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“P…plea…” I try to beg. I can’t form words.

All that comes from my mouth is a half-formed syllable and a desperate gasp as he squeezes my ass, spreading my cheeks open. His fat finger slides into my slit, and I’m so wet there’s no resistance as he presses the digit into me.

His thick finger is nothing compared to the pure satisfaction of his cock, but he rubs it against my G-spot so expertly I feel drool coming from my lips. Tied up, I can’t even wipe it off, and I’m forced to have saliva drip down my neck as he laps at my slit, faster and faster, sending me to the brink of cumming.

His tongue is rhythmic. Even without feeling my aura, he knows my body better than I do. The pleasure builds. I need release.

He squeezes my ass hard, an edge of pain giving a dark depth to the need. He growls as he laps hungrily against my pussy, pulling me closer and closer to him. A second finger grazes my wetness, then slides against my asshole, forcing its way in.

I scream in lust. I can’t hold back. My orgasm ruins me, melting my mind in pleasure that does nothing to satisfy me.

It just makes me more turned on. The Bond is going crazy in my mind, thrumming and thrumming as my pussy contracts and spams against his finger and tongue.

All I can think of is his thick cock pulsing in me, shooting load after load of his creamy cum deep inside me.

There will be no relief until he does. He knows it. He can feel me cumming against his tongue, but he doesn’t stop, flicking his tongue faster and faster against my too-sensitive clit.

“Fuck, fuck, stop,” I beg, fighting and bucking against the bond that hold me. He pulls away, sliding his fingers out of me, lifting his mouth from my cunt. His lips are wet with my juices. He’s got a crazed, hungry look in his eyes.

The Bond is a live wire, but it subsided just enough that I can think.

I have to stop myself from pleading for his cock.

Every instinct tells me to beg for it. To humiliate myself in my desire. I use all my willpower to force it down.

Not because I’m ashamed to beg. I love it. I love being shameless in my need for him.

But even more…

I want to see how far he can push me.

“What’s wrong, Sawoot? Can’t handle it?” he teases me. I wish I could feel his aura, so I could lose myself in the depths of his wickedness. I want to feel how close he is to snapping, even with that ring on his finger.

“Do your worst, bastard,” I spit out, challenging the Aurelian.

When I see the look in his eyes, I regret it instantly.

I’ve pushed him too far. Now he’s going to punish me.

He growls in response, gripping my legs and spreading them wide. I test his strength, pressing my legs together with all my might, but it’s futile. He runs his tongue up and down my slit. I try to pull away. It’s so fucking sensitive. Ropes slide from the ceiling of the pleasure room, vibrating, humming as they slide into my pussy as he licks me again.

He forces me to a hard, painful orgasm that melts my mind again. I scream. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” It’s too much. He pulls his mouth away, the vibrating vines retreating, and I clench my teeth, fighting for control of my shuddering body.

My hands form fists, balling up. I’m nearly broken, but I want to feel him completely push me past the edge. I want to lose myself to his dominance.

“Is that all…” I gasp, catching my breath. “Is that all you got?”

My voice is breathy, strained to the limit, and I know I can’t take much more. Even a touch is too much to handle. He snarls, stepping back, his lips curling to show his bright white teeth.

“Oh, you want more, do you?”

The Bondthrumsin my mind, and I get a vision so real I don’t know what’s true and what’s imagined. I see him fucking me so hard I give in totally, going limp as he takes me over and over again. I want him to string me up, seed me, and leave me there, dripping his cum, before he does it again.

I don’t want to give in.

I want him tobreakme.

I want him to claim me, seed me, to make me his bitch.