It turned out that Leon’s assumption was entirely wrong.


    There seemed to be no limit to a living being’s capacity for sensation.


    The experience brought by the third dragon mark far surpassed that of two.


    On this wild and indulgent night, Leon and Rosvisser ascended to the pinnacle of passion over and over again.


    They lost all sense of time,pletely immersed in the intoxicating euphoria, unable to extricate themselves from the endless spiral of desire.


    Rosvisser found herself utterly overwhelmed, unable to discern where one session began and another ended.


    The man above her seemed like an unstoppable beast, tireless and relentless.


    There was no reprieve; all he did was take, push, and conquer her, stripping away her dignity and pride in a way that she found disturbingly satisfying.


    Her reason shattered under the onught of desire, dissolving into nothingness.


    And because of the overwhelming physiological stimtion, Rosvisser began to exhibit unusual signs of dragonification that night.


    The silver dragon scales on either side of her temples vanished at the height of ecstasy.


    Meanwhile, faint ice-blue dragon pupils appeared at the corners of her eyes, shrinking tightly.@@novelbin@@


    Had Leon not been entirely out of control himself, the budding dragon horns emerging from Rosvisser’s forehead might have be another toy for their games.


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