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He was ruthless, relentless and insatiable, as his dick possessed her completely, pounding into her wet, aching depths over and over and over again.

Ismena has no idea how long passed, but she'd bet her arms that it's been hours. So many hours. He was insatiable.

She lost count how many times he jerked away from her, shot his load of cum at the other side of the bed and returned to bury himself inside her again.

He never changed positions. He used her body thoroughly and tired her out immensely without dragging her all over the bed in different positions and for that she was most grateful.

"Wooooooolfaaaaaraine!!!!" She screamed at the fourth—or is it fifth? Six?—release that tore through her body.

She has lost count, her body one quaking mess of turbulent sensations. He used her body totally and without mercy, Ismena felt like she wouldn't survive this. Every release was more hard and forceful than the last one.

"Pleeeeese, oh, God, pleeeease!!" She cried as she came down from it, her head shaking from side to side in sheer exhaustion.

She was so tired she felt like all her bones have dissolved.

Tired eyes found him at the other side of the bed just in time to see his eyes flash green as he released, his seed licking from his cock.

His eyes flashed green all the other times he'd released too.

He was right when he'd said that the mountain lion waited for his weakest point, waited for his release, before it takes over to strike. Ismena refused to imagine what would have happened if he wasn't pulling away from her whenever he wanted to come.

She hated whenever he pulled away because it left her feeling bereft and empty, but at the same time, she was grateful because he's saving her life.

And, he still wasn't done with her.

She eyes widened in sheer panic when he came back to her, rose above her and began parting her limp, sweaty, shaky thighs again.

"W-What...!? No, p-please... I'm tired, I can't.. No more..." Her voice quaking with exhaustion. She would have pushed away from him but all her muscles was noddles. There was no single strength left in her.

"One last time, sweetling. Let me have you one last time." He pleaded, hunger in the deep growl as he leveled himself above her, positioning himself at her entrance again.

Oh. My. Heavenly. Father.

Finally, she understood a lot of things. All those times he'd repeated to her that she doesn't know what she was asking for, it finally made sense. She finally understood why he'd asked if she was ready for him. She finally understood why he asked if she can handle him.

The man is a beast. A handsome, insatiable beast.

"Please... Not again... I'm really tired..." She whimpered, tiredly. Her tone hoarse from screaming all night.

"Just this once and I'll let you rest." He bargained, "Take me in this last time and I'll let you sleep, Ena-baby."

He kissed her forehead, rubbing his dick against her saturated fold over and over again. He needed her. By the Above, how he needed to be inside her again.

Slowly, he positioned himself and worked his hard length inch by delicious inch inside her until all of him disappeared inside her tight sheath.

Ismena let out another pitiful whimper, as the wide crest parted the swollen, sensitive lips. She felt him push in to the hilt, filling her, stretching her to the point that pleasure and pain combined to create an inferno of heat and hunger that stole her mind.

He couldn't help groaning as pleasure zagged through his spine at the way her inner walls gripped him and squeezed. She feels way too good.

He looked down at her features edged in exhaustion, her body spread out beneath him like a sacrificial lamb. Lowering himself on her, completely blanketing her with his body, he began stroking in and out of her.

Ismena was going to drift off to sleep but it's just impossible with him inside her, and around her. She was surrounded by him. Overwhelmed by him.

She didn’t know if she could survive this...survive him. God, this man will be the death of her. Already she knows she'll wear his bruises from their interlude tonight. But, will she even be able to walk tomorrow? Next week?

His thrust quickened. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the air.

She groaned as pleasure washed over her, her tired body jerking as he hit that spot inside her that had her eyes watering in sweet painful pleasure. It was agony and ecstasy at the same time.