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Thirst (III)

Author: EfuaDreams
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-04 18:00:01

Lucien had kept me locked in his penthouse for three days.

Three days of silk sheets soaked in sweat, blood, and seed.

Three days of being used, worshipped, and bitten until my throat was littered with bruised kiss-marks and half-healed punctures.

Three days of his voice whispering wicked things against my skin while he split me open on his cock again and again.

And I was still begging for more.

I was stretched across his massive bed, arms pinned above my head with one of his silk ties, legs spread wide by his knees. Lucien’s eyes were wild silver, strands of dark hair clinging to his damp forehead as he loomed over me, cock glistening with my slick.

“You’ve taken me six times today,” he said, voice husky with hunger. “You’re trembling, Thalia. Crying. And yet your cunt’s still begging to be bred.”

I whimpered, arching. “Please, Lucien—don’t stop—don’t ever stop—”

“Don’t worry, little pet,” he growled. “I won’t stop until you can’t remember what it’s like not to have my cock inside yo
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