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It was as if her entire being was electrified, each nerve ending alive and awakened by the intensity of the moment.
Arion's groan echoed in her ear as he too reached his climax, his movements becoming even more urgent and desperate.
Lily could feel his body tense against hers, his grip on her hips tightening as he pushed himself to the edge.
With a final, forceful thrust, he released himself with a guttural moan, his breath hot against her ear.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Lily's body trembled with the aftermath of the intense experience.
She could feel her heart racing, her skin flushed and sensitive. The room was filled with heavy breathing and the sound of their heartbeats slowly returning to a more normal rhythm.
Arion's grip on her gradually loosened, and he collapsed onto the bed beside her, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Lily lay there, trying to catch her breath and process what had just happened. The mix of sensations and emotions left her both exhilarated and confused, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts.
For a while, there was only the sound of their breathing, the rise and fall of their chests synchronizing as they lay side by side.
And in the midst of the tangled sheets and the aftermath of their shared experience, Lily couldn't help but wonder how this unexpected connection would shape their uncertain future.
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A convoy of vehicles, led by a sturdy Jeep, navigated the winding roads of the Nightshade residential area as the golden hues of the setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and pink.
The vehicles rumbled to a halt in a strategic formation in front of the imposing Moonshadow mansion, and it became immediately apparent to Xander that something was gravely amiss.
An eerie silence hung heavily in the air, contrasting sharply with the usual vibrant energy that enveloped the Nightshade residence.
"Check it out," Xander's commanding voice resonated through the tense atmosphere as he issued orders to his subordinates.
With remarkable swiftness and discipline, his loyal team disembarked from their vehicles, weapons at the ready, and immediately fanned out.
Their movements were precise and purposeful as they began a methodical inspection of every nook and cranny of the expansive property.
While the crowd of Nightshade guardians dispersed with military precision, their leader, Xander, remained eerily calm.
His eyes, however, betrayed the depth of his concern. He gave only a cursory glance to the scene unfolding around him, where his subordinates attended to the wounded individuals strewn across the grounds.
To him, the injured were secondary; his primary focus lay elsewhere – on Lily, the exquisite pet he had left behind.
With measured steps, Xander entered the grand mansion, his powerful presence filling the space. He traversed the hallways with purpose, his gaze scanning for any signs of intrusion or disturbance.
His sharp senses were attuned to every detail as he ventured deeper into the heart of his home. The elegant interior, adorned with priceless artwork and opulent furnishings, stood in stark contrast to the turmoil that seemed to have unfolded within.
"Alpha, everyone is severely injured, although some are not as badly hurt. Thankfully, our kind possesses remarkable self-healing abilities, so there have been no casualties," reported Draven, Xander's trusted right hand, as he approached his leader.
Xander's temper flared as he passed his damaged bedroom door, the remnants of what was once a secure sanctuary.
His fury intensified when he entered the room where Lily should have been. It was evident that chaos had taken hold here, leaving destruction in its wake.
The imposing metal restraints that had once cradled the exquisite form of Lily against the bedroom ceiling now lay forcibly severed, scattered across the floor.
The room, which had once exuded an air of intimacy and elegance, was now marred by the undeniable signs of struggle.
The luxurious furnishings were overturned, their once-pristine surfaces marred with smudges and scratches.
The elegant artwork that adorned the walls had been violently torn from their mounts, adding to the scene of chaos. The remnants of shattered glass littered the floor.
It was here, in this tumultuous room, that Xander had left Lily, his precious pet. But she was nowhere to be found, her absence a glaring void amidst the wreckage.
He still remembered how beautiful her body was.
Xander closed his eyes and took a deep breath, seeking any remnants of Lily's lingering fragrance in his room.
His hands still retained the memory...
Her breasts, round and supple.
His ears still seemed to hear...
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The sound of her warm sighs and shy moans when Xander touched her.
Then her warm, quivering thighs...
Xander caressed the sensitive flesh between her legs.
Lily resisted and pressed her smooth thighs together.
Xander let out a bitter chuckle and adjusted the chain that controlled the two iron bracelets binding Lily's long legs, forcibly spreading them apart, so she couldn't move while he slowly started playing with her clitoris.
"A-ahhh! Mnh-ahhh!! Mmm...,"
He occasionally pinched and tugged at it, causing her clitoris to swell and protrude slightly.
Xander savored every suppressed moan of pleasure as Lily desperately tried to hide her arousal.
Her hands were vertically restrained above her head, and her legs were parted horizontally.
"How does that sensation feel? It's rather exquisite, don't you think?" Xander whispered softly as the alluring figure before him squirmed, held helpless in the restraints, unable to move or resist.
Every fiber of her being quivered with an unfamiliar, intoxicating pleasure, causing her breath to hitch and her voice to falter.
However, rather than surrendering to the sensations, Lily defied them with her defiant gaze.
She clamped down on her lower lip so fervently that it broke the skin, drawing forth a thin trickle of blood.
She was resolute in her determination not to acknowledge Xander's provocations.
Xander chuckled, his amusement underscored by the realization that Lily had been groomed for a lifetime for her role as a pet.
She knew Xander's preferences well, understanding that he disliked excessive chatter during their intimate encounters.