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and she let her head fall back He fell on her His lips devoured her

soft flesh She tasted so good He opened the bond between them and

poured his will into her He wanted her soft and submissive

underneath hi to fulfill his every dark and nasty desire His

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hands found her breasts They were big and soft and so responsive

He wanted to make a feast of her She was the only food he needed

He looked down at her Her face, her lovely face, was filled with

need She needed him

“They need us, son,” his father had explained that day so long

ago The words came back to haunt him now “They are completely

dependent on us You think they don’t know it? It’s worse for you

because you’ll be the king so to

please you It is your sacred duty not to take advantage of them”