STEP ONE: Subliminal Messaging While Sleeping.
Nothing out of the ordinary. This worked like a charm on her ex Garrett, up until the end. And that wasn't her fault.
The bed dipped.
Guinevere entered naked.
"Dexmon," she whispered in his ear, "You want Guinevere to ride you."
STEP TWO: Arousal Name Imprinting.
Her fingers wrapped around his thickening length.
Dexmon stirred, and his hips twitched forward into her grip, hardening fully in her hand.
It was working.
He moaned. "Serena..."
"You mean Guinevere. You want to cum for her."
"Serena... fuck... just like that, baby..."
He smiled in his sleep.
Her eye twitched. Fine. She could work with this. Redirect. Recalibrate. She was a professional.
"Guinevere. The womb of destiny." She looked down at his dick. "Hello future prince-maker. Grow strong for mommy."
STEP THREE: Trauma Bonding Memory Implant.
"Remember when we survived the assassination attempt together? You protected me with your body."
