Imana has her way on repeat

Queen Imana pulled her glistening lips back from Sam’s throbbing cock with a satisfied, predatory smile. She looked up gracefully, still holding his paralyzed, floating body in her unbreakable telekinetic grip. Her blue eyes burned with delight as she studied his helpless, **** expression.

“There there. .. that was only a small appetizer,” she purred. “Now it’s time to show proper devotion to your Queen.”

With a slow wave of her emerald metallic leather-gloved hand, Imana lowered Sam’s body gently until his feet touched the cool marble floor. The paralysis on his limbs released just enough for him to move, but a heavy, irresistible telekinetic pressure settled over his shoulders, forcing him down. Sam dropped smoothly to his knees before her, helpless to resist.

“Worship them,” Imana commanded softly as she pointed down, extending one long, slightly wrinkled thigh-high metallic leather boot toward his face. “Kiss your Queen’s boots and show me how devoted you are.”

Sam’s heart hammered with guilt and shameful arousal. Sersi… The thought flashed through his mind, but Imana’s overwhelming presence left him ****. He leaned forward and pressed his lips reverently against the smooth, cool metallic leather of her boot. He kissed upward slowly, trailing his mouth along the shining material, feeling the power radiating from her. Imana watched with a pleased smirk, sometimes running her leather gloved hands through Sam’s head. Other times Imana occasionally twiddled her fingers to send small, teasing magical pulses into his aching cock as reward.

He worked his way higher, kissing the supple leather over her calf, then up her knee, moving closer to the apex of her thighs. His lips hovered just inches from her glistening pussy, breath trembling with desperation.

But before he could taste her, Imana let out a soft, teasing laugh and vanished in a swirl of blue cosmic sparkles.

She reappeared instantly on the massive circular royal bed that hovered near the center of the chamber, lounging seductively against silk pillows. Her leather emerald corset gleamed, legs slightly parted, golden hair cascading around her like a halo of divinity.

“Come to me, Samuel,” she called, her voice rich and commanding. “It’s time you ravished your Queen.”

Sam felt a powerful telekinetic pull wrap around his body. He was lifted off his knees and floated smoothly across the room toward the bed. Imana guided him gently down until he landed on top of her, his naked body pressed against her leather-clad curves. Her long metallic gloves slid around his back, pulling him closer.

“I want you now,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for hesitation. “Give your goddess everything.”

Driven by overwhelming desire and her magical influence, Sam obliged. He positioned himself between her powerful thighs and pushed easily inside her with a deep groan. Imana’s tight, velvet heat enveloped him completely, pulsing with cosmic energy that made his eyes roll back. He has never felt anything like it. She moaned in pleasure, wrapping her leather-clad legs further around his waist.

“That’s it… harder… good boy,” she whispered into his ear.

As Sam began thrusting into her with deep, passionate strokes, Imana unleashed her full mastery. Every time he neared the edge, she would twiddle her gloved fingers and send a precise magical command throughout his body. His impending orgasm would suddenly reset — the building pressure vanishing only to be replaced by fresh, even more intense arousal. She edged him mercilessly, over and over again, keeping him trapped in a cycle of exquisite torment while she took her pleasure from his tireless cock.

“Again,” she moaned, rolling her hips up to meet his thrusts. “Fuck me harder, Samuel. You will not dare cum until I allow it.”

Sam obeyed, pounding into her with everything he had. Each time he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, Imana would smile and reset him with a flick of her fingers — flooding his system with fresh waves of euphoric energy that made him gasp and shudder. He lost track of time, falling into a vivid hallucination, endlessly driving into her, worshipping every inch of her body as she moaned and cried out beneath him in repeated, shattering orgasms.

Her inner walls clenched around him like magic, milking his cock while denying him release. Blue and purple sparkles danced between their joined bodies with every thrust. Imana’s gloved hands roamed his back, occasionally squeezing his ass to pull him deeper.

“You belong inside me,” she gasped between moans, her voice dripping with possessive lust. “Look at you… endlessly pleasing your Queen. Sersi could never make you feel like this.”

Sam was lost — thrusting, sweating, moaning her name as she edged him mercilessly, resetting his climax again and again so he could continue serving her insatiable pleasure. The all-powerful Queen arched beneath him, pulling him into another deep, passionate kiss as yet another orgasm tore through her body, her cosmic magic keeping him rock-hard and **** for what felt like an eternity of blissful service.

Imana had no intention of letting him finish anytime soon. The night stretched on, filled with her erotic command and Sam’s helpless, devoted surrender.