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Chapter 11 by bastian

Does she over power you?

Her Strength Gives Out

With a sudden burst of strength, the princess pushes against you, her hands pressing firmly against your chest. For a few moments, you fear she might succeed in forcing you away, her determination and raw power making her a formidable opponent. Her eyes blaze with fury, and her lips curl into a snarl as she fights with every ounce of her strength.

But ever so slowly, her resistance falters. Though she fights on through gritted teeth, it’s clear to both of you—the struggle is over.

With an almost imperceptible slowness, the tip of your cock enters the princess and, inch by inch, your thick shaft follows. As your two bodies merge, you see the fury in her eyes melt away, replaced with a strange mingling of fear, uncertainty, and desire.

You’ve won. Completely drained, Viola surrenders, collapsing against you. Her arms and legs instinctively wrap around you for support, and her chin rests gently on your neck as a shuddering sob racks through her.

For nearly a minute, you stand there panting, your nearly ten-inch manhood impaling the young princess. The room is silent except for the sound of your labored breathing. As your strength returns, you push the princess against one of the walls of the sitting room, the cold stone pressing against her back.

She gasps, her hands flying to your shoulders as she struggles weakly, her defiance flickering but not yet extinguished. “Let me down,” she orders, her voice trembling but still carrying a note of authority. “You’ve had your fun.”

But you ignore her, your body moving with a primal urgency. Slowly at first, but with increasing intensity, you begin to slide in and out of her, thrusting deeply at the base of each stroke. The princess’s nails dig into your shoulders, her breath hitching as she fights to maintain control.

**** to regain some semblance of dominance, she grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back sharply as she kisses you deeply. Her lips are fierce and demanding, her tongue tangling with yours in a battle for supremacy. But the mixture of pleasure and pain only pushes you further over the edge, your desire for her burning hotter than ever.

Digging your fingers into her supple ass, you begin to slide her up and down your shaft with increasing speed, her clit grinding against your abs with each movement. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling as she teeters on the edge of ecstasy.

“By the holy mother!” she cries out, her head lolling back as an impassioned moan escapes her lips. You feel her cunt tighten around your shaft, her body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm. Her nails rake down your back, leaving fiery trails in their wake, but you don’t stop, driven by a primal need to claim her completely.

With a bestial moan, you push up into her one final time, your release surging through you as strings of hot semen flood her royal womb. The princess’s body jerks against yours, her cries of pleasure mingling with your own as you both succumb to the overwhelming intensity of the moment.

When the throes of passion finally subside, your cock slides wetly from between her legs, a thick mixture of male and female ejaculate pouring out of her and adding to the sizable pool already beneath you. The princess sags against the wall, her legs trembling as she struggles to stay upright.

Gently, you help her to her feet, but the princess manages to make her way to her throne before collapsing in exhaustion. You, on the other hand, don’t make it past the thick carpet, crumpling to the floor and staring blankly at the ceiling, your body spent and your mind reeling.

“That was… interesting,” the princess murmurs, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. Her voice is hoarse, but there’s a hint of amusement in her tone. “I didn’t know a man could… do what you did.” She pauses, her fingers idly tracing the armrest of her throne as she thinks for a moment. “Perhaps my mother was right to keep you alive.”

You open your mouth to respond, but your words are cut short by a flicker of movement at the edge of your vision. Both you and the princess turn toward it at the same time, your bodies tensing as you prepare for whatever comes next.

Who (or what) is it?

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