Demand Celene strip (Under Siege)

From Create Your Own Story

You get a devilish twinkle in your eye. Celene's mask slips for a moment, just enough to tell you she's afraid. Of you or the war, you cannot tell. You swing your hips as you walk in a vain excuse to get her attention. You catch her watching, but she breaks her gaze and returns to her usual chipper self, all smiles and yes, ma'am. But the veil of innocence has been broken now. You can tell she wants you.

"Lady Celene," you say. "Would you care to join me?"

Celene stumbles over her words a little. "J-Join you? Your Highness, I'm not sure I understand."

"For a bath. Come now, take off your clothes. I shall await you there."

You make sure to graze up against her a little as you walk past. Her jitters and wordlessness have you convinced she's taken aback by your offer but stands nonetheless intrigued. As you climb delicately into the tub, you look back. You see her undoing the strings and ribbons on the back of her work apron. One by one, they come undone.

You watch as the dress falls. First, you see the backs of her shoulders, bare and pale, like moonlight, dotted with freckles like stars. The dress falls further and exposes her back. You watch as it glides down to her legs and falls to the floor. Her underwear can barely contain the fullness of her ass. You lick your lips as she takes them off as well.

Your heart skips a beat as she turns to face you. Here she stands, blushing and nude, her chest as red as her face. To have such control over her as to have made her strip with but a few words is starting to make you feel warm inside. You beckon with your finger for her to join you. To your delight, she comes your way.

She slips into the tub opposite to you. Her legs come betwixt your own. So close together and so exposed, you're mind is running fast as to just what further tricks you could get up to. If she is willing to do all this without complaint, you may be able to convince her to do much more. Your mouth curls into a fiendish smirk at the thought.

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