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Vanessa obeyed instantly, her mouth stretching wide as she took him in, her tongue lapping at the salty pre-cum that beaded at his slit.

"Good girl," Stefano growled, his hips rolling forward, forcing another inch past her lips.

Vanessa gagged, her throat bulging as he filled her, her nose pressing against the scaled flesh of his lower abdomen. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t pull away—couldn’t pull away. The ring’s power held her in place, her body singing with submission, her cunt dripping onto the grass beneath her.

Stefano groaned, his claws tightening in her hair as he fucked her face in slow, deliberate strokes.

"That’s it… take it all," he hissed, his cock throbbing against her tongue. "Every. Last. Inch."

Vanessa’s eyes rolled back as he bottomed out, her throat stretching obscenely around his girth.

The Claiming

Stefano wrenched her off his cock with a wet lurid pop, her luscious cocksucking pillow lips swollen, her chin slick with spit and his tainted precum.

"On your back," he commanded, his voice laced with the ring’s hypnotic charm.

Vanessa collapsed onto the grass, her legs spreading of their own accord, her cunt pulsing with need.

Stefano crouched over her, his claws digging into her thighs as he aligned himself with her soaked entrance.

"This cunt is mine," he growled, his cockhead teasing her folds. "Say it."

Vanessa whimpered, her hips bucking uselessly, **** for more.