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But just a moment after, she Leila gasped in shock as Erwin's penis touched her back door again. She turned to look at him in surprise, only to see a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "What did do you think? I stopped because you looked in pain? No babe, you are mine and I use your any part as I please to pleasure myself, even this," he said with a smirk, pushing his cock inside her anus with force. Leila gasped in pain, her eyes widening in shock.

This time the penis penetrate Her Anus smoothly because of the natural lubricant Erwin had applied from her pussy. The silky texture eased the entry of the penis to her warm asshole.

"AHh it's painful, please stop." Leila said as her hand clenched the bedsheet tightly, trying to ease the pain in her anus.

"Oh ahhh." Erwin moaned as in pain Leila's anus tightened more.

"it will not if you stop tensing your body. Lossen up your anus...."Erwin instructed as he caressed her reddened buttcheeks with soft touch and Leila slowly tensed body started to get loosen up as she felt a mixture of pain and pleasure from dick inside her anus.

Erwin couldn't help but think, 'Fuck It's still so tight,' as he attempted to move within her. The tightness of Leila's anus prevented him from fully indulging in his desires, the physical constraints becoming apparent. Despite his lack of concern for Leila's well-being, he recognized the limitations imposed by her body.

Withdrawing his member, Erwin shifted Leila's face upwards, a sudden change in their course. "Let's not do this today," he murmured, a hint of mercy in his voice. "Instead, let her enjoy her last orgasm of the day."

Erwin, consumed by his desires, whispered to Leila, his voice filled with a mix of arousal and anticipation, "Leila, can you use your cleaning magic to cleanse yourself?" His words hung in the air as her hazy eyes locked onto his.

Leila's mind resisted, refusing to give in to his request. Her voice, tinged with defiance, replied, "Why would I clean myself just so you can make me dirty again? Never..." Her words held a hint of defiance, a testament to her inner strength.

But against her will, the magic circle on her hands materialized, glowing with power. Despite her protests, it began to work, cleansing the stains of Erwin's fluid from her mouth and body. The magic obeyed its own mysterious rules, responding to an unknown force that compelled Leila's compliance.

Seeing this, Erwin's hands roamed her curves, grasping and caressing, while his lips found her neck, leaving trails of hot kisses along her skin. Erwin's knowledge of Leila's desires and boundaries allowed him to push her to the brink of pleasure without overstepping her limits. He expertly used his fingers and tongue to tease and tantalize her, ensuring that her pleasure soared to unimaginable heights.

His penis continued rubbed her already swollen pussy, making it cry for another torture session of hard pounding. "Do you want it?" Erwin's voice was filled with anticipation, his words carrying a hint of dominance. He watched as Leila, driven by her own desires, began to move on her own, defying the weariness that enveloped her.

'why do I like this torture so much?' Leila's body responded to the call of pleasure, overcoming the fatigue that threatened to dampen her spirits. Her movements, fueled by a raw craving, enticed Erwin further, intensifying the erotic dance between them.

'I don't want it.' The weariness that once held her captive faded into the background as Leila surrendered to the rising tide of passion. Each movement, each touch, was a testament to her yearning, mirroring the hunger burning within Erwin.

With unrestrained fervor, he explored her body, pleasuring her in various ways to intensify her experience. His skilled touch teased and caressed her erogenous zones, heightening her arousal. Erwin's member, now throbbing with anticipation, found its way into her eager and welcoming depths. He entered her slowly, savoring the tightness and warmth that enveloped him.

As their bodies moved in perfect sync, the room filled with their moans and gasps, a symphony of their shared pleasure. With every thrust, every touch, they drew closer to their climactic release, bodies trembling with anticipation.

With the last forceful thrust, Erwin's body shakes and released another hot shot into her pussy, making her highly sensitive body reach the heaven with it. Waves of pleasure washed over them, leaving them breathless and utterly satiated, their connection sealed in the sweet aftermath of their shared release.

Leila's body lay sprawled on the bed, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Her skin, flushed and flushed with the aftermath of pleasure, bore the marks of their passionate encounter. Beads of perspiration trickled down her forehead and traced a path along her collarbone, disappearing between the valley of her breasts.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she caught her breath, her breasts heaving with each gasp. The gentle quivering of her legs and the slight tremor in her arms betrayed the intensity of the experience. Her body, sated and fully spent, radiated an undeniable aura of contentment.

Leila's hair, tousled and tangled from their fervent lovemaking, spilled across the pillow in disarray. Her lips, swollen and reddened from the fervent kisses they had shared, formed a blissful, satisfied smile. The room was filled with the lingering scent of their passionate encounter, a heady mixture of desire and fulfillment.

'this bitch's slutty pussy is quite hungry even after I gave it so much to eat.' Erwin thought as Leila's body still tingled with the aftershocks of pleasure as Erwin's semi-erect penis remained inside her. The warm, wet embrace of her vagina clung to his shaft, pulsating gently in response to their recent climax. 

Inside Leila, the aftermath of their lovemaking was evident. Her vaginal walls, sensitive and engorged, throbbed with the echoes of their passionate encounter. The inner folds of her sex glistened with a mixture of their bodily fluids, a visual testament to their intense intimacy. The tightness of her grip around Erwin's partially erect member spoke of the fulfillment they had both experienced. 

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The room emanates an air of elegance and sophistication, adorned with subtle yet distinct hints of femininity. Bathed in soft, golden light that filters through heavy velvet curtains, the ambiance is warm and inviting. The walls were dressed in deep hues of amethyst and emerald, creating a captivating backdrop for the room's enchanting contents.

A grand mahogany desk, polished to a mirror-like shine, takes center stage, commanding attention with its regal presence. The surface was impeccably organized, with stacks of aged parchment neatly aligned alongside quill pens and inkwells. An exquisite crystal paperweight, catching the light in shimmering hues, rests atop an open book, hinting at the owner's passion for knowledge and meticulous attention to detail.

Adjacent to the desk, an ornately carved oak bookshelf stretches from floor to ceiling, housing a vast collection of tomes on various magical disciplines. Leather-bound volumes, their spines displaying faded gold lettering, whisper tales of forgotten spells and ancient rituals. Amongst them, a delicate porcelain figurine of a winged creature perches, exuding an ethereal grace and capturing the owner's affinity for magical creatures.

The room boasts a comfortable seating area where plush armchairs are upholstered in rich velvet, their color echoing the amethyst tones of the walls. An intricately embroidered throw pillow showcases delicate stitches of silver thread, revealing a keen eye for detail and an appreciation for craftsmanship. A low coffee table, adorned with a mesmerizing crystal ball resting on an elegant silk cloth, serves as a focal point for divination and intuitive exploration.

Across the room, a tall armoire stands, its mirrored surface reflecting the room's enchanting surroundings. The armoire's doors are decorated with meticulously embroidered robes, displaying a mastery of textile artistry. The robes themselves, in various shades of deep purple and midnight blue, exude an air of authority, hinting at the powerful presence of the room's elusive owner.

In one corner, a small vanity adorned with an assortment of potions and intricately designed perfume bottles offers a glimpse into the owner's appreciation for beauty and allure. A delicate lace handkerchief, embroidered with silver threads, peeks out from a drawer, a subtle touch of grace and femininity.

Within the room of the Vasmorth Magic Academy's principal, these carefully curated elements blend seamlessly, subtly revealing the identity and essence of its enigmatic inhabitant—an accomplished and elegant magician whose presence exudes both power and grace.

The room reflects the personality of its enigmatic owner, a beautiful woman in her mid-forties. Despite the elegance that surrounds her, her figure hints at a resilience and strength that surpasses her delicate appearance. She carries herself with an air of authority, her piercing eyes hidden beneath the frames of her spectacles, which lend an air of scholarly intelligence. They roam on a parchment in her long hands.

Her fiery red hair cascades down her back, its vibrant hue mirroring the intensity of her spirit. It falls in loose waves, seemingly echoing the hidden depths of her character. The careful arrangement of her locks suggests an unwavering determination, refusing to be tamed by conventions or expectations.

The pristine neatness of her attire reveals a disciplined nature, as each garment is perfectly tailored to her form. A fitted, high-collared jacket in deep crimson flatters her figure, exuding both power and sophistication. The fabric, subtly patterned with arcane symbols, weaves an intricate tale of her vast knowledge and expertise in the mystical arts.

Suddenly, she looked at the door and got up from the chair.Her movements are calculated and deliberate, showcasing a demeanor that demands respect and obedience. The slight arch of her eyebrow, visible above the rim of her spectacles, conveys a hint of skepticism, a keenness for scrutinizing details and uncovering hidden motives.

With slow steps, she navigates the room. Her fingertips trace delicate patterns along the edge of her desk, leaving a trail of energy behind. The atmosphere seems to respond to her touch, crackling with an undercurrent of restrained power. It is clear that her presence alone commands attention, her every action carefully calculated to further her ambitions and uphold the authority of the Vasmorth Magic Academy.

"So, the path to Oscuro has opened, hmm?... When did it open? .... two days ago...And you are telling me now?....You don't know...