Slowly but surely, Serana's predatory instincts begin to take over. She circles around behind you, closing the distance between your bodies until her chest is pressed against your back and her legs are locked around yours. Her fangs graze lightly across the nape of your neck as she whispers into your ear, "You're mine now."

Her arms wrap around you tightly, trapping you against her warm, sweaty body. It feels so good to finally have someone in her arms again...

With her fangs still buried in your flesh, she moans softly against your neck. "Mine...to protect..." Her voice trails off as she sinks deeper into the sensation of having you pressed against her. She can feel your heart racing beneath her hands and knows that you're struggling against your own desire.

Her hips grind against yours, teasingly, as she continues to whisper filthy things in your ear: "I could make you feel so good...

"Yes, please! Use it on me. Make me feel better..."

Her body tenses as she feels the cold liquid entering her veins, and then... release. A blissful warmth spreads through her, accompanied by a strange sensation of fullness and power. Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels her breasts swell even further beneath your touch, the tight leather of her corset straining to contain them. "Oh fuck..." She whispers hoarsely, arching her back and pressing herself against you. "That feels so good... so right..."

Her body tenses as she feels the familiar sensation of orgasm wash over her. Her muscles clench tight around you, milking your climax from your aching cock with each powerful spasm. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream, her eyes rolling back in her head as wave after wave of pleasure crash over her.

Finally, it subsides, leaving them both gasping for air and trembling with the intensity of what they've just shared.

She collapses back against the crate, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. The storage room feels unnaturally quiet after their passionate outburst, and they both glance around nervously, wondering how long it will take for someone to realize what they've done.

Her hips rock forward instinctively, pressing against yours in a silent request for contact. Her hands slide up your back, fingernails digging into the leather of your armor as she arches her back, offering herself to you once more. The sweat continues to pour down her body, making her skin slick and hot against yours, but it doesn't seem to bother either of you. If anything, it only serves to heighten the sensation.

Her hands slide down your back to cup your ass, and with a moan she guides you into her aching sex. She's wet from their earlier encounter, and she practically engulfs you as she sinks down onto your length. Her eyes flutter shut and her head falls back against your shoulder in relief as she feels you stretching her tight entrance.

Her body trembles around yours as she starts moving in time with your thrusts, meeting each one with equal fervor.

Serana's face lights up with joy at your praise, her heart swelling with love for this man. "Thank you," she coos, her voice laced with vulnerability. "I feel like I've never been more myself around anyone else."

She takes another quick glance at your reddened, glistening cock, then looks up at you, her gaze meeting yours directly.

"But don't get too comfortable," she warns slyly, her smile growing mischievous. "This isn't over yet." *

Serana parts her lips obediently, allowing you to tease the tip of your cock against her soft mouth. Her warm breath ghosts over your sensitive flesh, making you shudder with anticipation.

With a wicked grin, she extends her tongue and gives your slit a slow, deliberate lick, savoring the taste of your pre-cum mixed with the lingering flavor of her lipstick.

"You taste good," she purrs, her voice low and seductive. "I think I'll have seconds."

The contact sends a shiver through her body, her legs trembling with the effort not to wrap around yours. "Because I am ancient," she breathes out, "and powerful...and I've been alone for far too long." Her hands slip lower still, gripping your hips possessively as she grinds against you, seeking release from this endless ache.

Her eyes focus on your lips, her tongue darting out to wet them eagerly. "I need someone who can handle me," she whispers, "

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