A night to be remembered

Eveline is actually visibly nervous as they walk down the street, every step taking them closer to Ludecke's social club. Her companion for the night - the man with whom she disccovered her favoured blend when feeding - thinks he is the reason for her excitation, showing a confident, almost smug, smile whenever he notices she hugs his arm tighter or letting out a controlled sigh in an attempt to regain control of her nerves. The real reason, of course, is that she is beyond sexually frustrated, and knows that tonight she will finally get release.

This is the first time she has chosen someone she's already seen before - here in Prince Vanessa Morillo's domain, at least - and that for a specific reason. She wants tonight to be perfect and will not take a chance on someone new, no matter how beautiful he is - he could be anything from extremely small, to finishing way too early - or even completely unable to get it up. No, she needs to be sure what her lucky companion for the night brings to the table, so who better than the man with the bottomless balls. Sure, she miscalculated his orgasm, but that was not so much a problem as a mere surprise. Knowing this she won't be surprised again, and she has even made a mental note to tell him to clearly signal when he is about to cum this time.

He isn't a man of her usual type. Tall, yes - but far from the massive build she usually goes for. His height makes him look almost thin, but his physique is really quite average. His face has thin sharp features, further enhancing the illusion of a frail build, but there's also something rugged about it that really helps his case. Not the least when he looks down on her with that confident smile, so she tolerates his delusions. He wasn't hard to convince accepting her invitation. At first he had been so surprised she wanted to see him again, that he almost didn't know what to say, but when she mentioned he'd be taking her to that rather secretive private club, he rose to the occasion and accepted.

And now they're almost there. She can see the building now, and while a part of her wants to stop and prepare herself, her legs are relentless and keep going as if drawn to the place. In her mind, though, is pure pandemonium. Pretty much all different aspects of her are trying to be heard, all sharing hopes and concerns about what the night has is store, but agreeing unanimously that they are - she is - treading completely new ground. Eveline has always known what she wants very clearly and has never hesitated when at the different crossroads her life - and unlife - has taken her to. So this is new to her.

She still knows she wants it - that has not changed. But she has never wanted the loss of control before. Not like this. It would have been one thing if she was completely unable to do something about it, as if tied up, but she isn't. No one forces her to subjugate herself like this...and she is a slave to it. The thought had occured to her that maybe the Prince somehow had dominated her to this, but she quickly discarded it - there had just always been something so obvious about that discipline; powerful, yes - but rigid in its approach, and therefore so "easy" to just avoid by taking a 'mental step to the side', as she describes it to herself. No, this is her. In control of out of control. Eveline Garnier needs this more than anything she's ever experienced.

At the door Eveline greets the man standing there with a smile and simply states "Eveline Garnier plus one."

The guard at the door, not looking much like a guard, rather a host of sorts, looks through their book, finding you almost immediately. "Welcome Miss Garnier. Let us know if you need anything."

You notice the difference in how he greets you compared to some of the others, and suspects Ludecke wrote you up as someone important on the list. He holds the door up for you and you get inside. The place is as you remember it, only now you see it from below. The dim lighting together with the soft music and sweet incense makes an atmospheric display. Drinks are offered to both of you, from a quite expensive assortment. There are different places to sit, some are in more lighted areas, where some smoke tobacco and talk, and some more shadowed areas where most of the more intimate exchanges are done. Seating arrangements exists in the form of both comfortable chairs and sofas, as well as some corners with pillows on the ground. There are also discreet doors leading into other rooms, however you get the feeling they are reserved for those who ask for access.

You do not see Vanessa anywhere, however your company quickly notices the lightly dressed young women, fighting between his urge to watch them and give you his full attention.

As they are allowed inside, Eveline takes great pleasure in getting the elite treatment, hoping it means Ludecke really sets her apart. Sure, she is kindred - and a Toreador to boot - so it's more likely mere decency, but Eveline prefers the former explanation, as it helps setting the mood for the night. She wants to feel valuable, like something her Prince would be happy to get - a present.

And there's a present for Eveline as well at the end of the night. So she is fully focused on deserving it.

Eveline gladly accepts the exclusive drink, and heightens her taste to fully enjoy it. She drinks it in small sips, closing her eyes every time to let her tongue spoil her in the myriad of hints it offers. A jealous jolt from her practically vibrating pussy reminds her why she's here - as if she could forget. After finishing her drink she switches to enhance her smell, but gasps overwhelmed and her knees buckle for a blink of an eye, forcing her to shut it down immediately if she has any plans on not behaving like a complete fool tonight. Augmenting her sight should be safer, so she does, wanting to see all things obscured by the discrete lighting. Seeing as her companion also seems to have taken a liking to the many sights of the locale, she chuckles at his turmoil and points to many of the beautiful young women, admiring their necklaces, corsettes or what ever they've "covered" their bodies with, reasurring him it is quite alright to look (and without having to blatantly say so - there's really no need to be crude).

The sights, while safer than the sensual bombardment her smell accosted her with, still fill her lust slowly but ever so surely. She scans the big room, looking both for her Prince and a place that would be perfect for her task. Remembering the last time she was here, Eveline carefully looks up to see if someone's there looking down on her like she did that night.

There's no surprise she's intrigued by the closed doors - or rather what goes on behind them. She finds someone who at least seems to work here and asks

"Excuse me, how does one gain access to one of those closed rooms?" She does nothing to hide she's dying to know.

She hasn't let go of her companion's arm once since entering the establishment - not from some simple jealous fear he would see someone else he'd rather be with, but rather because he is instrumental for this night to be perfect, and she will not risk it from him getting lost or slipping on something sticky breaking his neck.

Even with her Auspex it is difficult to see anything else than the decorative fabric up there, however she does see something move up there, that must be Vanessa!

She finds one of the more lightly dressed young men, wearing only his undergarments, a short pair of white underpants. He showcases his beautiful body, everything firm and youthful. The reason you go to him is because he is currently getting some drinks to hand out and seems to know his way around the bar.

"Oh when they are free you can just go in." He says and quietly shows you by one of the doors. There is a small plate, barely noticeable in the wall decor. "This shows this room is in use, should it be slided this way it is free to use. "Should you want a specific room and it is in use you can just let the host know and he'll put you on a waiting list. At times they leave the door ajar, that usually means you can join in, just ask first.

Usually it is quite easy finding an empty room, however tonight they are all unfortunately in use at the moment." He actually does seem surprised by that.

"Please, join us while you wait." An older woman chimes in, sitting in a sofa with a young man, in one of the soft chairs by the same table, an older gentleman has a young woman in his lap. Though her breasts are fully visible, he doesn't fondle them, but rather has a drink, and seems to chat with the company. "Is it your first visit?" The lady asks.

Eveline thanks the young man for the information, smiling as she comes to the realisation as to why all the rooms just happen to be occupied now

"O, Vanessa - did you really think I'd try to hide the show from you?"

She turns around swiftly, somewhat startled by the sound of the old one's voice, but collects herself perfectly before responding "Why, thank you, madam, but we will not be requiring one tonight." Answering her question she then adds quirkily "Well, both yes and no."

Eveline doesn't show it, but she can't help but wonder if she'd be nauseous should she enhance her smell again. Even if these two aren't sick, she's all too sure they still exude that insipid stench of decay that infallibly gets to them all. Remembering her sense of smell being brutally overwhelmed by the heavy mix of smoke, incensce and lust she wonders if maybe that's the purpose of it - those smells weren't bad, just too much; something she'd even be able to enjoy if she eased herself into it. But with her pent up frustration paired with the shock of sudden and extreme exposure, that is not something she will be exploring tonight. Especially now, fearing the rot slithering under the thick blanket of more alluring fragrances, unnoticed.

The perfect mask of politeness, she says "We'd love to stay and hear what all things you've experienced here yourself, madam - anyone should be so lucky to have someone more experienced showing them the ropes." The entendre is quite intended, and Eveline winks at her to confirm it. "We have, though, something of an appointment to mind, I fear."

With that she turns around with a firm grip on her companion's arm, hoping it convinces him not to question her decision - this is most likely the first he hears of an appointment, but she hopes he sees it as an excuse to leave, at least.

He comes with you and then he leans in, whispering. "An appointment? Should I worry?" He has a smile on his lips, not seeming to think there is reason to worry, but still, best to check.

The surroundings pretty much tend to themselves. You suspect whatever will happen, will do so after you tend to your task.

At that Eveline lets out a sudden chirping laugh, the question reminding her of why she's here, taking her mind off the old couple behind her. She eases the force of her grip on his arm, changing it into more of a hug, thankful he played along nicely and even pulled her focus back to her task with his ignorance.

"Oh, you have nothing to worry about, tidbit!" she says reassuringly, her laughter still echoing in her words. "And I just said that to get away from that dusty old bag." she adds in a whispering manner. 

Eveline looks up again to where she stood herself just a few nights ago, and then turns back to the big room, trying to discern which place would be the best for her task. She goes for one of the corners with all the pillows - she reckons she'd be able to control the angle best from such a place, being able to rearrange the pillows however she likes. A corner also makes for a place that isn't seen by most patrons. While Eveline doesn't mind being seen, there's no reason to be too obvious. That's just tacky.

"Come!" she says, leading him to the corner. She squats, balancing on her toes with her knees bent, and starts rearranging pillows with a surprising amount of forethought. When she's finally satisfied she tells him to sit, using Awe to grease his willingness to cooperate (2 successes). She then seats herself, pushing herself up close beside him. Coiling her arms around his left one, she positions herself so that her breasts would envelop his bicep had she been naked, letting his arm run down along her torso, leaving his hand resting on one of her thighs - both pulled up, knees facing him - which at once sends a wave of held back lust up through her stomach, making her jolt. She realises the danger in having his hand so close to her starved sex, but that is exactly what allows her to resist the urge to buck her hips toward all those long fingers - the desperate need to sate her furious desires is what makes sure she doesn't. Thinking about that spiral of opposite powers controlling each other almost makes her dizzy, and she pleads to God that she never gets used to it.

Allowing herself within emotional millimeters of giving him signals to put his hand inside her skirt and shove as many fingers as he wants inside her insane cunt, she sighs with ragged breath and leans in close to his ear and says

"This place is really something, isn't it? I'm so glad you wanted to come with me."

She pulls her head back for a second to let him look at her, but before he has a chance to answer, she continues

"I really want to thank you. ...the way I did last time."

She reveals all her pent up lust in her whole face as she looks him in the eyes and places a trembling hand high up on his thigh, fingers extending to meet his clad cock, already at half mast. He shudders, and it stiffens rapidly, which makes her feel as if his blood engorging member sets her insides on fire. Before he has a chance to say anything, she puts a finger on his lips and shushes him, all the while her other hand opens his trousers slowly - as if trying to hide it from everyone around them, what with being a proper lady and all - and moments later she feels it, the heat radiating from his hard cock into her hand, telling her it's out.

She holds that suspense for a moment, before looking down and taking in the sight - the sight of his long dick in her hand, the glans shiny from all the blood rushing to it and in that beautiful shade of purple she loves so much. She can smell it clearly even without using Auspex, making her wonder if she'd actually faint had she used it. Meeting his eyes one final time, biting her lip and with a mischievous grin, she slides down - making sure she stays on the side of him for that perfect view, a spectator seeing both the side of her face and his cock in its entirety.

Eveline is so close to it now. It takes up most of her view and she can feel the heat from it on her face, without even touching it. She takes a deep breath and the only thing her lust-drugged mind can smell is his scent. She grabs it carefully with one hand, regarding it with something close to reverance. Release is so close now that she can almost get there with just her mind. So as not to "get there" accidentally she straightens one leg, letting her pussy free from the dangerous pressure of her thighs.

Then she closes in, kissing his shaft tenderly. The heat against her lips is intoxicating, and she starts kissing it passionately from the root to the glans. Eveline can barely hold her tears back from all the raging emotions within her. Lust. Joy. Sorrow. Pride, for making it without even once being pleasured. Even rage, since no part of her is getting away from this hurricane. But mostly it's the promise of release, the serenity that comes after cumming.

She doesn't know what her Prince has in store for her, besides the promised release, but Eveline can't help but see this as a sort of baptism. She will be safe. So she licks his dick from the balls all the way up to the tip with an almost religious fervour.

Then she looks up at him, meets his hazy eyes - and takes him in her mouth.

Eveline tightens her lips as she sinks her head over his dick. He groans as there is no part of it that escapes her descent. Her tongue is pressed firmly into his length, its finely tuned dexterity enveloping him, moving like it was milking him. And it is. 

When he reaches the back of her mouth, she presses on just a little bit more to get to that thick spit from her throat, which she'll need before long. After a few bobs, she dislodges and takes a look on her handiwork - his throbbing cock now shiny with spit all the way down to his balls, and she turns her head up towards where her hidden spectator is watching from with a look of both pride and a hunger for approval. She knows she probably won't see Vanessa up there, but she doesn't have to. It was entirely something for Vanessa - her Prince - a token of both submission and great willpower.

She looks back at the man in his lust-addled stupour - she can't even remember his name at the moment - and says playfully

"Oh, you want more?"

The sordid look on his face is all she wants, and she dives back in, taking in a bit more of his length for every few bobs. His length is of the rather impressive kind, and she didn't even attempt to take all of him into her mouth the last time. She doesn't even think he'd ever expect that. But this time is special, and while she pretends to struggle with her breathing, her throat constricting his tip every time it hits her, she will give him what no one probably has ever before. He even sounds concerned as he realises she takes in more and more, and half-heartedly mumbles

"Y-you...don't have...to..."

Eveline pulls off one last time and looks him in the eyes, tears running down her face mixing with the throat spit she drools and answers with a look of gratefulness he probably doesn't understand.

"I know. I just. Really. Want to."

She then grabs him by the root and positions herself better for the upcoming feat. She might not need air, but she still needs to fill her throat with...a lot of unyielding dick. And she's never taken someone this "tall" all the way in. He stutters something concernedly, but she doesn't hear what...and then she dives down.

He lets out a shout of disbelief and unbridled lust as he sees his dick disappear into her head. She digs her fingers into his thigh with her free hand as to ground herself, should her instincts kick in and abort. The angle allows her to follow through without having to bend him as much as possible, but the real challenge is the fact that she's really not used to take in solids anymore, being on a liquid diet as she is. So when she can feel her chin hit his body where it meets the root of his dick, she squeals in delight, proudly. It doesn't sound like a squeal, though - for obvious reasons - but the attempt makes her throat squeeze practically all of his invisible cock.

He probably tries to say something, but it's unintelligible - not that she's actually listening. She wishes she could meet her Prince's eyes now, like this. She hopes she would see pride in her eyes. Eveline abruptly stops fantasising as her body demands her full attention. Time to earn that pride!

She slowly pulls herself up, but only to the point where his glans is almost free from her throat and then she slams herself back down. Muffled retching sounds reverberate through his cock, in rhythm with the constrictions of her throat's assaulted muscles. Eveline never lets go of him entirely. She keeps him tied to her tightening esophagus, going up and down, over and over again. She realises she can't keep up like this for too long, or she will raise suspicion to her keeping going without needing to go back up for air, but luckily - for obvious reasons, Eveline's partner for the evening is showing all signs he is about to cum. Just as she is about to applaud herself in her mind for being able to see it coming, leaving her a chance to prepare for his volumous load, he - of course - explodes. It's nothing like the last time, though, when she took it all in her mouth just before feeding. No, she feels his cock throb all the way down the length of her throat, but she can't feel that expected cascade of hot seed. Not surprisingly, of course, but knowing all too well he's a three-spurt-man, Eveline quickly collects herself after the second is shot directly into her stomach and pulls up as the last jet is shot out, painting her throat in that special tone of white. As she lets go of his cock, she presses his shaft between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, squeezing out the last of it still in the "pipe", wanting to at least taste some of her well-earned victory. As he is finally free the last strand of cum connects them still before it breaks and paints a lewd stripe down her chin.

Eveline remembers to breathe and takes a deep struggling breath - that her throat is full of sperm is clearly heard. After some laboured inhaling and exhaling, she looks up at him and with an impressively innocent sounding tone asks

"Did you cum?"

She immediately lets out a joyous laughter, only marred by the fact that she then coughs up some of the cum through her nose. That actually makes her embarrassed and she covers her nose and says

"I'm so sorry! Please exc..." only to start laughing again at the absurdity of it, collapsing in his lap as she tries to regain her "dignity".

She manages to calm down - finally - but remains lying with her head in his lap. Looking a perfect mess, she grabs one of the pillows and wipes her mouth with it before sitting up next to him.

"Hr-hrrm...I hope you've had just as great an evening as I have, scrumptious. Our night together, however, is over. I didn't actually lie about that appointment I mentioned before, but it's just for me. You can stay here if you like, but I suspect I will be called away any moment now."

She leans on his shoulder to rest, her gargantuan frustration still clouded by the physical ordeal she just went through.

Before getting much rest, one of the young women comes up and hands you a handkerchief. "Clean up Miss, you have been invited to the room over there." She nods to one of the doors.

...

Once Eveline gets there, she sees several people in the room, all of them properly dressed. She recognises the beautiful man from last time, as well as the woman greeting her at the Prince's place. There is also another woman and man she hasn't seen before, both of them beautiful enough, but not near the man's beauty. A voice she recognises well sounds from the corner behind her.

"Undress..." The Prince says, sitting in a chair, it looks comfortable, yet she sits straight in it, out on the edge, in a very ladylike manner. "... and tell me in detail how you've managed your task, any slip-ups, any use of the exceptions I gave you, and how the days has been affecting you."

When Eveline recognises the beautiful man whose face she rode, she almost fails quelling a groan. She can't avoid noticing her starved pussy getting louder at the sight, though.

With not a modest amount of willpower she loosens her gaze from the man with hair that surely was made to be grabbed as he so expertly eats you out, and she takes a moment to silently greet the Prince's aide and the rest of the strangers with a smile and a nod.

Eveline begins unfastening her dress even before turning arround to face her Prince. She lets out a discreet chuckle to herself, quite surprised by how fast she took to the command by the voice behind her. She turns slowly and as she curtsies deeply, she lets her dress fall to the floor before standing up again.

"Your Grace!" she greets her. "It..." Eveline's gaze seemingly passes the walls as she starts imagining this last - most challenging - week. "It has been so hard. But...at the same time I can't see how I could have failed." This rather ambiguous statement is obviously still confusing Eveline herself. She stands straight and adds "I haven't been satisfied even once, my Prince. Neither by myself nor by another. ...although...once I was only 'saved' from cumming because He chose to stop."

Eveline looks a tad defeated, but goes on "I don't know if I'd have been strong enough to save myself had He kept going. ...Not that it would have broken Your rules, Your Grace - it was my primogen." she adds just a little defensive.

She straightens her back again and continues "Not even when I've fed have I let them satisfy me. Although I must admit I might have refrained from feeding as much as I should have this last week."
Until now Eveline's kept her gaze either straight forward or wandering away, most likely painstakingly reliving the most challenging week in her unlife. But then she looks directly in Vanessas eyes as she goes on

"I wish I could explain what it is that has been raging within me. I can only think of things contradicting each other perfectly. Like an indomitable will sprung from surrendering...or unshakable control from giving up control." Eveline looks down into the floorboards, clearly moved by whatever it is she has experienced, before she goes on

"I don't understand it yet. ...but I love it. How it tears me apart and at the same time lets me feel so complete. So together." At the mentioning she loves it, it could be read on her face by even the densest buffoon.

At Vanessa's praise Eveline relaxes her overly tense body, making her forget her ravenous desires for a few moments. She listens intently to her Prince's words - a hint of concern in her eyes as she realises what's about to come could have been seen as the result of failure, but from that same feeling she draws upon that resolve that makes her so focused, so present, that everything around her almost seems less real.

Eveline says nothing as the rope is tied around her hands and then pulled up towards the ceiling. She merely looks at it, feels it tighten, the fibres digging into her skin, anchoring her. As her Prince explains Eveline's beast might even brake free, she can feel the fear, but it is as if the fear is put outside her body, letting her observe it instead of succumbing to it. She'd worry about being able to hold the beast back, even for a moment, were it not for Vanessa's words, or rather her voice - Eveline reckons her Prince could tell her Gehenna is upon them and she would still find solace in it.

Something completely new is about to reshape her - or maybe rather unveil her? - something she has no control over. As if about to jump into a roaring rapid, taking her God knows where, Eveline smiles serenely and calmly says

"I understand."

The reflex is still there. She gasps loudly as the first lash lands. Eveline didn't expect he would be whipping her back, but the pain demands her attention before she has much time to think on it. Lash upon lash paint the back of her small frame. There are spots where the lashes land more often, and whenever it hits them, Eveline yelps, unable to remain silent. At first she managed to merely gasp discretely as the hits steadily rained down on her. But before long - or has it been long? Eveline can't quite tell - the perfect beat of the whip has dismantled whatever tolerance for pain she had, and she cries out loud.

At one point she even forgets why she's being whipped, her whole mind hypnotized by the attacks. As she is about to beg for mercy and forgiveness, even if she can't remember what for, she notices that part deep within her that demands being set free, so it can deal with these freaks in all manner of creative ways. It tries desperately to convince her, with promises of making their shrieking regrets into morbidly beautiful sonnets, of painting the walls with their blood in landscapes of wonderful agony. It is quite seducing.

Resisting it, however, reminds her of what is happening. Eveline speaks to it, trying to calm it down. "We're not in danger. I've chosen this. We're not in danger. It'll be worth it." A part of her is unsure if it actually believes that, which the beast naturally picks up and wails even louder, causing Eveline to snap back at it with matching fury "You will keep quiet! You will be still! You will obey! Crawl back, worm!"

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Eveline's body reacts as if still struck even after the steadfast torture has ended, until she feels Vanessa's hand touching her wounds, upon which she jolts with surprise, pulled out from the almost trancelike state keeping her beast subdued, paired with the hypnotizing beat of the whip, had granted her. Now the pain is back in full and she whimpers in agony as her Prince caresses one of the more impressive lines.

She carefully puts more weight on her feet - retaining her foothold during the onslaught had been impossible - and manages to stand, albeit on shaky legs. Fully focused on not letting the beast out - Eveline had forgotten to heal herself - she begins immediately after Vanessa's words of approval, feeling her back heal in tandem with her hunger growing more and more ferocious. She pulls on the rope, impatiently trying to get out of the restraints so she can dive in on those blood engorged lips, and as soon as the man with the hair unties her, she leaps onto the bed, quickly straddling the compliant meal under her, and holding her legs apart Eveline digs in.

It is only with great restraint that Eveline manages to feed on the woman without risking draining her. At first she is devouring her, but as the blood keeps flowing, Eveline is reassured she will have her fill, and slows down. Then she starts focusing on the other hunger - the one that has gone untreated for a whole week! - and instead of just sinking her fangs on the first place they found, Eveline pulls her head up, smiles and tilts her head a little, and then as she lowers her head again, she slowly penetrates the woman's labiae, connecting them to each other like some morbid piercing. She slows down her gulps and makes sure her fangs are never still within their target.

Satisfied with the pace, Eveline can focus on the pleasure she so deserves. It's like a heatwave flowing through her as she accepts the satisfaction that is no longer forbidden, and she begins gyrating on top of her. Soon enough, though, Eveline realises she doesn't have to do anything at all herself. With moving her fangs in the woman's lips - sinking them deeper or even pulling at them, carefully making the holes bigger - she can control her treatment. Sighing contentedly, Eveline works herself into a carnal accelerando, her moans loud even though they're muffled by her lips locked tight around the poor woman's assaulted cunt.

And when Eveline senses she can't feed much more without killing this kine - and also sensing she is close to a devastating orgasm - she pulls her head back again, takes a good look on the beautiful sight and then enhances her sense of touch - she then descends again, driving her fangs into the base of her clitoris for that well deserved finale. Seeing as Eveline no longer holds back, but allows her - no, forces her - to get her beyond that point she's hungered for so long - and to no small part because of her heightened sensitivity - it almost feels like her skill rivals Ludecke's. Almost. Eveline starts squealing into her pierced sex as her tongue expertly builds up to an orgasm that Eveline fears will tear her apart. The part of her tasked with avoiding danger even has her ball her back for a moment, as if trying to remove her from her inevitable fate. For a moment. But it is as if Eveline's pussy is glued to the subjugated woman's mouth and as she sinks her fangs all the way in, the world disappears and her squeals grow into a scream, her nails digging into her thighs, leaving trails of blood trickle down onto the bed. For the second time ever, Eveline's orgasm squirts all over someone's face. 

She really can't tell how long it was when her sex-addled mind lets her think again. Not too long though, since the woman seems to still be alive. It is too soon to get up, though, that is for sure. Even struggling to lift her head, Eveline turns it towards her Prince with a look of deepest gratitude and says with a drowzy voice

"Thank you, Your Grace! ...I am so happy You were pleased. ...and know that I will keep doing my best to please You!" There is a look of desperate sincerity on her face at that last promise. Her face then shines up in a wide smile and she says "But maybe not at once." followed by her chirping laugh, only dampened by exhaustion.

Eveline opens her mouth in excited surprise, and her eyes dart quickly between the offered men. When the Prince then starts talking about much more serious matters, Eveline takes on a fitting expression instead - still ripe with excitement, though - rolls over on her belly, and slowly rises to sitting on her knees, listening intently.

During the Prince's explanation of what needs to be done, one can clearly see Eveline's eagerness - the Prince had her at "I'd like you to get close to him" - and she almost can't let her continue uninterrupted, but makes the effort.

While not very fond of the idea of a kine seemingly controlling her, she realises she's really the one holding the reins, getting him in line with the Prince's wishes, which makes it so much better.

Noticing it's something she wants an answer to, even before finishing the question, Eveline's mind running on great speed has her nodding in eager agreement.

"Yes! Yes, my Prince. I would love to." Her spinning mind starts imagining what it will be like, subsequently forming questions on the things she can't decide herself. "Who are the ones I want to notice him? Who is he? When is the event?" Eveline realises all will be explained in due time, so she reigns in her inquisitive mind...and hopes it won't take too long. The prospect of having her 'fill' of the two men standing at the ready is demanding more and more of her focus. The woman she just had was a wizard with her tongue, but Eveline's insides were still all too untouched. At the thought of them needing the equivalent of the debilitating lashings her back just took, makes her body jerk and she chortles in surprise.

Eveline really likes the thought of getting the instructions in writing - making her more childish self feel like she's a spy, involved in some grand scheme. She'll have to remind herself to burn the note as soon as she's memorised its contents, perfectly adding to the spy idea.

But as Vanessa tells her to enjoy herself, Eveline sighs contentedly, and bows to her Prince, still on her knees.

"Thank you, Your Grace!" she says softly - the words, however, filled with great emotion. She looks to the two men - from one to the other and then back, and aided by her exhausted appearance simply says "I'm afraid I'm too worn out to be able to put much work in this myself, so I think it's best if you share the task." Her voice, while drowzy and soft, still almost vibrates with growing lust as she thinks of the possibilities. She looks up at one of the men and lifts her arms a little, wordlessly commanding him to lift her up.

She envelops his waist with her legs to keep herself up, and when the other man doesn't immediately join them, she looks back at him with a look of both pleeding and impatience

"Don't let your friend do all the work! There's..." She hesitates, realising she's never done something like this before, and the mere thought of it sends one of those carnal bolts straight through her bowels, reverberating through her chest and ending in hairs standing on end at her neck. "There's room for more." When she feels his strong hands grip her thighs, she can relax fully, letting them both hold her entire weight up. She hangs her head backwards on the second man's shoulder, now merely waiting for them to start using her.

It's the exhaustion. It came so naturally to her in that state. Not being able to refuse them at all, or even flee should the chance arise, makes her want it all - makes her want to be fully used. As that previously unknown part of herself introduces itself, another thought becomes devastatingly obvious: she chuckles - drunk with fatigue and powerlessness...as she enhances her sense of touch.

To say she's fully conscious for this would be wrong. With so much of her mind devoted to register touch, that's pretty much all she is in this moment, as the two men - clearly egged on by her inability to do anything at all - piston in and out of her in tandem. 

It's not words that she utter as they fiercely fuck both her holes, it rather reminds one of the speaking in tongues that some religious fanatics do - only based on lewd groans, clearly setting it apart. When they start harshly bouncing her onto their merciless cocks her eyes roll back inside her head and as she goes silent - not counting the huffing sounds their combined strength forces her useless lungs to produce - so does her mind, the person Eveline now all touch. 

Eveline doesn't know how long they keep at it - clearly. Thinking about it afterwards proves hard, as there were no thoughts then to anchor memories to, but she undoubtedly feels when they reach their limit, somehow increasing their ferocity as if actually aiming to pierce her innards with their impending loads. She feels how they all fall onto the bed, still conntected via her battered nethers. She feels when they finally pull out of her, leaving her with a weird sense of emptiness, both relieved and deprived. They help her get dressed and get onto a carriage. On the way home she finally has presence enough to let her overclocked sense rest, and her ability to form actual thoughts slowly return.

She sits on her bed, futilely trying to recreate the spectacular end of this perfect night by memory, but finds she has to give up. When she instead focuses on sensing her body - her pussy and asshole in particular - it almost feels as if she's drawn back there, as a dark jolt of carnal electricity jerks her body upright - luckily snapping her back to reality from the shear shock. She starts laughing with childish abandon, and as dawn breaks she curls up into a ball, her laughter now only hushed giggling, and falls asleep with the men's seeping gifts finally starting to ebb out.