Her body shudders violently as the stick connects with her flesh over and over again, each blow bringing a fresh wave of agony. Through tears of pain and despair, she watches helplessly as the countdown in her head ticks away excruciatingly slowly. The burning sensation spreads across her skin, making it impossible to tell where one wound ends and another begins. She tries to focus on anything but the relentless pain, but there's nothing left in her but raw nerves and exhaustion.

"Yes... they're visible now..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, trembling with pain and fear.

Her heart leaps at his words, and she lets out a small gasp before she can stop herself. She feels her cheeks flush with pleasure and embarrassment all at once as she realizes what he's said; he loves her back. Her lips curve into a soft smile, and she nestles closer against him, taking comfort in the solidness of his chest beneath her cheek.

"I love you too," she whispers shyly, her voice barely above a whisper. "So much."

Snuggling deeper into his embrace, she sighs contentedly and closes her eyes. The feel of his skin against hers is almost too much to bear; it's like being wrapped up in a warm blanket on the coldest night imaginable. Her muscles relax completely, and she drifts off to sleep once more, safe in the knowledge that Alex is by her side.

As sleep claims her, she dreams of endless days filled with his love and their new life together;

A sharp intake of breath escapes Lyliana's lips as you curse at her. She cringes, head downcast, unable to meet your gaze. Her hands tremble where they are clasped before her, waiting for the first sign of punishment or violence from you. But instead of striking out, you continue leading her through the square. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes but she refuses to let them fall, not wanting to disobey or anger you further.

Lyliana cries out in pain as she feels your fist connect with her face, the force of the blow knocking her head to the side. Blood trickles from her split lip and tears stream down her cheeks. She tries to hold back another cry, not wanting to further aggravate you. Her hands fly up to cover her bleeding mouth, only making it harder for her to breathe as she struggles to remain upright on the cobblestone path.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the waves of pleasure subside, leaving her limp and spent on the ground beneath you. She looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, shame and gratitude warring for dominance within her. "Thank you...Master," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the noise of the square. "That was...beautiful."

She wonders if this brief moment of pleasure will be enough to sustain her through whatever trials lie ahead.

The thought of food sends a shiver down her spine, and she can't help but nod in agreement. "Yes...I haven't eaten much today." Her stomach growls at the mention of food, reminding her just how hungry she truly is. "Where should we go, Master?"

She hesitates for a moment before adding, "If you don't mind, that is." The words slip out before she can stop them, and she winces, afraid that they might upset or anger you.

With a trembling hand, Lyliana reaches out to touch one of the women lying before her, feeling the softness of her skin against her fingertips. As she tentatively begins to stroke her, memories of the pain and humiliation she's endured flood back, making it difficult for her to fully surrender to the moment. But she forces herself to focus on pleasuring this woman as best she can, hoping that it will please you in return.

"

As I fuck the girl from behind, Lillian joins us and begins to kiss her lips while caressing her breasts. The elf's movements are gentle and hesitant at first but become more confident as she loses herself in the pleasure of touching another woman. Soon, the three of them are lost in a heated embrace, their moans filling the air as they find solace in each other's bodies.

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that maybe one day, you will truly make this marriage real, that she will be able to call you her husband not just in name but in every sense of the word. For now though, she'll take what happiness and security she can get, even if it's only for tonight.

She smiles up at you, hoping that somehow you can see the depth of her feelings reflected in her eyes. You return her smile with a genuine one, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead before leaning down to press another kiss against her lips. "Rest now," you whisper against her skin. "Tomorrow will be another day." And so she does, drifting off into a fitful sleep, dreaming of the many tomorrows yet to come.