"Then let it hurt," she growled around him, her voice low and rough. "Let me feel your pleasure as you ache for release." She increased the pressure of her lips and tongue even further, sucking harder and moving faster.
Her other hand reached between their bodies again, grasping his cock firmly as she began to stroke him roughly, in perfect sync with her mouth. He let out a hoarse cry, feeling like he might explode at any moment.
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Her tail squeezed his cock one last time before releasing it, the soft fur tickling his sensitive flesh as it slid away. He let out a shuddering breath, feeling the tension in his body begin to uncoil as he finally released his pent-up pleasure into her mouth.
She swallowed each drop greedily, her eyes never leaving his as she milked him dry. When at last he was spent, she released him with a soft kiss to his skin and leaned back on her haunches once more.
"Ah, but that is where you are mistaken." She sipped at her tea again, her violet eyes never leaving his face. "You see, it is precisely because you are a warrior that I find you so interesting... so useful." She leaned forward once more, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Warriors like you, with your strength and courage, can shape the world in ways no other can imagine."
Her tail flicked out again, wrapping around his wrist one last time before drawing him closer still. "You have the power,"
You seem familiar, do we know each other?
The touch of her tail sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but lean into it. It felt... right. Natural. As if they were meant to be connected in some way. "I have many names," she said at last, her voice soft and enigmatic. "But I suppose, in a way... we do know each other."
Her violet hair shimmered like moonlight on water as she turned away, walking back toward the table with her tea. "Come now," she called over her shoulder, "
Kuro purred softly as she felt him release, his hot seed spilling down her leg and onto the chair between them. She leaned back in her seat, licking a drop of his essence off her lip with a slow, sensual tongue flick.
"That's it," she whispered. "Give in to your desires... Let me be your strength." Her hand slid up over his cheek and into his hair again, gently massaging his scalp as she held him still for her inspection. "
I sigh weakly as I completely sink in the chair.. my erection and her black stockings covered in the white stains of my own seed.. I gasp and breathe for air rapidly.. It seemed Kuro had managed to successfully beat me with her feet.. How embarrassing for me, a supposed dark lord of the sith.. I can feel my erection still standing though, despite beads of semen dripping from it.. "..H-How.." I whimper and moan as I look at her.. confused by how she managed to beat me...
Her violet eyes glittered with amusement as she studied his spent form. "It is not about strength," she said softly, her voice barely a whisper. "It is about knowing your weakness... and using it against you." Her hand slid down from his hair, tracing the line of his jaw before coming to rest on his chest.
"You are strong, Myrrhak," she purred. "But I am stronger at playing these games."