"I must admit, I didn't expect to be doing this again~"

Aversa's admission came as she looked around her surroundings with some degree of disdain. While the Ylliseans on the whole seemed more keen on upkeep and hygiene, that hardly changed the fact she was, once again, in the depths of a dungeon. In the role of the keeper, no less- a trait she swore she'd been stripped of once she forsook the conquered kingdom of the sands, but found herself in once again with this rather eccentric, eager redheaded lad.

"You know, usually when I drag a boy to a dungeon, there's less…enthusiasm," she mused as she looked at her 'guest' -the redheaded, bespectacled scholar from a future ruled by her dark master. One that she certainly wouldn't mind the fruition of, but played her hand close, at least for now. 'Ast thing we need are these insufferable Ylliseans getting the stomachs to execute us…or me, at least,' she mused to herself.

"O-Oh?" Laurent cocked his head from his restraints on the table. Aversa simply rolled her eyes and did as he'd wished as she tied a blindfold around his eyes, just beneath his glasses.

"Mhmmm. Now enough chatter - I suppose you wish to get started, don't you~" she purred as she pushed her body against his. He couldn't see her through the black cloth, but that hardly mattered as she watched the fruits of her somewhat lackluster efforts bloom before her eyes. And it kept blooming until it towered and stretched his robes, much to her shock.

"Oh my, you're…you're not lying about any of this, are you?" she mused as she reached out and gently flicked his desire. The pained grunt sent a familiar shiver over her back as she found her old, seductive smile curling back on her lips. "Alright then - I'll humor you, brat. But first-"

Aversa stepped aside and quickly did away with her thin, short skirt. Her attire, already scandalous, was more than capable of being stripped off on the fly, if one knew the way to do so. Aversa's now-bare loins dripped and drizzled her nectar onto her thighs as she climbed up on the table and shifted herself over Laurent's head. "Show me what that mouth of yours can do, and you'll get yourself a little treat," she promised him before she rolled her hips down.

Laurent gasped before her Plegian pussy covered his mouth. He got the hint rather quickly and began to lick and tease her velvet walls. Aversa hunched forward and gasped at the sudden, relentless vigor with which he ate her out.

"A-Ahh! Not bad, boy - keep going," she stressed as her nails curled into his hair. She ground down on his nose as he vigorously licked up and down inside her forbidden hallway. The myriad of enthusiastic ministrations in her nethers made her shiver as she tried to break him down. "Faster, you worm," the seductress snarled.

The studious lad complied as he eagerly dove into the temptress' pussy for a feast fit for kings. The same nectar that could offer succor for both the bethroend and the befelled from behind her thin, ironclad legs flowed onto his eloquent tongue. He couldn't see how she recoiled and spasmed, but he certainly felt her as she coaxed him on with words and gestures.

F-Fuck! What a wicked child you are - who taught you this, I wonder?"

Aversa shifted back and pressed her hands into his thighs. She felt him squirm as he continued to eat her out while she pushed her trimmed muff against his nose. His lips shifted down as he tried to eat her out more, much to her bemusement.

"Hmmm…I doubt it was the traitor - she's too enamored with my cute little brother, isn't she?" she mused to herself. Laurent didn't respond, for obvious reasons that she overlooked as she went to the next on her list.

"Hmmm, or perhaps it was that little Troubador troublemaker? She seems the type to rattle these gauche glass chandeliers," she chuckled without mirth.

The Temptress paused and pushed her hips forward. Laurent grunted as the back of his head hit the hard wooden table while he tried so hard to please her. It was quaint, almost endearing. If she were in a more charitable mood, she may have opted to roll onto her stomach and return the favor. But while his efforts certainly earned him points, she wasn't quite sure she needed to go to those lengths. Not just yet, at least.

"Ohhhh, was it the dancer? That cute little pink-headed strumpet who smuggled your ratty little band out of Plegia and past the Valmese armies?" she cackled with a cruel smirk. The thought of that little wallflower diva over this studious lad's face was…actually, it made her smirk curl down as she felt a certain degree of envy, for reasons that escaped her interest. "I'll bet she squeals like a pig, doesn't she?" she ground her hips and even squeezed her thighs against his ears.

"Hmmph phm hmmm, he answered back as his glasses tapped against her legs. She reached down and peeled them off by the bridge of his nose, but not before she let him feel the feathery caress of her fingers on his nose.

"No, no - I doubt she has the spine to even push for that, much less train you," she cooed before she patted his head.

Laurent's muffled response made her shiver as his tongue did wonders to her pussy. 'Grima's sake - where was THIS when I had to humor all those miserable excrements? At least with him, I could've enjoyed myself,' she lamented.

"...Oooooooh, wait a moment."

Aversa reached forward and grabbed his head to pull his tongue out of her snatch. His eyes peeked out from between her luscious thighs as she sneered at him with a devious, knowing smirk. "Or perhaps it was…yours truly? From your future's past?"

Laurent's eyes clearly popped open from under his blindfold in clear alarm. It made Aversa chuckle and shake her head before she mockingly patted his head. "Oh, don't be so anxious- I've been made quite aware of yours and the other brat's…situations," she grinned.

"For now, our shared enemy is Valm, and I shall strive to crush them like the ants they are," Aversa cooly explained. She smoothly rolled her hips back and let her wet pussy smear down his neck and chest until his long, hard cock was pressed between her legs. The Temptress slid down atop him and walked her nails up his chest as she smiled down on him. "And…if you're a good little boy who can keep up and keep your mouth shut…perhaps we could do this again~"

The way he twitched behind her made her lips curl up even more. "Good boy. I think you've earned a little reward - cherish it," she commanded him before she clapped her thighs together around his cock.

"O-Oooh, gods," the lad groaned and pushed up against his restraints. His captor smiled and rubbed her voluptuous, barely covered breasts against his chest until he could feel her nipples through the thin strips of what she called 'clothing'. He was her toy - exactly as she promised. And precisely as he wanted.

The Temptress didn't pull back in the slightest as she did what came so naturally to her now. Her greatest weapon - her body - was used to its fullest extent as she rolled and rocked her thighs up his long, hard staff over and over again.

I have to admit…he's impressive,' she mused to herself as she strained to push up her legs enough to squeeze his tip. The length that she had to traverse was almost daunting. Mouth-watering, if she were at all honest or open.

She was neither.

"C-Can't…g-guhnna!"

Aversa heard his blubbering and sped up her strokes. Her fingers dug into his shoulders for support as she flexed and curled her thighs on his cock as precum-leaked out and smeared down. The hot, sticky seed made her shiver, though not by choice alone. She kept her motions fast as she felt him ready to erupt all up her back, onto her ass, and down her thighs and calves. The moment - the stroke just before she would coax him over the edge…she stopped. Instantly.

"Ah, ah, aaaah- not yet."

Laurent gasped as she casually opened her legs up and left his cock painfully erect mere hairs from her tantalizing body. She felt him shudder and spasm underneath her while he stayed pinned down by both his restraints and her own body. "G-Guh!" he protested.

"Oh, little boy - we've got a lot to do," Aversa chuckled before she leaned in and licked around his lips. A soft coo blew her breath over his blindfolded face as his cheeks glowed as bright as his hair. She casually pushed her hand up and through his hair until she could cradle his head in her palm. "The night's still young, after all, ~" she grinned and leaned down...