Chapter 1: Introduction
环境的突然变化让玲达头晕目眩，迷失了方向。前一刻，她还站在狭窄的公寓里，盯着笔记本电脑闪烁的光标，下一刻，她沐浴在异国他乡的金色光芒中。空气中弥漫着异国情调的香料和远处的烟味。当她欣赏着陌生的景象和声音时，她的心在胸口砰砰直跳。
眼前广阔的城市与她习惯的水泥丛林相去甚远。高耸的城墙环绕着这座城市，在其范围内，大理石建筑直冲云霄。街道上熙熙攘攘，人们穿着飘逸的长袍，装饰着复杂的珠宝。
玲达睁大了眼睛，看着这一幕。建筑令人叹为观止，宏伟的宫殿和寺庙拥有大理石柱和错综复杂的马赛克。这座城市充满活力，商人兜售他们的商品，孩子们欢笑嬉戏，远处的七弦琴和笛声弥漫在空气中。
她踉踉跄跄地穿过拥挤的街道，她的现代服装吸引了好奇的目光。她感到一阵自觉的痛苦，当她试图融入时，她的皮肤泛红。热得令人难以忍受，她能感觉到汗珠顺着她的脊椎流下。
附近喷泉的声音为她从混乱中提供了短暂的喘息机会，她发现自己被它所吸引。当她走近时，水中的凉雾亲吻了她的脸，让人短暂地松了一口气。
“哇，刚才发生了什么事？”她低声自言自语，半期待着从她周围的古老石墙上得到答案。她摇了摇头，试图驱散困惑和震惊的迷雾。“前一刻，我还在一个时间旅行网站上，下一刻......时间旅行？
当她深吸一口气，试图集中注意力时，她听到附近传来了骚动。
Turning, she saw a group of men approaching, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and fear. They spoke in hushed tones, pointing at her, and she could make out the word "diety" in their language, though it was unfamiliar to her.
在她能够理解发生的事情之前，一名男子从人群中脱离出来，向她走来。他身材高大，肌肉发达，皮肤上汗水闪闪发光，身体上装饰着银色，头发向后梳，露出强壮的下巴和坚毅的嘴巴。他的肌肉证明了他的力量和力量。他穿着一件束腰外衣，外衣敞开着露出他的胸部。他的手和脚上都戴满了银饰。
他的手腕上戴着银手镯。他的胸口沾满了一层薄薄的汗水。男人深深地鞠了一躬，他的声音洪亮地对她说，“你好，神圣者。我是 King Sarpedon。我是你最谦卑的仆人。这些街道刚刚发现您就在我们宁静的城市。请不要伤害他们。
玲达盯着他，吃了一惊。“我他妈的不是女神，”她结结巴巴地说，她的声音几乎是耳语。“我不知道你以为我是谁。”
萨佩顿国王睁大了眼睛，但他很快就恢复了过来，他的声音流畅而自信。
他的眼睛在她的身体上游荡，她注意到他的瞳孔放大了。“你可能不是女神，但你有能力永远改变我的生活，我会满足你的任何愿望。这座城市是你的。
玲达看着萨佩顿，呼吸急促。他肌肉发达的身体，汗水在他皮肤上闪闪发光，以及从他身上散发出来的纯粹力量。“我只有一个愿望，”她说，尽管肚子里有蝴蝶，但她的声音很稳定。“我想和肌肉发达、毛茸茸的男人发生性关系。”
国王的眉毛扬起，但他并没有犹豫。“如你所愿。我将召唤我王国中最强大的战士。
他们的头发像熊一样浓密，肌肉像神一样。“他反应很快，”当我深吸一口气并点头表示赞同时，他转过身来，用他的语言大喊命令。守卫们急忙服从，向不同的方向分散开来。
我跟着他穿过宫殿，睁大了眼睛，欣赏着这片富丽堂皇。大理石柱子向天空延伸，错综复杂的马赛克装饰着地板。这座宫殿证明了这位古代国王的财富和权力。
国王带我来到一个装饰着毛绒地毯和靠垫的房间，空气中弥漫着熏香和其他东西的香味——某种原始而令人陶醉的东西。
He signals for me to sit, and I lower myself onto a cushioned bench, my heart pounding in my chest and my palms sweaty. The king stands again, his voice booming in his language, barker for the arrival of his most muscular men.
I must admit I am excited and nervous, my body ready, willing, and I am sure able. I know exactly what I want, the most muscular and hairy man I can have sex with.
Lingda's hands tremble slightly as she waits. She looks around the room, her eyes gliding over the intricate tapestries and the flickering light of the oil lamps.
She feels herself getting hornier, her nipples hardening beneath her modern day clothes.
The anticipation is killing me, she thought, shifting slightly on the cushioned bench, trying to ease the growing ache between her legs.
The sound of heavy footfalls echoed through the corridor, and Lingda's breath hitched as the door to the chamber swung open. Two men stepped inside, their chests heaving from exertion. They were massive, their muscles rippling with each breath, and their bodies covered in a thick pelt of dark hair. Their eyes, wild and hungry, roamed over her body, taking in every curve and line.
"These are my most powerful warriors, the best of my men.
They will do anything you desire," King Sarpedon declared, his voice thick with authority. The two men stood before her, their chests bare, muscles glistening with sweat, and thick hair matted to their skin.
She could feel the heat radiating off their bodies, and the scent of their musk filled the air, intoxicating and primal. Lingda's mouth went dry, and her heart pounded in her chest like a war drum. "Your Majesty, these men are impressive indeed," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.
The king nodded, a smirk playing on his lips.
"They are yours to command, divine one. Whatever you desire, they will fulfill."
Lingda's heart raced as she stood up, her legs feeling like jelly. She walked around the two men, her eyes roaming over their bodies, taking in every rippling muscle, every scar, every thick tuft of hair. She reached out a tentative hand, running it over the chest of the man closest to her. His skin was hot to the touch, his muscles hard and unyielding. He let out a low grunt, his eyes never leaving hers.
She could feel his cock hardening and pressing against his loincloth.
"I want you both to fuck me," Lingda said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. She turned to the King."I want you to watch."
The King's eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "As you wish," he said, his voice thick with lust. He took a step back, his eyes never leaving Lingda's body as he gestured to her men. His men watched her intently with an eye full of desire, and they spread out between her. Their eyes never moving from her body.
Lingda turned to the men, her breaths quickening as she took in their powerful, hairy bodies.
She could feel the heat radiating off them, their musk filling the air, making her dizzy with lust. She reached out, her hands trembling slightly as she grasped the loincloth of the man closest to her.
She looked into his eyes, seeing the raw hunger reflected there. "I want you to fuck me," she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.
The man growled low in his throat, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. He reached out, his large hands gripping her hips, pulling her close. She could feel his hard length pressing against her, hot and insistent.
Her heart pounded, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she looked up into his fierce eyes. "Do it. I want to feel you inside me."
The man didn’t hesitate. His large hands gripped her waist and he spun her around, bending her over the cushioned bench. She could feel the cool marble against her cheek, her breasts pressed against the bench, and her ass exposed and vulnerable to the man. He held her down, his calloused hands gripping her hips tightly, and she could feel the rumble of his voice. "Fuck, you’re so ready for this" he said as he grabbed his cock.
He teased the thick head of his erection where her wetness was dripping.
The man's massive cock, is dripping off of his cock. Teasing me. He slapped it against her thigh and she gasped, the sound raw and primal. His hands, rough and calloused from years of training and battle, gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh. He positioned himself at her entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing against her wet folds.
"Fuck, you're so ready for this," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. Lingda could feel the heat radiating off his body, his thick cock throbbing against her. She pushed back against him, urging him on, her body aching for him.
"Please," she begged, her voice a choked whisper. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
There was a slight chuckle behind her and his hands were grabbing her hair in his hands. "We can do that, goddess, that, and more." He said, pulling her head up against him. And then he thrust into her, hard and deep, his massive cock filling her completely. She cried out, a sound of pure, raw pleasure.
He held her by her hips like a vice grip as his huge cock started to thrust slowly. "Goddess you are so tight" he whispered as he started to pick up the pace.
The feeling of his huge cock thrusting into her wet cunt made her gasp in pleasure. He groaned low in his throat, his grip on her hips tightening as he began to move. He thrust into her, hard and deep, his cock pulsing with each powerful stroke. She could feel every inch of him, the thick veins and the ridged tip dragging against her inner walls, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, his voice strained with effort. "Your pussy is so fucking tight." He began to move faster, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust, the sound raw and animalistic.
She could feel his balls slapping against her clit with each powerful stroke, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own, their bodies moving in a primal, frenzied dance.
He fucking me so hard, she thought, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and sensation. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he rammed into her.
The man behind her grunted and gripped her hair harder in his hands“You are so hot, so tight and so wet.
I want more and I want it deeper. You look so hot fucking the king’s warrior".
Her face turned to the other man and with a hungry desire, she grabbed his bulling cock from his trousers. His cock sprung loose, hard and veined. She started to stroke it, her small hand barely able to wrap around it. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with lust, and she took him into her mouth. He was hot and salty and hard as steel. The man behind her thrust harder, his cock pulsing inside her as she sucked the other man, their hips moving in sync.
The man in her mouth groaned.
"That's it, that's so good god princess," he muttered, his hands gripping her head, his cock throbbing in her mouth. LIngda could feel the power of the men above and around her. She could feel the power of his hands as he guided her head, his cock slipping further into her mouth. She felt used, wanted, and… fucking sexy. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him groan. She wanted more and she wanted it now.
The man behind her, thrusting into her pussy, pulled her hair hard and rough, the pain mingling with the pleasure, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her.
His cock swelled inside her, pulsing with every thrust, his balls slapping against her clit, driving her wild. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, the vibrations making the man in front of her groan deeper.
"I'm going to fucking cum," the man behind her growled, his voice strained with effort. His grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh, and his thrusts became more erratic, more powerful. He pounded into her, his cock pulsing deep inside her, his balls smacking against her clit with every thrust.
He took her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck.
He bit into the soft flesh, his teeth sinking just enough to make her gasp in a mix of pain and pleasure. His cock swelled even larger, pounding into her relentlessly, his balls slapping against her clit with each powerful stroke.
He pulled her back, his hips slamming against her ass as he drove his cock deeper and deeper inside her. Her body was on fire, the sensation of him thrusting into her, pounding against her walls, harder and faster, sent her over the edge.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Lingda screamed, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for all he was worth.
The man behind her roared, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he came, his hot seed spurting into her, filling her completely.
Her mind went to the other man standing in front of her. The man’s breath ragged, he pulled his cock from her mouth and she could feel him pressing against her tits. He started stroking her face as he looked at her with a cocky smile. "You are so fucking wet and you taste so fucking good. That is the best fucking mouth I have ever had on my cock" he whispered. "It is almost my turn." He stroked his cock harder as he looked at her with gleaming eyes.
His cock glistened with her saliva, and he growled low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "I can't wait to fuck you," he said with a pocky smirk. He was stroking his cock harder and he looked at her with a fierce look. "I want to fuck you so hard, to make you scream for me."
With his free hand he grabbed her head and he turned it to her side so he could continue to see her face as the other man was still pounding into her pussy. She let out a low moan and she pushed back against the man. Lingda bit down on her lower lip, her eyes locked onto him.
She could see the desire, the raw hunger, and the primal need in his gaze. She could feel her pussy clenched around the other men's cock, her body trembling with anticipation.
The man in front of her, his cock hard in his hand, leaned in close and pressed his lips against hers. His kisses were rough, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She could feel his cock throbbing in his hand.
She could feel his lips against her lips. She could feel him pushing his tongue past her lips and into her mouth. His taste was salty and raw. The man behind her was still pounding into her with his huge cock and he was still down deep.
The sound of his balls slapping against her every time he thrust into her sent her over the edge. Lingda moved her hips to meet the man behind her, as the man with the thick cock in front of her, the man with the thick cock in front of her, gripped her hair hard in his hand and pushed his huge cock hard into her mouth.
Her head bobbed back and forth as she sucked the head of his cock while she lifted her ass up for the man behind her to drive his cock deep inside her.
The man behind her held her hips tightly in his hands and he started to pound her harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.
The man behind her, drove his cock hard and deep into her pussy, his balls smacking against her clit with each powerful thrust.
The man with his cock in her mouth, the other man, with this huge cock, pushed harder against her mouth. He grabbed her head harder and he pushed harder against her. "Fuck me," he groaned, his voice raw and primal. "Fuck, your mouth is so hot, so wet."
She could feel the heat radiating off his body, his cock throbbing against her soft lips as she sucked him. Lingda could feel the man behind her slamming his cock deep inside her cunt.
The sound of his sweaty, hairy body slapping against hers with each thrust filled the room and her head bobbed up and down on the other man's cock. The taste of his cock was thick and salty. His hips, moving in slick, hard thrusts, propelled the might of his cock into her mouth and his pre-cum dripping into her mouth. Lingda could feel the rhythm of the men’s fucking her. Two men, each one of them taking a part of her.
The man with his cock in her mouth, gripped and held her head harder, then started to move his hips, fucking her mouth with deep, powerful strokes.
His cock slid in and out of her mouth, deep into her throat, the man whose cock was inside her pussy, grabbed her hips and started to fuck her harder and harder. He could feel his cock swelling up, growing harder, and the tip of his cock rubbing against all the sensitive spots in her mouth and throat.
Lingda could feel both of them, the man behind her taking her pussy, and the man fucking her mouth were both pushing her limits of pleasure. She was starting to get high on the feelings of all of their desire for her was sending her body over the edge.
The man behind her had a strong grip on her hair, pulling and the man in front of her had his fingers deep in her hair gripping and pulling and fucking her mouth. He was pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Lingda's mouth stretched around him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked and licked, the taste of his precum making her mouth water.
The man fucking her mouth let out a deep throaty groan.
"Fuck, goddess you look so fucking good with my cock buried in your mouth. You're sucking me like you want more of me"
Lingda moaned in agreement, the vibrations sending shivers through the man behind her..
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She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry out in pure primal ecstasy. Her entire body was buzzing with electricity from the two men. She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, the veins and ridges rubbing against her tongue. She could feel her throat stretching to take him deeper, her saliva dripping down her chin as she struggled to accommodate his massive size. My GOD, he smelled so good.
Her eyes met the man's as she sucked his cock and he was watching her, hands still on her hips, and he was watching as she sucked another man’s cock. The raw desire in his eyes sent a thrill of excitement through her body.
She clenched her pussy around the cock pumping hard inside her, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure that made her moan around the cock in her mouth.
The man fucking her mouth let out a rough groan, his hips slamming forward as he hit the back of her throat.
"That's it, you little whore. Take it all. Fuck, your mouth is so hot and wet. I'm going to cum so hard down your throat. You want my cum don't you?"
Lingda could feel the man behind her pounding harder, his cock throbbing inside her as he grunted and let out a deep, guttural growl.
"Your pussy is so tight, so fucking wet.
It is like you were made for me." The man behind her growled as he thrust deep into her. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove his cock in and out of her with powerful, relentless strokes.
The other man, his cock throbbing in her mouth, gripped her head with both hands, his fingers tangled in her hair, and his cock surged hard into her mouth. He groaned as his hips moved faster.
Lingda moaned in pleasure, the vibrations around the cock in her mouth making the man groan louder. She could feel his cock swelling even larger, throbbing against her tongue. She sucked harder, taking him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with the effort.
Her eyes watered, and she gagged slightly, but she didn't let up. She wanted this, needed this. The raw, primal act of being taken by these powerful men, their desire for her plain and unmistakable, sent her into a frenzy. The sound of their grunts and groans filled the room, mingling with the slap of flesh against flesh and the wet, obscene sounds of her mouth and pussy being fucked.
The man behind her, his cock buried deep inside her pussy, growled low in his throat. "Fuck, you feel so good. Your pussy is gripping my cock like a vice.
I can't hold on much longer," the man behind her growled, his voice strained with effort. He gripped her hips even tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her with wild abandon.
He started to thrust faster, harder, his hips slamming against her ass with each powerful stroke. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a raw, primal symphony of lust and desire.
The man in front of her, his cock throbbing in her mouth, let out a deep, guttural groan. "Fuck, I can feel your pussy milking his cock." he groaned as he gripped her head harder in his hands.
He started to thrust harder and harder. Lingda moaned and then she felt it. It was like an explosion deep inside of her pussy. Her entire body felt paralyzed. The man’s cock was pumping hard into her as the other man was pumping his cock in her mouth. The heavy sweet scent of sex was all around her.
She came hard. Her body shaking and convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her in a rush that left her breathless. The man behind her let out a deep roar, his cock pulsing deep inside her pussy as he came, his hot seed spurting into her. The man in front of her, his cock still buried in her mouth, let out a deep guttural groan, his hips jerking as he came, his cock throbbing as he spurted his hot seed down her throat.
She swallowed, her throat working as she took everything he gave her, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.
Lingda pulled off of his cock. She raised her head, locking eyes with the king, his eyes gleaming with a raw intensity. "I want you to stop today. I want you to be with me at the bath, to wash off the sweat of battle. I want more from you." She whispered, her voice low and sultry, dripping with the raw lust still pulsing through her veins. My pussy is still throbbing, she thought as she pressed her lips together, the residue of the two men still lingering on her tongue.
The king's eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "As you wish, my goddess. I am yours to command." He stepped back, his cock still hard and glistening with her saliva, and he gestured to the entrance of the bath.
"Follow me."
She rose, her body aching and still tingling from the intense, raw fucking she had just experienced. Her legs felt unstable, but the throbbing between her legs was a reminder of the raw, animalistic power she had just experienced. Her pussy was still raw from the hard pounding it had received, her lips swollen and wet. She could feel her own juices dripping down her thighs as she followed the king towards the bath.
The bath was an expansive chamber, the walls adorned with intricate mosaics depicting scenes of raw, unbridled lust. The air was thick with the scent of aromatics, the steam rising from the water creating a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere.
The king led her to the center of the chamber, where a large, marble bath was filled with steaming water. Lingda could feel the heat radiating from the water, the scent of exotic oils and herbs filling her nostrils.
"Your majesty," she said in a soft low voice. "I want a bath." With a soft smile he nodded and she could see the heat in his eyes. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve.
The king undressed, his hands moving steadily as he removed his clothes. His body was a masterpiece of muscle and strength, his skin gleaming with sweat and adorned with the scars of countless battles.
He stood proudly before her, his cock already hard and standing at attention, a testament to his desire. She could see the thick veins pulsing along his shaft, the bulbous head glistening with precum.
"Your majesty, you are magnificent," Lingda whispered, her eyes locked onto his massive cock. She licked her lips, anticipating the taste of him on her tongue.
The king stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out, his large hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lips. "You are the one who is magnificent, my goddess.
Allow me to show you the true power of a king, if it is what you desire.”
Lingda’s heart raced as she gazed into the king's piercing eyes, a mixture of excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins. The king's hands, rough and calloused from years of battle and power, cupped her chin gently, his thumb brushing against her swollen lips. His presence was commanding, his muscles rippled beneath his skin, and his cock, thick and hard, throbbed with desire. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the intoxicating scent of his musk enveloping her. Lingda's breath hitched as she reached out, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles, the thick mat of hair that covered his skin.
She looked down at his cock. It was thick and hard.
It was enormous. She could feel the heat radiating off his cock, the thick veins pulsing with each beat of his heart. He and his men were magnificent.
Lingda looked up into the king's eyes, her own filled with a mix of awe and desire. She licked her lips, her tongue tracing the contours of his thick head. The king let out a low growl, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly as he leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, demanding kiss. She melted into him, her body pressed against his, feeling the hard length of his cock against her belly. He tasted of sweat and power, a heady mix that sent her senses into overload.
His tongue plunged into her mouth, aggressive and dominant, claiming her as his own. Lingda moaned, her body pressing harder against him, her hands roaming over his muscular back, feeling the ridges of his scars and the raw power that lay beneath his skin.
The king's hands moved to her breasts, his fingers squeezing and kneading, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they were hard and aching. She gasped into his mouth, her body arching towards him, craving more of his touch. He broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with a primal hunger.
"I want to fuck you, goddess," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
"I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
Lingda's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, your majesty. Fuck me. Make me yours."
The king's eyes darkened with lust, and he grabbed her hips, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her to the edge of the marble bath. He sat her down on the cool stone, his body pressing between her thighs, his hard cock rubbing against her wet folds. Lingda gasped, her head falling back as she arched into him, her body craving more of his touch.
He gripped her thigh, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he spread her wide, exposing her wet pussy to his hungry gaze.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I can smell your desire, goddess. It's intoxicating."
Lingda's breath hitched as she looked down at his cock, thick and hard, the veins pulsing with each beat of his heart. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, feeling the heat and power of him. He groaned, his hips jerking forward, his cock throbbing in her grip.
The king's eyes flicked up to hers, his gaze intense and demanding. "Touch yourself," he ordered, his voice a low growl.
"Show me how wet you are for me."
Lingda bit her lip, her eyes locked onto his as she slid her hand down her body, her fingers trailing over her sensitive flesh. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, the raw intensity of his desire. Her fingers found her clit, slick and swollen, and she let out a soft moan as she began to rub in slow, deliberate circles. The king's eyes darkened, his grip on her thigh tightening as he watched her pleasure herself.
"That's it, goddess," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Make yourself come for me." The king demanded, his grip tight on her thighs, his eyes never leaving her cunt. Lingda's breath hitched in her throat, her fingers moving faster over her clit, her hips bucking against her hand as she chased her release. The king's eyes were intense, his lips parted as he watched her, his cock throbbing and leaking precum onto her leg.
Her fingers slick and wet, glistening in the dim light of the chamber. I can that’s how wet I am. He needs to see it all.
She needed to be raw for him. "I want you inside me, your majesty. I want to feel you stretching me, filling me completely."
She parted her legs wider for him, her fingers slipping into her pussy, the saturated sound of her wetness filling the air. Lingda moaned, her hips bucking as she foresaked all inhibition, the satisfaction of his gaze driving her past all restraint. The king's eyes were locked on her fingers, his cock throbbing as he watched her fuck herself.
"Fuck, you're so hot," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "I need to see your pretty cunt stretch around my cock.
Look at you, juicing up for me like a nice little whore. You're so eager to please the king. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it in your touch. You want to be claimed. You want to be fucked raw by the king. I have a whole fucking army of hungry men for you." The king's voice, deep and gravelly, sent shivers down Lingda's spine. He gripped his cock, stroking it slowly as he watched her.
He groaned as he took a clear view. Her pussy was pulsing for him to fill her. It dripped with lust. His cock was swollen and ready for her. He needed to be inside her.
The king needed to feel her tight pussy wrapped around his cock. He needed to hear her scream his name.
He leaned forward, one hand gripping her thigh, the other fisting his cock as he pressed the thick head against her entrance. Lingda's breath hitched, her eyes locked onto his as he began to push inside, the thick tip of his cock stretching her tight, wet folds.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his voice strained with effort as he slid an inch into her. He could feel her body tense, her muscles clenching around him, resisting his intrusion. He slapped her pussy with his cock and he let out a chuckle.
"You like to get raw little goddess, don’t you? This is not going to be a gentle fucking. This is going to be hard and fast. Rough and dirty. This is how we treat our goddesses. This is how we take what we want and fucking leave our mark." The king said as he slid his entire length deep inside her, the forceful thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through her body. Lingda gasped, her back arching off the marble as she felt him stretch her, fill her completely. Her nails clawed at his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him deeper.
The king grunted, his hips slamming against her as he began to move, his cock dragging against her inner walls, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the chamber, a raw, primal symphony of lust and desire.
"Fuck, you feel so good," the king growled, his voice strained with effort. "Your pussy is so fucking tight. I can feel you gripping my cock like a vice."
He thrust harder, his hips slamming against her, his cock pulsing deep inside her. Lingda moaned, her body arching to meet his thrusts, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath.
The king's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her, his cock swelling and throbbing with each powerful stroke. She could feel every inch of him, the thick veins and ridged tip dragging against her inner walls, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
"Fuck, you're so deep," she gasped, her voice choked with lust. "I can feel you everywhere."
The king smirked, his eyes locked onto hers as he began to move faster, his hips slamming against her with wild abandon. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the chamber, a raw, primal symphony of lust and desire.
"That's it, my goddess.
Take my cock. Take all of it." The king groaned, his hips slamming into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. His cock, thick and hard, stretched her wide, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent her senses spiraling. She could feel every inch of him, the thick veins pulsing against her inner walls, the ridged tip rubbing against her sensitive spots, sending jolts of electricity through her body.
"I need you deeper," Lingda gasped. She felt unhinged, and she needed more. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper.
The king's eyes never left hers, his gaze intense and hungry as he began to move even faster, his hips slamming against her with a powerful ferocity that left her gasping for breath. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he drove into her with raw, unbridled passion.
His sweat dripped onto her breasts, mixing with her own perspiration, creating a slick, sensual sheen that made their bodies glide against each other with ease. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoed through the chamber, a primal, carnal symphony that sent her senses into overdrive.
The king's body was a work of art, muscles rippling beneath his sweat-slick skin, every line and contour a testament to his raw power and strength. He fucked her with a ferocity that left her breathless, his hips slamming against her with each powerful thrust, his cock stretching her wide, filling her completely. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, leaving bruises that she knew would ache later. But she didn't care.
She wanted more. She wanted to be taken, to be used, to be completely at the mercy of this powerful, dominant man. She needed him inside her, filling her, stretching her, claiming her as his own. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move faster. His hips slammed against her ass, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the chamber. He was so deep inside her, she could feel him everywhere, his cock pulsing and throbbing, hitting spots she didn't know existed.
The king growled, his voice a low, primal rumble. "Fuck, you're so tight.
I want to hear you scream" the king growled, his voice a low, primal rumble as he continued to pound into her. His hips moved with a relentless rhythm, his cock swelling and throbbing with each powerful thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, the mix of pleasure and pain sending her senses into overdrive. She could feel every inch of him, the thick veins pulsing against her inner walls, the ridged tip rubbing against her most sensitive spots.
"Harder," Lingda gasped, her voice choked with lust. "Fuck me harder, your majesty. Make me scream."
The king's eyes darkened, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he complied with her demand.
He leaned down, his body pressing against hers, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, demanding kiss. His cock throbbed and he let out a deep growl, as it swelled deep in her tight and wet pussy. Her moan was muffled against his lips, her body arching to meet his thrusts. He began to fuck her with a ferocity that left her breathless, his hips slamming against her with each powerful stroke.
Can you feel that I'm going deeper and harder. This is what you want, to be fucked hard by the king. You and I know you can take more." he whispers in her ear.
"You want it harder, don't you, you little slut? You want the king to fuck you so hard you can't walk straight tomorrow.
His cock is so deep inside her, so thick, so hard, and so long, that she could hardly stand the feeling. She wanted more of this. She wanted to keep this feeling forever. She knew she was close to the edge. She needed him harder, deeper. He thrust harder, his hips slamming against her. His cock plunging even deeper within her. She could feel every thick inch of him pulsing, throbbing, and stretching her pussy.
She responded by opening her mouth. The king’s lips crashed down on hers again, and he kissed her deeply.
The king's tongue plunged into her mouth, his cock pulsing deep within her, and he growled as she moaned into his mouth. The raw, unbridled lust coursing through her veins. The primal need to be taken, to be claimed, to be fucked raw by this powerful, dominant man. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her body arching to meet his thrusts. He was swallowing her moans and she could taste the salt of his sweat, the raw, masculine scent of him filling her nostrils, driving her wild.
She could feel his cock swelling inside her, his hips moving faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pounded into her with wild abandon. His hands gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh, holding her in place as he took her with a ferocity that left her breathless.
Lingda could feel the king's cock swelling inside her, stretching her wide, filling her completely. She could feel every inch of him, the thick veins pulsing against her inner walls, the ridged tip rubbing against her most sensitive spots, sending jolts of electricity through her body.
The king’s relentless thrusts finally pushed her past the edge, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Her body convulsed, her muscles clenching around him as she screamed his name, her vision blurring as she came hard. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she slumped against the cool marble, her body trembling with the force of her climax.
The king, his own body slick with sweat and exertion, gently pulled out of her. His cock, still hard and glistening with her juices, throbbed with his own unfinished lust. He leaned down, his fingers gently brushing the sweat-dampened hair from her face, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and raw desire.
"Goddess, are you alright?" he murmured, his voice rough with passion, his breath still ragged.
Lingda's body, sated and exhausted, had succumbed to the intensity of her orgasm, her vision fading to black as she slithered into unconsciousness. The king, his own body still throbbing with unspent desire, tenderly wiped the sweat and fluids from her skin, his touch gentle and reverent. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in the flush of her skin, the swell of her breasts, and the soft curve of her hips. They should be on the same bed, he thought.
He scooped her up in his arms, her body limp and boneless against his chest. He carried her to the large, opulent bed in the chamber adjacent to the bath, the silk sheets cool against his bare skin. He lay her down gently, her head resting on the plush pillows, her hair fanned out around her like a dark halo.