The crimson princess

Pov Dia,

After my date with Carrera, it was Testarossa's turn.

I was waiting for her at the bottom of my castle's staircase, imagining what she might wear on this special day.

When I saw her, my heart skipped a beat—she was wearing a beautiful and elegant white dress.

But unlike typical dresses that might be simply sexy, this one had an unmatched grace; it felt as if I were standing before a queen.

I tried not to remind her that she was technically my bishop, not my queen, as it might ruin the date before it even began.

Testarossa: "Shall we go?"

Her smile was captivating, radiating a mature elegance I had rarely seen.

Dia: "Of course, I've been a bit impatient for this date."

Testarossa: "The others would be jealous if they knew."

It's true—I wouldn't mention this to the others because I don't know what kind of date they might plan for me. With Testarossa, though, there's a good chance it will be something like a musical performance.

And my deduction was correct because she took me to a beautiful hall in Pandemonium to attend a performance by the famous half-human, Mozart. (Author's note: I know Mozart isn't from this time period, but this is a fanfiction, and I do what I want.)

I know he's very popular and well-loved, so I was eager to see his performance.

When we arrived, we were welcomed as befits people of our rank, and we attracted a lot of attention since I am still the supreme leader of the Crimson Faction.

We were shown to a private VIP box and given a magical device to summon assistance if we needed anything.

The first piece was a requiem that instantly set the tone for the performance. The notes didn't just echo—they resonated with incredible depth, as if telling a story through the music.

There were different pieces of music that played, and unlike others who only enjoy music they already know, Testarossa appreciated this type of music.

But you have to be very careful—despite her noble appearance, Testarossa has a sadistic and cruel side, indifferent to the lives of those who don't interest her. If I hadn't come into her life, her mindset might have been even darker.

The performance reached its final part, and the music made me think of something romantic.

Testarossa's head leaned onto my shoulder, lulled by the melody, as my arm slipped around her waist.

I decided to be more productive because of the music and the atmosphere around us, my hand slipped on her pussy making movements to the rhythm of the music.

Testarosa:" Hmmm."

She closed her eyes of pleasure and decided to use the spell futa and put her hand on my cock.

She seemed a little shocked but then turned to me and gave me a mischievous smile.

Testarosa:" I didn't know you were so perverted."

Dia:" These are the people you really think you know that you know the least."

Not being an expert at handjob, she had a lot of trouble to please my cock.

On my side, I have a lot of experience so I caress her pussy almost getting her panties into her pussy.

Testarosa:" I'm sorry if my movements seem awkward."

Dia:" Don't worry that not knowing goes super well with your character."

With my fingers, I spread her panties from her pussy to make room for my hands.

While I was getting better at moving, Testarosa tried not to moan because I continued what I had been doing but with skin contact and also as I occasionally teased her clitoris, it became harder to stifle her groans.

Testarosa:" Dia-sama, I come."

Dia:" Me too."

She came so hard that there was everywhere on the seat and the rest of her nectar almost come out of the box and fall on the head of other viewer.

I feel like I'm going to have a good time with her.