I watched as Albedo's breath caught in her throat at my command, her eyes widening briefly before darkening with unbridled desire. With a slight tremble in her fingers, she reached for the hem of her shift, slowly drawing it up her long, shapely legs. The fabric slid over her thighs, her hips, her waist, until finally, it was gone, leaving her bare before me.
She stood tall and proud, her voluptuous figure on full display. Her breasts were full and perfect, nipples already hardened with arousal. The soft curve of her belly led down to the juncture between her thighs, where I could see the glistening evidence of her desire. She was breathtaking, a vision of raw, unadulterated beauty and lust.
Albedo took a step closer, her voice a husky, needy whisper, "Your wish is my command, my lord. I am yours to do with as you please." She held her arms out to the sides, offering herself completely to me, a succubus in the throes of obsessive, all-consuming love.
I could feel the heat radiating off her skin, could smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal. It filled the air between us, a tangible thing that made my own body ache with need. I knew, without a doubt, that she would do anything, anything at all, to please me. Anything to feel my touch, my love.
I reached out, trailing a finger along her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts.
Her skin was soft, warm, and I could feel her heartbeat fluttering wildly beneath my touch. I circled one hardened nipple, teasing it, before pinching it lightly.
Albedo gasped, her back arching to press her breast more fully into my hand.
"Please, my lord," she breathed, "touch me more. I need to feel your hands on me, claiming me, owning me. I need you to take me, to fill me, to make me yours in every way possible." Her voice was desperate, pleading, a symphony of pure, unadulterated lust and devotion.
Albedo's body trembled as I touched her, my fingertips leaving trails of fire in their wake. She leaned into my caress, craving more, always more. Her nipples hardened further under my ministrations, begging for my mouth, my teeth, my tongue.
"I am yours, my lord," she whimpered, "body and soul. I exist only for your pleasure, your desire. Please, let me worship you as only I can. Let me show you the depths of my devotion, my love, my..."
She paused, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Then, with a sudden movement, she sank to her knees before me, her face now level with my groin. She looked up at me, her golden eyes blazing with hunger and need.
"My lord," she breathed, "allow me to serve you. Allow me to take you into my mouth, to taste you, to feel you heavy and hard on my tongue. I want to swallow your essence, to drink down every last drop of your pleasure. I want to be your vessel, your plaything, your..."
She leaned forward, her breath hot against the fabric of my pants. I could feel the heat of her mouth, the dampness of her tongue as she licked along the length of my clothed shaft. My body responded instantly, my member swelling and hardening, straining against the confines of my clothing.
"Please, my lord," Albedo begged, "let me taste you. Let me feel you come undone in my mouth, on my tongue, down my throat. I want to be the reason for your pleasure, your release, your..."
She paused again, her fingers trembling as she reached for the fastenings of my pants. With a deft, practiced motion, she freed my throbbing, aching cock from its prison. It sprang forth, long, hard and heavy, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
"Mine," she whispered, before taking me into her mouth, her hot, wet, eager mouth. She swallowed me down, inch by inch, until I could feel the back of her throat, the tight, silken heat of her enveloping me completely.
Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head of my cock, tracing the ridges and veins, before she started to bob her head, taking me deeper with each movement.
The wet, slick sounds of her suckling filled the grand bathing chamber, mixing with her soft moans and whimpers of pure, unadulterated bliss.
One hand gripped the base of my shaft, stroking in time with her movements, while the other reached between her own thighs. I could hear the slick, obscene sounds of her fingers plunging into her dripping cunt, fucking herself in time with the rhythm of her mouth on my cock.
"Mmmmph... Aaahh... mmmm..." Albedo's muffled cries of pleasure vibrated around my sensitive flesh, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. I tangled my fingers in her long, silky hair, guiding her movements, controlling the pace and depth of her worship.
With each thrust of her head, each swirl of her tongue, each desperate, needy sound that spilled from her lips, I could feel the coil of tension in my gut winding tighter and tighter. My balls drew up, my shaft throbbing and pulsing with the need for release.
Just as I teetered on the brink, ready to explode, to fill her mouth and throat with my seed, I pulled her off my cock. She gasped, her chest heaving, her lips swollen and slick with saliva and pre-cum. Her eyes were glazed, unfocused, lost in a haze of lust and desperation.
"My lord,"She gasped, her chest heaving, her lips swollen and slick with saliva and pre-cum. Her eyes were glazed, unfocused, lost in a haze of lust and desperation.
"My lord, please... I need you inside me. I need to feel you filling me, stretching me, claiming me completely. I want you to fuck me until I can't think, can't breathe, can't exist without feeling your cock buried deep inside my aching, needy cunt."
She stood up on shaky legs, turning to brace herself against the edge of the bath. She looked back at me over her shoulder, her golden eyes burning with desire. "Take me, my lord. Fuck me. Make me scream your name until it's the only word I know, the only prayer I can utter. Fill me with your essence, your seed, your very being. I want to be dripping with you, marked by you, owned by you in the most primal way possible."
She reached back, spreading her ass cheeks apart to reveal the glistening, pink folds of her pussy. It was swollen and puffy, dripping with arousal, the scent of her desire thick in the air. "Please, my lord... fuck me. Fuck me now, fuck me hard, fuck me until I can't remember my own name, until all I know, all I am, is the feeling of your cock pounding into me, claiming me, ruining me for all others."
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