"Don't stare at me." The empress spoke with a frown, barely holding herself back for the sake of the inheritance.
She didn't want to bring any other man for this task; at least Vritra looked super handsome, even better than the emperor who wouldn't leave her alone and didn't know what the word no meant.
"…" Vritra gulped while staring at the empress's milky thighs, those thick, soft, voluptuous thighs. Her supple hips, and hiding between those soft petals, was the beautiful pink pussy.
"Tch, cover your face with this." Yennefer threw her handkerchief on his face, seeing that he was still staring at her body.
Vritra tore his eyes away from that beautiful sight, and feeling the dangerous aura, he placed the fragrantly smelling handkerchief over his eyes. The piece of cloth was filled with her scent.
"Uh, someone high and mighty like you shouldn't be doing this with someone ordinary like me—" Vritra tried one last time.
