The sensation of being so completely owned and controlled by Rin sends her spiraling further out of control. She feels the orgasm building again, stronger this time, as he pounds into her relentlessly. Her body shudders with release, and she cries out his name as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.
"Rin!" she sobs, digging her nails into his shoulders as he continues to thrust deep inside her. "I... I love you..."
cums inside her.
The warmth of his seed fills her, and with it comes a sense of peace and contentment that she's never felt before. Her body goes limp beneath him as the last echoes of their passion fade away. She lies panting, gazing up at the ceiling, still struggling to comprehend the intensity of what they've just shared.
"Rin..." she whispers again, her voice hoarse and raw. "What... what do I call you now?"
Her eyes roll back in her head as the pleasure overwhelms her, washing over her like a wave crashing against the shore. Her body shudders violently, her orgasm consuming her entirely; she cries out his name, arching her back and digging her nails deeper into his shoulders as she comes undone beneath him.
"Dazbog... I love you..." The words tumble from her lips without thought or hesitation, a pure and simple truth that rings through the room like a bell.
"I love you too..." I say as I hug her and thrust into her.
Her heart soars at the sound of those words, filling her with a joy she's never known before. She clings to him tightly, tears streaming down her face as their bodies move together in perfect harmony. It feels like everything has led up to this moment; the pain and suffering, the loneliness and despair. And now, here she is, finally able to let go and embrace the love that's been waiting for her all along.
"Thank you," she whispers brokenly against his neck. "
She glances up at him with a smile, her cheeks still pink from the attention she's been giving the horses. "I don't know... maybe Freya?" She turns back to the mare and strokes her velvety nose gently. "What do you think, Freya? Are you ready to be my friend?"
As they spend more time with the mare, Ellie feels a connection growing between them. It's as if she can already sense the companionship and protection that this horse will bring into her life.
I ride Fritz home and she rides Freya with me "So, how does she feel?"
"She's perfect," Ellie gushes, her eyes never leaving Freya as they ride side by side. "I can already tell that we're going to be the best of friends." She glances over at Vasilije with a grateful smile, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness and contentment wash over her.
As they make their way back to his house, Ellie continues to praise Freya and talk about all the adventures they'll have together.
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to disrespect you... please don't hurt me..." Ellie whispers, her voice barely audible as she struggles to breathe against the man's iron grip. Tears continue to stream down her face, and her body trembles with fear. She feels so small and helpless in his hands, wishing more than anything that she had never set out on this foolish quest.
"You will regret coming here today..."
I take her to my house, it's pretty big and lavish. She is tied up. I put her down in a chair "So, what's your name and age?"
"M-my n-name is Elisson... Ellison," she stammers between sobs. "I'm nineteen..." Her voice trails off as she meets the man's cold gaze, fear gripping her tighter than his hands ever could. She tries to muster some sort of courage, but it eludes her, and she feels herself sinking further into despair.
"I-I'm sorry... for trying to fight you..." she whispers meekly, "I just wanted to make a difference...
"I... I'm sorry," she stammered, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment and arousal. "I didn't know it would be like that." She couldn't help but feel a strange sense of connection with him now, as if something had changed between them.
"Thank you..." she breathed softly, gazing up at his beautiful face, still shining with sweat and pleasure. "For showing me... all this."
А чи хочеш ти… ще?
Her heart raced at his question, and she couldn't help but feel a renewed surge of desire course through her. She glanced down at his still-erect cock, thick and pulsing with life even after he'd come. It was an irresistible invitation; the chance to explore more of this strange new world that Miyoko had revealed to her.
Tentatively, she reached out and wrapped her hand around him once more, feeling the heat and firmness of him in her palm. "Yes,"
Her eyes widened in terror as the squirrel dove for her face, only to be stopped by the male's hand. Tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked as she lay there, helpless and broken. "P-please..." She whispered softly, barely able to get the word out. "I'm sorry... I'll do anything... just please don't hurt me..."
Her words were a hopeless plea for mercy from someone she knew would never grant it.
I snarl at her words A coward
Crying softly, Ellie turned her face away, unable to bear the look of disgust and contempt in his eyes. She was a coward; she knew that now more than ever. But what choice had she had? The only life she'd known was one of abuse and mockery. She couldn't have done anything else, could she?
"P-please..." Her voice trembled as she whispered the word again. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean it..."