gigglinggoblin:eroticneko: !~Nya Nya~!*.{artist}.*[addressing: any] Ah. You’ve arrived. I hope you l

gigglinggoblin: eroticneko: !~Nya Nya~!*.{artist}.* [addressing: any] Ah. You’ve arrived. I hope you like my bedroom. These pillows are sewn from arachne girl silk imported all the way from the Wild East, you know. The blankets are fleece sprite wool. Mm, feel? Soft, isn’t it? I’ve been waiting a long time here for you. I know, I know, you’re excited to brainwash me. I heard what you did to Lady Melissyr. Poor girl. But I suppose it suits her—she always was of something of a feline persuasion, as I’m sure you gathered. Ah, you are excited, aren’t you? I can see it in your eyes. You’ve been causing so very much trouble around here, and now I’m the only one left. The last little mark of old money. Soon, all this will be yours. You’re going to make me melt until I give in to you, aren’t you? Make me a nice, horny little harlot for your pleasure. I wonder… will I be a kitten, like Lissy? Or maybe a puppy? What did you do with Sir Tancel? I do hope we all get animals. I’ve always loved my menagerie, after all. Did you see it on the way in? Oh, it’s to die for. The seahorses were imported all the way from the Northern Isles. I notice you’re enjoying the feel of that fleece sprite blanket. Yes, it’s quite nice, isn’t it? No need to pretend you can’t appreciate the finer things in life. All this will be yours soon, won’t it? All of this opulence, all of this decadence.. All of me will be yours. Ooh, I can tell you like that. Goodness gracious. You can barely take your eyes off me? I’m the ultimate status symbol, aren’t I? The heiress to the whole company town. Your most powerful adversary—well, until tonight, that is. Once you have me, the town is yours. And… you’ll have me. You’re going to brainwash poor little helpless me into your eager sex kitten—yes, please, I would adore being a sex kitten, I’ve never been a great fan of dogs and rabbits—and you can lead me around town and show your new employees what has become of their old employer. Or maybe you won’t show me around. Maybe you’ll keep me locked up here, in your new home, your most preciously hoarded jewel. Because this is your new home, of course. It’s not as though Lissy of Tancel had estates as nice as mine, did they? Of course not. Everything I own is lovely. Like that beautiful crystal ball over there—imported from the Northern Continent. Or like that potted spinthistle from the great Mountains. Over in that glass terrarium, you’ll see a little sprout of moss from the Deep Evergreen. All of this must be like candy to you. You’ve never seen such loveliness in your life, and now it’s all yours. And I can tell you want it. I can tell how badly you want it. I can smell it, darling. Oh, dear. Whatever will you do with me? I’m at your disposal. All of this decadence is at your disposal. I notice you’re still admiring the fleece sprite comforter. Soft, isn’t it? Yes, nice and soft. It really does make one drowsy, unless one has spells to protect herself. A little trick of the trade, from an aristocrat to the nouveau riche. Aftrer all, I’m nothing but your little kitten now. The least I can do is share some advice! And believe me, that is the least I can do. Come along, then, dear. Don’t you want to find out what else I’m good for, now that I am your docile, eager slave? You have claimed the heiress. The spoiled tyrant must now kneel at your feet and beg for mercy. Don’t you want to put me in my place? Oh, I know you do. And it’s so easy to crawl up into bed with me, to immerse yourself in that soft, warm sleepiness. So easy to crawl closer, to wrap your arms around me. So easy to… Oh… Oh… So easy to sleep for me, lost in my arms, lost in the pleasure of my soft, nimble fingers. Lost in this decadence with me. So easy. Good pet. After the Royal Family fell, most nobles perished in the ensuing Horny War. Succubi and incubi claimed vassals by the scores. A bloated, overpopulated aristocracy became lean and fit fast. Those who survived either did so because they were beneath notice or because they were very, very good at staying alive. The Western Plains, for instance, were a little bit of both: The cluster of insignificant baronies was more than eager for a fight. Many of those nobles who still wield power today have done so by a mixture of cunning and cynicism. They have used their wealth tactically, offering small freedoms for their serfs in the forms of “company towns” or even quasi-democracies. Many have employed expansionist policies, such as Baron Horatio of Nyaska, whose policies towards the neighboring Mountain Folk have often been criticized… by Mountain Folk. And some have become very, very good at persuading those who would rise against them to be content with their lot in life. The Duchess of Silverspring is one such figure. -- source link

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