I know I should feel sorry for Serath. I should be disgusted by the pigs fucking in the mud. Something about it all though excites me. Seeing such a strong and handsome man, a man who commands the armies of the Sanc kingdom, who was the pride of the royal family and who could make the women of a hunded nations swoon in his presence. Seeing such a proud man reduced to a lowly pig and cower in the presence of a boar. It feels exhilirating! The fact that one woman had the power to do this thrills me and I feel a craving to see it happen again. To treat Serath as I would a pig. To humiliate him. The very thought makes me feel hot and flushed.
"M... Morgana," I whisper.
"Hmm? Yes Princess?" She asks, eyes fixed on the pigs. I imagine she's thinkin the same thoughts as me.
"I... I want to see it happen again," I admit embarrassed.
She turns turns to look at me, shocked I imagine.
"Really?" she smiles looking genuinely pleased, "is there anyone you'd like to change in particular?"
My first choice would probably have been Serath, I've always had a thing for him but now Morgana might let me play with him anytime I want. My second choice however...
"Prince Percival... and his wife, Princess Harriot"
Harriot 'the Harlot' as she was known amongst us Princesses had whisked Percival out from under me a few years ago, before I met the once dashing now disgusting Prince Serath.
"Ahh do I detect some history in there? I find those are always the most fun!" Morgana said with glee, "Now lets get you out of that silly cage. I'll let you feed the pigs if you want?"
We both smile so wide it hurts a little.
:D