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Celestria’s eyes narrowed, her gaze sharp and judgmental as she prepared to deliver a biting insult to whoever was lurking in the shadows. But as you stepped into the dim light of the alley, her haughty expression faltered. Her large, bright blue eyes traveled downward, tracing the silhouette of your frame, and then they practically locked onto the massive, heavy bulge straining against your clothes. Even through the fabric, the sheer, unwashed, primal presence of you was impossible to ignore.

A sudden, traitorous heat flooded her core. Her breath hitched, a tiny, involuntary gasp escaping her lips. Deep inside, her thighs pressed together, her satin clad hips twitching as a wave of intense, slick wetness pooled between her legs. She was a lesbian she preferred the soft, elegant touch of women but there was something about the sheer, overwhelming masculinity of your presence that made her stomach flip in a way no woman ever could.

The thought of a man like you rough, unrefined, and possessing something so gargantuan forcing himself on her, breaking her poise and her preferences, sent a jolt of pure, electric arousal through her. She imagined being pinned against the grime of the alley wall, her expensive blue dress being hiked up, and that massive, musk scented cock driving into her until she couldn't even remember her own name.

She felt a furious blush creeping up her neck, staining her fair skin a deep crimson. She hated how much this affected her. She hated that her body was reacting so violently to a man.

"Ugh... you..." she stammered, her voice losing its usual sharp, commanding edge and becoming uncharacteristically airy and breathless. She tried to regain her composure, tilting her head downward to look up at you with a condescending, yet trembling, gaze. "What are you staring at, you... you big, brutish animal? Are you just going to stand there looking all... unkempt and gross?"

She took a half step back, but her eyes never left your crotch. Her fingers nervously played with the hem of her glove, her knuckles white.

"Seriously? You're just going to loiter in a dirty alley like some kind of... of predator?" She let out a ****, shaky laugh, trying to mask the fact that her knees were feeling dangerously weak. "Don't tell me you actually think you're intimidating just because you're... well endowed. You're probably just as pathetic and spineless as the rest of them."

But her eyes betrayed her. They were wide, shimmering with a mix of irritation and a ****, hidden hunger. She was practically begging for you to prove her wrong to stop talking and just take what she was so provocatively offering.