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I smile, feeling a rush of power course through me, knowing that I have her completely.

She won’t get away now.

I have her.

“That’s right, Mercy,” I whisper, leaning down to nip at her neck. “You love me more than anything in this world. Don’t you?”

She nods feverishly, and I can see her eyes glaze with tears.

I can feel my release coming, and it’s coming fast. I move faster inside her, my hips slamming against her until it hurts, and I revel in the pain. Her cries of pleasure fill the room, mingling with the sound of our bodies coming together.

The scream of slapping flesh echoes, so lewd and so wrong but so fucking right at the same time.

“Oh God,” she moans. “D-Draco, I’m gonna cum again. Please, don’t stop.”

Her words are like fuel for me, spurring me on. I will rip her apart and then claim the pieces that are left like a pack of starving wolves on the carcass of a rotting elk. I know that this is what she needs, what she craves, and I’m more than willing to give it to her and pretend like it was her idea all along.

“That’s it, Mercy,” I groan. “Cum for me. Cum allover my cock.”

I don’t stop fucking her, but I lean back, straightening and flipping up her skirt. I tilt her hips up and change the angle just enough.

I know how to get what I want, and this will be no different.

With one final thrust, she cums on my dick, and her cum gushes out of her in a spray that soaks my lap and the front of my pants.

“Fuckin’… good girl. Shit!”

I pull out and watch as her cum slides down my dick, a thick, white drip that is like the waving white flag of victory for me.

I smile, knowing I have her exactly where I want her. Her eyes are wide with shock, but there’s a spark of lust there, too.

I climb up her body, positioning my cock over her face and grabbing the back of her head.

“Clean me off,” I command, my voice gruff. “Suck your cum off my cock.”

She hesitates for a second before opening her mouth and running her tongue over the underside of my dick. Her eyes never leave mine as she takes me fully into her mouth and starts to suck, gently at first, and then harder.

“That’s it,” I say, loving the way her lips move along my shaft, the way she sucks so eagerly. “Take my cum, you dirty little slut.”

Angling myself up on my knees, I start to thrust into her mouth, watching as she deep throats me a lot better than I thought she could.

Who knew the pious little church mouse could swallow cock like a back alley whore?

Not me.

I watch her take me, my cock sliding in and out of her pretty mouth, feeling more powerful with each thrust. Saliva bubbles at the corners of her mouth, whipped up into a frothing foam that, before long, falls in stringy lines down her chin and ropes to her chest.

My eyes meet hers, and I see the submission in her gaze. This is what she wants, what she deserves. I know it.

As I continue to fuck her face, I feel myself getting closer. Just when I’m almost there, I pull out of her mouth and start stroking myself, hard and fast while I look into her eyes.

“Fuck, Mercy,” I growl. “Good little whore. Look at me.”

She does, locking her eyes with me.

With a loud groan, I spray my cum all over her face—her eyes, nose, and mouth getting coated in thick white ribbons. The sight of her like this sends a shiver down my spine; she looks shocked, maybe disgusted, but she doesn’t scream at me or push me away. She takes it, like the perfectly tuned puppet she is. She lays there with her mouth open in shock, staring up at me as I wipe the last and final drip of my seed along her bottom lip.

My pretty painting.