"You need this dick, don't you?" he snarled, hands mauling her boobs, pinching her nipples. She moaned, "ahh," writhing under his control, her virgin body overwhelmed.
No one's ever owned me like this, she thought, her pussy soaking as he fucked her relentlessly, her mind drowning in shame but powerless.
Auren's pace was merciless, his cock stretching her tight pussy, driving her toward a shattering climax. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, fingers bruising her hips.
Roxy's screams grew, "nnh," her body demanding more, her hunger a wildfire he couldn't contain despite her fear. Her pussy gripped him, her first orgasm building fast.
He pulled out, flipping her onto her stomach for doggy style. "Gonna fuck your ass now," he rasped, his cock pressing against her virgin hole. No, please! her mind begged, terror spiking-she'd never imagined this.
But her body arched, offering itself. "Fuck," she gasped, as he pushed in, the burn morphing into dark pleasure, her pussy throbbing in sync.
Her ass stretched, her moans, "ohh," filling the room. He's seducing me like no one ever has, she thought, her husband's weak attempts nothing compared to this.
Auren fucked her ass deep, slapping her cheek, making her boobs jiggle. "This hole's mine too," he growled, his voice raw with possession.
He switched back to her pussy, still in doggy, his thrusts savage. Roxy's screams intensified, "ahh," her body shaking, her hunger outstripping his control.
I'm not this person, she thought, but her pussy clenched, another climax nearing as her body obeyed his relentless rhythm, her virginity a fading memory.
Auren pulled her up, spinning her for a standing position, lifting one leg over his shoulder. "You're fucking greedy," he groaned, thrusting into her pussy.
Her boobs pressed against his chest, her moans, "nnh," echoing as he fucked her standing, her body trembling under his command, her mind screaming in vain.
He laid her back on the bed, shifting to missionary again, his cock slamming into her pussy. "You love this, don't you?" he snarled, sucking her nipple hard, tongue swirling.
He's the first to make me feel this alive, she thought, her husband's failures forgotten as pleasure surged through her, her inexperience amplifying every touch.
Auren flipped her into cowgirl, her boobs bouncing as she rode him, her body obeying his silent command. Her pussy gripped his cock, her hunger driving her faster, her moans, "ohh," filling the air.
No one's ever seduced me like this, she thought, her guilt a faint echo as she ground against him, her virgin body now ravenous.
He shifted her to reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing as she ground against him, his cock deep in her pussy.
"Fuck, Roxy, you're insatiable," he groaned, hands squeezing her boobs, pinching her nipples. Her body shook, another orgasm building, her mind powerless against her need.
Auren pulled her onto her side for spooning, his cock sliding into her pussy from behind, his arm wrapping around her, squeezing her boobs. "You're fucking mine," he growled, his thrusts deep and steady, her moans, "ahh," growing frantic.
He's the first to make me feel this whole, she thought, her pussy clenching.
He flipped her onto her stomach for prone bone, his cock plunging into her pussy, his weight pinning her. "You're taking every inch," he snarled, his thrusts relentless, her boobs pressed into the sheets.
Her screams, "nnh," grew desperate, her hunger overwhelming, her mind lost in the haze of pleasure and shame.
Auren returned to missionary, his cock slamming into her pussy, his pace brutal. "I'm gonna fill you, Roxy," he snarled, "make you carry my child." Her orgasm crashed, "Fuck, Auren!" she screamed, her pussy gripping him, her body insatiable despite her mental protests and virgin fears.
He groaned, his cock pulsing, spilling deep inside her pussy, his seed flooding her. "You're mine," he growled, eyes blazing with triumph. Roxy collapsed, panting, her boobs heaving, her pussy still throbbing, the reality of his seed taking root sinking in. I'm no longer a virgin, she thought, guilt flooding back.
Her body trembled, still craving more, her mind drowning in shame but powerless. I didn't choose this, she thought, His hand rested on her stomach, voice a dark vow, "You'll swell with my kid." Her future was sealed, her body his, her hunger a chain she couldn't break.
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The first light of morning had only just begun to brush the edges of the sky with pale gray. The streets of the city were quiet, cloaked in mist, the silence only broken by the distant hooves of an early rider or the clatter of a shopkeeper unlocking his stall.
Auren moved through the fog like a shadow, his cloak drawn over his shoulders, eyes still glowing faintly from the power he had used just hours ago.
He wasn't tired. Not in the normal sense. His mind was sharp, heart calm, but he knew what he had to do.
Blend in. Disappear. Pretend.
The wagon sat where they left it, tucked under a faded canopy behind the stables. A single torch burned near the entrance, almost out. The air smelled of hay, cold dew, and damp wood.
Inside the tent, the wagon owner was still snoring softly on his makeshift bedding. Riven was curled up in his corner, blade still at his side.
Auren paused.
He took a breath, wiped the faint trace of sweat from his brow, then quietly stepped over the loose plank and into the tent. He moved with the grace of a cat, barely making a sound as he crouched down and lay beside the small corner he had used the night before.
His eyes flicked to Riven once more — still asleep.
Good.
He closed his eyes halfway and slowed his breathing, letting his body settle into a position that looked convincingly restless — like someone who had been here all night, tossing and turning.
He didn't need to say anything. He just needed to be seen when they woke up.
The tent creaked faintly in the wind. Riven stirred once but didn't wake. His fingers twitched over the hilt of his sword, always instinctively alert.
Auren smirked to himself in the shadows.
he's dangerous when he's awake. But he's not the only one.
He let his breathing become deeper. Steadier. A few more minutes, and the sun would rise.
And when they opened their eyes, they'd see him there.
Right where he was supposed to be.
As if he had never left.