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She didn’t care about the sharp, burning pain of her freshly torn walls; in fact, every single hit that sent a spike of agony through her lower belly only made her eyes burn brighter.

Zeyra’s movements became bolder. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest while grinding deep and hard, rolling her hips in filthy, possessive circles.

“Aaaghhh…” she panted, eyes locked on his face. “So deep inside me. This cock belongs to me. Only me. I’ll cut the hands off anyone who even thinks about touching what’s mine.”

She sat up straighter and started bouncing harder, slamming herself down onto him aggressively. Her nails dug into his chest as she rode him like she was claiming ownership of his soul.

“Say it,” she demanded breathlessly. “Tell me you’re mine, Sol. Tell me right now.”

“I’m yours,” he groaned, for now, he added in his mind.

The words ignited her, her eyes flashed with pure possession.

And her riding turned frantic. She rode him harder, faster, almost angrily, like she was claiming him with every slam of her hips.

She was bouncing wildly, tits jiggling violently, messy hair flying around her flushed face. Thanks to her Snake Spirit, her body was incredibly flexible… she arched her back at impossible angles, twisting her hips in ways that let his cock hit completely new depths inside her.

“You’re mine!” she cried, voice cracking with obsession. “This body is mine. This thick cock is mine. I’ll burn the whole world if anyone tries to take you from me. I’ll rip their throats out with my teeth!”

Sol gritted his teeth, the sheer, aggressive friction of her tight, wet walls moving at that speed starting to push him to the limit. His cock was throbbing violently inside her, the veins along his shaft bulging against her inner lining.

He could feel her muscles clamping down on him in a continuous, frantic spasm, trying to literally rip the seed out of his cock through pure suction.

“You’re pretty wild when you lose your mind, Zeyra,” Sol grunted, his hips twitching upward on instinct to meet her downward drops, matching her frantic energy with his own movement

“I am crazy! But I’m crazy for you!” she howled, a sound of pure pleasure-torture echoing out of her throat.

She leaned down and bit his neck hard, sucking dark bruises into his skin while continuing to slam herself down on his cock. Her flexibility allowed her to fold herself almost in half, pressing her chest against his while still bouncing aggressively.

Sol groaned, hands sliding up to squeeze her ass, but he still let her stay in charge.

Zeyra kept switching rhythms… riding him like a madwoman, then grinding slow and deep, savoring every inch. She was leaking everywhere. Thick white cum from earlier rounds mixed with her fresh juices ran down his balls in messy streams, soaking the sheets.

After several minutes, she suddenly climbed off him. Before Sol could react, she turned around and sank back down in reverse cowgirl.

She reached back with both hands, spreading her ass cheeks wide so he could see everything.

“Look,” she whispered, voice dripping with dark lust. “Watch how my pussy stretches for you. Watch how well I take every inch. This is yours… but you’re mine.”

She started bouncing again, giving him a perfect view of her ass rippling and her creamy, swollen pussy sliding up and down his thick shaft.

Her Snake Spirit made her movements incredibly fluid and flexible… she could arch her back deeply, almost touching her head to his thighs while still riding him hard.

“Tell me you love my pussy,” she demanded, slamming down harder. “Tell me it’s the only one you’ll ever want.”

“It’s the best I’ve ever had,” ’today’ Sol growled, slapping her ass. “The only one I want ’right now’.”

That praise broke her completely.

Zeyra spun around to face him again and rode him with pure desperation. Her hands were everywhere… clawing his chest, wrapping around his throat as she bounced like a woman who had gone insane.

“You’re mine… you’re mine…” she chanted like a broken mantra, as she stared down into his silver-crimson eyes with an unblinking, yandere stare. “I don’t care about war. I don’t care about the Coalition. If they try to take you from me, I’ll turn their whole tribe into a tomb. I’ll drown this jungle in blood just to keep you inside me.”

“I love you so much it hurts,” she sobbed, still slamming down on his cock. “I’d kill everyone. I’d burn everything to the ground just to keep you inside me forever. You’re mine… mine… only mine!”

She came hard like this, screaming his name as her pussy gushed and spasmed violently around him.

But she didn’t stop. Even while cumming, she kept riding through the overstimulation, forcing herself to keep going because she couldn’t bear to let him go.

Sol finally grabbed her hips and started thrusting up into her, matching her wild pace. The bed slammed against the wall violently. Zeyra was moaning, crying, and whispering obsessive filth between every breath.

She leaned down and bit his shoulder, then his chest, leaving marks all over him while whispering between moans.

“Cum inside me again… Fill me until I’m overflowing… I want to feel your hot seed leaking out of me for days… I want to carry you inside me always…”

They kept going like that for what felt like forever.

Zeyra rode him through two more intense orgasms. Then Sol flipped her onto her back, but she immediately wrapped her incredibly flexible legs around his waist… thanks to her snake spirit, she could hook her ankles behind his neck, pulling him impossibly deep as he fucked her in missionary.

“Harder!” she begged, nails raking down his back. “Fuck my pussy harder! Ruin me! Mark me deeper!”

Sol pounded her into the bed until she came again, shaking and crying beneath him.

Then she flipped them again, taking control once more. She rode him in every position her flexible body allowed… folding herself in half, twisting like a snake, bending backward while still impaled on his cock.

She was completely lost in her obsession, whispering dark, possessive promises the entire time.

They kept going like this for what felt like hours… Zeyra switching between letting him destroy her and taking control herself, riding him, grinding on him, whispering the most unhinged, obsessive declarations of love and possession while he fucked her senseless.

By the time they reached their final round, Zeyra was a complete wreck… covered in bite marks, hickeys, and scratches, her pussy red, swollen, and overflowing with his cum.

But she still pulled him on top of her, wrapping her flexible legs around him tightly.

“Fill me one more time,” she begged, voice completely wrecked. “I want to feel you pulsing inside me when you cum.”

Sol fucked her deep and hard, and when he finally came, he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded another massive load deep inside her overflowing womb.

Zeyra screamed in pure bliss, her pussy milking every last drop as she came with him one final time.

They collapsed together, completely spent.

Zeyra curled into his chest immediately, pressing soft, possessive kisses against his skin even as her body continued twitching. But she still refused to let him pull out completely.

She kept him inside her even as they both lay there exhausted, kissing him softly, possessively, like she was afraid he might disappear if she blinked.

She looked up at him with that terrifyingly adoring, obsessive smile.

“I’m never letting you go,” she whispered. “Never. You’re stuck with me forever now, my love.”

Sol chuckled tiredly and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tighter, letting her have her way.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered softly.

He didn’t say anything more about her being just with her and just held her close, stroking her back as they both drifted in the heavy afterglow, bodies still joined, hearts beating against each other.