A little snippet to go with the picture:

For your evening meal, your supreme malfeasance, we have prepared a rare treat. The fourth and youngest princess of Tarst, who we obtained as a peace offering after one of our larger skirmishes devastated the region. She is still pure and reached adulthood just a fortnight past. We have prepared her according to your preferences - your maidservants bathed her in honey and milk and massaged enchanted roseoil into every inch, verily, every nook and cranny of her body. She has been constantly stimulated for the past seven hours yet consistently denied completion and so much as a breath blown against the nape of her slender neck would be enough to make her climax. I wouldn't be surprised if she begs you to take her innocence the moment she lays eyes on you. Try to keep her alive, though - human princesses are delicate, sensitive, and best enjoyed in multiple sittings.