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The knuckles grew heavier, and the palm pressed wider against me.

“Oh, fuck!! You all are about to kill me with pleasure.”

Yoichi’s deep growl filled the room.

The soft body curled against my side hardened into muscle. The silk dress melted away, and the scent of plum wine faded into cedar and ancient smoke.

I opened my eyes and all that long hair pulled back into his scalp, and then Yoichi was lying beside me with his fingers buried inside me. Those two thick fingers stretched me in a way hers couldn’t.

I gasped. "Yoichi—"

"She had her taste." His voice came out rough, and his eyes burned into mine. "Now it's my turn."

He curled his fingers.

My whole body jerked.

He didn't go slow the way she had. He pumped into me deep and steady, his thumb grinding against my clit, his other arm sliding beneath my neck to hold me close.

He buried his face in my throat and inhaled me like a man coming up from the bottom of the ocean.

"You're dripping down my wrist, little witch," he groaned against my skin. "Do you know how long I've waited to feel this?"

I couldn't answer.

In fact, I could barely hold on.

He pulled his fingers out of me.

I whimpered at the loss.

"Don't worry, little witch." He rose over me and shoved my thighs wide with his knees. His pants were gone, just vanished like magic, and his cock slapped heavy against my belly, making this obscene, sharp sound in the space.

His cock was long enough that it pressed across my belly and stopped well above my navel. It curved slightly upward, heavy with want and the skin stretched taut.

The thick head was angry-red, yet still it was flushed golden at the crown.

The shaft was ridged with veins that traced the length of him like an erotic map.

It was a beast all on its own.

A fucking weapon of raw, primal desire.

Massive.

Pulsating.

Ready to fucking conquer my pussy unapologetically.

The sigils carved into his length’s skin pulsed orange and cast shifting light across the planes of his stomach.

The weight of his cock against my belly was shocking—dense and radiating heat like a brand that hadn't quite touched skin yet, the knot pulsing in a slow, insistent throb.

Where he rested against me the sigils hummed, a faint vibration that moved through my skin.

And dear God, his cock was hot enough to make me flinch. And it wasn’t from pain but from the contrast of all that focused heat pressed flat against my belly while the rest of me felt suddenly cold without him inside.

And then there was this heavy, thick band at the base swollen and throbbing.