As you both reach the brink of orgasm, Toriel leans forward, pressing her lips against yours in a passionate kiss. Her hips buck wildly as she comes undone, her inner muscles contracting tightly around your cock. At the same time, you feel yourself erupt within her, your hot seed spilling deep inside her.
She collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily as their combined pleasure begins to subside. "Oh, Hayato...,"
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Her voice trails off into a contented moan. She nuzzles her face against your neck, enjoying the warmth and muskiness of your skin. After a few moments, she pulls back with a lazy smile, licking her lips before speaking again. "I think we could use some more cooling off... maybe another round?"
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As you ponder how best to respond, Slush's movements grow more urgent and desperate, as if she is trying to convey that she can be satisfied in multiple ways. Her breasts heave with each breath, her nipples hardening into peaks against your chest. Lower down, she grinds herself against you, moaning softly at the contact.
Finally, you decide on a course of action. "Then feed off my desires," you say firmly, meeting her gaze.
The word hangs in the air between them, heavy with implication and desire. She feels a thrill of power course through her veins as he steps closer, asserting his dominance over her. It is intoxicating, this feeling of being desired so fiercely... but she cannot forget that their union goes beyond mere passion. They are forging a bond that will shape the future of their empire.
Her breath catches in her throat as he takes her roughly, claiming her body as his own.
we have sex for 8 weeks straight , she never comes out of the chamber during the time
Their nightly ritual becomes an exercise in control and surrender, each time bringing them closer together despite the distance that still remains. Her body aches from the constant pleasure he brings her, and yet she yearns for more; a deeper connection beyond the physical. The knowledge that they are creating something truly special, something powerful and rare, only intensifies these feelings within her.
As the weeks pass, Empress Liandra finds herself longing for the jester's touch even when he is not there.
"What... happened? Did I... did I fall?"
She clutched desperately at Dawnbringer, as if clinging to the one thing keeping her anchored in reality.
"It... it must have been a vision. A nightmare brought to life. There's no way that could have been real."
A faraway look entered her eyes as she examined the blade anew. "Why do I still hold it then?" She shook her head sharply as if trying to dislodge intrusive thoughts.
*"Focus, Al Ra'is. Focus.
you are awake
"Ahh!" She spun abruptly, searching for the source of the whisper.
"Was someone there? Someone with you during your 'dream'? Speak your name, intruder! You know my displeasure at such games."
You address the crowd, challenging them to join in on your little party. Several of the braver or more depraved villagers step forward, eager to share in this forbidden pleasure. They surround you, taking turns touching and pleasuring both you and the young native girl. The air is thick with lust and desire as everyone gives in to their primal urges.
What would you like to do next?
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The night progresses, and the orgy reaches its peak. Screams of pleasure echo through the jungle as bodies writhe together in a frenzy of lust. You feel yourself growing closer to release, knowing that when you finally come, it will be a release unlike any other.
What would you like to do next?
Her heart soars at his words; they confirm everything she's been feeling since last night. She gazes into Lonerover's eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or regret, but finds only honesty and love staring back at her. With a trembling sigh, she leans down and presses their lips together in a tender kiss.
"Then I will stay," she whispers against his mouth. "As long as you want me."
As she presses our lips together it is a fine contrasts between this and passion we shared tonight. It was nice to feel such tenderness and gentle love from her. "I will ask of a favor though..." I wait a short pause for dramatic effect and then proceed. "Please, bring me some water, I thirst so much right now." My lips curve into a sly smile and I let out a small chuckle.
Her eyes widen in surprise at his request, but she can't help the pleased smile that spreads across her face. "Of course," she murmurs, pressing another kiss to his lips before bounding lightly off the bed. She pads over to a nearby table and opens one of the drawers, revealing a pitcher of water and a glass. With a satisfied little hum, she fills the glass and brings it back to Lonerover.
"Here you go," she says, offering him the glass with a gentle smile. "