?Chapter 463:


    Dominic withdrew his fingers, now glistening with my arousal. His eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction as he smeared the moisture over my anus, his grin widening.


    “No… please…” I gasped, still struggling weakly. “Let me go…”


    But my pleas were ignored. Dominic only grew more determined, more eager. Without warning, his tail pushed between my hips and slipped into my asshole. At the same time, his cock thrust into my vagina, filling mepletely.


    “No… Dominic…” My voice broke as I raised my hands to push him away, but he was relentless. He spread my legs wider, his head dipping to bite my nipple—a sharp painced with horrifying pleasure shooting through me.


    His tongue flicked over my breast as his cock and tail moved in unison, their dual rhythm pushing me toward surrender. Slowly, my resistance crumbled.


    Now both my asshole and vagina dripped with cum.


    “No… please… I can’t take it… Let go of me…” I whispered, faltering at the overwhelming intensity of it all.


    The thought of his tail inside my ass twisted my stomach into knots. Yet the sound of my own voice seemed to spur him on. His cock swelled even harder within me, stretching me to the brink. Just as I felt I might shatter, he pulled out—both his dick and his tail—leaving me trembling and exposed. My release coated him, glistening under the dim light.


    For a fleeting moment, I believed it was over.


    But then Dominic flipped me onto my stomach, pressing my face into the mattress until I was forced onto my hands and knees. He gripped my hips, lifting them toward him.


    “Lift your hips,” hemanded, punctuating his words with a sharp spank to my left cheek.


    I hesitated, defiance flickering within me, but my body obeyed almost instinctively. His cock and tail pushed back inside me in one brutal motion, stretching me until pain and pleasure blurred into one unbearable sensation. The bed groaned beneath us, protesting each frantic thrust as he drove into me harder, faster, pushing me toward the edge of sanity.


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    The wet, rhythmic p of his body against mine echoed in the room, drowning out my thoughts until my mind went numb. I was utterly trapped, powerless beneath him, unable to escape the relentless pace he set. Overwhelmed, I came endlessly, my body convulsing with waves of pleasure I could no longer control.


    Makenna’s POV:


    The dawn crept through the curtains, dragging me into consciousness. My body felt like lead, muscles aching, my head swimming in a dull fog—clear remnants of a whole night of sex. It had drained every ounce of my energy.


    My back protested as I shifted in bed, and with a sharp inhale, I forced myself to nce around. The space beside me was cold and empty. Dominic was already gone. That bastard!


    A low groan slipped from my lips as I cursed and pushed my weary self upright. My body screamed in protest, sore from more than just fatigue, but I had to get up. With a sigh, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and padded downstairs, each step like wading through msses.


    A servant approached me the moment I reached the bottom of the staircase, her head bowed respectfully. “Good morning, Miss Dunn.”


    “Morning,” I mumbled. “Where’s Prince Dominic?”


    Her smile never wavered. “He had urgent business to attend to. He left early this morning and said you could stay or leave whenever you wish.”


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