Agnia no longer understood what she was doing anymore. The careful plan she had walked in with had completely melted away, replaced by something dark and hungry she had buried deep inside for far too long. The memory of watching Max fuck Rosalia flashed through her mind again, like a curse she couldn’t shake off.

Something primal inside her screamed that she had to prove she was better, that she was worth so much more than that ice-dragon slut she hated with every fiber of her being.

Her eyes dropped to Max’s hand as he groped his thick cock over his pants, stroking himself slowly, teasing her with every lazy pull. The sight sent fresh heat roaring through her core.

She wanted to crawl to him on all fours, but his dark, unyielding stare told her no. She was forced to stay right where she was, fingers still buried deep in her dripping pussy, enduring the ache while he made her wait.

"My king..." she purred, voice thick and trembling with raw need. "Please let me be your breeding hole... I’m begging you~ It hurts so much to wait for your blessing."

Max’s grin widened, dark satisfaction flashing across his face.

He had almost killed her once, back when she pissed him off so badly it took every ounce of control not to snap her neck. Now, getting to bully her like this felt sweeter than any revenge he could have imagined. The rush of total control surged through him, dark and addictive.

"Beg with your body," he said in a low, rough voice. "I don’t feel like giving this to you yet."

His fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants and tugged them down just enough to let the thick head of his cock slip free for a moment.

It throbbed heavily in the cool air, veins standing out, already leaking a shiny bead of precum at the tip. He let her stare for one heartbeat, then slowly pushed the fabric back up, denying her the full sight. The teasing contact with her hungry gaze only made him harder.

Agnia’s breath caught. The brief flash of his cock made her pussy clench hard around nothing. She whimpered softly, the sound barely above a whisper so the camp outside wouldn’t hear. Need flooded her eyes. She rolled onto her hands and knees, ass high in the air, back arched deep. Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her as she spread her knees wider, showing him everything.

"Please, my king..." she breathed, voice cracking. "Look at me. I’m so empty without you."

She reached back with one hand and pulled her plump ass cheeks apart, exposing her dripping pussy and tight little hole completely. Two fingers sank back inside her with a loud, wet squelch. The creamy sound filled the tent as she pumped them fast, hips rocking like she was already riding him.

"Mmm... ahh... please... I need your thick cock right here," she pleaded, fingers making filthy, sloppy noises with every thrust. Sweat rolled down her spine. Her thighs trembled.

Max just smirked and tugged his pants down again, letting the full length of his cock spring free for two long seconds before covering it once more. Agnia’s eyes widened with raw hunger.

She crawled forward on all fours, breasts dragging against the rough bedding, nipples scraping the fabric. Her face stopped inches from the tent entrance, ass still pointed straight at him. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes glassy.

"I’ll be your perfect little whore," she gasped. "Fuck me however you want. Use me. Fill me. Just please... I’m losing my mind."

Her fingers never stopped. The wet schlick-schlick-schlick grew louder and messier as more arousal dripped down her inner thighs. She changed again, flipping onto her back and spreading her legs impossibly wide, knees almost touching her shoulders. Her pussy gaped open, pink and shiny, clenching visibly around her three fingers now.

"Ahh... nngh... look how wet I am for you," she moaned softly, keeping it quiet but frantic. "It’s all yours. Every inch. I’ll let you breed me if you want. I’ll carry your child. Just fuck me tonight... please..."

Max’s grin widened. He loved watching her break. He pulled his pants down once more, stroking his cock slowly with one hand, letting her see every thick inch for a few torturous seconds before hiding it again. The denial only made her crazier.

Agnia sat up, flushed and panting. She crawled closer on her knees, breasts bouncing heavily with each movement. Her hand reached out toward his lap, but Max caught her wrist before she could touch.

"No," he said simply.

She whimpered like she was in pain. Fresh tears of pure need glistened in her eyes. She changed position one last time, dropping fully onto her knees in front of him, back straight, thighs spread wide so her soaked pussy stayed on full display. Her hands cupped her own breasts, squeezing them together, offering them up while her hips rolled in tiny, needy circles.

"My king... I can’t take it anymore," she rasped, voice hoarse and cracking. "It hurts. My pussy aches so bad. I’ll do anything. Let me suck it. Let me ride it. Let me choke on it. Just stop teasing me... I’m going crazy..."

Her whole body shook. Sweat made her skin glow. Creamy arousal ran down her thighs in steady little rivers. She looked completely lost, eyes wild, lips parted, chest heaving.

Max watched her for a long moment, savoring every second of her desperation. Then he finally reached down and grabbed a thick fistful of her hair, yanking her head back just enough to make her gasp.

Agnia’s eyes locked onto his, begging harder than any words could manage. Without waiting for permission, her trembling hands shot forward. She hooked her fingers into his pants and pulled them down hard, yanking the fabric all the way to his thighs. His thick, throbbing cock sprang free right in front of her face, leaking with precum.