After Myrcella gulped down every last drop of my semen, her throat moved rhythmically in steady, deliberate swallows.
I watched, mesmerized, as her soft lips finally parted with a subtle gasp, and she tilted her head upward to look at me.
Her mouth slowly opened, her tongue teasing the empty space as if to prove it.
There was not a single trace of cum left inside. She'd swallowed it all. Every drop.
"That was really hot, right, Leon?" Titania's voice cut in, laced with something wicked. Her voice was something playful and dangerous.
For a brief moment, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Myrcella, the always composed and refined princess—the epitome of grace and elegance—was looking at me with eyes full of lust.
A seductive grin curved her lips, and her cheeks were flushed red with arousal.
Her usual regal demeanor was gone, stripped away like a delicate veil.
Right now, she wasn't a dignified noble.
No. Right now, she was a bitch in heat.
