Fuck her comatose form
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You thrust into her, slow at first, savouring the eerie limpness, the way she barely registers you. She just takes it like a doll crafted for your pleasure. It’s intoxicating – the ultimate power, fucking a mind-shattered sorceress who’d begged so fiercely moments ago. | You thrust into her, slow at first, savouring the eerie limpness, the way she barely registers you. She just takes it like a doll crafted for your pleasure. It’s intoxicating – the ultimate power, fucking a mind-shattered sorceress who’d begged so fiercely moments ago. | ||
| - | You pick up the pace, and the thrill builds fast. A soft moan escapes her gaping mouth. With a grunt, you cum, spilling deep inside her unresponsive form, the release sharper for its depravity. You pull out, leaving her a used, dripping wreck as you grab your spellbook and step out of the hut, the perverse novelty of | + | You pick up the pace, and the thrill builds fast. A soft moan escapes her gaping mouth. With a grunt, you cum, spilling deep inside her unresponsive form, the release sharper for its depravity. You pull out, leaving her a used, dripping wreck as you grab your spellbook and step out of the hut, the perverse novelty of the Mage's ruin lingering in your mind. |
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Current revision as of 19:49, 6 April 2025
The Mage’s chest rises and falls, drool pooling beneath her slack jaw, eyes half-open but unseeing, sweat-drenched body exposed as her robe hangs about her in piles – a perverse tableau of your triumph. Your cock stirs, still hard from the game, and you reach between her sprawled legs, shoving her thighs apart.
You thrust into her, slow at first, savouring the eerie limpness, the way she barely registers you. She just takes it like a doll crafted for your pleasure. It’s intoxicating – the ultimate power, fucking a mind-shattered sorceress who’d begged so fiercely moments ago.
You pick up the pace, and the thrill builds fast. A soft moan escapes her gaping mouth. With a grunt, you cum, spilling deep inside her unresponsive form, the release sharper for its depravity. You pull out, leaving her a used, dripping wreck as you grab your spellbook and step out of the hut, the perverse novelty of the Mage's ruin lingering in your mind.
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