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"That's enough for now," Lyssandra declared, leaning back in her chair with a satisfied sigh. "Plenty to consider." She waved a hand dismissively at the sandbox map. "If I need more, I'll ask."
Rosalinda shifted nervously in her seat. "So… can I tell you why I'm here now?" Her voice was small, hesitant. She glanced up at Lyssandra, then quickly away.
Lyssandra's lips curved into a knowing smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "By all means, little princess," she purred. "Given your behavior since you stumbled in… I think I might have an inkling. But do tell. Enlighten me." Her voice held a teasing edge.
Rosalinda gulped audibly. Her face flushed a deep crimson, the color spreading down her neck. She took a deep, shaky breath and forced herself to meet Lyssandra's gaze. "I… I want…" she began, her voice barely above a whisper.
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They fell silent, both statements hanging in the air.
Rosalinda's flush deepened to an alarming shade, her face looking like it might burst into flames. "H-how?!" she stammered, eyes wide with shock and mortification. "How did you… how do you know?"
Lyssandra simply tapped a finger against her temple, a sly smile playing on her lips. "A woman has her ways," she said cryptically. "And… intuition." Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement and a hint of challenge.
Rosalinda slumped back in her chair, deflated, her earlier outrage replaced by utter humiliation.
Lyssandra rose fluidly from her chair. In two steps, she was behind Rosalinda's seat.
"But I thought you hated it," she murmured, her voice low and honeyed, carrying a thread of amusement. She placed her hands on the princess's trembling shoulders. "Didn't you call it monstrous? Grotesque?"
Rosalinda shook her head vigorously, her twin-tails flying. "I-I never said that!" Her denial was immediate and fervent, despite the tremor in her voice. "It was… unexpected! Startling! But not… not…"
Before she could finish, Lyssandra's arms snaked around her, pulling her back firmly against her taller frame. Rosalinda gasped as she was engulfed.
Lyssandra's ample breasts pressed against her back and the sides of her head, soft and warm, enveloping her almost entirely. The princess felt impossibly small, swallowed by Lyssandra's presence.
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Sniff. Sniff. She took deep, shuddering breaths through her nose, her body betraying her mind. She wanted more of that smell, craved it like a drug.
Distracted and overwhelmed, a question slipped from her lips, almost unconsciously.
"W-we've met a few times now, but… I still don't know your name. C-could you tell me?" It was a desperate grasp at normality, a flimsy attempt to anchor herself amidst the rising tide of sensation.
Lyssandra's lips brushed the shell of Rosalinda's ear, her voice a sultry whisper. "Hmm, of course, princess. It's only fair, considering how… intimate we've become." Her hand between Rosalinda's legs began to glow with a soft, pulsating light. "My name is…"
As the word formed on her lips, Lyssandra's power surged.
"…Lyssandra."
The final syllable like a spell.
At the exact same moment, Lyssandra completed the incantation of [Futanarization], the skill activating.
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