Aether rested naked in the arms of the Prinzessin, his head resting upon her lap. With a sorrowful expression, she traced a scar along his chest.
"Mine knight," she said. "Thou hast sustained grievous wounds in mine service. For that, mine heart aches."
He smiled.
"Your majesty, it's mine honor to serve thee. The wounds are badges of my devotion to thee—my love for thee. I'd not trade them for all the riches in the kingdom, nor for the love which thou sees fit to grant me."
Her hand splayed flat upon his chest, the pinkie resting by his left nipple. The other hand went down his abbs. Her fingertips grazed his crotch, and he quickly went hard. Fischl's eyes softened.
"At least, this part of you still works."
"Your majesty, I beseech your forgiveness for—."
"That is unnecessary. Seeing this doth please me."
Her fingertip circled the base of his cock, driving him to further over the edge. Aether looked away, feeling a little shy.
"Do not avert thine eyes, brave knight," she commanded. "I wish to see thy face in the throes of deep pleasure."
She stroked her finger along the head where a bit of precum oozed. Down, her finger slipped along the frenulum, tracing a vein beneath the skin. It went further down still to his testicles. Here, Fischl switched to her hand and cupped his balls. She rolled them around in her hand, marveling at the way they twitched.
"Mine knight, I would have you now, but I fear you are yet too weak. May I still adore thee with pleasure and grant thee release?"
Honestly, he was just fine and could totally go a few rounds with her. Well, this was her fantasy. He wasn't about to contradict her.
"Your majesty. T'would be mine honor to receive thy touch."
"Then, prepare thyself."
She clasped his shaft and began slow, teasing strokes up and down the length. Her had was soft—befitting of the Prinzessin. In each stroke, there was the power of the Immernachtreich. Thus, her handjob felt like the gratitude of a kingdom rather than a simple act between lovers. He stared up into her eye, utterly lost in the violet glow.
"Prinzessin," he whispered in awe. "Your touch doth delight my senses."
"Oh? Speak more of thy excitement."
"I feel my pain slipping away with every moment. The cup of my soul is set to overflow. I… I… Oh, that I could touch thee and love thee as a man should."
"Fret not, mine knight. Thy strength will return and then we shalt have our fill of love. Until then, though, allow the Prinzessin to claim what is rightfully hers."
Her eye went further down, lighting upon his anus with a smirk.
"Prithee," he said, "Mine word of safety shalt be: Oz."
"Very well."
With that, the Prinzessin slipped her fingers inside his anus and stroked his prostate gland. He surrendered to the whim of the almighty Prinzessin, ruler of the sovereign of the Immernachtreich.