[THIS STORY IS INCOMPLETE AND IS UNLIKELY TO BE UPDATED] "I will never fucking kneel for you," I hiss at her as she smirks at me from her obnoxiously large bed. Her brow raises and I can see through her eyes that she's thinking about a lot more than she's saying. She bites her lip as her eyes look up and down, fixing on the low neckline of my dress she forced me to wear that pushes up most of my cleavage. "We'll see about that," she innocently says back with a tender smile, getting up from her bed to walk over to me. Whenever she walks her hips sway so much. It's enchanting but I need to resist her advances. The last person that was caught with her was dead a few minutes later and I don't want that fate. Her hands slam against the wall either side of me in her attempt to be intimidating but I quickly flip her round so that her back is against the wall and her arms are pinned above her head. She gasps and begins to struggle against my hold, determined not to let me dominate her. She's used to bossing people around but I want to give her a taste of her own medicine. "Not used to submitting to someone else, are you, Princess?" I whisper in her ear, holding her still beneath me. "I can change that. I'll have you kneeling for me within the minute." "You wouldn't dare," she spits back. "Would you like to bet on that?" **** Alruna would prefer to stay in her village but her wishes are left unanswered as she's forced into the castle to become an obedient servant but her spirit isn't so easily broken. Especially not by a spoilt and demanding princess that understands nothing beyond her palace's walls.

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.

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𝙶𝚡𝙶 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 #𝟸 𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔 [𝟷𝟸/𝟸𝟼/𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺] #𝟷 𝚘𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚢𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔 [𝟷𝟸/𝟸𝟽/𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺] #𝟷 𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 [𝟷𝟸/𝟸𝟽/𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺] #𝟷 𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔 [𝟷𝟸/𝟹𝟶/𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺] #𝟷 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔 [𝟶𝟷/𝟶𝟸/𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺]

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