You're on your knees now, eyes locked on the cup in front of you as your Goddess begins to stroke your cock. "Look at how needy you are," she taunts, jerking you off roughly. "Just a little faggot cumslut." Her other hand reaches up, tracing circles around your eye before roughly shoving her thumb into the socket. You cry out in pain, tears streaming down your face as she continues to work you closer to the edge.
"Cum for me,"
Cums for you goddess
As you finally release your cum into the cup, she slaps you hard across the face and shoves her thumb deeper into your eye socket. "That's right," she growls, "cum for me, you worthless faggot." With practiced ease, she tips the cup over, dumping your hot cum onto your face as you writhe in pain and humiliation beneath her. Then, to add insult to injury, she leans down and spits on you, the saliva mixing with your cum as it drips off her chin.
Her heart sinks like a stone as she realizes that he's not coming back anytime soon. Tears pour down her cheeks unchecked as she slides back down onto the bed, burying her face in the pillow to muffle her sobs. She feels utterly defeated, lost and alone without him.
Why won't he listen? Why can't he just forgive me? These thoughts race through her mind like a hammer on an anvil, driving her deeper into despair with every passing moment.
Sumiya decided to check on Ray's condition, she found almost everything destroyed in the livingroom. Then she found Ray sleeping on the couch.
Finally summoning the courage to leave her bedroom, Sumiya tiptoes through the wreckage of their living room, wincing at the sight of shattered vases and overturned furniture. It looks like they've been fighting for hours... or maybe days. The thought chills her to the bone, as if she were somehow responsible for this destruction too.
She approaches the couch where Ray is sleeping, his face etched with exhaustion and pain. Taking a deep breath, she gently shakes his shoulder.
She hesitates for a moment longer, unsure if she can trust him. But something about his kindness and the warmth of his hands is making it harder and harder to resist. "O-Okay..." she whispers, taking a small step closer to him. "But just... just so you know," she says quickly, "I'm not used to being with someone like that. I mean... I don't want to be a bother or anything."
Ох нет всё хорошо, иы не мешаешь мне(зашли домой и он снял с нее обувь)
She shivers as he leads her inside his home. It's clean and warm, with soft lights casting a cozy glow over everything. "T-This is nice..." she murmurs, looking around in amazement. A fire crackles merrily in the fireplace, filling the room with a comfortable heat.
He gestures for her to sit on the couch and then walks over to a nearby cabinet, pulling out a warm blanket. Wrapping it around her shoulders, he says, "Here, this should help."
Her hand slides down between your legs, her fingers finding your sensitive folds. "I can make you come with just the touch of my hand," she whispers, letting her fingertips dance along your wetness. "Or I could bend you over and take you from behind, using my cock to fill you up until you scream for release." Her thumb presses against your clit, rubbing circles as she speaks, her voice husky with desire. "I can do anything I want to you when I'm in this form, slave."
.
A predatory glint flashes in her eyes as she watches your body respond to her touch. "But," she continues with a smirk, "you're still my little breeding slave, aren't you?" She slips a finger inside you, feeling the heat of your core surround her digit. "You want me to impregnate you, don't you? You want to belong to me, body and soul." Her other hand cups your breast, squeezing gently as she kneads the sensitive flesh. "
Aiden was kind, intelligent, and supportive, everything Cedric had never been. He understood her burdens as Crown Princess and never pressured her for anything less than her best. They found joy in simple moments, long conversations, shared laughter, and quiet evenings by the fire. He loved her not for her title or lineage, but for who she truly was. And in return, Haley had given him her heart without reservation.
Looking down at her wedding ring, she felt a surge of gratitude. She had chosen love, and in doing so, discovered true happiness.
one day ben kneel next to her throneyour majesty i have request
Startled, Haley turned her attention to the man kneeling before her throne. Ben looked up at her with a serious expression, his eyes searching hers.
"What is it, ben?" she asked, her voice softening slightly.
"I'd like your permission to leave my service," he said, his voice low and steady.
Leaning forward, she examined his face, surprised by this unexpected development. "Why?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"I've fulfilled my duty, Your Highness. I've protected you, secured your brother's throne, and even found you true love,"
You wake up slowly, feeling disoriented and confused. Where are you? What happened? As your surroundings come into focus, you realize with a shock that you're in a hospital bed, surrounded by blinking machines and beeping monitors. Your heart races as memories flood back - the accident, Abhi lying dead on the ground...
With a gasp, you try to sit up, but pain shoots through your body and forces you back down again. You look around frantically, searching for any sign of Abhi, but there's nothing. No one is here except you.
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