Mark captured her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss—unhurried but firm.
His lips pressed against Aria’s, warm against her slightly cool ones, and Aria lted instantly with a muffled moan, as if that single contact was already enough to make her tremble from head to toe.
She practically dissolved against him.
Her hands gripped his tunic harder, crumpling the fabric in desperation, while her tongue sought his with eager, submissive clumsiness, begging for more without words.
Mark deepened the kiss, one hand settling on the nape of her neck to hold her in place, the other sliding down her back to her slim waist, pulling her tighter against his lap.
When they finally parted for air, a thin strand of saliva still connected their lips.
Aria panted, her mismatched eyes—one red, one blue—glistening with fresh tears.
"Masterrr... thank you for kissing ," she whispered, voice breaking. "I’m not worthy, but you... you’re touching ."
Mark studied her carefully, noticing how her entire body quivered with anticipation.
Her white dress had ridden up slightly, exposing the pale skin of her thighs.
"Take off the dress," Mark ordered, voice low and commanding.
Aria let out a tiny whimper of pure excitent at the command. Her trembling hands flew to the straps and slid them down.
The fabric slipped off her shoulders and over her small, firm breasts, revealing pink nipples already stiff and peaked.
She kept going until the dress bunched around her waist, leaving her upper body completely bare to the cold air of the throne room.
"Is this okay, Master?" she asked in a shaky voice, instinctively covering her breasts with her arms before dropping them imdiately, embarrassed by her own hesitation.
"Or... do you want to take it all off? Please tell what to do... I want to please you."
Mark didn’t answer with words at first.
Instead, he lifted a hand and placed it over one breast, squeezing hard enough to make Aria arch her back and let out a high-pitched moan.
"It feels so good... Master," she gasped, pushing her chest into his palm as if craving more.
"Pinch , please... I’m yours... you can do whatever you want to ."
Mark obliged gladly. His fingers found her nipple and pinched roughly, twisting until Aria let out a choked cry—half pain, half pleasure.
Her hips bucked instinctively against the growing bulge in Mark’s pants, grinding against him like a bitch in heat.
"Please, Master... can I feel it? Can I touch it?" she begged, tears rolling down her pale cheeks.
"I want to suck it... I want to swallow it whole... I want you to use my mouth like it’s just a hole for you."
Mark growled softly, aroused by the rawness of her words and the absolute desperation in her voice.
He lifted her slightly by the hips, forcing her to kneel between his legs while he remained seated on the throne.
"Take it out," he ordered.
Aria obeyed instantly.
Her trembling hands unbuckled his belt, lowered the zipper, and freed his cock—already hard and throbbing.
When she saw it, her eyes widened in awe, as if beholding a sacred relic.
"It’s so big... and perfect," she murmured reverently, licking her lips. "Master... may I?"
"Suck it," Mark said.
Aria didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, taking the tip into her mouth, licking it first with the flat of her tongue before sucking hard while her hands stroked the base of his shaft and cupped his balls.
She moaned around his cock, and the vibrations made Mark growl with pleasure.
"Deeper," he ordered, fingers tangling in her golden-blonde hair.
Aria obeyed without pause, leaning further until the tip hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to take him fully.
She coughed, choked, but didn’t pull back. Instead, she forced herself deeper until her nose pressed against his abdon.
"Good girl..." he growled, holding her there for several long seconds before letting her pull back to breathe.
Aria gasped, saliva dripping from her chin, but she smiled with pure bliss.
"Thank you for letting choke on your cock, Master... I love it... I love being your useless slut."
Mark lifted her again—this ti positioning her with her back against the throne, legs spread wide.
The dress was still bunched at her waist, but Mark ripped it away in one sharp tug, leaving her completely naked.
Aria bit her lip, displaying herself shalessly.
"Look at , Master... look how wet I am for you," she whispered, spreading her legs wider.
Her pussy was completely soaked, glistening in the dim dungeon light.
"Please put it in... break , make it hurt... I want to feel like I’m really yours."
Mark positioned himself between her legs, guiding the tip to her entrance.
He thrust in one brutal motion—no prep—burying himself to the hilt in her tight, scorching heat.
Aria scread—a sound of pure agony and ecstasy.
Her nails dug into the throne’s armrests as her body arched violently.
"Yes! Master!" she sobbed, tears flowing freely.
"Harder! Please fuck your useless whore harder! I want you to destroy !"
Mark started with slow but brutal thrusts, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in with a wet slap that shook her pale body.
Every ti he bottod out, Aria let out a high-pitched cry, her inner walls clenching desperately around him as if trying to keep him inside forever.
"Master... I feel every vein... every heartbeat inside !" she gasped between sobs. "I’m so happy... you’re so good to ... you’re splitting in two and I love it! Keep going... please don’t have rcy on this bitch!"
Mark gradually sped up, shifting the angle to hamr that sensitive spot inside her over and over.
The stone throne creaked faintly under the force.
Aria writhed, legs splayed and trembling, her pale thighs streaked with her own dripping fluids that pooled on the seat.
"More! Deeper! I want it in my womb!" she begged, sliding a hand to her flat stomach to feel the bulge that ford every ti he buried himself fully.
"Look how you mark inside, Master! I’m your toy... your personal slut... your masochistic bitch!"
Mark growled and one hand dropped to slap her exposed clit lightly, making Aria convulse with a broken scream.
Then he pinched it hard, twisting while he kept pounding rcilessly.
"Yes! Hit it there! Destroy my clit, Master!" she scread as the pain sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, making her tighten even more.
"I’m so filthy... I only exist for you to use and hurt !"
Mark switched rhythm again: short, rapid thrusts that barely teased her entrance to tornt her, followed by one long, deep plunge that made her scream again.
Aria lost control of her voice, dissolving into incoherent pleas.
"Don’t stop! Even if I pass out... even if I cry... keep fucking ! I want you to leave broken... I’m yours!"
After several minutes of that delicious punishnt, Mark firmly flipped her around until she was on her knees on the throne, chest pressed to the backrest, ass raised toward him.
He entered her from behind again, gripping her hips so hard he left red marks on her pale skin.
Aria pushed back eagerly with every thrust, desperate for more.
"Yes... like that... use like an animal! I’m your bitch in heat, Master! Fill ... I want your hot cum flooding !"
Mark felt his own climax building, but he held back a little longer, pounding with brutal force while one hand reached up to yank her golden-blonde hair, arching her back sharply.
"I’m going to fill you," he growled finally.
"Yes! Please! Fill , Master! Make yours forever! Mark this useless slut with your hot seed!"
With one final deep, sustained thrust, Mark ca inside her, hot spurts flooding her depths.
Aria climaxed instantly—a devastating orgasm that made her convulse violently, her pussy milking him with desperate spasms as she scread his na over and over.
"Master! I’m coming!... I feel it all inside !"
Even after he finished, Mark kept moving slowly inside her, prolonging the aftershocks until Aria collapsed against the backrest, trembling, sobbing with overwhelming happiness, tears and saliva staining the stone.
"Thank you... Master," she whispered between gasps.
"Now I’m really yours... please... never abandon ."
Mark wrapped his arms around her from behind, one hand stroking her golden hair as she curled against him as best she could in that position—exhausted but radiant.
"Good girl, Aria," he murmured.
"You were perfect."
"Anything for you... Master."
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