Thread: The New Eden Project {darkest_fate&Google}

The prince as not the sort to miss a single detail when something caught his attention and at that moment Emma Watson essentially had his full and undivided attention. His every sense was tuned in to learn what he could, to make sure nothing went beneath his notice. The dress she wore for example, very conservative by the tastes of the Rangnar and even among much of this planets culture but for an event of this sort it might have been approaching daring, the way it hung across her body, the flesh it revealed and of course what it did conceal only served to make the prince desire what was beneath all the more. Of course his mind was also awash with the possibilities, aware that in her culture as well as many others white could have connotations of purity, especially as part of a dress. That was something that intrigued Jandrax quite a bit. He had studied as much as he could about her and while she had been rumored to be romantically attached to different people on a few occasions there never seemed to be anything solid, no evidence of a little tryst or affair. Was it possible that she was pure, that she had unknowingly saved herself for him? The thought made the prince begin to swell within the pants of the suit he wore, an bulge swiftly becoming visible to anyone who looked below his waist. He was a possessive man... and to have something that no one else had ever laid claim to appealed to him. When she answered what he considered to be the most important question she just got a knowing smile, a look that was almost calling her out. The prince was well aware of just how potent what she was experiencing was and the smile along with the look were making it as clear as possible. You don't have to call me Sir Emma... He spoke, laughing lightly, reaching out to lay a hand on her shoulder, shifting forward to close the distance between them slightly. Simultaneously looking to put her at ease with him and make her aware of just how powerful these sensations would get. Jandrax didn't intend to let her go that evening without sampling some of the pleasures of her body, if he had to stand and drink with her all night until she gave in he would do just that. I may be royalty among my people but right now lets dispense with the formality, being straight with each other I believe some humans call it. His voice, when he spoke English, was cultured, slightly accented though most would have trouble placing it they might venture that it was from the north east of the united states, something that he found most people responded too very well, putting world leaders or people watching from television at ease. They weren't supposed to be frightened after all, no one wanted the people of earth to realize they were being conquered until it was far too late. I am happy to hear that you have been receiving the aid you need Emma, from what I hear the pills can take the edge off though I understand they aren't entirely effective for everyone all the time. A pause, still the same knowing smile as his eyes locked on hers. The secret ingredient is a synthesized version of Ragnarian testosterone... though it doesn't work nearly as well as a fresh sample. Apparently the natural compound can do more then just take the edge off for a few hours, I have heard that it can keep the side effects under control for quite some time. Was his voice taking on a suggestive tone? Would she notice? Would she suspect the truth? That the prince wasn't being honest when he told her that supposed secret ingredient. Of course I suspect you aren't eager for the scandal that might result if you were to seek out the more effective compound. You are already doing a great deal to help smooth out relations for our people but there is such a thing of going well above and beyond... and the press is always watching. A pause, dragging out, fingers on her shoulder shifting slightly in a small massage. However the press is being kept outside of this gala tonight and if you crave some relief from the sensations you feel then I can guarantee your discretion. Oh yes, more then suggestive now, still understanding but doing more then just hinting.