Ariel (preview)

The village square of Villeneuve buzzed with the usual afternoon chaos—merchants shouting, children chasing chickens, and the ever-present crowd of adoring women fluttering around the town’s self-proclaimed greatest prize. Gaston stood at the center of it all, chest puffed out, biceps flexing as he regaled the crowd with another exaggerated hunting tale. Then she walked into the square.

Ariel.

The red-haired beauty had arrived that morning on a royal diplomatic ship from King Eric’s kingdom, curious about the legendary “greatest hunter in all of France” she’d heard whispered about in every port. She’d slipped away from her guards for a little adventure, dressed in a simple green peasant dress that still somehow looked regal on her. Her long scarlet hair flowed loose, blue eyes sparkling with wonder at the human world she now called home.

Gaston’s eyes locked on her instantly. That fiery hair. Those full lips. The way her dress hugged her perky tits and flared hips. He felt his cock twitch beneath his tight trousers.

“Well, well,” he boomed, striding toward her like a conquering hero. “What do we have here? A lost little princess washed up in my village?”

Ariel tilted her head, smiling. “Queen! I'm sure you mean queen. I’m Queen Ariel.

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