Two Days Ago
Elara
One hundred and twenty thousand dollars.
That was the number scrolling through my head while I watched Delegate Vance’s face turn a blotchy, pathetic shade of red. It was the price of a kingdom, or at least the price of my way out of this one. I was riding him gingerly, my knees digging into the heavy mattress of his guest quarters, twisting my waist in a slow, agonizing grind. I was hitting that point where I knew his brain was just stopping.
He was a wolf, a supposed predator from the Mistwood Pack, but under me, he was just a sweating, heavy-breathing pile of meat. He reached up, his thick, calloused hands fumbling to grab my breasts as they bounced above him, but I slapped them away with a sharp crack.
"Not yet," I hissed.
I leaned back, my spine arching until my face was looking up at the dark timber beams of the ceiling. I shifted my weight, taking his dick up at an angle that made it brush against the roof of my pussy wall. It hit that specific point that made my eyes roll back in ecstasy. I held it there, pinning him with my weight, grinding against the thick head of his cock.
Vance was shaking under me. His breath came in jagged, wet gulps that smelled like the dark ale he’d been inhaling at dinner. He was weak. For a creature that was supposed to be physically stronger than a human, he had zero fucking stamina. He couldn’t move his weight properly, couldn’t whine his waist in a way that actually stimulated every point in my pussy. So I had to do the work. I balanced on one arm, my shoulder muscles burning, and used my free hand to start stroking my swollen clit.
Heaven had to be real, because the idiot was about to cum and I was determined to get mine first. For the fourth time.


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