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"Or, are you merely a man, and you want to fuck her right now just because that's what you want because that's what she wants!?

"I… I cannot yield," he groans. "Not to your intimidation… not to your corruption."

"Such a boring boy," she says, squeezing his length and pressing her tiny tits up against him. "But you're a boy I can break-in, unless, of course, you break free and break me in!"

Kerage cannot hold himself back any longer. His hips arching forward, he lets out a groan of pained delight, shooting forth such emissions as he had never felt before.

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The princess sits before him, her mouth opening wide. His hot spunk strikes upon her lips and her cheeks, and her proffered tongue. It also hits lower, falling upon her chest, christening her in a debauched anointment.

She giggles and laughs with a growling, throaty delight, her tongue wiping along those lips and her throat gulping down the warm and sticky substance.

Kerage stares, his chest heaving at the sight, deep breaths and hard thumbs of his heart fill the room.

"I think that's enough for now," Tesarasa says, standing up fully, looking over her fingers. She spreads them out, showing Kerage the bridge of male essence flowing down between her fingers.

With a snap of the fingers on her free hand, Tesarasa summons the princess to stand up. She offers the fingers up to the royal's lips, and the woman leans in, spreading her lips slightly, sucking the digits into her face with loud and lewd slurps.

"It's such a shame what happens when we let the world tell us what we can be, isn't it?" Tesarasa says. "You humans are such scared and pathetic creatures, worrying about legacy because you die so soon. You look to the longer-lived races to see how you should behave, but there's something you really should know" She slaps the princess upon the rear.

The princess yelps and giggles, even as Tesarasa continues to slide her fingers over her rump.

Looking back to Kerage, the sorceress continues. "The longer-lived races of this world have the time to be as prudish as they want, and that's because they have so much more time to be as depraved and nasty as they can be. The sooner humans realize this, the more they can become the sexual beings they were meant to become."

"W… why…?" Kerage says, his exhaustion catching up to him. "Are you telling me this?"

Tesarasa smiles, tilting her head, flashing her pearly white teeth his way. "Oh, silly, it's because the more knowledge you're burdened with, the more it'll torture you to keep yourself from becoming what you've been fighting this whole time."

"I only… I only wanted to protect you and the princess!"

Tesarasa frowns at that. "Well, that's exactly the problem, isn't it? And you haven't learned a thing. Fine," she says this, wrapping her arm around the princess and pulling her in close. "I think me and your lady love will just go off and enjoy ourselves while you stay there and think about the mistake that you've made."

She turns her face up and walks away. She leads the stumbling, naked woman with her up the stairs, leaving Kerage alone once the click of her heels disappears into the infinity of the sanctum.

Kerage stands chained to the wall, hanging his head low upon his bare chest. All of that embarrassment and all of that teasing, both to his body and to his honor--he had never experienced anything quite like it.

And that orgasm…

He shudders just thinking about it. No woman before has done what Tesarasa has done for him, and yet, what she says goes against every tenet of his chivalric code. Even as a knight-errant and on lonely evenings had in inns, he had not quite an experience.

But, he cannot let himself be kept here.

The knight groans and shifts, pulling at all of his bindings. After a few explorative tugs, the ropes around his left wrist give gently. It isn't by much, so he must focus, pulling and tugging, stretching his fingers to grip at the slightest bit of pull that he can. His hand burns, but moment by moment and centimeter by centimeter, the hold gives way, soon falling apart.

His arm dangles down, his fingers throbbing. It is a mess of pain and numbness, but fortunately, not of any damage.

With one hand free, he makes short work of the rest of his binds, falling free of the wall in only a matter of minutes. He stretches and shakes his stiff members before heading down the hall towards that doorway where his companions had knocked. As his feet slap along the cold tile, he stops and listens to the sounds of moans coming from above him.

"The princess." He sighs, clutching his chest.

"No, I need assistance on this one," he says. "I must have my companions. But I cannot go like this."

The foyer of the grand tower holds a few doorways, and he rushes over to one, throwing it open. What luck—his traveler's pants and boots are there, and that should be enough to get him decent and protected from the elements.

Kerage throws the door open, holding his hands up over his face at the bright and blazing sun. He stumbles forth, in the direction of Suncaster, hoping the horror of Tesarasa's sanctum is far behind him.

High above that spot, in the pocket dimension that holds the tower, Tesara stands at the balcony, her princess catching her breath upon the bed. The sorceress has her staff behind her back, and she smiles.

"You can run, Kerage," she coos, "But you can never hide from your desires…."