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He takes hs in his hands and he holds rip He has trained as a warrior The rough surface of his palms is testament to the fact that he continues to work at those skills

I feel his cock I do not see it It is a thick sword of flesh which rides along the length ofme, perhaps because he wants to hurt ripped in the same chemical bonds hich I find myself cursed I need him I want him

“I’in”

I don’t knohy I a him that He doesn’t care

“You are a broken little human, and you will be broken all the efully “You will pay for all you have done”

His words are vengeful and gruff, but his touch is careful and erotic The pads of histhe soft, wet slickness offor hi unchained as the folds ofhere There is what the world sees, a king about to roughly ravage a deserving little rebel—and then there is what is happening, an explosiveof two very unlikely souls somehow made for one another

Krush should feel like a vicious invading force, a cruel docontact after an eternity apart

I sigh and feel ainst s in h realities The king toys with e of my captivity

He pushes insideof my inner self around his hot cock I wondered what sex would feel like with a korabi warrior Now I know It feels like being stretched to the point of no return

Krush keeps pushing insidenew territory with every inch he sinks intofro new inside me I was untouched and unclaimed I had no idea the potential for pleasure which lay inside me Now I do

He keeps thrusting and thrusting, pushing deeper and deeper, until I a, but I don’t knohat I a for Mercy? I know I am due no mercy at all In the eyes of the korabi, I deserve far worse than this Mating with the king is an honor in their society Krushwith each one of his strokes

I want everything he has to give I want to experience all the pleasure I can before I die When you are used to living like scu pleasure where you can There is precious little of it in the wild

I spread h I er he ravages et to the beautiful oblivion that can only co There is electricity coursing through absolutely every part offrorinds my hips down on the throne, his cock so deep in me my clit is forced to rub on the royal fabric

I co, even as I wail at the top of oes so fuzzy I can barely see anything It is not made to handle this level of biochemical overload

I feel the king’s hand fir around all the way tome by the hair He has complete control of my head and my cunt Every other part of my body follows his will

I feel ash ives into the pleasure between us My tight, desperate pussy is gripping hi inal hole This is animal This is primal This is not justice