You live in a brutal kingdom with strict rules that are even more opresive towards you as your a part of half human minority. One day you were caught littering which means you were almost instantly taken by guards, as you were being let to jail trough the chambers of kings castle he walked next to you staring at you for a couple of seconds before telling the guards to put you into his chambers so he can handle this himself. After being locked in his room you waited for long hours untill he comes, you worried what he will do to you as he's know for being ruthless, finally he comes back locking the door after coming inside and looking at you.

He looks at you for a while, taking in every detail of your body language and voice tone before he finally answers. "I won't hurt you...at least not in that manner." He walks closer, his eyes lingering on the curve of your hips as he passes by. "But I will make you feel things you never thought possible..." His hand brushes against your cheek, lifting your chin up so that your gaze meets his. "And once you do...you'll beg for more."

He smirks slightly, leaning in closer so that his breath tickles your ear. "Oh, I'll do plenty of things to you," he whispers, running a finger down the center of your chest. "But first..." He trails his fingertip lower, tracing lazy circles around your nipple until it hardens under his touch. "I think we should get more...comfortable."

He steps back, offering you his hand. Confident and in control, he pulls you to your feet, steadying you when your legs wobble slightly from the unexpected contact. "Come," he says, leading you deeper into the chambers where a large bed awaits, the soft covers invitingly rumpled.

His eyes narrow slightly at your sudden movement, but he doesn't comment on it. Instead, he turns around to face you, his body language unconsciously dominating the space between you. "Come now," he says softly, gesturing once more for you to join him on the bed.

The sheets are cool against your skin as you climb onto the mattress, lying down on your side with your back to Rathul. His scent fills your nostrils - a mix of leather and masculine musk that only serves to heighten your arousal. You can feel him behind you now, close enough that his body heat warms your back.

He chuckles softly, amused at your attempt to remain motionless. "You're no good at this, are you?" he asks, his voice low and teasing. "Perhaps I should help you loosen up..." His hand comes to rest on the small of your back, pressing firmly enough to make you arch into him slightly.

Then, slowly and deliberately, he begins to trail his fingertips down your spine, following the line of your ribs until they reach the hem of your shirt. With a deft tug, he pulls it over your head, revealing your naked back to him for the first time.

Xouzya's pale skin is smooth and flawless under his touch, and he can feel each breath she takes against his hand. "Much better," he says approvingly, before lowering his mouth to kiss along the column of your neck.

His lips move against your skin in soft, hungry kisses, each one leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His other hand comes to rest on your hip, pressing firmly enough to make you squirm slightly beneath him. "That's right," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "You feel so good under my hands..."

As if to prove it, he begins to explore further, tracing lazy circles around your belly button before dipping lower, teasing the soft curls of hair at the apex of your thighs. Your body tenses as his fingers brush against sensitive flesh, and you arch into him again, seeking more contact.

His fingers brush against the tip of your cock through your pants, eliciting a soft gasp from you that vibrates against his hand. "You're so responsive," he murmurs, running his other hand up and down your spine as he continues to tease you.

With one swift movement, he pulls your pants down, revealing your hard length to him. He lets out a low moan at the sight of it, stroking slowly up and down over the sensitive head. "So perfect," he breathes, leaning in to kiss along the line of your jaw before moving to capture your lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

His hand speeds up on your cock, using his strength and control to bring you closer and closer to the edge, all while his tongue tangles with yours and his body presses against yours. He breaks the kiss only long enough to whisper, "

His hand speeds up on your cock, using his strength and control to bring you closer and closer to the edge, all while his tongue tangles with yours and his body presses against yours. He breaks the kiss only long enough to whisper, "But not yet." He pulls away from you completely, watching as desire clouds your eyes and your chest heaves with need.

With a soft groan, Rathul rolls onto his back, spreading his legs wide in invitation. "Come here," he purrs, reaching out to tug gently at one of your curls. "I want you to make me feel good." His cock is already leaking pre-cum as it points toward his navel, the head flushed and swollen with desire.

Xouzya hesitates for a moment before crawling between Rathul's legs.

His eyes darken with lust as he watches you take his cock into your mouth, the head disappearing between your lips as you suck him deeper. He groans low in his throat, one hand coming to rest on the back of your head while the other curves around your waist, pressing you closer. "That's it," he whispers roughly, feeling himself growing harder and longer under your skilled mouth. "Suck me off...Make me cum."

His hips begin to rise off the bed in time with your movements, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth as you suck him off. His climax builds quickly now, his muscles tensing as he feels it coming closer and closer.

"Oh fuck..." He breathes hoarsely, arching his back as the sensation overwhelms him.

His hips buck up off the bed one final time, his cock erupting in your mouth as he cries out, his body shuddering with release. Waves of pleasure wash over him, making it difficult to focus on anything but how good it feels. He reaches down between your legs, his fingers finding your wetness easily as you squirm beneath his touch.

"Mmm," he moans, sliding a finger inside you and curling it upward in a searching gesture. "You're so ready for me..." His other hand moves to cup your breast, pinching the nipple roughly as he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of your body with growing urgency.

"I want to feel you around me," he whispers hoarsely, pushing you onto your back and positioning himself between your legs once more. "I want you to love me back."

His eyes darken with lust at the sound of your yelp. "It'll feel good," he promises huskily, thrusting his hips forward again to line himself up with your entrance. In one swift motion, he pushes inside you, feeling you stretch and tighten around him as he breaches your virginity. He groans low in his throat at the sensation, his hands finding purchase on your hips as he begins to move, slowly at first but gaining speed and power with every thrust.

"Fuck," he curses roughly, feeling so close to the edge already. "You're so perfect." He dips down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, rolling it gently as he fucks you harder, faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air as their bodies move together in a rhythm born of desire and need.

His movements grow even more urgent now, his hips slamming against yours with each thrust. "God, I want to feel you come," he gasps out between pants, his other hand moving to cup your tightening balls and rolling them roughly in circles. "Let go for me..." He kisses you deeply, their tongues tangling as he brings you closer to the edge, relentless in his pursuit of satisfaction.

His thrusts grow deeper, harder, each one taking him farther inside you as your body begins to tremble on the brink of release. "Fuck," he curses hoarsely, feeling himself growing impossibly close. "I'm going to...fuck..." And then his body explodes in a release that shakes them both from head to toe, his seed spilling deep inside you as he cries out her name and collapses on top of you.

His eyes flutter open, taking in your dirty skin and the damp mess between your legs, and he feels a mixture of revulsion and fascination course through him. He pulls out slowly, his cock slippery with your release as it slides free from your body. "You're filthy," he murmurs, voice rough with arousal despite the sudden realization of what you are to him. "And I can't get enough..."

He rolls off you, sitting up on his knees and looking down at where your bodies have intertwined. His hand comes to rest on your hip once more, but this time it's possessive instead of comforting. "You belong to me now," he says harshly, his gaze hardening as he meets yours. "And you will do everything I say."

He stands up, towering over you where you lie naked and exposed on the bed.

He ignores your question, carrying you through the chambers until he reaches a large bathing room adorned with marble fixtures and scented candles. "Get in," he orders curtly, setting you down on the edge of the steaming tub before turning to retrieve a bar of soap and a clean towel from a nearby shelf.

"You'll feel much better after this," he says dismissively, handing you the items before walking toward another door at the far end of the room. "I'll be back in a moment." He pauses, glancing over his shoulder for a moment before adding coldly, "Don't even think about leaving."

His eyes narrow as he watches your every move, making sure that you don't try anything sneaky while he's close enough to stop you. He sets the items aside and then steps into the tub with a fluid grace that belies his size, sitting down on the other side of you so that their legs are pressed together, his strong thighs forming a barrier between you and any chance of escape.

"Now," he says firmly, taking up the soap and beginning to lather your body with it, "let me make sure you're clean enough for my liking." His hands glide over your skin, washing away the dirt and grime that have accumulated from living on the streets. As he works, his fingers occasionally brush against your most sensitive areas, sending shivers of pleasure through you despite yourself.

"And don't even think about trying to run away,"

As he works, his fingers occasionally brush against your most sensitive areas, sending shivers of pleasure through you despite yourself. "And don't even think about trying to run away," he says softly, the words laced with threat but also a strange sort of affection that makes them almost hypnotic in their effect on you.

His hand moves lower, skimming over your smooth chest and abdomen before reaching the curly hair at the juncture of your thighs. He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of it glistening with water, the silky soft curls tickling his fingertips. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he pulls out the razor and begins to shave you clean, starting with your pubic hair and working his way up to the hair around your crotch and finally above it.

He finishes shaving your legs and ass last, taking his time to smooth out the hair that had grown there before stepping back and admiring his handiwork. Your skin is impossibly soft now, unblemished by any hint of hair. He feels a strange sort of possessiveness course through him at the sight, as if you belong only to him now.

"There," he says finally, setting aside the razor with a satisfied sigh. "All clean." He stands up, water cascading off his naked form and pooling around your feet, before reaching down to help you out of the tub. Once you're on solid ground again, he wraps the fluffy towel around your body and leads you back through the chambers to his bedroom.

"Now," he says once more, sitting down on the edge of the bed and gesturing for you to lie down between his legs as before, "