—•LUCIA•—

The Rogue king’s mouth continued working my dripping pussy with single-minded, predatory devotion.

He was relentless—licking, sucking, and violently devouring me until I was writhing, completely helpless beneath him.

My thighs clamped desperately around his head, my hips rolling uncontrollably against his face as I forced his tongue deeper and deeper into my pussy, seeking the ecstasy that was driving me out of my mind.

When he finally pulled away, I was nothing but a trembling, gasping, overstimulated mess.

I stared up at him through the dark. His lips were swollen, and heavily coated in the thick, creamy sheen of my pussy juices.

The silver moonlight caught his chin,...