Oh, never has she thought of utilizing her title in such a light. Isetriel shivers at his plea, neck craning as his lips pepper it in kisses. Her lips part, body still arched beneath him, hips rolling onto his touch. Already she is certain of how wet she is, hot and eager between her legs. It has certainly sparked an idea she will be sure to share with him later, of the image she visualizes with him devouring her while she sits upon her throne.

"Mmm, I might be inclined to provide such a favor... If you present your case just ri--Ah."

Isetriel wriggles underneath him in anticipation, far too impatient to wait yet again. Now that she's had it once, she needs more.