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“Show me how you pleased that old prick.” Arya came closer and knelt between his legs, he was a little aroused, she could sense that much. So she released some more pheromones to make him even more excited and gave him the look full of desire. She wasn’t bold enough to lick her lips but she bit her lower lip as she unbuttoned his pants. His cook was stiff and rather big, she knew it would be a struggle to fit this monster into her throat. She started licking it and playing with the tip as she kept her eye contact with him, his eyes were like a steal she could sense his excitement, his cook got even bigger in her mouth.

Chapter 40: Deepening Corruption The air in Draven’s volcanic chamber hung thick and heavy, laced with the sharp bite of sulfur and the unmistakable musk of raw, relentless sex. Sera lay sprawled across the massive obsidian slab that served as his bed, her soft, sweat-slicked body still trembling from the last brutal round. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with ragged breaths, nipples dark and swollen from hours of rough handling. Her thick thighs were sticky with dragon cum that kept leaking from her abused pussy no matter how tightly she tried to clench.

Arya wanted to be a strong girl and decided not to moan out but she couldn't stop screaming in her head. David sucked her nipple before sliding his hands into her pants. The pants were a hindrance so he pulled them out and widened her leg. He traces her slit and pushes his tongue into her opening and swirls it around. He began to suck on her clit. " Ooh Fucking shit! " Arya finally screamed it was already too late for her the swallow the moan. She pushed herself even closer using her arm to support her weight. David continues sucking and he probes his finger at her entrance. Arya looked down and saw her tits covered with his saliva, from where he had been sucking and biting.

The filthy reminder only fueled her. “Pathetic,” she moaned softly, pumping her fingers deeper, curling them to hit that perfect spot. Her hips bucked off the bed, chasing the building pressure. In her mind, it wasn’t Kael she imagined. It was him, King Darius. The Lycan King from the visions the goddess had granted her. She pictured his massive, scarred frame towering over her. Those intense silver eyes devouring her body. His enormous cock, thicker and longer than Kael’s, veined and ridged for maximum pleasure, pressing against her entrance. In the fantasies, he didn’t ask. He claimed.

The nipple clamps tugged deliciously as I writhed. I was losing my mind. “Please… Your Majesty… I need your cock,” I begged shamelessly now, all pride gone. “Fuck me. Please fuck your slave. I’ll do anything.” Darius pulled the vibrator out, leaving my pussy clenching and drooling. He removed the anal plug next and positioned himself behind me, pulling my hips up so I was on all fours. “You want it in your ass, don’t you?” he asked, rubbing his thick cockhead against my slick, prepared hole.

Some call me Alpha as respect, my warriors calls me your majesty when on duty and Campbell does it just to piss me off He gave me a folder with a picture of the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. "Her name is Arya Daston, born on May 2 , so she would turn eighteen in two days. She's the daughter of Alpha Daston . There's no much information about her . She doesn't use any socials or even has a phone number." Looking at her picture I couldn't take my mind of her , she's just seventeen, how can a young girl agree to become a breeder. "Doesn't it seem off to you?' I asked Campbell. He's my Beta for a reason , I wanted to hear what he has to say. I know they were many candidates s

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

I walked away while he was confused. “Nirvana, what girlfriend are you talking about?” This time, he managed to hold my arm before I could bolt out. “How would I know? Maybe your number eight, or is it twelve?” I shot him a death glare. “I don’t date. I don’t have a girlfriend. What does she look like?” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know. Daenerys Targaryen?” “Huh.” A slight curve appeared on his lips, his eyes dancing with humor. “Tall, gray eyes, silver blonde hair, looks like a princess?”