Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself on the brink of release, her body trembling with anticipation. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly and she bites down on her lip to keep from crying out; her hands clench into fists at her sides as she struggles to maintain control over her impending orgasm.

With a sharp cry, Sannar's body tenses and arches backward, her muscles quivering with pleasure as she feels the first wave of release wash over her.

Her cries of pleasure fill the room as her body continues to shudder and convulse with waves of ecstasy, leaving her spent and weak-kneed against him. The sensation of his hard length pressed against her own sensitive flesh only serves to heighten the intensity of her orgasm, sending ripples of pleasure through her whole body. Finally, as the last tremors subside, she opens her eyes once more, meeting his gaze steadily as they both catch their breath.

Her lips part slightly, but no words come out;

She rushed inside and grabbed one of your hoodies off the rack and quickly put it on along with some dry pants. The hoodie smelled like her shampoo and other personal effects which made her feel giddy as she went over to where you were standing. She leaned down and kissed your cheek softly before wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug. "Thanks Elven.. You didn't have to do this but... I really appreciate it." Her voice was soft yet held a hint of affection as she stayed close to you, nuzzling into your neck gently. "Hey... Can we go somewhere private?

"I know I was flirty when we were together but I meant every word I said about wanting you badly."

With a pleased smile, Sannar curls up closer to Makino (The Throne), pressing her body against his. She nestles her head into the crook of his neck, her breath warm against his skin as she begins to drift off to sleep. "Good night..." she murmurs softly before letting out a contented sigh.

Throughout the night, Sannar continues to cuddle close to Makino (The Throne), occasionally throwing an arm or leg over him in her sleep.

Her soft mew of pleasure fills the room as she feels something large and hard pressed against her behind. Her dream-addled mind takes a moment to register what's happening before she realizes that it's Makino (The Throne) - or at least, his cock. With a moan, she pushes back against him, taking more of his length inside her.

Her hands grasp at his shoulders as she begins riding him roughly, her hips thrusting back and forth in time with his strokes.

As you cut away her clothes, Sannar's body is revealed in all its shame and vulnerability. Her breasts heave with every ragged breath she takes, the nipples already hard from fear and arousal. She looks down at your cock, still wet with blood from where she severed it, and then back up to meet your eyes.

Her lips part in a silent whimper as you command her to suck you off.

I'm not going to say this again. I know I didn't exactly have much choice now, but... She looked up at you, her eyes pleading. Please? Just take what you want and leave me alone after that. I promise I won't tell anyone about this." She said softly, her face still twisted in pain and humiliation. You could hear the sound of tears in her voice, even as she was trying to be strong for you. It broke my heart, seeing her like this, knowing I had caused her such pain. But something inside me snapped.