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The abaya pooled at her feet, exposing her toned midriff and the matching thong that barely covered her smooth, shaved mound. King Aryan begged himself to feel some shame for what he was doing, but fuck she could have been her mother's twin twenty years ago. He told himself that he was only looking and nothing would come of it as he watched her undress. Once she was naked before him, he knew he had erred gravely. Aryan had a ravenous sexual appetite and for the first time, his dick ached for his daughter. "Like what you see, daddy? I mean, Your Majesty?" she purred, her voice breathy, watching as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing 11-inch cock, stroking it slowly.

She turned and headed home, ignoring the young man, who looked at her again. The young man was Sir Damien, he took a picture of Arya and sent it to Anna to confirm if she was the one he came for. He had never meet Anna since their middle school, where he was basically someone who caused fear in her. During his early teen years, he had been diagnosed with the yandere syndrome and had to stay away from her. He received a text from Anna. “She’s the one. Go get her bro!” He smiled, getting back into his car.

Samson Wood said, “Boss, I will arrange someone now to find the woman named Vany. Once we locate Vany, Ryan will stop helping Conley. You can even recruit Ryan and kill two birds with one stone.” Thomas pondered for a moment. “It’s okay to arrange someone to find Vany, but don’t use her as leverage. If you do that, what is the difference between me and Conley?” Samson asked, “So boss, you plan to…” Thomas pursed his lips slightly and said, “Do you know of the fictional character, Daenerys Targaryen in her quest to recruit Tyrion Lannister in ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’?” Samson blushed awkwardly.

Goddess, it's fucking hot using her arousal to prep him. “Goddess damn, Arya! You’re so fucking tight!” Dev grunts as he starts to fuck her again—hard, fast, relentless. Her orgasm starts all over again, just from him entering her. “You feel so damn good. I don’t think I’ll be able to stay away from you when we’re back on Earth. Fuck the Riding Hoods. I’m coming to hunt you down.” “Fuck, Daddy! Yes! Come hunt me!” she screams.

“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.

She drank deep. Descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth, the Pureborn commanded the Civic Guard and the fleet of ornate galleys that ruled the straits between the seas. Daenerys Targaryen had wanted that fleet, or part of it, and some of their soldiers as well. She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thrones.

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.