And that realization — the understanding that she was being used, that her body was a tool for his pleasure, that the pain in her ass was making his cock feel good — sent a tremor through her that was not entirely pain.
She offered her ass.
Not with words. With her body. She arched her back. Pushed her hips higher. Spread her thick thighs wider. Gave him the angle. Gave him the depth. Gave him access.
"Fuck me more," she whispered. The words came out broken. Shamed. A princess begging for anal. "Just — fuck me more—"
PAH PAH PAAH PHACK!!
"AAAAHH~!!♡♡!! HAAAH~!!♡!! AAAHH~!!♡♡♡!!!"
He took turns.
Evriana's ass. Then Lucia's ass. Back to Evriana. Then Lucia. Each switch brought a new scream, a new hole, a new angle. Each woman's body reacted differently — Evriana's Catorian-built frame took him deeper, her thick ass cushioning each thrust. Lucia's lean demon-kin body was tighter, her anal canal narrower, the friction more intense.
