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“If it becomes too much,” he said with an intensity that held me captive, “use your healing magic to ease your pain.”

My body tensed at his words—a cocktail of fear and excitement coursing through me. With exquisite care, he began to press forward, entering me slowly, inch by agonizing inch. I felt myself being stretched and filled in ways I had never thought possible. There was a moment of intense discomfort, a stretching burn that had me tensing, my fingers clutching at the bedsheets.

The feeling of him inside was impossibly full, a hint of pain lacing the sensation as he filled me to the brim. At first, it was strange and uncomfortable, but then, like a tide turning, pleasure began to build. It hit me in crashing waves, transforming discomfort into ecstasy. My moans filled the room as I arched off the bed, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity.

Through it all, his golden eyes never left mine, watching every flicker of emotion across my face. He kissed my forehead gently, a tender counterpoint to the passionate joining of our bodies.

“Relax, Robin,” he said. “And use your magic.”

Concentrating on my magic like never before, I directed it inward to where our bodies joined. The warmth spread through me like a sunrise chasing away the night until only pleasure remained.

“You feel so good, my little bird,” he groaned above me as he began to move within me—each thrust a stroke of ecstasy that had me clinging to him for dear life.

The pleasure was indescribable, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to sweep me away. I arched my back, my body moving of its own accord as I adjusted to the rhythm of his thrusts. His hands were everywhere, caressing and exploring, stoking the fire within me to greater heights.

“So tight… so hot…” he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

I squirmed beneath him, my own member twitching and hardening anew as he plundered my depths. His every movement sent shock waves of pleasure coursing through me, igniting nerves I hadn’t known existed. I clung to him, my fingers digging into the firm muscles of his back as he drove into me again and again.

The pleasure built within me, a relentless crescendo that threatened to tear me apart. My cries echoed off the stone walls,mingling with the duke’s low, guttural growls of pleasure. And then, with a final, mind-shattering thrust, I came, my release ripping through me with the force of a tempest.

But the duke did not stop. He continued to thrust, each movement sending ripples of pleasure through my oversensitive flesh. I was certain I would perish from the sheer intensity of it all, lost in a storm of pleasure so potent, it bordered on pain.

And then, without warning, he flipped us over, positioning me atop him. I straddled his hips, my body impaled upon his throbbing member as I began to move, guided by the firm grip of his hands upon my hips. I rode him with wild abandon, my body bouncing in time with his powerful thrusts. The angle was different, the penetration even deeper, and I found myself spiraling toward another release with astonishing speed.

I threw my head back, my body trembling as another wave of ecstasy crashed over me. Stars danced before my eyes, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure. And then, with a final, shuddering thrust, the duke found his own completion, his hot seed spilling deep within me.

Spent and boneless, I collapsed atop him, my body slick with sweat and trembling from exertion. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as our breathing slowly returned to normal. His lips found mine in a deep, heated kiss that left me feeling utterly claimed.

“Divine,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You are utterly divine, my dear Robin.”

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Darius

Darius’ gaze lingered on Robin, who lay sprawled across the bed, a vision of disheveled beauty. The boy’s long hair, a cascade of pale silk, fanned out like a halo around his flushed face, a stark contrast to the rumpled sheets that bore evidence of their fierce coupling. His skin, usually so porcelain, now held the flush of arousal, a delicate pink that painted his cheeks and spread across his chest, enhancing the ethereal allure that had so captivated Darius from the start.

The sight of Robin, trembling and breathless, stirred a primal satisfaction within Darius. He leaned in and pressed a tender kiss upon his wife’s lips. The soft groan that escaped Robin was music to his ears—a song of desire and an unwitting invitation for more.

“Is it… over?” Robin asked, his voice tremulous, a mixture of satiation and the hunger for more.

Darius chuckled, the sound low and throaty, resonating with the promise of untold pleasure. “Far from it, little bird. We have only just begun.” He traced the contours of Robin’s jaw with a finger, his touch a featherlight promise of what was to come. “It is our wedding night, and I fully intend to cherish my bride until the first light of dawn graces the sky.”

Robin’s eyes widened, a flicker of fear mingling with the undeniable spark of excitement. Darius found the dichotomy of emotions dancing across Robin’s face to be utterly enchanting, and he drank in the sight, his hunger for the boy reigniting with a vengeance.

Darius resumed his exploration of Robin’s body, pressing soft, worshipful kisses from the delicate shell of his ear down to the sensitive hollow of his throat. His hands roamed with gentle insistence, caressing the smooth planes of Robin’s chest, the dip of his waist, the flare of his hip.

As he positioned himself at Robin’s entrance once again, Darius marveled at the exquisite tightness that awaited him, a sensation that was as intoxicating as it was arousing. With a single, smooth thrust, he was enveloped in a velvet embrace, the feeling of Robin’s heat clenched tightly around him sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.

Darius began to move, each stroke intended to drive them both to greater heights of ecstasy. He watched with rapt attention as Robin’s body undulated beneath him, an erotic dance that spoke of passion and the overwhelming need for release.

Robin clung to Darius, his fingers digging into the duke’s back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “You’re so big… just… oh gods…” Robin panted.

The sound of Robin’s voice, raw with need, spurred Darius on. He drove into Robin with measured strokes, each one designed to stoke the fire that burned between them. And then Robin’s climax hit with the force of a maelstrom. His back arched off the bed as he cried out in release, his seed spilling hot and wet against Darius’ abdomen. His orgasm was a violent thing, his body convulsing around Darius’ own.

Darius savored every moment, every shudder that racked Robin’s slender frame. The sight of his bride writhing in thethroes of passion was a vision. Robin’s release triggered Darius’ own, a fierce wave of pleasure sweeping through him, leaving in its wake a profound sense of satisfaction and an unexpected tenderness for the brave, beautiful soul entwined with his.

The duke held Robin close as the aftershocks rippled through them both, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths slowly evening out in the hushed quiet that followed. It was a moment etched into Darius’ memory, one he knew he would revisit again and again in the quiet nights to come.

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