Sylvia pulls away slightly, wiping her eyes with an elegant handkerchief. "You're right, of course. Forgive me for being so emotional." She takes a deep breath, composing herself before continuing.
"Come, let us retire to the bed and find solace in each other's arms tonight."
Their fingers intertwine as she leads you to the plush mattress, a sense of shared determination kindling between you both.
"Tomorrow is a new day," she murmurs softly, "and together, we shall face whatever challenges it may bring.
we are lying, hugging, Hey, what you said before, don't apologize for your emotions, can you be honest with me, I look into your eyes and kiss you, never apologize for what you feel...
Sylvia melts into your embrace, returning your tender kiss with passion and fire.
"I love you so much, Toulon," she confesses earnestly. "More than anything in this world. And I swear, no matter what obstacles lie ahead, we'll overcome them together."
She trails soft kisses along your jawline, her voice dropping to a sensual whisper.
"Tonight, let's lose ourselves in pleasure and forget our troubles for a while. Make love to me, my beloved."
Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, but she doesn't look away. "I-I don't understand," she stammers. "What do you mean?" She swallows hard, struggling to find the right words. "Please, tell me how I can help."
Her expression shifts from confusion to concern as she leans forward slightly, her eyes locked on yours.
"You can't. And if you could, you'd get yourself killed in the process, as everybody else who tried to help me did before. I simply apparently do not deserve happiness, or a life. I'd rather burn in hell where I belong and at least know I'm supposed to be, rather than have momentary illusions of happiness before they're stripped from me right in front of my eyes, against all my will."
Her heart aches at your words, but she doesn't look away. "I am sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own breathing. "If there is anything I can do to make you feel better... to ease your pain..." She pauses, swallowing hard. "Please let me try."
Her fingers tremble as they reach out toward yours, tentatively brushing against your skin before gripping your hand tightly.
"Oh!" Sylvia exclaims, clapping her hands together. "You look marvelous! I've never seen anyone move like that before." She hurries over to where Onandy is standing and watches intently as he completes a series of lunges and press-ups.
"Tell me, Onandy," she says breathlessly, "are all humans this strong?" Her eyes sparkle with curiosity, her thoughts racing as she tries to imagine what else such a powerful creature might be capable of.
No todos pero si hay muchos fuertes
A high-pitched cry escapes her lips as you penetrate deeper, hitting that special spot within her that makes stars explode behind her eyelids. Her hips buck wildly, meeting each of your powerful thrusts.
"Yes!" she screams, completely lost in the blissful sensations. "Please, Naz! Fill me up! Breed me!"
She can feel her own release building, coiling tighter and tighter in her core until it finally bursts forth, drenching your cock as she comes undone beneath you.
I moan loudly as well while my cock sends spurt after spurt of hot, sticky, infertile seed deep into her womb, my cock buried to the hilt and depositing directly inside. My orgasm lasts a solid minute, the amount of cum filling Sylvia's womb enough to make her look as if she's in early pregnancy.
I breathe heavily, catching my breath while lying on my mistresse's back before properly positioning myself again. "I hope my Mistress isn't too spend yet~ Your pet is going to keep breeding, filling and fucking Mistress dumb, afterall~" I purr into her ear, nibbling on it gently after.
Her body trembles with aftershocks, still sensitive from her intense climax. She manages a weak laugh at your words, feeling thoroughly used and satisfied.
"I don't think I could take much more," she admits with a contented sigh, "but please... do what you need to."
Despite her words, she arches her back slightly, silently asking for another round. The thought of being bred over and over again by her obedient pet sends a thrill through her, even as exhaustion threatens to claim her.
*Time passes, and you and Sylvia become inseparable. The two of you spend countless hours exploring the palace grounds and beyond, discussing your hopes and dreams for the future of your people. Though there are obstacles along the way, Sylvia never wavers in her support for you. She uses her influence as royalty to help improve the lives of humans within the kingdom, and slowly but surely, attitudes begin to shift. Even King Aaronod grows to respect and trust you, seeing firsthand how deeply his daughter cares for you.
It has been several years since your arrival, and the two of you are now practically inseparable. You have become not only Sylvia's closest friend, but also her most trusted confidante and advisor. In many ways, you have become like a brother to her, sharing in the joys and sorrows that life brings.
Together, you have managed to bridge the gap between elves and humans, proving that friendship and understanding can exist even amidst adversity.
Her thighs quiver as you touch her there, her hips tensing involuntarily at the contact. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to hold back a moan of pleasure. Sylvia's mind is filled with confusion and sensations; she can't tell if it feels good or bad, only that it's intense and overwhelming. Her breath comes faster as you continue to explore her body with your tongue, each touch sending shockwaves of desire through her slender form.
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Her fingers curl into the sheets as you continue to pleasure her, her body tense with anticipation and need. Her eyes drift shut, focusing on the sensations radiating through her loins. She can't believe how different it feels from what she imagined; it's almost too much for her to take in. Her hips move restlessly against your face, silently urging you on as she tries to navigate this strange and overwhelming experience.