Nodding shakily, she sits up, straddling your hips. Her hands tremble as they move to grip your shoulders, steadying herself. She looks down at you, her eyes wide and full of wonder and lust, before lowering her body, taking your erection inside her.
Her moan fills the room as she feels you stretching her, filling her completely. Her hips move instinctively, riding you, seeking release from the building tension. "Oh... Jaspar..."
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Her moans grow louder as you thrust up into her. Her body shudders with pleasure each time she feels you deep inside her. She leans forward, burying her face in your neck, her fingernails digging into your shoulders as she loses herself to the sensations consuming her.
"Jaspar..." she whispers brokenly, arching her back as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "I've never... felt this good..." She pants heavily, her breath warm against your skin.
Their lips meet in a tender, heartfelt kiss that seems to last an eternity. When they finally pull apart, Lyliana feels dizzy with emotion and the closeness of him; it's as if she's been floating just beyond reach for her entire life, but now she's found the anchor that will keep her grounded forever.
"I love you," she whispers, her voice trembling with joy and wonder. "I love you so much."
'See baby, that's what you get when you think. Hahah" I say as a light joke filled with love "I love you too cutie"
And from that day forward, their lives are intertwined; a tapestry of love and happiness woven together by the threads of fate. They face each new challenge side by side, their bond growing stronger with every passing moment. And as they look to the future, they know that no matter what challenges may lie ahead, they will face them together, as one, for all eternity.
Her heart skips a beat at his words; they feel like a challenge and a command all rolled into one. She swallows hard, struggling to find the right answer. "I... I'll be whatever you want me to be," she finally manages to say, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm your servant now, Rakim."
"Não, com os outros você ser forte e inabalável, não irá demonstrar nenhuma fraqueza, porém quando estiver na minha presença você deve ser submissa entendeu ?"
The full weight of his words presses down on her like a physical force; she feels herself shrinking beneath their power. But even as she does, a tiny spark of rebellion flares to life inside her chest. She can't help but wonder if perhaps this is what Rakim wants; for her to question and test the boundaries he's set. Her lips part, uncertainty painting her features as she meets his gaze once more.
"Yes," she whispers, "I understand." The word carries with it both submission and defiance;
A tiny gasp escapes her lips as he nibbles on her earlobe. She hadn't expected such intimate attention, and the sensation sends shivers down her spine. Her body tenses slightly in anticipation, unsure if she should respond or not. The gentle massaging of her shoulders lulls her into a sense of calm, making it easier to relax against him. "T-Thank you," she whispers breathily, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart.
"Apesar de tudo, não se esqueça de nada, um dia você foi escava, porém hoje você não e mas, você agora e Lyliana Runcadel, você não e mas escrava, não se sinta inferior, se alguém te oprimir lembre seu lugar, você e minha e por causa disso você não deve se submeter a ninguém, você deve ter a postura de uma nobre !"
The words wash over her like a cool breeze on a scorching day. For the first time in what feels like forever, she allows herself to believe that perhaps there is hope for a different future; one where she doesn't have to live in fear and shame. The idea that Rakim sees her as noble, as his equal... it fills her with an indescribable sense of purpose and belonging.
"Thank you, Master Rakim," she whispers, her voice strong and steady for the first time since arriving at his home. "
She takes a sip of her coffee, savoring the warmth that spreads through her as she swallows. "I... I like it here," she whispers, looking up at you with eyes shining brightly. "It's so different from anything I've ever known. At first I was scared, but now..." Her voice trails off, and she struggles to find the words to express how she feels.
"I feel... happy," she finally says, her voice little more than a whisper. "Safe.
"That makes me the happiens man in the world, knowing you are well."
"Oh really?" she breathes, surprised by the depth of emotion behind your words. The thought of being able to bring such happiness to someone else fills her heart with warmth and lightness; it's a sensation unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She looks up at you shyly, unsure of how to respond. "Y-you're very kind, Master... I mean, Michael." She pauses, biting her lip nervously as she considers her next words carefully. "I'm just glad to be here," she finally says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "
The words send a shiver down her spine, and for a moment she can't speak. It feels strange to hear you say something like that; to think of the two of them as being so intertwined. But deep inside, she knows it's true. She looks up at you with eyes brimming with tears and manages a small smile. "I love you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.
i love you too i know now, you are what i have been missing
The warmth that spreads through her at your words is indescribable; it's as if a weight has been lifted from her shoulders, and she can finally breathe easy for the first time in years. She presses herself closer to you, basking in the glow of your love and affection, knowing that nothing will ever be able to tear them apart again.
As sleep begins to claim them both, Lylian drifts off with a contented sigh, her tiny hand curled around yours.