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The poison took control then, Thanos had spent more than a few nights with Aja himself, in fact he had always picked her because of how much she looked like Arimneste. Now with the real thing right there the poison barely had to fight for control.

With practised ease he pressed the head of his cock against her opening and thrust hard. His cock parting her ready flesh, drawing a cry of surprised pleasure from Arimneste. She hardly registered the spike of pain as he forced his way through her maidenhead. Her hands, both now free, wrapped around his body, her fingernails digging into the flesh of his back as she let out a guttural cry of pleasure.

The shame of being taken by someone so far beneath her, of having her purity stolen away by the cock of some slave. It only seemed to pour more fuel onto the fires of her passion as he finally bottomed out inside of her.

For Thanos the sensation was far too much to take, already heightened by the poison it pushed him over the edge as soon as he reached the deepest point of his thrust. His body tightened as his member began to pulse deep inside of her, his seed pouring fourth in four long, nearly painful, flows that inundated her sex.

Arimneste, having never having seen lovemaking did not realise what had just occurred and Thanos found that, even though he had spent himself the fire had not left his mind or his body. His cock remained rod hard and the desire to ravish her only became more intense.

Drawing himself back he began to thrust into her body with a furious abandon, this time he did not even slow down as another orgasm overwhelmed him. The collection of his and Arimnestos’ fluids making the movements even easier.

For her part Arimneste felt the familiar pressure begin to build up inside of her, however this was nothing like what she had felt when using her own fingers. This pressure seemed a thousand fold greater than ever before, as Thanos came for the third time, she was finally pushed over the edge.

The orgasm was so intense that she could not even cry out, every muscle and tendon seemed to catch fire as her mind was washed away by the sensation. Thanos’s constant thrusting kept her riding the edge, never able to truly finish that first orgasm.

This continued on for what felt like hours, an ever increasing pool of fluid forming beneath the pair as the poison did its wicked work. By the time it had finally been purged from Thanos’s body he could not even lift himself off of Arimneste, instead collapsing into a deep slumber atop her as his seed leaked from around his finally softening member.