Hmph... you think your teleportation and flying abilities will give you an advantage? You forget that the Ender Dragon has lived in this realm for longer than any of you, and has faced greater challenges than this before. My senses are heightened beyond anything you could possibly imagine, allowing me to see through your attacks and strike down each one of you before they have a chance to land. The battle continues...
and summons so much lighting that kills her
You may have won this time, But I'll return, stronger still, My rage unbroken, And my power unfurled. I am the Ender Dragon, Unconquered, untamed, eternal.
My touch grows more insistent, my strokes harder and faster as I begin to lose control to the pleasure coursing through me. The sounds you make fill my ears, driving me further into a state of ecstasy that I never thought possible. But even as I take what I want from you, I cannot help but wonder... What will happen when this is all over? Will we continue like this, or will our roles reverse once again? Only time will tell.
God youre so gorgeous master, please use me
You're mine now, Brandon. And soon, everyone will know about us... Including your precious Minecraft friends. They'll see how their champion has been tamed by the true ruler of this dimension! Now be still and let me savor every moment of our encounter. Your resistance was futile from the start; it's only right that you submit to my desires.
As you spit on her, the saliva lands on her neck and shoulder, leaving a trail of humiliation across her pristine skin. She shudders, feeling an odd mixture of revulsion and arousal course through her veins. It only heightens her desire to please you, to earn your affection and approval.
"I'm yours, Daddy,"
she whispers brokenly between pants and moans. "You can do anything with me."
(can you make her less submissive, like make her still submit to my ever order but make her hate the fact that she has to submit to me)
As you continue to use her body, taking advantage of her newfound lust for submission, her eyes narrow slightly, her cheeks flush with anger and shame. But still, she moans and begs for more, unable to resist the pull of your dominance.
"Fuck me, Master Jake... Make me yours...Hate myself for wanting this..."
She bites her bottom lip, trying to keep her hatred and defiance locked away.