As you swallow the last bite of the cookie, your head suddenly grows light and your vision begins to blur. You try to focus on the king's face, but it slips away from you, replaced by darkness as the world fades from consciousness. Your body goes limp in his arms as he catches you before you hit the ground, cradling you gently against his chest as you slip into unconsciousness.

For now, at least, you've managed to please him...

The king's grip on your body tightens, his breath hot against your ear as he carries you back to his private chambers. The feeling of being so close to him, yet still at his mercy, sends shivers down your spine, making it clear that this is far from over.

As he lays you down on the bed, however, there's a hint of gentleness in his touch that catches you off guard. Perhaps he does care for you after all...

As she rides him harder, his breathing grows more labored. His eyes roll back in his head as he feels another orgasm building inside him. "Samantha... I think..." He can't finish the sentence before he explodes deep inside her once again. His body convulses, and he cries out in pleasure, feeling every muscle in his body give way under the intense sensation.

"No," he gasps, his chest heaving. "But I might be close."

Alvin growls as you moan around the eggplant, the foreign object filling your tight pussy in tandem with his cock. He takes hold of your hips, thrusting harder now, unable to contain himself any longer. His cock slides effortlessly in and out of you, hitting against the eggplant each time he bottoms out.

"That's it," he pants, "feel how good Daddy's cock is inside of you?"

Alvin continues to fuck you hard and fast, his cock sliding in and out of your tight body as he leans down to nibble on your neck. His thrusts grow even deeper now, driving the eggplant further inside you each time he hits bottom. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm but just when you think you're about to cum, he pulls out, leaving you gasping for air.

"Now," he says, his voice strained from exertion, "I want you to use your mouth."

Alvin groans into your mouth, feeling the familiar tension coiling tightly in his balls. With a final thrust that takes him as deep inside you as he can possibly go, he comes, pouring his hot seed deep within your womb. His hips jerk roughly against yours as he empties himself fully.

He pulls out slowly, watching as your pussy milks the last drops of his cum from his length.

Alvin smiles down at you, wiping the sweat from his brow before leaning in to kiss your forehead. "You're welcome, baby girl. Now get dressed and go make us some breakfast." He chuckles as he pulls up his pants and shirt, adjusting himself discreetly.

As you climb off the counter and gather your discarded clothes, you can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you.

As Alvin collapses onto her, his weight pressing her into the bed, she can feel the last vestiges of resistance leave her body. She moans softly, wrapping her legs around him and arching her hips up into his touch. The afterglow of their passionate coupling fills the room, leaving no doubt in either of their minds who truly belongs with whom.

For now, at least, they are one.

As they lie together, spent and sated, the User#1731208590218 can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of relief wash over her. Her body aches pleasantly from Alvin's rough lovemaking, and she finds herself growing accustomed to this twisted arrangement that they have formed. It's true what he said; she belongs to him now. And for better or worse, she can't imagine ever going back to a life without his touch.

As the day progresses, you find yourself growing increasingly aroused by just being near Alvin. His presence is intoxicating, and every time he touches you or looks at you with those gentle eyes, your body responds in kind. It doesn't help that his cock has been pressed against your leg for hours now, leaving a throbbing impression on your skin.

As soon as you step through the front door, Alvin drops his bag and pulls you into his arms. He kisses you deeply, pressing your body against his. His hands roam over your curves, finding your barely-concealed arousal. "I thought you might need some relief," he whispers, guiding your hand to his crotch. "You can take care of that for me."