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... wet suction sound echoing obscenely in the quiet expanse of the throne room. He lingered for a moment, watching the way the damp, translucent fabric clung to her hardened nipple, rising and falling with her frantic, shallow breaths.
Isylia was panting, her head thrown back against the obsidian throne, her face flushed a deep, molten gold. Her hair, usually a halo of perfect solar rays, was fanned out in a chaotic disarray. She looked ravaged. She looked messy. She looked incredibly, tan ...
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