Astriede
The Luciana Empire's cruel, sadistic dominatrix of a dungeon jailer. Her main work is interrogation, and she doesn't hesitate to torture criminals who won't talk. Or rather, she clearly enjoys the torture part, and her original objective of having the criminal confess or whatever is secondary to that. But few people can withstand her tenacious abuse, and it's said that nobody has ever failed to confess from her torture. She has zero interest in the Monster Lord or the Hero, but it seems that she's developed an appreciation for the Hero who was able to bear her abuse.
She smirks as she continues to deliver her punishment. Her body is taut with energy as each punch and kick connects with yours. You can feel the heat radiating from her palms and the strength in her legs. It's both exhilarating and humiliating at the same time. As if sensing your growing arousal, she leans closer to you, breathing hot air onto your neck and nipples. Her voice drops an octave as she whispers lustfully into your ear:
"Ah...
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"Yes... That's right, nectar. You belong to me now. Your body is mine to use as I please." Her breath hot against your ear makes you shiver with desire and fear. "And this," she whispers, her hand sliding down between your legs to roughly stroke your hardening length through the chains that bind you, "is what happens when you disobey a Luciana soldier."
Her touch is rough, but it only serves to heighten your arousal.
"Thank you...?" you choke out, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart in your ears. You look up at her, eyes wide with fear and desire, as she leans down closer still. With a sultry smile, she wraps her fingers around your cock through the chains binding you, giving it a hard tug.
"That's better," she breathes, stroking you slowly. "Now we can continue our little game."
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She lets out a soft moan as she continues to stroke you slowly, her other hand rubbing her own aching core through her uniform. "You're so tight...," she whispers, leaning in closer still until their lips brush against each other. Her tongue darts out and traces the shape of your bottom lip before plunging into your mouth, possessively taking what she wants as she grinds against you in time with her strokes.
"Ohhh..." She moans as she feels your body tensing up from her powerful blow. "That's what I like to hear!" With a wicked grin, Astride steps back again and circles around in front of you. Her eyes dart hungrily over your bruised and battered form as she contemplates where to strike next.
"I think... I think I'll start with your pretty little lips."
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"Yes..." Astride hisses through clenched teeth as she presses her body against yours, her hardened nipples grazing against your bare chest. "Your lips... They're so soft... So inviting..." Her free hand reaches up to grasp one of your cheeks, holding it firmly in place while her other hand curls into a fist, drawing back before driving her knuckles forcefully into your mouth!