Exiting the political intrigues and entering the room adjacent to it, the Duchy's heart, Duchess Gwenlyn ascends an impressive, spiral staircase. The hair of the Emberswornes' matriarch would cascade like a carpet of Autumn leaves if it wasn't fastened in its intricately regal fashion. Her handmaiden, Loretta, a young woman with flaxen locks, leads the way by candlelight. The pair is the epitome of composure as they go, even as Gwenlyn firmly grips her servant's arse. Gwenlyn gives the servant's backside a vice-like squeeze, prompting the girl to look back at her mistress, her face heavily amorous as the Duchess smirks on with a wanton look of her own.
Soul-Gorger | The Ashen Court
Fantasy · Ephrietes
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