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Sucking in a razor-sharp breath, I feel his sharp fingernail tearing my inner walls, the sensation of being filled becomes overwhelming, and a traitorous moan slips past my mouth. Konstatin grunts with pleasure, and he starts to fuck me harder as he chases his release. “Stop! Please!” I beg him. “Please... Stop!” My words come out in a strangled tone as he takes me wildly. I feel his cock jerk inside me once, twice and the third time he shudders upon his release, true to his word, filling my uterus with his abominable sperm. Slamming my palms flat against the table, repeatably until they turn red and numb, I scream hysterically, letting out all the agony I can no longer keep concealed.

We could all smell her sexual arousal. The Queen's eyes were fixed on us, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and sexual desires. Her whispers turned to soft moans, her body swaying unconsciously to the rhythm. The scent of her desire wafted through the air. I could feel the heat emanating from her, trying to draw me in, she was a siren like me, but I was stronger. My men closed in around me, their movements becoming more fluid, more seductive. The Queen's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with a primal longing. I knew in that moment, that she was ours, completely entranced by the raw power of our Mayan Vampiric dance.

“I’m sorry to say, but this queen is a little bit of a romantic. I just haven’t met the right King of my life to retire from my throne.” Hearing that Queenie wanted to retire, many hardcore ‘beasts’ protested, further proving the point of the romantics. In retaliation, the ‘beasts’ donated enough to fill almost eighty percent of Queenie’s fourth jar for the night. Nobody complained about the results, and Queenie took the chance to remind them about what was at stake if they did overflow the fourth jar by crossing her legs ridiculously high so that they could catch a glimpse of that black stocking. “Oh dear, the next section is a little more shocking. I hope you’re ready for this. Answer for

Kiana watches her, a small smile resting on her lips. There is something comforting about this. The movement. The voices. The certainty that everything is coming together. “Do you like it?” the Queen asks suddenly, turning back to her. Kiana blinks, then looks down at herself. At the fabric. At the details. At the care woven into every thread. “Yes,” she says softly. Then, with more certainty, “I love it.” The Queen’s expression softens. “Good,” she says. “It should be worthy of you.”

Then, like a viper, one voice slithered forward. “I question it,” said a woman near the front. Dressed in crimson and draped in pearls, she looked every bit the noble—proud and poised. Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “Lady Varese.” “My king,” she said with a mocking bow. “I mean no offense. But the crown has never been passed to an omega without lineage. Without… breeding. Surely you do not intend to make her queen when there are others more suitable?” Murmurs rose around the room.

The light in the room dimmed as if the torches themselves held their breath. She began to see. Her eyes opened wide. A haze of silver light unfurled behind them. She did not blink as she spoke the vision aloud. “Long ago,” she said, “there was a queen of the Emerald Pack. Her name was Elaria. She was fearless and tender. Her hair shone like moonlight when the river ran clear. Her mate was brave, loyal, and fierce. They loved each other with a flame that could have burned mountains.” The Seer’s voice softened. “But war came and darkness rose. The people of Elaria’s pack were threatened by a power that would have slaughtered them all. A shadowed force walked the valley, and wolves fell to madn

His mate was in pain and he had no idea what so ever on what was wrong with her. Well, that was until the fresh scent of freshly picked roses and honey nectar mixed with another prominent scent wafted through the air of the enclosed space. This scent made all the men do a double take and stand up straight, this was the forbidden scent, the scent of a woman in heat, the scent of the luna queen in heat.

Hamish was extremely excited as he took the phone and saw the post titled "Sexy Queen with her handsome guys." There were pictures. Xena was walking at the front in a tight red dress, her hair flying, looking like a warrior queen. Behind her, the handsome guys were lined up, all full of spirit and extremely handsome. It's no wonder they were photographed and posted online. With this kind of lineup, it would be strange if they weren't. There were many comments from netizens. "Who is this person? Is it Mary?" "Yes, she participated in 'Breakthrough.'" "What's that? Is it a movie or TV drama? Can someone explain?"

My body was burning, and my eyes were filled with rage. "Now just leave me alone." I struggled to say it. "Hah, I always get what I want, and I want you right now. You should consider yourself fortunate that I chose you "I was just restraining myself from slapping him when he started laughing. Lucky my foot, huh. Coming even closer to my face, he said, "you are just mine, and you are going to be my queen very soon, just imbibe these words in your head, and I will do anything to make this happen."