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I can’t answer, not with the gag in my mouth, but I don’t need to.

My body does the talking for me, arching into his touch, my hips hitching as his tongue teases me.

He’s relentless, his tongue circling, probing, driving me wild.

I’m helpless, my arms bound in the single glove, my legs strapped together, but I don’t care.

I’m his, completely and utterly, and I am in heaven.

His fingers slide between my thighs, finding my pussy with unerring accuracy. I moan into the gag as he teases my clit, his touch light but insistent. The combination of his tongue on my ass and his fingers on my clit is overwhelming, and I’m already teetering on the edge.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice low and approving. “Let go, little flower. Cum for me.”

I do, my body convulsing as the orgasm crashes over me. I scream into the gag, the sound muffled but no less intense. My pussy clenches around his fingers, my asshole tightening against his tongue, and I’m lost in the waves of pleasure.

But he’s not done with me yet. Before I can even catch my breath, I feel the head of his cock press against my asshole.

I whimper, the sound high and desperate, but I’m not afraid.

I want this, more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

I’m so turned on, so desperate for him, that I instinctively thrust my hips back, trying to take him in.

“Eager, are we?” he growls, his voice thick with amusement. He grabs the heating KY jelly, and I feel the warm slickness as he coats his cock. Then he’s pushing into me, slow and deliberate, and I moan into the gag as he stretches me open.

It’s intense, the feeling of him filling me, but it’s not painful. The warmth of the jelly and the way he takes his time make it almost unbearably pleasurable. I’m panting, my body trembling as he slides deeper, and then he’s fully inside me, his cock buried in my ass.

“Oh god, yes,” I think to myself, my mind hazy with pleasure. “Use me, Raekon. Use ALL of my body. Fill me up all over. I’m yours…”

He starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep, and I’m lost in the sensation. The ridges of his cock drag against my walls, the raised ridge along the top of his shaft pressing against my clit with every thrust. It’s too much, and yet not enough, and I’m already teetering on the edge again.

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice low and approving. “Take it, little flower. Take every inch of me.”

I do, my body trembling as he fucks me, his cock filling me completely. I’m his, completely and utterly.

Raekon pulls me up into his lap, his massive hands surprisingly gentle as he strokes my hair. His fingers tangle in the damp strands, the warmth of his touch spreading through me like a balm after the intensity of what just happened. His voice is soft, almost reverent, as he speaks.

“You’re mine, Willow. My jalshagar. My soul. And I’ll always, always be here to take care of you. No matter what.”

His words wrap around me, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Not just because he’s holding me like I’m something precious, but because of the weight of what he’s saying.

I blink up at him, my brain struggling to catch up. “Wait, what? Jalshagar? Are you serious?”

He smirks, his red eyes glinting with mischief, and I immediately realize I’ve walked right into his trap. “All right, if you insist,” he says, his voice dripping with mock solemnity. Before I can protest, he slides two thick fingers into my pussy, curling them just right to make me gasp.

“Where was I?” he continues, his tone light, like he’s discussing the weather and not whatever cosmic nonsense he’s about to drop on me. “Oh yes, as my jalshagar, your lifespan is now linked to mine. You’ll live for centuries, Willow. And you won’t age beyond maturity.”

I choke on my own saliva, my body arching into his touch even as my mind reels. “Centuries? Are you—what—how?—”

He hums, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles that make it impossible to form a coherent thought. “Mmm, and your cellular regeneration rate is much higher now. You don’t have to worry about disease, or even significant injuries. Not that I’d ever let anything hurt you.”

My head spins, and I clamp down on the ball gag still in my mouth, a muffled groan escaping me as his fingers tease me toward another orgasm.

“Indeed,” he adds, his voice dropping into that low, possessive growl that sends a wild thrill pulsing through me. “I can fuck my pussy all night long, and you’ll never get overwhelmed or experience pain.”

He pinches my nipple then, the clamp still in place sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through me, and I squeal around the gag.

“Well, perhaps some pain,” he teases, his lips quirking into a wicked grin. “But only because I know how much my little flower enjoys it.”

Before I can process that, he’s unbuckling the gag and pulling it from my mouth. His lips find mine in a kiss so tender it makes my chest ache.

“I love you, Ms. Christian,” he murmurs against my mouth, his voice soft but absolute.

I swallow, my throat tight, and manage to whisper back, “And I love you, Mr. Keong.”

His smile is radiant, like I’ve just handed him the stars, and I forget how to breathe again.

Centuries, I think dazedly, my mind still catching up. He’s serious. I’m going to live for centuries.

Raekon’s fingers twist inside me, dragging me back to the present, and I gasp, my body trembling as he leans in to whisper, “Now, where were we?”