"Oh? Is there a problem little Corrin?" Her gaze was wicked and amused as she looked down on Corrin.
"I... uhm... well..." Corrin sputtered incoherently. He tried again.
"I love your feet and I love your boots. I'm just scared, you are my big sister that always protected and loved me... I don't want to lose that."
She laughed, a magnificent belly laugh that made her breasts bounce wonderfully.
"My sweet little Corrin, I do love you. And it is because I love you that I want to give you what you desire. It all makes sense to me now. You see me on the battlefield, you see me in the torture chambers, you see me as I push my subordinates. It wasn't just anyone's boots you looked for, but mine. You love the idea of me doing the same to you. To crush you under my boots, to crush your spirit, to crush the humanity out of you and turn you into a sniveling worm. That is your fantasy, that is what makes your little boy parts aroused."
Camilla was terrifying him right now, but at the same time his cock had never been more erect. Yes he fantasized about her doing that but the reality, the realty scared him so much. He back away on the ground and Camilla advanced.
"Where are you going my sweet? My lovely little plaything. Are you ready to learn the meaning of pain? Of submission?"
You had to think fast this was moving too quickly, what were you going to do?
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