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I murmured, stepping closer. She did not respond, her focus entirely on the bed. I froze as realization dawned. She was trying to climb onto the mattress, the very thing she had stubbornly avoided since her arrival. I stood there, watching as she dragged herself onto it, her body trembling with the effort. When she finally settled into the bed, it seemed to come alive, shifting and wrapping around her like a protective cocoon. Her breathing began to slow, her pale cheeks gaining a faint blush of color as our enchanted bond worked its magic.

She fiddled with Tricy's hair. "He gets everything he wants." She whined. "Because he has the gold. That's the benefit of having the gold. You do not just understand because you do not have the gold yet, my dear." She petted her shoulders. "As I take the bow in between your legs, so do I take the bow before your knowledge and wisdom, my papa." She dipped two fingers in her vagina and began to finger her swimmingly. "So you do not impugn the conspiracy to blemish Batard Depinn's reputation and get rid of Kharl Sterg's Daughter."

I said, pulling away from her. “ Your heart raced when I spoke about her, so I take it you imprinted.” Was that the strange feeling I got when I was around her? The racing heart and the nervousness that took over me in a heartbeat? “ Are you mad?” “I’m not telling you to leave it alone, but what if you try to make that happen? Once you imprint, that’s something you can’t get rid of. She’s the mate you are looking for.” “ I’ll see what I can do.”

Each piece is a fragment of her, a piece of the puzzle that makes her *mine*. My bed is draped in white silk sheets, embroidered with black flowers—a replica of the fantasy I’ve crafted in my mind. I imagine her lying there, naked and vulnerable, a diamond-studded collar around her neck, her wrists bound with silk ties. She’s mine, writhing beneath me, her body trembling as she squirts. I know she’s capable of it. I’ve seen her alone in her cabin, lost in her own ecstasy. She’s a vision of pure bliss. She completes me.

She laid down pressing her sensuously curved body into mine; my hands ran over her back and down over her cheeks; I squeezed and dug my fingers into the muscled firmness. When she sat up, she reached between her legs and tucked just the tip inside. Breathing deep, her lungs filled with air, as she lowered herself onto the rock-hard shaft. She was so horny, there was no gradual penetration this time; she impaled herself with the whole thing, till she was resting in my lap. Remnant cum and sexual activity had her pussy primed to the point of little resistance. "Mmmm...yeah...fill me up! Yeah...yeah, that feels...ahhhh...amaaazzzing!"

She was silently panting. The intercourse was no more but the burning sensation within her was relentless. Hephaestus fire kept on probing every inch of her body, he wanted to know where the damage was located in so he would be able to burn through it and heal her. Only then would the blessing that he was determined on activating within her work.

Before whips and names and collars. This wasn’t just obsession anymore. It was war. She sat back down, cracked her knuckles, and whispered to herself, “You want me to become you? Careful. I don’t just imitate. I devour.” Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to dig deeper, to claw her way into the predator’s den. But first— She clicked the lights off. Let the night see her true face.

closing statement. This was the public moment of glory she absolutely could not let fall apart. "I can't stop now... first place is mine... it has to be..." She fell into a kind of frenzy. Without thinking, she shoved her own fingers into her mouth and bit down until they bled. She pressed the blood-soaked fingers against the black jade plate and began reciting a Branding Enhancement incantation, the old, obscure kind. This was consuming the Submission Mark's own lifespan, force-drawing the last dregs from the sub-mark.

I smirk as I look down at her and inch in just a bit more. “Why not? You think I’m too much of a prick to enjoy being around drunk idiots in a confined space?” “I was… I just… observation.. like you always seem so put together, I guess I just thought you’d be more of a ball or a gala person.” “Do I seem put together now?” I was so close. I took the sight of her in, slowly. I could see her eyes so clearly. Gorgeous brown orbs darting around frantically under my perusal. Even in this sweat filled room, I could still smell her. Faint hints of vanilla just gently hitting me in the face. I continue my tour of her face. She doesn’t have freckles or beauty marks and yet she is so intoxicating to lo

I scented her before the door opened, her copper-honey fragrance cutting through the miasma of blood and fear. Ares surged forward, anticipation coursing through our veins like lightning. Our Queen had returned. Our mate had come back to us after rejecting what we were. My fingers tightened around the heated metal rod as I turned to face the doorway, Julian's whimpers fading to white noise behind me. There she stood, framed in torchlight, her face unreadable as she took in the scene before her.