«I... I love you, daddy... I love your cock inside me...» Ana Garroza moans.
Her voice is a strange mix of pleasure and pain, but too mechanical, too rehearsed—like she's repeating a script someone forced into her head.
Completely naked, Ana rocks her hips with artificial passion.
Raelos's massive erection stretches her far beyond what her body should be able to handle.
Her breasts bounce with each thrust, trapped between his long fingers, while her hands rest weakly on his chest.
The incubus, also naked, lies on a large bed with Ana straddling him.
The room around them is old-fashioned but elegant, matching the rest of the ancient marble villa located on the Greek island of Kinaros in the Aegean Sea.
The effort Raelos makes to push his inhuman length inside her, the way Ana moans and speaks in that fake, lifeless tone—it all stems from his charm magic, not her free will.
It fills him with growing anger.
And then, without warning, he shoves her off the bed.
