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... w. Harder. Using him like an object designed for this single function.
Mahir writhed.
Head thrashing again. Claws flexing and retracting. Tail whipping so violently it knocked a glass of water off the nightstand; the crash went unnoticed. His breathing had turned into harsh, open-mouthed pants—each exhale edged with a whine he couldn’t suppress.
He was shaking apart.
And still he held.
Still he obeyed.
Elara felt the orgasm coiling in her belly—tig ...
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