The gods help him!
Aldric let out a guttural moan, his resistance crumbling as Azula took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue working its magic. He was lost in the sensation, his body betraying him as pleasure coursed through him. Just like that, Aldric, the once-dominant dark Fae prince, found himself utterly at her mercy.
"Please…" Aldric had no idea whether he was asking her to stop or up the pace. All he knew was that he was on the top of a precipice and falling seemed to be the only option.
Azula smiled at his reaction, determined to pleasure all doubts and guilt out of him. She would make sure that he would think of no one but her at this moment. It wasn't Islinda, she was the one bringing him down to his knees. She was going to enjoy every moment of this.
Closing his eyes and relishing the sensation, Aldrc groans out, "What are you doing to me, demon?" He reopened them, hunger and dark desire burning in those eyes.
