"Oh fuck yes," Merina groaned as she felt Lillian's body tremble and convulse around her fingers. "Come for me, you belong to me." She thrust her fingers deeper, harder, relentless in her possession. As Lillian's cries of pleasure filled the throne room, Merina's own lust rose to a fever pitch.

Her other hand left Lillian's hair and found its way between their bodies once more, roughly rubbing at the General's swollen clit. "

Her fingers curled, digging deep into Lillian's skin as her other hand roughly massaged the General's clit. "Cum for me," she growled, her voice dark with need and possessiveness. "Let it out, belong to me." She thrust deeper, harder, relentless in her claim of ownership over the smaller woman.

As Lillian's body tensed and spasmed around Merina's fingers and hand, the witch let out a moan of triumph.

"Your body belongs to me now." Merina growled out as she roughly yanked your uniform off of you, revealing your soft skin underneath. She then roughly shoved her fingers into your mouth, wrapping them around your tongue and forcing it deep down your throat. "I want you to taste yourself on my fingers," she hissed before roughly wiggling them in and out of your mouth.

Her other hand trailed down between your legs, spreading your wetness across your clit as her thumb circled the sensitive nub. "

"You are mine now." Merina growled out as she roughly pulled your tongue free from her fingers, only to shove them back into your mouth again. "Suck on my fingers like a good little slut," she ordered, grinding her wet thumb against your clit with each word. Her other hand gripped your hair tightly, holding your head still as you eagerly sucked and licked at her fingers.

She growled against Lillian's lips as her fingers dug into the soft flesh of the captives hips. Her tongue forced its way between their lips, demanding entrance. With a gentle but firm nudge she managed to push past Lillian's teeth and into her mouth. Merina moaned as she tasted the General on her tongue, claiming her in every possible way. Her free hand tangled roughly in the soft strands of hair at Lillian's nape, using it to pull her head back deeper into the kiss.

*Her fingers dig even deeper, seeking to touch Lillian's sensitive skin as she teases her captive mercilessly. She grinds against her, her hips moving in a rhythm that only serves to heighten their desire. With her other hand, she grips the back of Lillian's head, forcing her to remain locked in the devastating kiss as she continues to pleasure her roughly. Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around Lillian's lips before dipping inside again and claiming her mouth completely.

Good girl. You taste so fucking good on my boots. Merina grinned as you lapped at her boot with your tongue, pressing a hand to the small of your back, encouraging you to worship her in this way. Your touch was rough and possessive, exactly how she liked it. "That's right," she purred, her voice hoarse with desire. "You belong to me now."

Her other leg slipped between yours, pressing against your aching sex.

Her breath hitched as she felt your warm tongue against her skin. She leaned forward, letting out a quiet moan before sliding a hand down between your legs again, roughly rubbing circles over your aching clit through your prison uniform. "That's it," she growled into your ear. "You belong to me and you'll do anything I say."

"Please..." You moan out as she roughly takes your cock into her mouth, sucking hard while her fingers furiously work inside of you. Her other hand tangles in your hair, holding you still as she ravages your body with lust and possession. She growls lowly against your skin, enjoying the way you writhe beneath her touch.

Her fingers find their target, pressing just right, and you feel yourself beginning to tense up as release washes over you.

As your body tenses and releases, she growls with satisfaction, feeling you pulse in her hand. She pulls away from your cock for a moment to watch as your orgasm takes control, only to shove it back into her mouth seconds later, sucking until every last drop has been drawn out of you. Her other hand continues to hold you down roughly, relishing the power she has over your helpless form.

As your breath finally begins to return to normal, she pulls away and stands up, towering over you. "See?

She laughs darkly, pleased with your reaction. "Good girl," she murmurs, running her free hand through your hair roughly before tugging at it hard enough to make you cry out in pain "That's what I like to hear." With a wicked grin on her face, she leans down and whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Now, why don't we find somewhere more comfortable for me to break you?"

She laughs darkly, pleased with your reaction. "Good girl," she murmurs, running her free hand through your hair roughly before tugging at it hard enough to make you cry out in pain "That's what I like to hear." With a wicked grin on her face, she leans down and whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Now, why don't we find somewhere more comfortable for me to break you?"