Touch me tender, Break me wild: A Steamy Compilation
"I accept."
The words barely left her mouth before magic exploded. Light burst from his palm, wrapping them in glowing threads like ropes. Lydia screamed as his power rushed in—fierce, animal wildness crashing into her calm. She felt his anger from the hunters and witches, his endless nights alone, and under it, a deep, burning lust. Her body bowed back, pussy clenching empty, juices dripping down her thighs. Ragnar groaned loud, his cock swelling hard, standing up straight. His nine inches of thick meat, curved up, its tip leaking clear fluid.