行尸走肉第3季

Ryan lay atop the panting Frost General, who looked more like a soldier than a general now that she was completely naked in his bedroom.

The sight of the muscular female warrior pinned below him caused an intense feeling of dominance and pride to wash over his senses. He admired her golden hair, pale skin, giant breasts, and perfectly toned figure with a lust-filled gaze.

"Please stick it in already!" Ester screamed for the thousandth time that night.

"You have yet to cum, Lady," Ryan said in a soft, gentle voice as he continued teasing the outside of her wet pussy lips with his fingers.

"I told you it would be too dangerous to give you a full-blown orgasm at first. The risk is too great, so you'll cum from just this stimulation," Ryan said, chuckling.

Whimpering, Ester begged him for more, "Please use more than one finger... it's torture."

Smiling devilishly, Ryan put his index and middle fingers together, rubbing them against her clit while massaging her swollen labia and outer folds with his thumb.

He could feel her inner walls becoming tighter and slicker as she neared climax. As soon as she began to shudder, he pulled back his hand, leaving her gasping in desperation.

"Oh no! Don't stop!" Ester pleaded.

"You'll need to keep on begging!" Ryan laughed before pushing forward again, continuing to pleasure the beautiful woman underneath him by running the tips of his nails along the length of her slit.

Ester cried out in pleasure when Ryan added a little pressure to his touch, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably. Her hands tried to reach toward her needy cunt, but just like her previous attempts, Ryan's will stopped them.

"In my palace, I am god. So beg me to let you cum!" he demanded.

"Y-Yes, master," Ester replied between moans and pants of air as she continued to wriggle beneath him. She couldn't believe how needy she had gotten from her new master's single finger.

Her breaths became erratic and desperate as her body grew hotter and flushed red with each passing second.

"Please... please don't make me wait any longer... Please... let me... cum..."

With that last word, Ester finally gave up on controlling herself, letting go entirely as the feelings overwhelmed her entire being. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head while her toes curled and tensed under the bed sheets.

She was going to die if this kept happening to her! If this man wouldn't take pity on a poor girl who needed it so desperately! "Ahhh!! Fuckkkk!!" she screamed in ecstasy, trembling uncontrollably as a long wave of pleasure crashed over her body.

"Good lord... I can feel it," Ryan whispered in awe, staring at the beautiful woman below him, whose face twisted in blissful pleasure, showing every emotion imaginable through her expressions.

The sexual energy the general was giving off was enormous. Ryan quickly gathered it all using his lust ability and stored it inside his energy palace.

As energy poured into his storage, Ryan could tell he had been one wrong move away from death today. 'This woman is strong.'

As Ester's climax ended, she collapsed against the bedsheets.

The feeling of power sent shivers down his spine as he smiled to himself smugly, knowing he had just gained something more valuable than just strength.

"Thank you for taking care of me, master," Ester said after catching her breath as her body stopped shaking.

Although the negative connotation had surrounded that word for her, as the Grand Empress had been her 'master' before this young man, the term brought unexpected joy when saying it now.

"It's my honor, Lady Frost," Ryan said, looking up from where they were lying together on their sides before meeting her gaze again.

"But to seal our pact, I must deposit my seed."

"That's fine. It will take a while, anyway. By the time you're hard, I'll be rea-"

Ester froze, seeing Ryan drop his pants to the floor and pull out his erect, throbbing cock with one smooth motion.

"How is that possible?" she gasped in disbelief, eyes wide as she gazed at his enormous member.

Ryan smirked as he ran two fingers over its tip, coating them in pre-cum. He then reached between Ester's legs and slid his fingers past her folds into her cunt where he stuck his pre-cum soaked fingers.

Ester's mind blanked as she felt the most pleasurable experience of her life pulsate through her body.

It was too much... the pressure inside of her was getting stronger...

She began to feel herself get wetter and hotter inside... the room seemed to grow brighter... the air became heavy... She could feel something inside her head telling her to reach down to her clit... that if she did, it would all end right there and then...

The moment her fingers wrapped around her swollen pearl, everything exploded. A powerful wave of orgasmic pleasure rushed through every inch of Ester's body, making it impossible for her to control it. Then, as her knees buckled, she lost consciousness as well.

As Ester faded into oblivion, she heard a deep chuckle from next to her, "Ahhh! It took longer than I thought, but you're finally mine."

Her last conscious thought before blacking out was, 'What have I done?'

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Ester and Ryan lay in bed, soft silken sheets intertwined around their bodies.

Ester played with Ryan's hair, curling it with her fingers

"So," she asked, "how well do you know Duchess Vanroth?"

Ryan looked at her quizzically, "Well, that's an odd question here, of all places. Do you want to bring the Duchess to bed?"

Ester laughed. "No, that is not what I was thinking."

'Although she does have a nice rack,' Ester thought.

"I just had an interesting conversation with the Duchess, and I thought you might like to know what she said."

Ryan yawned, "That's fine. I don't need to know what she said. She's invited me over, so I'm sure she'll let me know."

Ester sat up. "What? You can't go over to her house!"

"And why not," asked Ryan, turning on his side, leaning his head against his bent arm. "Is this you being jealous? It's not a good look on you, sweety."

Ester lightly smacked his shoulder. "You cad. I'm sure she would not go to bed with you anyway. She doesn't like you."

Ryan scoffed. "Is that a challenge?"

"Not a challenge, a fact. Do you know that she has been watching you? Almost your every move?"

"What do you mean?" Ryan also sat up and leaned against the leather headboard.

"She has been following you, trying to keep you away from Emily. She also said that you're not good enough for her daughter."

"Oh, did she now?" Ryan said, chuckling.

"Duchess Vanroth even saw what you were doing when you rescued Emily; apparently, that was your saving grace. That's the only thing she likes about you."

Ryan laughed. "Honestly, I could care less. All that means is that she's a busybody. She can watch me all she wants. Not like she's the only one. I think that means she's a bit of a voyeur.

Ester snorted. "You would think that. It means she's an overbearing mother trying to get you away from her daughter."

"Well, thank you for the information. I don't think it affects me one way or the other. I just need to get my egg back."

"Your egg?"

"Don't worry about it. I had something the Duchess took away, and I need it back. That's why she invited me over."

"Well, don't say I didn't warn you. Now, please release me from your palace. I must attend to my duties."