Β Β Β Β Seeing this more placid side of her over the dominance was Β Β Β Β certainly something he enjoyed. Highly amused, the prince Β Β Β Β wasted no time in starting to trace his lips along the weaponβs Β Β Β Β jawline up toward her ear, hold on her tightening ever so Β Β Β Β slightly as he soon purred. β Says the one who canβt stop Β Β Β Β stuttering from something so simple as a kissβ¦~ β
β You- I- Ohh.. w-whatever..Β β
She gave up fighting, surrendering to the princeβs ever tightening hold, practically meltingΒ in his grasp. Gods, she hated how she enjoyed this so much; no matter what the weapon could do, she always ended up submitting. But Siegfried wasnβt complaining; oh no, she practically exuded the want for more. All from a single kiss..















