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Xandor suddenly shakes with laughter, easing my tension. “Oh, you saw, did you? I was afraid you’d missed it,” he asks.

I giggle with happiness, seeing Xandor shifting back to his usual easy confidence. “Of course I did, but I had to voiding hide behind that giant Elerium throne to not get blasted.”

“Hiding in style, I like it,” he jests, before his expression takes on a pleasing, predatory look. “Tell me more about what you saw,” he purrs, leaning in closer, filling up my space.

“Well, I saw my big, powerful hero moving at hyperspeed,” I gasp as he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer and nuzzling my neck with delightful kisses. “It was a bit disappointing, honestly. You moved so fast I couldn’t see your big muscles,” I mock.

“Is that so?” Xandor mutters, as I regret my hasty words when he stops his lovely attentions to reply. “I’ll have to remedy that immediately.” He leans back and, in a flourish, extends his claws, lacerating his massive coat, before tearing off the ribbons. “Better?”

“Um.” My pulse races and my throat feels dry as my eyes travel down the glistening musculature that has me speechless. Xandor’s body is like a work of art, only mired by the tortures he’s endured, somehow making the crime seem worse. Hard deep lines highlight slabs of rippling red muscles. His waist, in particular, causes a warmth to pool within me, seeing the contours of his chiseled abdominals suggestively leading downward.

And downward my eyes go, unable and unwilling to stop myself. Xandor’s throbbing, pulsing cock juts out boldly, already fully engorged. Every time I see it, I swear it’s grown bigger. Thesight of it hitches my breath, knowing what it does, pulling all sorts of pleasures and guttural noises from me—and I can’t wait to do it again.

A longing ignites within, blazing with wanton lust. I stroke the end of his enormous members, its pebbled head. He groans in pleasure and I smirk, growing bolder with each passing, heady heartbeat. “I think this sword might be bigger, though.”

Xandor laughs, a deep, rich sound full of desire reflecting my own. I continue to stroke up and down his majestic cock, unable to wrap my hand around the thick girth, which makes my wrist look small in comparison.

I gasp as Xandor continues his own beautiful assault, kissing and nibbling along my neck, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and feverish need, which pools more and more at my core. His claws cut through my clothes effortlessly, the tips of them just brushing my skin along my back in a delightful, dangerous way that causes me to shudder and groan, arching my back.

My noises only drive him onward as he snarls, lashing my chest and breasts with his hot tongue. I throw my head back as my sensitive flesh sends ripples of pleasure within me, their pebbling another betrayal of the moistness building below, awaiting my male.

I moan in delight as Xandor lowers his head further, longing for him to continue. He leaves a blazing trail of his attentions upon my flesh, leading to what he desires, what he deserves because he belongs to me and I to him. I open my legs for him, the only male who’ll ever have me—the only one I’ve ever wanted.

“I missed this,” he purrs, peering up at me, his eye swirling with a heady mix of his gold and my green, our bond lighting up our senses to new heights of joy. His tongue flicks over my wet folds, causing me to shudder.

I missed this too!

My hips buck into him, desperate for more. Xandor doesn’t disappoint. He seems to know what I want before I do, each stroke, each caress assaulting my quivering senses with more ecstasy. His tongue flicks in and out, lapping up my feminine juices like a thirsty beast. His clawed hand brushes along my spine, arching my back, forcing me further into his eager, wicked mouth of delights.

It’s as if no matter which way I squirm or shift, he knows the precise action to drive me to the edge like a merciless taskmaster of pleasure. My body tenses and tenses, gripping Xandor’s hair in a fearsome grip. I come undone, his tongue lashing through me, exploding my universe, in shuddering squeals of pulsing, throbbing waves.

Bliss washes over me, still feeling the aftershocks of my intense orgasm fluttering through my trembling body. “Thank the Gods I endured my suffering, to taste you again.” Xandor smirks before standing up.

A loud bang echoes out, prompting me to rise on elbows in concern.

What was that noise?

Chapter 19

Tyrxie

Broken

“Voiding borack shite!” Xandorexclaims, rubbing the top of his head. “Who builds an abode with such low ceilings?” He grimaces, scanning the room. “I can’t even stand in here. Voiding short-stuffs!”

I giggle, despite the lingering haze of pleasure. “Welcome to Nebian architecture,” I say, still catching my breath. “They’re not built for handsome giants.”

Xandor’s scowl softens as he looks at me, a mixture of amusement and frustration in his gaze. “Or they are, but it’s geared towards cruel and unusual punishment,” he replies, bending awkwardly to avoid hitting his head again. “How did they even fit me in here?”

“I know a place you can fit.” I smirk at him, my greedy eyes traveling downward, longing to feel him inside me, for him to fill me. A flash of disappointment hits me, seeing him flaccid. “Oh no. Your cock’s turned small.” I wince, bringing a hand to my mouth, trying to stuff my careless words back in.

“Small?” Xandor snaps, raising a questioning eyebrow. “Small!” He repeats, taking his monstrous member in his hand and rotating it like a turbine in an engine. I gulp at the mesmerizing and intimidating spectacle. “A bold choice of words for one so small and pure. Perhaps I’ve been too gentle with you, underestimating your depths.” He flashes a wicked smile at me.

Void, I’m in trouble now.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” I plead as Xandor approaches, still swinging his massive, ominous member, his presence filling the room, making it feel smaller and warmer. “Maybe I can heal it for you?” I offer, my hands glowing green as I channel my emotions.

“You can’t heal perfection,” Xandor laughs, stopping mere inches from me, his cock dangling near my face, making me blush deeper. “You’ve wounded his ego deeply. I’m afraid there’s only one thing that can be done now.” He shakes his head, lamenting, yet I detect the comical treachery underneath.

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