With a satisfied, throaty moan, Rosalia’s soft, plump lips stretched wide around his thick, throbbing cock, sinking down halfway in one smooth, greedy motion. She held him there for a heartbeat, savoring the heavy pulse against her tongue, before slowly dragging back up with a wet, obscene pop that left his shaft glistening.

The blistering heat of her mouth crashed over Max like a tidal wave, sending raw, electric pleasure surging straight up his spine and into his brain. He groaned low and deep, his fingers instinctively fisting tighter in her hair, the silky strands wrapped possessively around his knuckles. That firm tug only made her hungrier, her rhythm quickening immediately, her head bobbing with shameless enthusiasm.

Unlike the hesitant, slightly clumsy way she’d sucked him before, this time she was bold and confident, completely lost in the act. She listened to every ragged breath he took, felt every twitch and throb of his cock on her tongue, and studied exactly what made his abs clench or his thighs tense. She was learning him, memorizing every sweet spot that drove him insane.

Every wet, sinful stroke of her tongue sliding along his veined shaft, paired with the tight, sucking squeeze of her lips, sent fresh jolts of ecstasy ripping through his body. Pleasure coiled hotter and tighter in his core, making his heart hammer and his vision blur at the edges. Rosalia moaned loudly around him—"Mmmph~!"—the deep vibrations traveling straight down his length and making his balls draw up tight.

Noticing how violently he was pulsing against her tongue, her wet, filthy gags grew faster, deeper, more desperate. She pushed herself further each time, taking him deeper and deeper until the swollen head of his cock finally breached the tight ring of her throat.

"Glk—mmhh~!" she moaned, the sound muffled and vibrating around him as her hot, rippling throat squeezed and milked his sensitive tip like a velvet fist. Saliva dripped messily down his shaft and over her chin, but she didn’t care. She only sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue relentlessly along the underside of his cock.

Max’s head fell back with a guttural groan, the overwhelming pleasure flooding every nerve. The slick, sloppy sounds of her eager mouth filled the room with wet glucks, hungry slurps, and her constant, needy little moans vibrating through him like pure sin.

Each time she forced him deeper into her throat, the tight, burning heat threatened to unravel him completely. His grip in her hair turned almost bruising, his hips twitching with the raw urge to thrust, yet he held back, letting her worship him, letting her drain every last drop of exhaustion and tension from his body.

She pulled off just enough to gasp for air, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock, before diving back down with a filthy "Mmmph—yes~!" and swallowing him to the hilt again. Her eyes watered, yet they stayed locked on his, burning with pure, wicked lust as she worked him faster, wetter, and hungrier, as if determined to make her king forget everything but the mind-melting pleasure of her perfect mouth.

Max couldn’t hold back any longer. With a guttural growl, he forced her head down hard, burying his entire throbbing cock to the hilt inside her tight throat. Rosalia’s eyes flew wide as her lips stretched obscenely around his base, her nose crushed against his pelvis while her throat convulsed and squeezed around him in desperate, rippling spasms.

"Glk—mmph~!" she choked out, the muffled, vibrating moan sending shockwaves of raw ecstasy straight through his shaft. He held her there for several long, merciless seconds, savoring the scorching heat and the way her throat fluttered wildly around his swollen tip, milking him like it was trying to pull his soul out through his cock.

Then he yanked her head back up by her hair. Rosalia gasped sharply for air, thick strands of saliva pouring from her swollen lips and dripping messily down his glistening shaft and heavy balls. Her tear-filled eyes locked onto his, burning with pure, shameless lust that screamed she wanted this. That hungry stare gave him all the permission he needed.

Max didn’t hesitate. He slammed her back down onto his cock with brutal force, fucking her throat in deep, powerful strokes that made her gag and choke around him. Each thrust pushed wet, filthy sounds from her stuffed mouth, obscene glucks and desperate slurps that only made him harder.

"Mmmph—yes~! Hnngh~!" Rosalia moaned loudly between the rough invasions, her tongue still working frantically along the underside of his shaft, swirling and pressing against every sensitive vein. She loved this. She didn’t know why the roughness made her so wet, why the way he used her like a toy set her blood on fire. But something primal inside her accepted it completely, as if her very nature craved being claimed so savagely by her king.

Her pupils flickered wildly, gray cracking with flashes of glowing purple light as the dranocin hybrid inside her fought to emerge. The color pulsed in and out, undecided whether to shift into her hybrid form or stay humanoid.

Max’s cock tensed violently inside her throat. An immense, crushing pressure built at the base of his spine, coiling tighter and tighter until every muscle in his body locked up. Pleasure surged through him in white-hot waves, so intense it bordered on pain, making his thighs tremble and his vision tunnel.

Rosalia’s eyes widened as she felt his cock swell and twitch powerfully against her tongue. Before she could even react, Max shoved her head down with one final, dominant thrust, forcing her nose flush against his body as the first thick, hot rope of his release exploded straight down her throat.

"Fuck—Rosalia—!" he groaned.

Wave after wave of thick, pulsing cum flooded her, filling her throat so fast she could barely swallow. "Glk—glk—mmph~!" she moaned desperately around him, gulping and gulping, her throat working overtime to take every last drop while tears of effort streamed down her flushed cheeks.

The sheer volume made her choke and sputter, yet she never pulled away. She only sucked harder, milking him with her tongue and throat as if she were starving for it.

Max’s entire body shuddered with the force of his orgasm, the overwhelming pleasure ripping through him like lightning, draining every ounce of tension, exhaustion, and stress from his limbs until only raw, blissful satisfaction remained.

He kept her locked in place, pulsing and spilling deep inside her until the last powerful spurt finally faded, leaving him panting and spent, still buried to the hilt between her soft, eager lips.

Footsteps came to a sudden halt right outside the thick wooden door. Agnia’s chest tightened sharply, her breath catching as the heated scene burned itself into her mind. There was Rosalia, still shamelessly kneeling before Max, her lips wet and swollen from what she’d just done to him.

She didn’t say a word. She simply stood there in stunned silence, watching as Rosalia rose with slow, seductive grace, turned around, and took off her clothes. Once completely naked, Rosalia reached back, spreading her ass as she lined up Max’s thick, glistening cock against her dripping pussy.

With a long, throaty moan of pure need, she sank down onto him, her slick, eager cunt swallowing every hard inch until she was fully impaled, her round ass pressed flush against his lap.

Agnia bit her lower lip hard, a fierce stab of jealousy she couldn’t explain twisting deep in her belly.