Contract Marriage To The Alpha King
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Retreat quaking—artifacts severed, undercrypt collapsing, scrys rippling proof: “Core starved—Hunger weakens!”
Victory deeper—ripple fading murmur, but personal now.
Chambers post, rut claimed fierce—Alexander stripping me savage, lips crashing as he bent me over desk, thrusting deep from behind, hands gripping hips bruising. “Magnificent—your flames devouring guardians, now take my cock,” he growled, pace savage, each thrust slapping wet, hitting depths blinding. Free hand spanked my ass red, then rubbed clit relentless. “This ass jiggles perfect—beg, whore, for my cum filling you.”
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