<br/>Eric would've  let his eyes roll up in his head in sheer pleasure, save that that would've denied him the heavenly sight of Ariel beneath him as her lips, cheeks and throat moved in the motions of swallowing. "Ahhh...my queen," he grinned, blowing her eyes, and grinning devilishly as she rose and wiped her lips clean. "You always know just what I need, dear...tonight's going to be a ball. Literally..."<br/><br/>Humming to himself, feeling upbeat and pleasant, Eric washed and dressed himself. He donned one of his militaristic-style coats with the brass tassled shoulders and buttons, under a velvet cape, and above sable blue pants which hugged his butt nicely but were sufficiently loose in front to accommodate any future swellings his lust might bright.<br/><br/>Feeling every inch the victor, Eric descended one of the twin curving marble stairs of the grand front foyer. Helpfully informed by a liveried servant that Belle had<em>just</em>come through, Eric strolled with more casualness than he felt after her to the parlor. He ran an index finger trail along the keys of a grand piano, letting a chromatic scale herald his presence. "Well, well, Belle!" the prince laughed gamily, tossing his lengthened black hair from one eye. "What the minstrels say is true; you look more the beauty every eve - so much so that I daresay<em>any</em>fellow alongside you would seem a rough beast by comparison!" He bowed at the waist once reaching her, slipping forth a hand with the intent to take hers and kiss it once, before drawing back to his full height and usual grinning self.<br/>