At His Mercy

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I felt his fingers spreading inside me, working relentlessly to stretch me open. He tried to push a third finger deep into my tight warmth, making my head fall back against the pillows with a heavy groan. SMACK. A sudden, sharp sting vibrated straight across my exposed p*ssy—not hard enough to truly hurt, but carrying a fierce, pleasurable shockwave that made my entire lower half spasm. "Ah!" I gasped, my instincts taking over as I tried to snap my knees shut. Drakon paused, his dark eyes flicking up to meet mine from between my legs. "Open them," he commanded smoothly. "And keep them open." I swallowed hard, forcing my thighs to part wide again, holding them still through sheer willpower. "I felt you clench," he said, a wicked smirk touching his lips. "Do you like that?" SMACK. An

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