The command was a low, guttural growl that vibrated through Astra's entire being, a primal directive that bypassed thought and went straight to her core.
It was a challenge, an invitation, and a declaration of ownership all rolled into one. She, a proud Storm Dragon, was being told to take all of him, to completely and utterly submit to his dominance.
And she wanted nothing more.
With a soft, submissive whimper, Astra redoubled her efforts. She pulled back slightly, her lips releasing his shaft with a soft, wet pop.
She looked up at him, her purple eyes hazy with a mixture of pleasure and utter devotion. Her white hair was a messy halo around her face, and her lips were swollen and glistening from her efforts. She was a beautiful, debauched picture of submission.
"♥Yes, master,♥" she whispered, her voice a husky, breathless promise.
She leaned back in, her movements a slow, deliberate, and incredibly sensual rhythm.
