Transcript. Watching a show with my liege in the evenings has became a daily routine now. Not that I mind, it’s just ideal being able to continue to shape my lieges mind through media. Convincing them to sit on my lap, it is more comfortable after all. More room for my large, hands to sneak up onto their body. Telling them, “Touching you like this is only natural, I’m simply massaging you as you sit in my lap. You seem so, tense my liege. Isn’t this nice of me, ensuring that you’re oh so comfortable as we watch our show? Just focus on that, kid. Don’t worry about what your knight is doing, you know I’d never hurt you. Unless you deserved it of course, so. Just be a good liege and watch the television.” My hand not missing a bit as I speak, slipping underneath their garments to grope what is mine. The other placed firmly around their throat, assuring that they are paying attention to the television. Teasing and torturing their most sensitive part, grinding my hips roughly into them from behind. Feeling their warm body is driving me insane, listening to their meek sounds that dare to leave their body. It’s forcing me into my most primal state, huffing their scent as my fingers find their aching hole. The heat and need is practically radiating off of it, dipping my two middle fingers in. Instantly I’m greeted with such warmth and wetness, I can feel them sucking me in with such force, my fingers continue to push in and out of them. They cry out, whining as they attempt to pouch my fingers deeper. Our body’s begin to move a one, grinding and fucking into them at the same time. The television lost in our lewd sounds, sounds that not dare to leave their body castle walls. “That’s, that’s it my liege. You’re doing such a good job for me, yes you are. Hm yeah, does that feel good. Good, I always aim to please my liege. Their hips pick up the pace against my hand, nodding in agreement as they do. What a cum drunk whore,, what have I created. My grip tightens around their neck, in attempt to bring them down a bit. But, it ends up doing opposite. I can feel their walls tighten around me tighter than ever before. What a predicament, I proceed. Tightening my grip harder, their face turning a lovely shade of red as I do. And then, their body begins to unravel. Gasping for air as they finish all over my hand. Drenching it in the process, “What a messy, little thing. Tsk tsk. You’ve given us no other option but to go change and get cleaned up. I’ll be back with some supplies, and then hopefully we can finish our episode without any further distractions.”