Argon stood up from his throne and approached Isadora, his steps heavy with desire. She could feel his heat radiating from his body, and she felt herself growing wet with anticipation. "Isadora," he said in a low, husky voice. "You have awoken something within me, and now I must have you."
Isadora's heart was racing with excitement, and she could feel herself becoming more aroused with every passing second. "Yes, my lord," she said, her own voice low and breathy. "I am yours to command."
Without a word, Argon stood up from his throne and walked over to Isadora. He took her in his arms, pressing his body against hers, and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. Isadora moaned softly, her hands gripping his shoulders as she returned his kiss with equal fervor.
