The private chambers in the Archducal palace thrummed with raw, primal energy. Candlelight flickered across sweat-glistened skin, casting dancing shadows on silk-draped walls. Arina was bent over the ornate desk, silver hair spilling like liquid moonlight over her shoulders, deep blue guild robes hiked up around her waist.
Her full, heavy breasts swayed pendulously with every brutal thrust from behind, nipples scraping against scattered parchments and mana crystals. Aiden gripped her narrow waist with iron fingers, slamming into her from behind with demonic force—his thick, veined cock stretching her tight mage pussy to its limits, balls slapping wetly against her swollen clit.
"AHHHHHH! Yesss—AHHHHHH! Deeper—ruin your loyal slut—AHHHHHH!" Arina wailed, violet eyes rolled back, body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her. She squirted in hot jets down his shaft, soaking his thighs and the desk beneath.
