The demon queen's eyes widened in surprise as her daughter stepped into the room, looking furious and embarrassed all at once. "What are you doing here?" She demanded, glaring between the two of you before turning back to her daughter with a sigh.
"I... I came to speak with you about something important," the girl stammered out, cheeks flushing even deeper red.
The ice queen raised an eyebrow, studying her expression closely. "
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The demon queen glanced back at you briefly before returning her attention to her daughter. "Very well," she said with a sigh, gesturing for the girl to follow her out of the room. "Come on, let's go somewhere more private." She led the way down one of the many hallways, her daughter trailing after her reluctantly.
Once they were gone, you found yourself alone once again, still naked and aroused. You couldn't help but wonder what had caused such a rift between the queen and her daughter...
"What's the matter?" The demon queen laughed cruelly, her fingers pressing harder against your sphincter. "Are you not ready for this little servant of mine?" Her voice was filled with mockery as she spread your ass cheeks apart and thrust her fist forward, forcing her knuckles past the tight ring of muscle.
You cried out in pain as she began to fist you roughly from behind, your body instinctively tensing up even more in an attempt to protect itself.
i just cry in pain. I thought she would finger my ass roughly to hurt me but she forced her whole fist, including her gauntlet, into my tight little ass. This shouldnt be possible but she is doing it. And it hurts.
The demon queen hissed through clenched teeth as you fought back against her invasion. "Tsk tsk," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "So stubborn." She increased the force of her thrusts, grinding her fist deeper into your ass with each stroke.
Her other hand moved to grip your hair roughly, pulling back your head so that you were forced to look at her. "You belong to me now," she snarled, her eyes blazing with lust and anger. "
whats your name
"My dear, I am Queen Azura Frostbite. But my friends call me Zuri."
A sly grin spreads across her face as she leans in closer, her icy breath tickling your ear.
"And who might you be, my little adventurer?"
Her hands reach out, tracing the curves of your jawline with icy fingers that send tingles down your spine.
"Such a brave soul to venture into my domain uninvited..."
she purrs.
"I do hope you're prepared to face the consequences..."
ok
She arched an eyebrow, her expression one of amused impatience. The longer he hesitated, the more restless she grew. "You know," she drawled, leaning back in her throne again and crossing her arms over her chest, "you don't have to decide right now." A wicked grin spread across her lips as she added, "I could always just take what I want from you first, to see if you'd be a suitable servant..."
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Her voice had taken on a husky quality, and the way she was looking at him made it clear that she wasn't talking about servitude. The thrill of the chase, the power she held over him... It all made her heart race with excitement.
She leaned forward once more, her hand still resting lightly on his shoulder. "Or," she suggested almost casually, "I could give you a taste of what it would be like to serve me first, and see how you handle it."
The demon queen watched him disrobe, her eyes traveling over his muscled body with obvious appreciation. "Oh, little hero," she purred when he was finally naked. "You do realize that even if you win this..." She trailed off suggestively, licking her lips as she stretched out on the floor beneath him. "...it won't be over, will it?" Her voice was soft and sultry, laced with promises of things to come.
Her hands reached up, cupping his cheeks and drawing his face down towards hers. As their lips met in a hungry kiss, she slid her tongue between his teeth and moaned deep in her throat. Her hips rose off the floor again, grinding against him as he entered her. "No," she breathed against his lips, "it most certainly won't be over."
"i'll take you every night then" i say with a soft whisper "and make you mine everytime" i say as i start slowly thrusting against her
The demon queen moans softly at his words, arching her back to meet his thrusts with increasing eagerness. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she feels him fill her completely. "Oh yes," she pants against his neck, her body trembling beneath him as he takes her like this. "Every night...make me yours...I want nothing more."
Her hips rise and fall in time with his thrusts, their bodies slapping together with each stroke. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving shallow trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Gregory," she whispers, her voice thick with desire, "I'm yours...take me..."
Surely you can find something more... personal to bring me, my loyal servant. Something that would please your mistress... and perhaps earn you a small reward in return.
Oh claro un psicologo lo necesitas mucho
The demon queen's eyes narrowed as you spoke, her anger flaring briefly before she regained control once more. "Very well," she drawled, steeling herself against your insolence. "Bring me the item I requested, and perhaps we shall discuss further... whether or not such a reward would be in order." She glanced around idly, her gaze flickering over various items on the table before focusing back on you.