She kissed back with desperate hunger, her tongue tangling with mine, whispering broken praises between gasps. "I love you owning ... I love being yours... even like this..."
I soon withdrew my fingers, brought them to her lips, and let her taste herself while I kissed her again.
Then I lifted her effortlessly. Rosaline’s legs wrapped around my waist like they belonged there, her ankles locking at the small of my back.
Her arms clung to my shoulders.
I freed my cock once more, thick, veined, slick from her mouth, and rubbed the fat head along her slit, coating myself in her dripping juices. She whimpered into my mouth, grinding down impatiently.
"Eyes on , love," I murmured, pressing the tip against her entrance. "Feel every inch."
I sank into her in one long, smooth thrust, stretching her open around my girth until I was buried to the hilt, my balls pressed against her ass. Rosaline cried out, her head falling back, nails digging into my shoulders. "So full... fuck, Aristarkh, you’re so deep like this. I can feel you in my stomach..."
I held her there, impaled and trembling, letting her adjust while my hands gripped her ass, supporting her weight completely.
Then I began to move, slow, rolling thrusts that lifted her up and brought her back down onto my cock.
Each stroke dragged against her walls, hitting that perfect spot deep inside her with devastating precision.
Her breasts bounced against my chest, her nipples brushing my shirt with every motion.
The wet, filthy slap of skin on skin carried across the quiet field, loud enough that the distant soldiers couldn’t possibly miss it.
I kissed her through it all, soft, lingering kisses that contrasted the growing intensity of my hips. "You’re beautiful like this," I whispered against her lips. "Open for . Taking so perfectly. I could do this forever, just feeling you flutter around my cock."
She kissed back harder, her tongue sliding against mine while her pussy clenched and rippled. "I love it... I love you fucking like you own ..." Her voice broke on a moan as I picked up the pace, bouncing her on my cock with controlled power.
Her thighs trembled around my waist, her juices coating my shaft and dripping down my balls with every thrust.
The soldiers’ stares burned faintly at the edges of the grassland, curious silhouettes frozen on the ridge. Their lingering presence only made Rosaline tighter, wetter. I could feel her building fast, her walls fluttering wildly.
"Cum for , Rosaline," I growled softly, kissing her deeply as I drove up harder. "Let them hear how good I make you feel."
She shattered with a sharp cry, her pussy clamping down like a vice around . Her whole body shook in my arms, her legs tightening, her back arching, her juices squirting ssily around my pistoning cock and soaking us both.
I kept thrusting through it, drawing out every pulse, every aftershock, kissing her through the orgasm until she sagged against , panting and glowing.
But I wasn’t finished. Not even close.
I eased her legs down gently, kissing her forehead, her flushed cheeks, murmuring sweet nothings, "Good girl... so perfect for ... my beautiful, filthy love," while I stayed buried inside her.
Then I turned her around in one smooth motion, spinning her to face the distant ridge.
One hand stayed firm on her hip; the other hooked under her left thigh, lifting it high and wide.
Her standing leg trembled as I pressed back into her from behind, deeper this way, the new angle letting grind right against her cervix with every thrust.
Her pussy was on obscene display now, stretched tight around my thick cock, her puffy lips parting and clinging with every withdrawal. Her clit peeked out, swollen and glistening.
Fresh juices and my pre-cum ran down her inner thigh in shiny rivulets, dripping onto the grass.
The soldiers’ curiosity ignited into sothing electric, they lingered, transfixed, the faint hum of their presence adding a wicked, thrilling edge to every wet slap of my hips against her ass.
"Watch them watching you," I growled low in her ear, my voice rough with affection and raw lust. I thrust harder, the obscene sounds echoing. "See how they can’t look away from this pretty cunt taking every inch? They’re morizing the way you drip for ."
Rosaline moaned shalessly, pushing back to et my strokes, her voice breaking. "They can see... everything... oh gods, Aristarkh, it’s so dirty... I’m going to cum again..."
I held her leg higher, spreading her even wider, letting those distant eyes drink in the sight of her folds stretched obscenely around my pistoning cock.
My free hand reached around to rub her clit in tight, relentless circles. She ca harder the second ti, her walls rippling and milking , squirting in ssy arcs that pattered onto the grass between her feet.
Her cries echoed raw and beautiful across the battlefield, her body shaking violently in my grip.
I fucked her through it, chasing my own release now.
The soldiers’ stares felt like fire on our skin, curious, hungry, reverent. I buried myself to the hilt one final ti, groaning low and possessive against the back of her neck as I ca hard.
Thick ropes of cum flooded her, overflowing and dripping down her thigh in creamy white streaks that mixed with her own juices.
I held her close, my cock twitching inside her, kissing the sweat-damp skin of her shoulder while we both ca down.
We stayed locked together for long, breathless monts, my arms wrapped around her from behind, one hand gently stroking her stomach while the other lowered her leg with care.
I turned her to face again, cupping her face, my thumbs brushing away the tears of overwhelming pleasure at the corners of her eyes.
"You’re incredible," I whispered, kissing her softly, light, lingering romance wrapped in the warm afterglow. "My strong, wicked, perfect Rosaline. I’d burn a hundred battlefields just to end every day buried inside you like this."
She smiled, dazed and radiant, her arms wrapping around as she nuzzled my chest. "Then do it again tomorrow," she teased breathlessly, her voice still husky.
I grinned and looked at her in her ssy state, noticing her confused expression.
Then her eyes widened as she noticed the skies began dissolving.
The distant humans distorted as well and vanished.
"Well... my beautiful Rosaline, you have a few minutes until your true naked image is revealed to the real world."
Obviously, I wouldn’t let another man’s gaze land on my woman.
As such, I had rely created an illusion domain centered around it and crafted silhouettes that seed like humans.
Rosaline didn’t even realize when she had fallen under my illusion.
Understanding all that had happened and how it had been orchestrated by , Rosaline was dumbfounded and silently relieved.
Although she enjoyed the thrill of the sex, the aftermath made her realize how terrible things would have been after.
"You are my woman... and only mine." I held her chin as the dissolving world around us paused.
Her eyes locked onto mine as she stared intently at , my words making her heart flutter ever so slightly, and her pussy begin twitching in arousal.
No man had ever been so dominant with her...
Did Aristarkh not know that she had sufficient strength to destroy him?
No... he knew. He actually knew, but he wasn’t afraid in the slightest.
The realization only made Rosaline’s feelings for him burn deeper.
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