Write the second erotic chapter of a detailed story with a lot of dialogues, based on this: (Trace think about the marriage, and to convince Mukuro to agree he sends reinforcements through his templar mages in her territories, expecting nothing in return. Once he encounters Mukuro again he tries to convince her directly to accept the marriage, his tactical mind logically guiding him to the best words to convince such an old being, even though Mukuro is not at all fazed, and can see that Trace has something devious in mind, also remembering what she heard about his personal problems. But since he insist so much, he will give him a chance, through one of many demonic traditions to prove worthiness, expecting him to fail: sex.)The story so far is this: [Chapter 1: The Meeting of Two Realms
The sun set over the castle, casting long shadows across the courtyard. Trace Legacy, the Grand Templar and Duke of Edinmire, stood at the window, watching as the final preparations were made for the arrival of Mukuro, the demon king from the Demon World. Even though he had mixed feelings about the political meeting, he knew that it was necessary to discuss the situation in their realms and find potential common grounds.
As the last of the hors d’oeuvres were laid out in the grand dining room, a knock resounded at the gate. Trace turned to his advisers, who fidgeted with their clothes and papers. “This is it,” he muttered, and strode to the entrance.
The gate creaked open, revealing the imposing figure of Mukuro, clad in a purple vest and red sash. Her damaged right eye stared out from behind a cybernetic lens, while her orange hair cascaded down her left shoulder. Despite the uneasy tension in the air, her face was a mask of diplomacy.
“Welcome, Mukuro, to our humble abode,” said Trace, extending a hand. The demon king hesitated for a moment, then shook it, her grip firm but not overly aggressive. “I trust your journey was without incident?”
“It was,” she replied. “Lead the way, Trace Legacy.”
Trace escorted Mukuro inside, where they sat down at a long table across from one another. A selection of exotic fruit and an array of drinks were sprawled before them. The advisers took up their positions behind their leaders, shuffling nervously and exchanging wary glances.
Trace began the meeting. “We have come together today to discuss the situations of our realms, as well as the situation in the other’s realm, and to possibly strike an agreement that can benefit us both.”
Mukuro, seemingly undisturbed by the human’s directness, replied, “I am also curious to learn more about your personal matters, human.” She paused, a sly grin creeping across her face. “I have heard that there have been troubles within your Templar Order.”
Trace bristled at the mention of his order. “And I have heard of the turmoil in your kingdom,” he retorted, matching her provocation with his own. “How long will you maintain the façade of strength while chaos reigns around you?”
“How long will you continue to oppress your people, keidrans included, Templar?” Mukuro countered, eye narrowing. “I am well-acquainted with the perversions of man’s heart, and the suffering they cause.”
Trace clenched his fist, feeling the urge to contest her accusation, but restrained himself. He remembered the reason for their meeting and said, “Let us not stray from the matter at hand. What is the state of your kingdom?”
Mukuro hesitated but decided to concede. “The unrest that plagues my kingdom is only temporary. Spirits and demons hunger for power, but guided by a strong ruler, they can be curbed and controlled. Do not concern yourself with the chaos in my realm; it is being dealt with.”
Trace nodded, making a mental note of her defensive reaction. “Very well. Let us discuss a potential alliance between our realms that may help to maintain peace in both territories.”
Their advisers exchanged glances, some concerned, others hopeful. One of them spoke up, his voice trembling slightly. “An alliance through marriage has been considered, joining our realms in a way that few could challenge if we were to stand united.”
Trace and Mukuro stared at the adviser, considering the prons and cons of the proposal.
Then they looked back at each other with renewed determination. “We will consider this option,” Trace conceded.
Mukuro nodded in agreement. “Your advisors have found quite the personal arrangement. Let us discuss shared trade routes and possibly non-aggression pacts, and leave the politics of marriage aside for the moment.”
They spoke late into the night, delving into politics and personal matters alike.
As the meeting drew to a close, they shook hands and agreed to further study the proposals they had discussed.]