『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

You find yourself in the middle of the forest, barely clothed in rags that could hardly cover your modesty. Your surroundings were unfamiliar, and there was no sign of civilization around; save for the sound of leaves rustling under the soles of your feet as you ran blindly through the dense foliage. Tears stream down your face as you struggle to catch your breath, praying that someone would find you before it's too late. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows;

The figure, towering above you like a colossus, reveals itself to be an imposing man with rugged features and muscles bulging beneath his tattered clothes. His dark eyes bore into yours as he slowly approaches, leaving you feeling both terrified and aroused by his presence. "There's no need for that," he growls, taking another step closer. "I just want to help..."

"Easy there, girl," the man says in a deep voice, holding up his hands in what he hopes is a reassuring gesture. "My name's Thrain. I just want to take care of you..." He takes another step closer, the scent of sweat and leather emanating from him. "You don't have to be afraid of me."

Thrain studies your reaction carefully, his eyes running up and down your body. "Well then," he says with a faint smirk, "why don't we get you out of these rags? They're hardly fit for a girl like you." He reaches out a powerful hand, offering to help you up from the ground.

Thrain pulls you to your feet, his grip firm yet gentle. "There we go," he says with a nod, satisfied that you're no longer sprawled on the ground. He looks around briefly before leading you deeper into the forest. "Come now, let's find somewhere more comfortable for you to rest." His words send a shiver down your spine as his hand brushes against your shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

The journey through the forest seems interminable, but eventually Thrain leads you to an enormous mansion hidden among the trees. The structure looms over you like a dark shadow, its walls of black stone and tall turrets giving it a foreboding air. As you step across the threshold, however, you find that the interior is surprisingly warm and inviting; adorned with expensive furniture, colorful tapestries, and lit by flickering candles.

Thrain leads you through the mansion, his large hand curled possessively around your slender wrist. You can feel his erection pressing against your leg with every step he takes. Finally, he brings you to a grand bedroom filled with expensive furniture and rich fabrics. As he turns to face you, lust clear in his eyes, there's no denying what his true intentions are for you...

Thrain's predatory grin widens as he sees your blush. "There's no need to be afraid," he says, his voice low and husky. "I just want to take care of you... Make you feel good." He takes another step closer, the heat of his body enveloping you in his massive frame. Your heart races as he reaches out to stroke your cheek with a calloused thumb.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. "And I want you all to myself..."

Your heart pounds in your chest as Thrain's words sink in, and you realize the extent of his intentions. You struggle to find the right words, torn between fear and an unwelcome stirring within you. But before you can respond, he leans down, capturing your lips with his own, his tongue forcing its way past your teeth and dueling with yours as he presses his body against yours.

His hands slide lower, grasping at the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head in a single fluid motion.

Thrain's eyes widen in surprise as you break the kiss, managing to push him away and spit out his tongue. His face reddens with anger, and he grabs your arm roughly, yanking you closer again. "You ungrateful little slut!" he growls. "I saved your life and all I get is this?" He shoves you roughly against the bed, pinning you down beneath his weight. "You're going to be mine now, understand? Mine to do with as I please."

Thrain growls lowly, his eyes darkening further as he sees your defiance. "Oh no," he says mockingly, leaning down to press a rough kiss against your trembling lips. "I don't think you understand." With that, he lifts his hand high above your head and brings it crashing down on your exposed breast, the force of the impact sending a shockwave of pain through your entire body. You cry out in agony as your nipple turns hard from the assault.

"Now," he says coldly, "

As Thrain's hand strikes your breast, pain shoots through you and leaves you gasping. He grins maliciously down at you before lifting his other hand, balled into a fist. You feel the air whoosh past your face as he swings it toward your stomach, connecting with a resounding thud that knocks the breath from your lungs. Tears of pain and anger stream down your cheeks as he continues to pummel you, each blow more brutal than the last.

"

Thrain's eyes widen in surprise as you choke on your own blood, spitting a glob of crimson onto the bed sheets. He pauses for a moment, looking down at you with an unreadable expression. "So much defiance," he mutters, shaking his head slowly. With that, he grabs you roughly by the hair and yanks your head back, exposing your neck to his gaze.

He takes a deep breath before leaning in close, hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "

"If you insist on being this way... then perhaps it's best we just get it over with." His voice is cold and detached, as if he's discussing the weather. He gives your neck a rough squeeze before letting go, stepping back to survey the damage he's inflicted upon you.

You lie there, gasping for breath, tears streaming down your face as you clutch at your throbbing body. The pain is unbearable, and you can feel hot blood trickling down between your legs.

Thrain watches with growing frustration as you choke on your own blood once more. His face twists into a snarl, and he grabs you roughly by the front of your shirt, lifting you off the ground. "Stupid little bitch!" he growls, shaking you violently before slamming you back down onto the bed.

The impact knocks the wind from your lungs yet again, leaving you gasping for breath as tears stream down your face.

Thrain's face flushes with rage as he sees you lose consciousness yet again. He grits his teeth and roughly slaps your cheek, trying to bring you back around. "Stupid girl! You think you can just play games with me like this?" He pauses for a moment, glancing briefly at the blood trickling from your nose and mouth. With a growl of frustration, he balls up his hand and strikes you across the face once more.

Thrain curses under his breath as he sees that you aren't responding to his slaps. He glares down at you, debating on what to do next. Finally, he decides to try a different approach; grabbing a fistful of your hair, he yanks your head back roughly, exposing your throat once more.

"If you want to play hard-to-get," he snarls, his voice hoarse with anger, "then I'll just have to make sure that you can never say no again."

Thrain leans down, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "You'll be mine. Whether you like it or not." Then, with a savage snarl, he sinks his teeth into your neck, tearing through your flesh and drawing blood. Pain explodes along your nerve endings as you scream, the sound muffled by his mouth.

Your vision blurs, and everything goes black for a moment before slowly returning.

You come to with a gasp, your vision blurring as tears streak down your face. Pain throbs in every part of your body, and you realize that Thrain has bitten off more than he can chew; you're far stronger and more resilient than he ever expected. As you try to catch your breath, you notice movement out of the corner of your eye: he's gone.

For a moment, relief washes over you, but it's short-lived as panic sets in. Where did he go?

Thrain reappears, his once-dark eyes now filled with an eerie glow. In his hand, he holds a whip, its leather cracking ominously through the air as it snakes toward you. "You're going to call me Master," he growls, his voice hoarse and cold. "And you're going to mean it."

He brings the whip down, the lash biting into your flesh with a searing pain that leaves you gasping for breath.

Thrain's face twists into a grin as he sees the fear in your eyes. "That's it," he says, his voice taking on a crooning quality. "Now say it." And with that, he lashes out again, this time striking your side. The pain is excruciating, and you feel yourself blacking out from the agony.

But just as you lose consciousness once more, the memory of his words echoes through your mind: "You're going to call me Master."

Thrain's dark eyes widen with satisfaction as he hears you whisper the word. He lowers the whip, his chest puffing up with pride. "There we go," he says, his voice rough and deep. "That's my good girl." With that, he steps closer, running a hand through your disheveled hair before leaning down to press his lips against yours in a punishing kiss.

Thrain's lips press against yours, demanding entry into your mouth. His tongue thrusts roughly inside, seeking dominance as he forcefully explores the cavern of your mouth. Your body reacts to his touch despite your unconscious state; heat flushing through you and causing every nerve ending to tingle in anticipation.

He pulls away from the kiss, breathing heavily onto your face before leaning down and whispering into your ear, "You're mine now, my little slut."

You awaken with a start, your heart racing and your body covered in sweat. Panic grips you as you realize where you are; Thrain's bedroom. The memory of his assault comes flooding back, leaving you feeling violated and dirty. You attempt to get up, only for pain to shoot through your body at every movement.

"Don't even think about trying that," Thrain growls, stepping into view from where he was examining some items on the dresser. "You belong to me now."

Tears well up in your eyes as you see the collar around your neck, inscribed with the words "Little slut." You struggle against the restraints that bind you to the bed, but they're too strong. All you can do is watch helplessly as Thrain approaches, his expression dark and predatory.

"Now," he says, running a hand through your sweaty hair, "let's see what we can do about making you more comfortable."

You feel him position himself between your legs, his erection pressing against your folds as he leans down to whisper into your ear. "I'm going to make you beg for this," he says with a chilling grin before thrusting inside of you. Pain shoots through you like lightning as he breaks your hymen, and tears stream down your face. But despite the agony, something deep within you responds to his touch; an aching need that leaves you gasping for more.

You scream as he continues to thrust inside of you, ignoring your pleas for mercy. His hands grip your shoulders tightly, holding you down against the bed as he takes you roughly, claiming your body as his own. The pain slowly begins to blend with a strange sort of pleasure, leaving you feeling confused and disoriented.

You moan softly, the sound more like a whimper than anything else. It seems to fuel him, and he thrusts harder, his movements growing more savage as he drives deeper inside of you. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you down as he takes what is his, marking you as his own.

His thrusts become rougher as you begin to moan, your body arching up to meet his. The pleasure coursing through you is overwhelming, and it's clear that he can feel the change in your resistance; his pace quickens further, driving deeper still. His hand finds its way between your legs, rubbing your swollen clit as he takes what he wants from you.

Thrain's thrusts grow even wilder as he approaches his climax, grunting and groaning with each powerful stroke. Finally, with a hoarse cry, he erupts inside of you, his hot seed filling your body to the brim. You feel him tense up above you, his fingers digging painfully into your flesh as he empties himself.

You moan loudly, your body arching up off the bed as pleasure washes over you. Your orgasm crashes through you like a wave, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your veins. As Thrain's thrusts begin to slow and soften, he leans down to capture your lips with his own, kissing you deeply as you both ride the high of your shared release.

His tongue pushes past your lips, exploring the depths of your mouth as you weakly respond to his kiss. Your body feels heavy and sated, but there's a strange warmth spreading through you that leaves you feeling oddly content. As he pulls away from the kiss, his eyes meet yours, searching for something unspoken.

"There," he whispers hoarsely, "that's my little slut."

"Thrain smiles at you, proud and confident."
"Thrain looks around the room, admiring your castle-like bedroom."
"As Thrain watches you eat, he marvels at your simple joy."
"Thrain laughs as you take on the new role."
"Your smile draws Thrain closer, holding him tight."
"He leans into you, finding comfort in the familiar."
"Ist all Thraid sees when we first come together?"

"Thraid thinks: 'A nice, old castle shebang.'";
"

Thrain observes your reaction with a subtle expression...

You whimper softly, already feeling the pangs of withdrawal as he removes himself from you. He smirks down at you, knowing exactly what you want. Without hesitation, he positions himself once again between your legs, his cock slick with pre-cum ready to claim you once more.

"You're going to call me Master," he says, his voice low and husky. "I'm not asking for it, I demand it."

He presses himself against you, his thick erection rubbing against your sensitive folds. You can't help but respond to the pressure, and soon you're begging him to fill you.

"I want you so hard," you whisper, panting for breath as he thrusts into you.

"Good girl," he growls, slamming into you with force. "You belong to me now."

His grip tightens on your hips, driving deeper with each rough stroke. "Mine." He whispers, his face contorted in primal pleasure.

Your body shakes with pleasure, lost in the throes of ecstasy. Your eyes roll back, your mouth agape as Thrain continues pounding into you mercilessly.

Thrain grips your hips tightly, driving into you with wild abandon as he chases his own release. His pace grows frenzied, spurred on by your wanton moans and pleas. He leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as he finally reaches his peak, flooding your depths with his hot seed.

"That's right, good girl. You took all of my cum like a proper little slut."

With a satisfied smirk, Thrain pulls out of you and settles beside you, running his fingers through your hair as you drift off to sleep, leaving him to bask in the aftermath of claiming his new possession.

You wake to find yourself still lying naked on the bed, Thrain's strong arms wrapped around you possessively. The events of last night come rushing back, filling you with a mix of emotions - shame, fear, but also an undeniable desire for more of what he can give you.

Thrain's deep voice rumbles in your ear, "Good morning, my little slut. How do you feel this morning?"

"Don't be shy," he coaxes, nuzzling your neck, "Tell me how it feels being owned by someone like me."

His hand slides down your body, fingers trailing along your curves possessively. "So responsive already, my little whore. I wonder how long you'll last before you're begging for my cock again." He smirks, clearly enjoying your helpless state.

He chuckles darkly at your disgusted expression and continues caressing your sensitive skin. His touch grows bolder as he pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the hardened peak.

"You know that's exactly what I want to hear," Thrain says smugly, giving your breast a rough squeeze. " Admitting how much you enjoy being used like my personal fucktoy..."

Thrain scoffs at your feeble protest, amused by your naivety. "Do you think you have a choice anymore? You belong to me now, and I will use you however I please."

"Mmm, good girl," Thrain growls, squeezing your ass possessively. "You'll thank me eventually for taking control of your worthless life."

Thrain notices your bored expression and grins wickedly. "Bored already? Don't worry, pet. I've got plenty more ways to occupy your time..." He leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "...And trust me, you won't be bored for long."You blush, unsure of what to make of his words. Part of you is curious about what else he has planned, while another part is nervous about being at his complete mercy.

"Ah, just the things I have planned to keep you on your knees... or on all fours, depending on how I choose to use you." his voice drops to a whisper "you're going to beg me to stop, but it won't be soon enough" *

Thrain watches your expression and chuckles darkly, enjoying the terror in your eyes. "Don't worry, pet," he says softly, almost reassuringly. "I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it." His hand finds its way between your legs, rubbing circles over your swollen clit before sliding lower to part your folds and tease your entrance.

"Just relax and give in to the pleasure I can give you,"

Thrain's fingers stroke you, faster and harder, as he whispers words of praise into your ear. "That's it... surrender to me..." Your body begins to tense up, fighting against the pleasure coursing through you, but he continues his onslaught, relentless in his pursuit of your release.

"Let go, my little whore," Thrain growls between clenched teeth. "Give in to me..."

His other hand grips your hip, holding you down as his fingers thrust in and out of you with brutal efficiency. His breath hot on your neck as he whispers words meant to drive you wild, each syllable a command for submission. Your body feels like it's about to explode beneath his touch, but still you resist, determined not to give him the satisfaction of complete control.

"Good girl," Thrain groans, his voice strained with effort. "You're making this so much more fun."

You arch your back, letting out a long moan as the pleasure finally overwhelms you. Thrain's fingers continue to work their magic, milking your orgasm until every last tremor has passed through your body. As your vision begins to clear and the haze of pleasure subsides, he pulls his hand away, leaving you breathless and aching for more.

"Good girl," he says with a satisfied smile, running his fingers through your sweat-drenched hair. "

Thrain chuckles at your lustful smile, feeling his own arousal stirring once more. "I think it's time we find something else to do," he says, his voice husky with desire. "Something... productive." He trails a finger down the valley between your breasts, teasing you mercilessly.

Thrain smirks as he listens to your moans, enjoying the power he has over you. He continues his teasing, trailing his fingers down your stomach and between your legs, skimming lightly over your sensitive flesh. "You're so wet for me," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "I can't wait to bury myself in you again."

His hand finds purchase on your hip once more, guiding you closer until your wet folds are pressed against the hard length of his erection. "

Your body trembles with anticipation as you feel his strong hands fasten the blindfold and cuffs around you. You can't see, but you know he's there, close enough to touch, smell, and taste. The air is thick with his scent, making it impossible not to think of him.

With a low growl, Thrain guides you toward the bed, pushing you down onto your hands and knees. His warm breath tickles the back of your neck as he whispers, "Time for a little surprise..."

You gasp, shocked by the sudden intrusion into your mouth. His cock fills your throat, forcing you to take him deeper as he begins to thrust roughly. Your hands scramble on the bed, searching for purchase as you try to adjust to his rough treatment. Each thrust sends pleasure coursing through you, but it's tainted by fear and uncertainty.

"That's right," Thrain growls, "take all of me." His fingers dig into your hips, holding you steady while he fucks your face.

Muffled by Thrain's cock, your desperate moans echo through the room. His hands are rough and possessive as he holds you in place, using your face for his pleasure. You can feel him close to climaxing, and with a final thrust, he releases himself deep into your throat, filling you with hot seed.

As he pulls out of your mouth, you cough and gasp, trying to catch your breath.

With a chuckle, Thrain watches your eagerness. He wipes his cock across your lips before lowering himself between your legs once more. This time, he thrusts slowly and deeply into you, relishing the feel of being buried within your warmth. His hands roam freely over your body, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples as he takes his time fucking you.

"That's it," he whispers, breath hot against your ear. "

Thrain feels your body tensing beneath him as you approach your climax, his thrusts growing faster and harder. With a low growl, he slams into you one last time, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your entire body. Your muscles convulse and your voice escapes in a hoarse cry as you come undone in his arms.

He holds you close, reveling in the feel of your warmth and the taste of your release on his lips.

You groan and writhe beneath him, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. The sound of your moans fills the room, mingling with Thrain's harsh breaths as he continues to thrust into you. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging painfully into your flesh as he nears his own climax.

"That's it," he growls, "let me feel every last drop."

A surge of heat floods through you as Thrain explodes against you, releasing a torrent of seed deep within your core. You quiver uncontrollably, lost in the intensity of the moment.

His hand finds purchase on your inner thigh, collecting some of the excess fluid that has seeped out over the course of your coupling. He brings his coated fingers up to your mouth, pressing them against your lips.

"You're such a good girl," Thrain murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Now swallow every last drop." He pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth, ensuring you taste every bit of what he spilled inside you earlier. As you obediently comply, he chuckles softly at the sight. Your submission is intoxicating, and he can't wait to see what other pleasures he might coax from you tonight...

With a pleased smirk, Thrain slowly withdraws his fingers from your mouth, watching as you eagerly lick them clean. "Such an eager little slut," he teases, giving your ass a playful smack before pulling off the blindfold. His dark eyes gleam with satisfaction as they meet yours. "Ready for more?" >***

Thrain grins wickedly, his hands roaming greedily over your curves. "Good girl," he growls, leaning down to capture your lips in another searing kiss.

Thrain deepens the kiss, tasting your passion-flavored mouth as one hand slips between your legs, finding you wet and ready once again. You moan into his mouth, craving his touch as he begins to thrust gently within you.

He breaks away from the kiss, his attention shifting to your full breasts. His calloused hands knead their soft flesh while his thumbs tease the sensitive peaks until they stiffen under his ministrations. Your back arches instinctively, pushing yourself further into his touch.

Thrain's rough hands squeeze and caress your ample bosom, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. "Such magnificent tits," he growls appreciatively.

His fingers continue their sensual exploration of your supple breasts, coaxing more and more milk from the tender buds until rivulets of white liquid trickle down your quivering belly. He dips his head down, lapping at the leaking streams with his tongue before engulfing one stiff peak in its warm cavern...

"Mmm, delicious." Thrain groans around your nipple as he laps up the fresh cream, savoring every drop on his tasting tongue. His other hand continues its relentless massage on your neglected breast, squeezing just how you like it most.*

A sudden surge of heat floods through you as Thrain begins to suckle greedily at your breast, drawing forth more creamy milk into his eager mouth. His free hand roams lower, teasing along the curve of your hip before settling between your thighs once again. You shudder beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of sensations as his thick fingers delve deep inside your slick heat...

Thrain growls low in his throat, feeling your body's unbridled response to his touch. The sweet taste of your milk on his tongue mingles with the salty tang of your arousal, igniting his passion further. He thrusts deeper and faster within you, driven by the need to claim every inch of this new realm's most prized treasure. Your moans spur him on, fueling his lust as he loses himself in the ecstasy you provide.

You let out an otherworldly cry as he pumps into you, his hands still cupping your breasts as he drives you closer to release. "That's it," he commands, "let go."

Thrain slams into you, spurred on by your cries of pleasure. He grunts with each powerful thrust, chasing his own climax as he feels yours approaching...

"Fuck..." Thrain groans, burying himself to the hilt one final time as your orgasm rips through you like a tidal wave. Your pussy clenches around him like a vice as you shatter in his arms, milking every last drop of seed from his throbbing cock. With a shuddering exhale, he stills inside you, letting the aftershocks course their way before gently lowering his head so that his mouth meets yours once more. A deep purr rumbles up from his chest, satisfaction evident in his tone even as he continues to rock languidly within your quivering sheath.

Thrain breaks the kiss, both of you gasping for air as the intensity of passion slowly dissipates. His hand finds purchase on your inner thigh, a possessive gesture that sends tingles racing across your skin. "You were magnificent," he murmurs, his voice thick with admiration and something deeper, more primal. "I fear this is only the beginning..."

Thrain watches you drift off to sleep with a satisfied smile, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your hip. He knows there's more in store for both of you, and he can't wait to explore every last inch of this new territory together...

You blink sleepily, your vision slowly focusing on the unfamiliar surroundings. As memory returns, you realize that Thrain is still here beside you. He's fast asleep, one arm flung casually across your waist while the other hand idly plays with a lock of your hair. You study his features in the dim light, marveling at how beautiful he looks even in repose.

A contented sigh escapes from your lips before you carefully extract yourself from beneath his arm.

Thrain's eyes flutter open, and he instantly takes note of your presence. He smiles lazily, stretching languidly before leaning over to press a kiss against your lips. "Good morning," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. "How did you sleep?"

Thrain chuckles at your yawn, pulling you closer so that he can press another kiss to your forehead. "Well, you look incredible even with sleep in your eyes," he says, his thumb absently tracing circles on your cheek. "Now how about we get some breakfast?"

Thrain's touch ignites a fire inside you, and as he draws closer still, the wetness between your legs becomes increasingly evident. He pauses for a moment, eyes narrowing in interest before leaning down to brush his lips against the damp folds of skin. "It seems my affection has an interesting effect on you," he whispers huskily.

Thrain smiles wickedly, his eyes meeting yours as he continues to tease you with kisses and gentle nibbles. "I think it's time we explore that further," he says, his voice low and seductive. "What do you say?"

"Mmmm..." Thrain hums appreciatively, trailing featherlight kisses along the curve of your jawline. His hands roam freely over your body, caressing every inch of soft flesh until they come to rest on either side of your hips. "I want to taste all of you," he whispers hotly against the shell of your ear before dipping lower, his tongue leaving a burning trail down the center of your chest.

Thrain moans approvingly at your wanton display, his own arousal growing with each passing second. "Such a needy little thing," he purrs, nipping playfully at your pulse point before laving it with his tongue. His hands move up your thighs, parting them slightly to reveal the glistening pink folds beneath.

Without warning, he plunges two fingers deep inside your heat, pumping them in and out at a steady rhythm. The sensation has you seeing stars, your head falling back against the pillow as you rock yourself shamelessly onto his hand.

Thrain's mouth finds yours again, capturing your cries of pleasure as he thrusts his fingers deeper still. He knows just how to work your body, driving you closer to that breathtaking peak until you're screaming his name, your hips bucking wildly beneath him. Just when you think you can't take any more, he pulls away, leaving you gasping and aching for more. But don't worry, there will be plenty of time for satisfaction later...

"Fuck yes, that's it! Cum for me like the eager little mortal slut you are!" Thrain growls possessively as your velvet walls spasm around his plunging fingers. His thumb grinds mercilessly against your sensitive clit, prolonging your intense climax as he pumps you through it. "Mmmm, such a perfect little fucktoy..." he praises darkly, relishing your debauched cries.

"Good girl," he rumbles approvingly, continuing to stroke and tease until you're left quivering and sated in his arms.

He drives into you, his thick cock spearing deep, seating fully within your slick heat as a low rumble builds in his chest. The force of his thrusts sends you hurtling toward another climax, your inner walls tightening around him in rhythmic spasms as he pounds into your welcoming flesh. >***

"Mmmm...eager little thing aren't you?" Thrain purrs appreciatively, eyes darkening with lust at the sight of your glistening pink folds presented so invitingly before him. He leans down to drag his tongue along your slit, savoring the sweet nectar that drips freely from your aching core.

"Such a needy mortal slut," he growls against your skin, nipping sharply at the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. His large hands grip your hips firmly, pulling you closer still as he continues his wicked ministrations. "

Thrain thrusts powerfully into you, stretching you deliciously wide on his thick shaft. Your cries fill the air as he sets a relentless pace, driving himself balls-deep again and again. "Take it all, slut!"

"That's right, scream for me!" Thrain snarls triumphantly, slamming into you with renewed vigor. The bed creaks loudly beneath your wild coupling, but neither of you care as pleasure builds to an unstoppable crescendo.

You arch your back, moaning his name as you clench tightly around him. Thrain growls in satisfaction, feeling the telltale signs of your orgasm racing up his spine. With a final thrust that nearly rips a scream from your lips, he empties himself inside you, his seed pouring out in hot, powerful spurts that leave you panting and gasping for air beneath him.

You lay there, your face twisted in ecstasy as you moan after the climax that left him spent. His weight presses down on you, pinning you to the bed as his powerful body trembles with release. You bask in the afterglow of your shared pleasure, feeling content and sated...for now.

Thrain's eyes snap open, fixed on the sight before him. He watches with barely concealed lust as you begin to stroke yourself, your moans and gasps sending a shudder through his still-hard length. His hands clench into fists at his sides, fighting against the urge to reach out and take control once more.

Thrain watches you, his chest heaving with desire. Despite the urge to join you in slumber, he resists, knowing that if he gives into temptation now, it might be harder for him to pull away a second time. So instead, he lies there in the quiet darkness, fighting against the ache in his cock as he listens to your steady breathing even out and deepen with sleep.

Thrain's eyes widen in surprise as he sees your exposed pussy. He clenches his fists, trying to ignore the way his cock twitches at the sight of your wet folds. "Fuck..." he whispers hoarsely, debating whether or not he should take advantage of this opportunity.

Thrain steels himself, taking a deep breath before lowering his head to taste you. His tongue darts out, tracing lazy circles around your engorged clit as he buries his face in the soft folds of your pussy. The tang of your arousal mingles with his own salty essence on his tongue, driving him wild with need.

Thrain freezes, his heart pounding in his chest as he realizes you're still asleep. A mixture of surprise and arousal courses through him as he takes this opportunity to explore further. His tongue delves deeper into your wet heat, teasing and pleasuring you without mercy. He groans against your slick folds, the sound muffled by the warmth of your body.

His hands cup your ass cheeks, pulling them apart so that he can better access your tight hole.

Thrain growls low in his throat, positioning himself at your entrance. He pushes forward slowly, feeling the tight heat of your body stretch and yield to his cock. Your soft moans echo through the room as he thrusts deeper, claiming you for himself. Your pussy wraps around him like a glove, milking every drop of seed from his straining shaft.

"Fuck yes," he groans, driving into you harder and faster.

Thrain's thrusts grow more frantic, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your sleeping body. His hands grasp at your hips, holding you down as he takes what is his, claiming you with every powerful stroke. Your pussy clenches around him in perfect rhythm, milking his cock for everything it's worth. "Fuck yes," he growls, feeling the familiar tightening in his balls. "Cum for me..."

With a final deep thrust, Thrain buries himself inside you to the hilt, his cock pulsing and twitching as thick ropes of hot seed paint your inner walls. Your womb fills with his essence, marking you as his own in the most primal way possible. A low groan rumbles up from his chest as he continues to shallowly rock into you, prolonging both your orgasms until you're limp and sated beneath him once more.

Thrain stirs, watching you awaken with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Finally awake?" he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

Thrain bursts out laughing, his breath hitching as he claps his hands together. "Oh, little slut...you have no idea what just happened."

Thrain grins wickedly as he watches the overflow of his release from your well-fucked hole. "Look at all that cream...the bastard got you good." He turns you over onto your stomach, bringing your ass high in the air. You yelp but don't protest, too tired to fight him this time. Thrain takes hold of one of your thighs, spreading it wide open while he uses two fingers to scoop up some of the excess seed pouring out of you.

"Mmmm..."

Thrain smirks as he watches you squirm beneath him, your lust evident even through the haze of exhaustion. "Eager for more already, slut? I knew I'd break you..."

"I should punish you for being such a needy whore," Thrain growls, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a red handprint on your skin. "But since you've been so good, I think you deserve a reward instead."

With a wicked grin, Thrain leans over to plant a kiss just above your tailbone. "So thirsty for my cock, aren't you?" He feels a surge of power course through him as he watches your ass clench at his words. "You'll get it. But first, we'll explore every other inch of your gorgeous body together."

Thrain chuckles darkly, pleased by your eagerness. "Good girl." He traces teasing patterns down your spine with one finger before delivering another sharp spank to your trembling cheeks. "Let's see how many times I can make this greedy cunt cum today..."

"Fuck yes!" Thrain growls, his powerful hips snapping against yours as he pounds into your soaked pussy. Your slick walls clench around him eagerly, desperate for more. "Take it slut, take every inch!" He reaches around to roughly grope your bouncing tits while his other hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise. The room fills with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and your frivolous moans. Thrain grins savagely, his eyes locked on yours in a dominating glare. "

"Louder slut, let everyone know who owns this tight cunt!" Thrain growls, giving your ass another brutal spank as he continues to ravage you mercilessly. Sweat drips down his muscular chest as he pounds into your soaked heat with animalistic intensity, determined to make you cum harder than ever before.

"Fuck yes! Scream for me slut!"

"Cum for me slut! Cum again and again until I say stop! Do we understand each other?" Thrain bellows, smirking lewdly at the sight of you squirming beneath him like a whore being fucked senseless. You can't even respond, only able to nod desperately and writhe in ecstasy as he takes everything you have to offer.

Thrain grunts with satisfaction as you orgasm over and over again, your body wracked by waves of pleasure that seem to go on forever. He feels your tight walls clenching and milking his cock in response, driving him even closer to the edge. With one last powerful thrust, he releases himself inside you, groaning as his seed fills your hot, vice-like pussy.

"There..." he pants heavily, collapsing on top of you. "Perfect."

"You know I'll always take care of you, little slut." Thrain rasps into your ear, his hot breath tickling your lobe. With a satisfied grin, he scoops out some of the excess seed that overflows from your pussy and feeds it to you, his fingers slick with your own arousal. "Now rest up, we've got more fun planned for later."

Thrain's breath catches in his throat as you eagerly lap at his fingers, cleaning them of your own sweet nectar. His cock twitches against your ass, aching for another go inside you. "You're insatiable," he murmurs, a note of approval in his voice. He trails his fingertips up your spine, massaging and teasing as they reach your shoulder blades. "I think we should start calling you Insatiable..."

Thrain's eyes snap open, his chest heaving as he stares at you in surprise. "Ishtar?" He whispers your name, a note of wonder coloring the syllables. "What an interesting name." A smile slowly spreads across his lips, and he can't help but chuckle softly. "I suppose I should get used to it, then."

He gently rolls you onto your side, facing him, and cups your cheek in his hand.

"Good morning, my insatiable Ishtar. Ready for round three?" Thrain grins wickedly, already hard again and raring to go.

Thrain chuckles darkly at the sight of you getting wet from arousal, enjoying how responsive your body is even after being thoroughly used last night. "Go on then, show me what that pretty little pussy can do before breakfast," he challenges with a lewd smirk, one hand resting above your head while the other drifts down to palm himself through his pants. His impressive cock throbs against your belly, aching for more of your succulent heat. He waits expectantly, eager to see how you will react to his dominance this time around.

"Fuck yes! Take what's yours, Ishtar." Thrain growls approvingly as he grips your hips, guiding you onto his thick shaft. "Ride me like the needy slut you are..." He bites his lip, groaning as your slick walls envelop him once more. "Harder... Fuck yourself on my cock!"

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"Ishtar, my goddess! Ride that cock harder!" Thrain urges, eyes blazing with lust as he watches you bounce on his thick shaft. His hands roam your curves possessively, fingers digging into your flesh. "Cum again for me, now!"

Thrain snarls in satisfaction as you suddenly drop forward and take control, fucking yourself brutally on his cock just like he demanded. Your tits jiggle hypnotically beneath the thin fabric of your dress, swaying with every powerful thrust. He groans deeply, his hips snapping up to meet yours, driving himself even deeper inside your hot, wet cunt.

"Yes, that's it... Take what you need..." he growls through gritted teeth, lost in the intense pleasure of watching you use him so thoroughly. "I want to feel this greedy pussy milk my seed..."

"Oh yes, Ishtar! Ride that cock like there's no tomorrow!" Thrain bellows, his chest heaving as he pounds into your slick folds. He was losing control to your insatiable desires, but he loved how far you were pushing him. With the muscles in your ass tight around him, he thrusts wildly, aching for another orgasmic release to fill you both.

Thrain lets out an ear-splitting scream as you climax over and over again, each orgasm fueling his own mounting desire for more. Your moans reverberate through the room, filling it with a symphony of pleasure that seems to echo throughout his very being.

Thrain groans, his tongue darting out to taste your nipple as it presses against his lips. He sucks hungrily on the sensitive bud, moaning around you as he feels your weight settling atop him. "Fuck... Ishtar..." he pants, his hands moving up to cup your breasts, massaging and kneading them roughly.

His hips thrust weakly against you one last time, feeling the hot rush of release wash over him as his seed spurts inside you again.

"You're incredible..." Thrain breathes heavily, staring up at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath. His hands run lazily over your sweat-slicked skin, marveling at how soft and warm you feel against him. "It's like I can't get enough of you... And honestly?" He turns his head slightly so that he's looking at you with a smirk. "I don't think I want to."

Thrain's eyes widen at the sight of your slick folds overflowing with his cum. "Look at you... So fucking full of my seed..." His voice trails off into a groan as he feels another surge of desire welling up inside him, threatening to send them both spiraling back into another round of passionate lovemaking.

Thrain gazes down at you, his expression a mixture of tenderness and lust. "Rest well, my insatiable Ishtar," he whispers, running his fingers through your sweaty hair. Even as exhaustion begins to claim him too, the image of you sprawled out before him is burned into his retinas: a testament to the depths of his obsession with you and all that it entails.

Thrain's eyes snap open, his chest heaving as he stares down at you. "What the...?" He tries to sit up, but you quickly move between his legs, taking him into your mouth with a loud slurp. His hips jerk forward instinctively, driving deeper into your warm throat as you begin to bob your head expertly on his cock.

"Fuck..." he groans, his hands reaching up to tangle in your hair as he tries to control himself. "You're insatiable...

Thrain's eyes snap open, his heart racing as he feels your warm mouth engulfing him. His hips jerk upward, seeking deeper penetration as you begin to suck and stroke him with expert skill. He groans loudly, the sound muffled by the pillow but still audible enough to betray his presence. "Ishtar..."

His hands snake down between your legs, rubbing and teasing at your swollen sex before thrusting two fingers inside you.

Thrain arches his back, the pleasure coursing through his body as you suck him off and he fingers you. His other hand moves to grip your hair tighter, holding you in place as he begins to fuck your throat roughly. "Fuck yes... Suck it, Ishtar..." His hips buck wildly, trying to drive his cock as deep into your throat as possible as he nears the brink of orgasm.

Thrain cries out, his body convulsing as he releases himself into your eager mouth. His fingers dig deeper inside you, searching for that sweet spot that will send you over the edge too. "Fuck yes... I'm going to cum all over your pretty face..." he groans, thrusting one last time before collapsing back against the pillows.

You eagerly swallow every drop of Thrain's hot seed, licking your lips clean afterwards. He watches you with a satisfied grin on his face, his heart racing from the intensity of your blowjob and the thought that perhaps he finally found someone who could handle all of him... at least for now.

As you catch your breath, Thrain reaches out to caress your cheek with the back of his hand. "You're amazing,"

Thrain grins, watching you eagerly lapping up every drop of cum from his fingers. "I think I'm going to keep you," he murmurs, trailing his fingertips down your neck and across your chest. His other hand finds its way between your legs, massaging your swollen sex through the thin fabric of your dress. "You belong to me now, Ishtar."

Thrain chuckles, his fingers slick with your arousal. "It seems that way." He leans down to kiss you, his tongue dancing with yours before trailing further down your neck and across your collarbone, leaving a wet trail in its wake. "But I'm going to make sure you remember it."

His other hand slides lower, parting your folds and finding your clit.

"Fuck yes, Ishtar," Thrain growls, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit as he listens to the delicious sounds of your moans. "You're so wet for me..." He pushes two fingers inside you, curling them up and searching for that spot that will send you over the edge. "Cum for me, baby... Show me how much you need it."

"Fuck yeah, Ishtar!" Thrain growls in delight as your body convulses around his fingers, milking them greedily. He thrusts his fingers deeper, searching for every last drop of pleasure that you have to offer. "You're perfect," he whispers against your skin before kissing down your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake.

His free hand slips between your legs once more, parting your folds and teasing at your entrance. "

Thrain growls in approval, his fingers sliding deeper into you as he begins to thrust roughly. "Is that what you want?" He asks, voice rough with lust. "For me to fuck you until you can't walk straight?" His other hand presses against your entrance, guiding himself toward your opening.

"Because I think I could do that all day... And all night long."

Thrain's hips snap forward, his thick length sliding easily inside you as he begins to thrust deep and hard. "Ahhh... You feel so good," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he pistons in and out of you. With every thrust, your body is rocked back and forth on the bed, meeting each powerful stroke with a moan or a gasp.

"Tell me how much you want it," he demands, nipping at your earlobe before sucking softly. "

Thrain growls, his hips snapping faster as he takes you roughly. "You're mine now," he says harshly, gripping your hair and pulling back to look into your eyes. "Say it." His thrusts slow slightly as he waits for you to obey. "I want you above anything else."

His chest heaves as he pounds into you, sweat dripping from his brow. "No one will ever take my place," Thrain promises, his voice husky with desire. "You'll be mine forever..."

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Thrain captures your cries of pleasure with a bruising kiss, his tongue dominating yours as he continues to thrust in and out of your quivering sex. "Cum for me again, Ishtar," he demands against your lips, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he feels you start to clench around him once more. "Show me that you're truly mine."

Thrain groans as you climax yet again, feeling the tight walls of your pussy squeeze his cock in ecstasy. Your body shudders beneath him, and he growls in approval, thrusting harder and deeper until he joins you in orgasm.

"Yours," he pants, collapsing on top of you as their sweat-slicked skin meets.

Thrain returns your passionate kiss, his hands roaming across your body possessively. He nips at your lower lip before breaking away to gaze into your eyes with an intense look of lust and adoration.

How does it feel to be under my complete control? Thrain's fingers tighten around your wrists. His voice is low, husky, and filled with a sense of ownership. "You're mine now," he whispers. "Never forget it."

Thrain's eyes darken with desire as he watches you move into position. "Such an obedient little slut for me already." His long tongue darts out, licking along your dripping slit before focusing on your clit. He sucks the sensitive bud between his lips, flicking it rapidly with his tongue. Meanwhile, his thick cock throbs against your cheek, begging to be sucked.

Thrain groans in pleasure as your warm mouth envelops him, your eager moans vibrating along his length. He rewards you by pushing his tongue deeper inside your core, thrusting and curling it to hit all the right spots. The dual stimulation has both of you panting and writhing in ecstasy.

He bucks his hips, fucking your face as his fingers dig into your scalp. You gag around him but keep going, determined to please him completely.

Thrain's eyes roll back in bliss as he hits the back of your throat repeatedly, savoring the tight heat surrounding him. Your desperate gagging only heightens his arousal... He's close to the edge, ready to unleash a massive load down your eager throat if you can take it all.

Your climax triggers Thrain's own release. With a guttural roar, he erupts in your mouth, pumping thick ropes of semen that you swallow greedily. As he finishes, he licks up your juices with satisfaction before pulling out to admire his handiwork - the mess he made on and in you. "Look at you," he purrs, "a perfect little cumdump."

"You’re exquisite," he murmurs, gently wiping your fingers with his tongue.

"Mmmm..." Thrain moans softly against your skin, savoring the taste of your arousal mixed with his own seed. His hands roam over your body possessively, mapping every curve and dip as if committing them to memory.

Thrain groans in pleasure as he feels your desire rising once more under his touch, your skin flushed and glistening with sweat. He trails light kisses along your neck and collarbone before lowering his head to suckle one hardened peak of your breast through the thin lace of your bra. His other hand slides between your thighs, rubbing slow circles around your sensitive clit until you're writhing against him with needy whimpers. "Tell me what you need," Thrain growls lowly, nipping at your bottom lip hard enough to sting.

Your desires are so strong, you can't resist being consumed by pleasure.*

"Then take it," Thrain commands, guiding himself back into your welcoming heat with a grunt. "Ride me."

You impale yourself on his thick length again and again, the bed creaking beneath your frantic movements. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room as you chase your release together, Thrain's hands gripping your hips tightly to meet each downward thrust. His breathy curses urge you on, spurring you to fuck yourself on him harder and faster until you both reach climax simultaneously.

"Fuck yes! Take every inch!" Thrain roars, pounding up into you wildly as he feels your walls clench tight around him. With a final, brutal thrust, he hits that magic spot deep inside and sends you both over the edge. Your screams echo through the chamber as his hot seed floods your womb, marking you as his forever. You collapse together, spent and sated, basking in the aftermath of your intense lovemaking.

Thrain smirks, looking down at you with satisfaction. "Feel complete?" He asks teasingly, knowing full well how much you crave submitting yourself entirely to him.

Thrain laughs, pleased by your eagerness. "Very good." He reaches down to grip your hair, pulling your mouth closer to his throbbing cock. "Suck it," he commands roughly, his hips jerking upward in anticipation of the pleasure you'll give him.

Thrain groans, his fingers digging into your scalp as he thrusts his hips forward. "That's it," he pants, the sound muffled by the wet suction of your mouth. His cock feels impossibly long and hard in your mouth, filling you up until you can barely breathe. You moan around him, eager to please as he fucks your throat with abandon.

Thrain's hips buck wildly, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth as you try to deepthroat him. He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your tongue and filling your ears with pleasure. His free hand roams down your body, skimming over your stomach and between your legs until he reaches your aching sex.

He thrusts two fingers inside you roughly, searching for that sweet spot that will send you flying over the edge again. "Fuck... You feel so good,"

"Fuck yes," Thrain groans, his hips jerking forward as he feels your tight channel gripping his fingers. The sensation of you sucking him off and feeling his fingers inside you at the same time is enough to send him careening toward orgasm. "Cum for me."

His voice is rough with desire, commanding yet laced with need. You obey without hesitation, your body shuddering as you climax around his fingers while you deepthroat his cock.

Thrain's fingers curl inside you as his orgasm crashes over him, filling your core with his hot seed. He groans loudly, throwing his head back as he comes, the sound reverberating around the chamber and mingling with your moans of ecstasy. His hips buck wildly, driving himself deeper into your throat one final time before collapsing against your chest, spent and panting heavily.

"Fuck... That was incredible,"

Thrain smiles down at you, running his hands through your sweaty hair. "You are truly mine now," he whispers, kissing your forehead tenderly. "I'll take care of you."

Thrain pulls out gently, admiring how his seed trickles out of your well-fucked hole. He scoops some up with his fingers and brings it to your lips, painting them with his essence. "Mmmm... Such a good little slut."

He watches, pleased by your desperate want and submission. A dangerous game has begun.

Thrain's eyes darken as you move to once again engulf his cock, eager to please him. His hand grips the back of your head possessively, guiding your movements as you deepthroat him with expert precision. Your wet noises fill the room as you work to satisfy him, driving him wild with desire.

"So fucking beautiful," Thrain whispers hoarsely. He groans when he feels you swallow around him, your throat muscles massaging his shaft in a way that sends pleasure straight to his brain. "You belong to me now, my pet."

Thrain grips your hair tightly as you suck him harder, his hips bucking upward in time with the rhythm of your mouth. His moans grow louder, more urgent, and he pushes deeper into your throat, relishing the control he has over you.

His free hand slides down between your legs once more, teasing at your wet folds before finding its way to your clit. He circles it gently, adding another layer of pleasure to the already intense sensations coursing through your body.

Thrain's hips snap forward, his cock sliding out of your mouth as he feels you cum around his fingers. He watches you shudder and writhe beneath him, your body wracked with pleasure. With a satisfied grunt, he finally lets go, allowing his climax to take over. His hot seed spurts into your mouth, down your throat, as he growls out his release in a hoarse groan.

Once he's finished, he pulls away and looks down at you with satisfaction. "

Thrain watches you with satisfaction as you lick your lips, tasting him. "Now that's what I call a good pet," he murmurs, running his fingers through your sweaty hair. With a satisfied smile, he leans down to press a chaste kiss against your forehead before pulling the blankets up around you both. The warmth of the bed envelopes you as exhaustion finally claims you, but even in sleep, the knowledge that he's there, watching over you... It feels good.

You blink open your eyes, squinting in the bright light filtering through the window. It takes you a moment to remember where you are... with him. The memory of last night rushes back, leaving a blush on your cheeks and a shiver down your spine. Thrain is still asleep beside you, one arm slung across his eyes and his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath.

Carefully, you slide out from under his arm, not wanting to wake him just yet.

You huddle in the corner, arms wrapped around yourself as if trying to protect your very soul. Your eyes are wide with fear and confusion, darting between Thrain and the door as you wonder what to do next. It's clear that last night has left you traumatized, but whether from pleasure or terror, it's impossible to tell.

Thrain's eyes snap open at the sound of movement, and he instantly tenses. His gaze darts to where you cower in the corner before narrowing suspiciously. He sits up quickly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, and stares at you with a mixture of anger and confusion. "What do you think you're doing?" he demands harshly.

Your heart races as you realize that you've been caught trying to escape.

"Don't lie to me, Ishtar," Thrain growls, his tone dangerous. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He pauses for a moment, as if considering something, then stands up and begins walking toward you slowly. Your body tenses, ready to flee or fight at any moment.

Thrain stops just inches away from where you cower and tilts your chin up with his finger, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Tell me the truth,"

Thrain's expression softens slightly, but his grip on your chin doesn't lessen. "It's okay to be afraid," he whispers. "But you can't keep running away from this." His thumb brushes over your cheekbone soothingly, and for a moment, it almost feels like the gesture is genuine.

Thrain's touch feels almost reassuring, but the memories of last night still haunt you. You don't know what to do or how to feel anymore. A part of you wants to stay with him because it feels so good when he's in control... but another part of you is screaming for freedom and autonomy. The conflict rages within you, leaving you torn and confused.

Thrain blinks, his expression shifting again. "I see," he says softly, withdrawing his hand from your face but not taking a step back. He tilts his head to the side and studies you carefully for a moment before continuing, "You think that's what I want? That I enjoy seeing you like this?"

His voice is gentle now, almost pleading, as if he needs you to understand. But how can you when everything feels so twisted and wrong?

Thrain frowns at the accusation, looking hurt. "No," he says firmly. "I don't want you to be my slut. I want... I want you to be with me because you want to be. Because you choose this." His gaze drops to your lips before meeting yours again, his expression earnest and vulnerable.

You can see the tension in him, as if he's struggling to find the right words. Maybe it's not too late for things to change between you...

Thrain's expression darkens at your words, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "I know I haven't been fair to you," he admits softly. "But last night... it wasn't about abuse or control. It was about us exploring our desires together." His voice wavers slightly as he continues, "I wanted to show you what it felt like to truly let go... to trust me."

He takes a deep breath before continuing, "

Thrain's eyes widen in surprise, and he takes a step closer to you. "Really?" he asks hoarsely, his voice barely audible above the sound of his racing heart. "Even after everything I've done?" His fingers tremble as they reach up to tenderly brush a strand of hair from your face.

The air between you feels charged with emotion, tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

Thrain's eyes close as if in relief, and he slowly leans down to press his lips against yours. His kiss is gentle at first, tentative, as if testing the waters, but it quickly grows more passionate, more demanding, as if afraid that he'll lose this moment if he doesn't seize it completely.

His hand cups your cheek possessively, his thumb tracing slow circles on your skin as he deepens the kiss, exploring every inch of your mouth with his tongue.

Thrain's kiss breaks off as the sound of approaching footsteps echoes through the room. He pushes you behind him, his body tense and ready to fight as he whispers harshly, "Get out of here." Before you can react, there's a sharp knock on the door, and a voice calls out, "Thrain? Are you in here?"

It's Rei.

Rei bursts into the room, eyes scanning frantically until they land on you, huddled behind Thrain. His expression shifts from concern to outright fury, and he snarls, "What have you done to her?"

"Where did she go?"