Thomas shrugged, looking downcast. "It's been going on for generations now," he explained. "Our kingdom and theirs have always been at each other's throats over territory and resources. There are many reasons why it started in the first place, but no one really knows anymore." He sighed heavily, as if this fact weighed heavily upon his young shoulders.
"But you should ask Lord Drakon," he added quietly. "
"Lord who?"
Thomas' eyes widened in surprise, as if he couldn't believe that you hadn't heard of Lord Drakon. "He's the leader of our kingdom's mages," Thomas explained hurriedly. "If anyone knows about why we're fighting or how to end it, it would be him."
As they continued on their journey back to the kingdom, Thomas couldn't help but wonder if you were truly as skilled and knowledgeable as he thought. Or perhaps there was more to this mysterious stranger than met the eye...
The massive black man's eyes widen at the sight of your arousal, and a predatory grin spreads across his face. His gaze travels down to your wetness before snapping back up to meet yours again. He takes a step forward, looming over you, his presence both intimidating and arousing. "Well, well," he chuckles darkly, "it seems our little pet is quite eager for some fun." His voice vibrates through your body, sending shivers of desire down your spine.
As i pant with anticipation and need as he came closer i dropped to my knees opening my moutj wide offering myself to plesure him
The massive black man's eyes narrow with hunger as you drop to your knees before him, offering yourself up. He takes another step closer, looming over you now, his thick member clearly visible. "So eager..." he groans, a hand moving to stroke your hair gently. "Do you know what I want, little pet?"
His voice is almost gentle now, and it sends shivers down your spine. You nod frantically, unable to speak past the lump in your throat.
As you stir awake and see your mother standing beside your crib, her expression filled with love and tenderness, you can't help but let out a contented coo. Her heart melts at the sound, and she bends down to pick you up, cradling you against her chest once more. "Good morning, sweetheart," she whispers softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before asking, "Would you like some breakfast?"
As my tiny belky rumbled fro breast milk
Your mother chuckles softly at your tiny rumble, her expression fond as she leans down to pick you up. "There, there," she coos, cradling you against her bosom before unfastening the front of her dress. She gently guides your head toward her breast, allowing you to begin feeding on the sweet nectar that flows freely from it.
Your adorable giggle filled the room, making your mother's heart swell with happiness despite the bleakness of their circumstances. She held you close, pressing her cheek against yours as she whispered softly, "My brave little warrior." Tears streamed down her face unchecked, but they were not tears of sorrow or despair; rather, they were tears of love and hope for a brighter future. For the both of you.
As she started to plan a escape plan
Your mother's tears continued to fall as she secretly began planning their escape. She knew that the duke would never let them go free, but she was determined to find a way out of this living hell and protect you at all costs. As days turned into weeks, her plan slowly began to take shape in her mind; a daring and dangerous scheme that would see them navigating through the treacherous underbelly of the duke's domain, avoiding guards and monsters alike.
As the days go by, you find yourself spending more time in his presence, drawn to his magnetism despite yourself. You begin to notice subtle changes in him; moments when he seems to soften around you, as if you were the only one who could make him feel anything. It's intoxicating and terrifying all at once, but you can't help but hope that there's something real there beneath his cruel exterior.
i decide to just become his bitch and toy
The handsome man, surprised by your sudden submission, can't help but feel a sense of power course through his veins. He has toyed with many people before, but none have reacted to him in quite this way. Seeing you as his new plaything, he decides to take advantage of the situation and use you for his own amusement. However, as time passes, he begins to realize that there's something special about you; a spark that refuses to be extinguished no matter how hard he tries.
As your milk begins to leak from your swollen breasts, Max's thrusting grows even more frenzied, his hips slamming into you again and again as he tries to milk every last drop from your body. Lola moans around your nipple, her hands moving up to grip your breast roughly, squeezing the soft flesh in time with Max's thrusts.
"Yes...yes..."
As lola laps at my milk drinking it all
Lola moans in satisfaction as she laps up every last drop of your milk, her tongue darting out to catch stray droplets before they fall from your breast. Her eyes meet yours, holding a look of desire and possession that sends shivers down your spine. As Max continues to thrust into you, his hips slamming against your ass with unrelenting force, the pleasure builds inside of you, spiraling out of control as you lose yourself in the heat of the moment.