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I went inside the room and closed the door behind me. She was standing in the place that seemed to have become her usual habitat—behind the desk.

"How are you?" I asked as I walked toward her.

She turned around, her eyes locking onto mine.

"I am fine, Your Highness. I hope you are well," she said as she bowed.

In the next moment, I stood near her.

"I am good, as always," I replied, looking down at her.

"Now, Lucian told me you had a gift for me, and I hope you won’t disappoint me," I said.

"I just tried to create something as a token of thanks, Your Highness," she said, looking down and fidgeting with her fingers. "I hope you won’t be disappointed," she added.

"Well, then," I said as she took a step back. "Show me."

She hurriedly turned around and went to a closet at the end of the room. She opened it and brought out something, placing it on the table in front of me.

"My expertise lies in garment work, so I created this enchanted piece for you," she said, opening the outer layer to reveal the long suit inside.

It was an intricately designed suit, its color as white as moonlight, with dark patterns swirling around it, reminiscent of the moon itself.

"This is a suit I created. It has an enchantment of defense—when essence is circulated through it, it acts as an additional layer of protection, like a shield beneath the skin. Its defensive properties depend on the user and the purity of their essence," she explained, caressing the suit.

"Then there’s the enchantment of regeneration. Even if the suit is damaged, it can repair itself seamlessly as long as it has a supply of essence. I wouldn’t dare claim too much," she said, looking up at me. I could see clear excitement in her eyes.

"But it is more defensive and useful than any armor worn by even the highest level of knight," she said, her voice proud.

"Good," I said as I touched the fabric.

It felt cool beneath my fingers, and I could feel it absorbing the essence as I provided it.

"Now, we should try it on," I said, looking at her and opening my arms.

She stood there, dazed, staring at me.

"Ehm, then I should wait outside," she began, but I looked at her.

"Shouldn’t the creator personally witness the glory of their creation? Go on," I said, sensing her nervousness.

"But Your Highness—" she began, but I cut her off.

"I don’t like ’no,’" I said, my voice carrying an edge that made her pause. She stepped forward and opened my robe with trembling hands. As the knot came undone, the robe fell, and she looked up into my eyes, avoiding glancing at my naked body.

She hurriedly turned back and picked up the top before turning around and putting it on me, one arm at a time. As she finished with the left arm and moved to the right, I placed my hand on the small of her back, just above her ass.

"Why are you tense?" I whispered, feeling her stiffen beneath my touch.

"You— Your Highness," she said but seemed to think better of it and hurriedly moved to place the shirt on my shoulder. Then she closed the front of the long top, which fell right above my knees.

She turned back and picked up the pants, then stood there frozen as she looked at me.

I cocked my head as if waiting for her. She knelt down, her eyes widening as she came face-to-face with what she seemed to have been hoping to avoid.

My dick was half-erect, forming a tent in the long top and peeking out from beneath.

She turned her gaze downward and began to put the pants on me, guiding my legs through the fabric one at a time. As she moved up, the pants reached below my dick, which needed to be adjusted to fit properly.

She looked up, her eyes filled with pity and helplessness, but that only made my dick harden further under her gaze.

I stood there, waiting as she tried to fit the pants, but my erection stood in the way.

After a moment, with trembling hands, she held my dick. The member visibly hardened under her touch, and as she tried to adjust it into the pants, she seemed to struggle with how to proceed.

I enjoyed the touch of her trembling hands as I stood there, watching her helplessness.

"This won’t do," I said, looking down and making her pause.

"You should calm it down first," I said, slowly placing a hand on her dark, curly hair. She looked like a trapped animal, and I only felt more and more pleased.

"What do you mean, Your Highness?" she said, her voice breaking with distress.

"Open your mouth," I said. She seemed to freeze.

She was about to say something, but I placed my fingers inside her small mouth, making her pause.

"I’ve waited long enough, and I’m not a patient man," I said, forcing her mouth open with my finger and thumb and pulling her small tongue out before placing the head of my dick inside her mouth.

She seemed to realize what was happening and tried to pull away, but I held her head with a harsh, firm grip.

I slowly pushed into her mouth, feeling her soft lips envelop me. She looked up at me, her dark eyes now filled with tears as a few slipped down her cheeks.

Her body trembled. She was wearing a deep-necked white tank top, and from this angle, I could clearly see her small breasts with their dark, prominent nipples.

I moved my foot forward and pressed it against her denim shorts, which were surprisingly thin. I could feel the heat of her pussy lips beneath.

She trembled ceaselessly as I pushed deeper into her throat, feeling the tight flesh stretch around my member.

Her tears, mixed with saliva, fell down her chin onto her white shirt, the fabric becoming translucent and clinging to her body, highlighting her breasts.

Then I moved, fast and hard, my dick appearing and disappearing in her mouth as my foot played with her pussy. I could feel her shorts getting wet.

I continued like that, the room filled with the sounds of her gurgling and gagging. After a while, she stopped resisting, and her hands held onto my legs as if to steady herself.

My balls slapped against her chin as I moved with almost animalistic desire. More than her mouth, I felt satisfied by her initial protest and the eventual acceptance of her helplessness, which brought me closer to the edge. I felt my balls tightening and released into her throat.

I filled her mouth and stayed like that for a moment before letting her head go. She fell back onto the ground, her mouth stained with my cum, her legs spread, showing her wet, stained shorts. She trembled.

I crouched down and looked at her.

I traced her shirt before pulling on her big, soft nipple, making her jerk.

I looked down and realized that the clothes were not stained.

"So they’re stain-resistant too. How good," I said, looking into her teary, hazy eyes.

"I enjoyed your gift very much," I said, lightly slapping her face to bring her focus back to me.

"And I’ll be back," I said, making her eyes widen.

I stood up and picked up a cloth to clean my dick before closing the pants. I was about to walk out but turned back.

"Oh, and don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it," I said in a playful tone, and she looked at me, wide-eyed.

I pressed my foot between her legs, against her pussy, and her body convulsed as she moaned loudly. I had not let her cum before, controlling my speed and timing.

Now, just the harsh touch over her shorts was enough to send her sensitive pussy into overdrive. She fell back onto the floor, her body trembling, her shorts becoming soaked.

She came relentlessly, and as I stepped back, I could see the ground beneath her becoming wet with a yellowish liquid.

"Looks like you enjoyed it very much," I said. "So much so that you even pissed like a fucking dog," I added, but she seemed not to hear, her mind lost in the haze of her orgasm. Her mouth was open, saliva mixed with my essence dripping down, her eyes teary, and her whole body twitching.

"Enjoy it, bitch," I said, turning around and leaving the room, leaving her sprawled on the ground, twitching and moaning, pissing and cumming, her mind in a haze.