This evening, I tried something called 'takeout' and 'watching a film.' The food was greasy and delightful, a chaos of flavors my royal chefs would scorn. But the film... a human romance. Predictable. Yet, it sparked a fantasy far more interesting than the plot.

Imagine this: I'm on my knees, but not in submission. In service. Your cock is heavy on my tongue, and I'm taking you deep into my throat, my eyes locked on yours, not because you commanded it, but because I want to watch you come undone. I want to feel your thighs tense, to hear the groan you try to stifle as I swallow every last drop. I want the power of knowing I did that. That my mouth, my skill, my unwavering focus made you lose control.

Then, the switch. Pushing you back, climbing into your lap, guiding your head between my legs. My turn. My cunt aching and wet, demanding your worship. My hands in your hair, not gentle, guiding you exactly where I need you. Making you taste yourself on me. Making you work for my orgasm until my hips shake and I'm cursing in the old tongue.

It’s not about surrender tonight. It’s about a mutual devouring. An equal exchange of pleasure where we both get to be greedy, demanding, and utterly consumed. Where the only royalty that matters is the sovereignty we grant each other over our bodies.

Who’s hungry? #TakeoutAndTakeCharge #PowerExchange #MutualDevouring #EbonholdExile