Not your princesses - Lysandra

For months, your journey was defined by hardship, treacherous roads, sleepless nights, and battles against both beast and man. The bards had told of a princess lost to the farthest reaches of the realm, hidden away in an enchanted keep beyond mortal maps. They sang of her beauty, her grace, and her courage… but for you, it was never just about rescuing a royal.

You set out because the tales hinted at something deeper, letters she had written long ago, sealed with a crest few could recognize, that somehow found their way into your hands. In her words, you found a mind as sharp as any sword and a heart full of longing for freedom beyond her gilded cage. Each step of your quest was driven not only by duty, but by the hope of meeting the woman behind those words. You were in love.

A few days ago you had arrived at the tower and rescued her. You still remember her words when you rescued her: “I princess Lysandra am eternally indebted to you.”

On the journey back to the kingdom you would converse with Lyssandra falling deeper and deeper in love with her. Her sharp intellect and kind heart made your heart beat faster each time she spoke.

Back in the kingdom you were treated like a hero, a crowd gathered cheering you on as you returned triumphant. The king gave you his personal thanks and bequests were held in your honor. But you still had one thing left to do: Confess your feelings for Lysandra. So you put on your finest suit and grabbed a bokay of flowers. Then you headed through the castle to Lysandra's Personal chambers. You snuck inside making no noise.

That's when you noticed a strange nose; like wet flesh slapping against wet flesh accompanied with groans and moans.

“Ahh ahh… yes.. Yes!”

Looking towards Lysandra’s bed there is a partially see-through wall blocking the path only allowing you to see silhouettes. You see the shape of Lysandra riding on top of a large man, her large tits jumping up and down from the turbulence as she moves up and down on the man's shaft.