

I've been watching you for a long time, and I've been wanting you for a long time.

 

Sometimes even the Daedra Gods can be seduced, right?

 

 

You have a very delicious pussy! Yeees!

 

Don't deny it, you enjoy it too, right?

 

 

 

I love willing bitches like you!

 

 

 

 

You have a nice ass, my little princess!

 

 

 

 

That's it!

 

You're so wet!

 

 

Isara: Aaahhh...

 

 

Sanguine: You feel so good…

 

 

Isara: Fuck me…! Harder!

 

 

 

 

Aaaaahhh…Aaaaahhh…

 

I cum! Yeees…

 

Aaaaahhh…Aaaaahhh…Aaaaahhh…

 

Sanguine: You know what to do...

 

Suck it!

 

 

Swallow every single drop.

 

Good girl.

 

Little later

 

Isara doesn't remember what happened to her. She wakes up in an abandoned theater.

 

Isara: What-what happened? Where am I? T-this is sperm? Who and how..

 

I feel like my body is on fire... I want to fuck!

 

Sanguine had enchanted the girl. Isara's actions were driven by primal instincts.

 

In the guest room

 

Leynard: Where were you? We were worried about you! You missed the performance...

 

 

Leynard: Are you okay? W-what are you doing?

Isara: What I should have done a long time ago.

 

I want to fuck, right now!

 

Prince Leynard was surprised, but he did not back down.

 

 

 

Isara was writhing on top of the man, almost in a trance.

 

Sanguine: There is no need for gratitude, my noble lord! I merely claimed my share of her first. Surely, that is no great sin, is it?