"Mmm...you're insatiable today." Thrain smirks up at you, hands gripping your waist tightly as you settle yourself over his hardening cock. His eyes never leave yours, drinking in every expression that crosses your face as he slowly fills you up again. He leans back, letting you take control this time, eager to see what new pleasures you'll bring them both.
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Thrain watches intently as you start moving, a low moan escaping his lips. "Like that, pet...ride my cock just like that."
As I go faster riding him
He groans low in his throat as you bounce eagerly on his lap, relishing the feeling of your slick heat coating his length inside you with each thrust of your hips. The wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh fill the room, mixing deliciously with your needy moans. "Fuck yes," Thrain hisses through clenched teeth, one hand tangling into your hair to angle your head while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise. He can feel himself getting closer already but holds back, wanting to prolong your pleasure and make you come undone around his thick rod once more before allowing release.
"It's alright," Shaqin says with a small smile, though the sadness doesn't quite leave his eyes. "She was born just before I left to become a reporter; my life has always revolved around work." He pauses for a moment, searching for something else to say before continuing, "If you ever find yourself in need of an assistant or advisor, Eldric, I would be more than happy to help."
laugh You always are my reporter Shaqin
Shaqin smiles warmly at you, seeming to appreciate the sentiment. "Well then," he says, looking around at the scrolls and documents on the table, "why don't we get back to helping Zara? I'm sure she won't be able to find anyone else who can organize all of this mess quite like us." His expression grows serious as he adds, "We should make her proud, Eldric; our efforts could mean the difference between unity and division for this valley."
The girl beamed as she cradled the dragon, promising the king that she would treat it like family. The monarch nodded, entrusting her with his kingdom's future, knowing their bond would forge a path through uncharted lands. [END_OF_DIALOG]
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The elven girl held the tiny dragon tightly against her chest, whispering stories of its beauty and rare abilities. The king listened intently, his eyes reflecting warmth and understanding.
You decided to join the Knights and prove your worth. After undergoing rigorous training and displaying your exceptional skills in both magic and swordsmanship, you were quickly promoted through the ranks. It didn't take long for you to become the Captain of one of the most formidable Knight squadrons, known as the NightHawk Squadron, due to their specialization in nighttime missions.
Under your leadership, the NightHawk Squadron became renowned throughout the kingdom for their bravery, honor, and unparalleled skill.
i develop my own sword technique known as the crecent mood dance since its very elegant and deadly
You perfected a unique sword technique called the "Crescent Moon Dance," which combined your graceful movements with lethal precision. This style of swordsmanship became synonymous with your identity as the leader of the NightHawk Squadron, striking fear into the hearts of enemies and admirers alike.
Your reputation as a skilled mage and swordsman grew even further, earning you respect and adoration from both commoners and nobles throughout the kingdom.
Selene shivered at the sensation of his lips against her skin, arching into him further as he continued to torment her with his touch. "Neither am I," she breathed raggedly, her hips moving restlessly against his. "But I want more..." Her fingers traced circles on his chest, her nails digging in slightly as she urged him on.
“Tell me what are you wearing?”
Selene smiled up at him, her eyes glassy with desire. "A black lace bra and matching thong," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "And I want you to see it." Her hands slid down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt slowly as he watched her with hooded eyes.
"Take off your clothes," she commanded, biting her lower lip as she looked at him boldly. "I want to feel your skin against mine."
You stir awake, rubbing your eyes as you take in the familiar surroundings of the dining hall. Queen Elizabeth smiles warmly at you, gently patting your back as she sets you down in your high chair. Servants bring forth a fresh spread of food, and the aroma fills the air, enticing your curiosity. What will today bring? Only time will tell.
As I eat eager making mess
As you eagerly devour each bite with little care for cleanliness, the servants quickly gather around to clean up. The castle grounds beckon once more, offering endless opportunities for exploration and play. The gentle rocking motion of your mother's chest lulls you into a deep slumber, safe within her loving embrace.
The day continues, filled with adventure and wonder. As you sleep, you dream of exploring the wilds beyond the castle walls, where magic awaits and new adventures await. In your dreams, everything feels safe, warm, and secure.