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Auren's grip tightened, his thrusts growing rougher, his cock swelling in her mouth.
"Take it all, slave," he snarled, jerking off, his release spilling hot and thick into her throat. Lyara swallowed eagerly, her enchanted mind savoring every drop, her lips slick with cum as she pulled back, panting, her boobs heaving. More, Master, I need more, she thought, her pussy aching, her virgin body desperate for him to claim it fully.
Auren yanked her to her feet, pushing her down onto the soft grass in missionary. "That's right, ain't nothing vanilla about this," he growled, spreading her thighs wide, his cock teasing her virgin pussy.
Fuck me, Master, break me, her mind begged, her pussy dripping as he thrust in, tearing her hymen with a brutal stroke. Blood flowed, a warm trickle mixing with her juices, the pain sharp but swiftly drowned by the curse's pleasure.
Lyara screamed, "Fuck, Master!" her body arching, her pussy clenching around his cock, the blood a stark reminder of her lost virginity.
He pounded her relentlessly, his hands pinning her wrists, his mouth sucking her nipples, biting them until they were red and swollen. Her boobs bounced wildly, her glowing skin pulsing brighter with each thrust.
I'm his, I love this, her enchanted mind sang, her pussy gripping him tightly. Auren flipped her into doggy style, "Woof," he mocked, slamming into her pussy from behind, her ass cheeks rippling. Her pointed ears twitched, her golden hair swinging as he pulled it, riding her like a beast.
Fuck me harder, Master, she thought, her body pushing back, craving more.
Next came cowgirl, Lyara straddling him, her boobs bouncing in his face as she rode him, "Yeee haw!" Auren growled, slapping her ass.
Her pussy clenched around his cock, her enchanted mind consumed by lust. I'm Master's cowgirl, I live to ride him, she thought, grinding faster. He shifted her to reverse cowgirl, her ass facing him, her body bouncing as she faced his feet, his hands squeezing her boobs.
"So you've got the lovely lady facing back," he grunted, his cock hitting new angles, her moans echo through the glade.
Next came cowgirl, Lyara straddling him, her boobs bouncing in his face as she rode him, "Yeee haw!" Auren growled, slapping her ass.
Her pussy clenched around his cock, her enchanted mind consumed by lust. I'm Master's cowgirl, I live to ride him, she thought, grinding faster.
He shifted her to reverse cowgirl, her ass facing him, her body bouncing as she faced his feet, his hands squeezing her boobs. "So you've got the lovely lady facing back," he grunted, his cock hitting new angles, her moans echoing through the glade.
In spooning, he pulled her close, his cock sliding into her pussy from behind, a "gorgeous lazy morning half asleep vibe" tainted by his dominance. Her body melted into him, her boobs pressed against his arm, her mind chanting, I'm his, always his.
He tried scissoring, their legs entwined, his cock grinding against her pussy, a "true queer fav" turned dark by the curse, her glowing skin shimmering with sweat. Prone bone followed, her face pressed into the floor, his cock plunging deep, her ass high, her moans muffled as he pounded her.
Auren lifted her for standing, her legs wrapped around him, his cock thrusting into her pussy against a tree, her golden hair sticking to her skin.
In lotus, they sat face-to-face, her pussy gripping him as she rocked, her boobs pressed against his chest. Flatiron had her flat on her stomach, legs closed, his cock hitting deep, her moans desperate.
Wall-supported, he pinned her against the tree, her legs dangling as he fucked her. Seated wheelbarrow, her hands on the ground, his cock thrusting from behind, and bridge, her hips raised, his thrusts relentless, pushed her to the edge.
Back in missionary, Auren snarled, "I'm gonna fill my elf cum dump," his cock slamming into her, her pussy clenching as he spilled his seed, flooding her womb. Lyara's orgasm crashed.
"Fuck, Master!" she screamed, her body trembling, her glowing skin blazing. She collapsed, panting, her boobs heaving, her pussy throbbing, the blood and cum a testament to her broken virginity. I'm his forever, her enchanted mind vowed, her body bound to him.
Auren left Lyara sprawled across the bed, her body trembling from the relentless hours he'd claimed her. Her wrists and ankles were still bound, the marks of the ropes biting into her flushed skin. He leaned over, brushing a hand down her sweat-slick thigh.
"Rest," he ordered, his voice low, cold, and dripping with possession. "You'll need it."
Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked out, shutting the door behind him. The hallway outside was dim, the air still carrying the faint scent of her.
He barely made it a few steps toward his own room before Niva, the inn's receptionist, appeared from the shadows, her arms crossed and her eyes sharp with fury.
"So that's it?" she hissed. "Yesterday, you fucked me—and today, you drag in some filthy elf bitch to warm your bed?"
Auren's lips curved into a dark smirk. "Savages like you never learn, Niva. I don't love anyone. I only love a woman's body… every kind of body."
Her glare sharpened, but there was a flash of something else in her eyes—anger twisted with desire.
He brushed past her without another glance, pushing open the door to his room.
Inside, Riven was waiting, lounging in a chair like he'd been expecting him all along. The moment Auren stepped in, Riven's smirk widened.
"I know you were busy with that elf bitch," Riven drawled, his tone edged with mockery. "That's why you brought her along, isn't it? To keep you entertained?"
Auren's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. "Careful how you talk, Riven. You know exactly why she's here… and it's not your concern."
Riven chuckled darkly. "Whatever. Eat your dinner."
Auren glanced at the tray on the table. Before taking a bite, he scooped some food onto a smaller plate and headed back to Lyara's room.
He pushed the door open without knocking. She was still bound, eyes half-lidded, body marked with his possession.
"Eat," he commanded, setting the plate beside her. "You'll need your strength."
Without another word, he turned and left, returning to his own room. He sat down, ate in silence, and then leaned back on the bed.
"Tomorrow," he muttered to himself, voice as sharp as a blade, "I'll find my father."