Page 93 of Dark Fate

Her perfectly round ass, slick and shiny with arousal, begs to be taken. "Look at this mess, baby," I sneer, relishing her pleasure moans.

I lick at her puckered asshole, savoring her taste. She writhes beneath me, moaning into the sheets as I devour her ravenously. With a loud smack, I spank her ass hard, relishing the echo.

"This fucking pussy..." I spread her lips and attacked her clit with my tongue, "Mmm…mine." flicking it rapidly and driving her wild. "I can't get enough of it." I tease and play with her tight ring with my thumb, feeling her squirm more beneath me.

"Rhy...land..." she moans, "Oh fuuuuck..."

"Do you like that, baby? Do you like me playing with your filthy holes?" I suck and nibble at her back entrance, my tongue delving deep as I rub her clit with my fingers. She's trembling, completely at my mercy, as she begs for more.

I grip her bound hands, taking a handful of her hair and pulling her tight against me. Her moans and whimpers only fuel me more because she loves this.

"You know what to do, don't you?" I growl in her ear, gripping her tighter.

She nods obediently, trembling.

"That's right, beg me, baby," I whisper, trailing my tongue down her neck.

"Please. Please...Rhyland—" she whimpers desperately.

I tighten my hold. "Beg harder. Beg me to ravage this pussy—that you crave me more than anything, Dani."

She grinds against me, craving my touch. "Please, Rhyland...fuck me. I need you so badly," she pleads with desperate moans. "I'll always want you...I love you."

Those three words break me. I'm aware she enjoys the kink and wildness, but now I only think of fulfilling her every desire.

Without hesitation, I push into her slowly. Her sounds are blissful, nearly driving me over the edge. Her voice and moans are a heavenly melody.

"You're playing dirty, sweetheart." I increase my speed, "This is punishment, but then you say things like that..." I release her hair and grasp the front of her neck, tilting her head to gaze into her stunning honey-glazed eyes.

"You want it, Angel—You want to come?"

"Yes...p-please..." she moans, writhing in pleasure under my thrusts.

I release her bound hands, and she immediately reaches up and grabs my neck, desperate to hold me. She tangles her fingers in my hair, urging me on.

"I will never get enough of you, Angel." I groan, gripping and teasing her breasts mercilessly. "You have no idea how goddamn good you feel," I pant, nearing the edge. "Now be a good girl, and come all over my cock."

"Fuck…me...harder," she demands.

So I do, gritting my teeth and slamming into her with brutal intensity. The bed knocks against the wall, shaking from our passion. Her primal growls and sexy moans fuel my dominating nature, driving me to pound her harder and deeper. My dick stretches her tight pussy, causing her to grip me like a vise, and I swear I see stars from the sheer ecstasy.

Her orgasm crashes through her, clenching tighter around me. Her arousal coats my length as she screams in pleasure.

I find my own release right after, bellowing loudly as my cum coats her insides. We collapse on the bed, catching our breath as I hold her tight.

I catch a wild strand of her hair, sweeping it back gently. A cocky smile curves my lips. "You had to play that card, didn't you?" I challenge.

She grins defiantly, white teeth on show. "All's fair in love and war," she shoots back playfully.

Still laughing, I manage, "Is that so? Well, be ready because I'm rewriting the rules."

Danica

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Dawn's light trickles through the sheer drapes, casting my chamber in a golden hue so faint it's almost ethereal. This is the day I confrontthe Sun Court's King and Queen, and the gravity of the occasion hangs over me like an oppressive yoke. While I'm shouldering this burden, Alina, ever the sprite with her wispy touch and that smile that always stops short of sincerity, hovers about. She presents a gown, its modesty a stark departure from the usual skimpy attire I've been sporting—a welcome change.

The gown is subtle yet undeniably elegant, reminiscent of the early light that now bathes my skin. It's a cascade of cream-colored chiffon, soft as a whisper against my body. Embroidered sunbursts adorn the bodice, their rays stretching out in gold and palest yellow threads, catching the light with every movement. The sleeves are sheer, flowing down to my wrists where they cinch in tight cuffs detailed with tiny pearls. The skirt falls in gentle folds to the floor, each step revealing an underlay of rose gold that shimmers like a sunrise.

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