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SD: CH72 - Surrender
🕑 Added 2023-07-13 16:01:03 +0000 UTCSusan knew she should have walked away.
Both Harry and her aunt had given her ample opportunity to do so. Hell, even when her own aunt was triggering her ego to prove herself sexually against her mature, lascivious form, Harry had been trying to protect her by telling her to let go, and just be happy with what he had gotten her. She could have happily been the girl that enjoyed warm, passionate lovemaking and left the nasty rutting to the likes of her aunt. All she needed to do was put her ego away, and accept that her aunt was better at providing sex to her boyfriend and future husband than she was. Hell, Harry had even provided her a safeword to get out of the humiliation that her own bruised ego was putting her through.
Instead, she had this.
“IT HURTS! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!”
Susan screamed in agony as her small, tight hole tried to adjust to having man-sized meat lodged deep inside it. Her thighs were on the floor, hurting like bitches, with most of Harry’s cock still outside her. It hurt like nothing she had ever felt, and every single nerve of her body was screaming at her to drop her silly ego and end this pain. And yet all she did was grit her teeth and wait for the bastard to push deeper.
And maybe, just maybe, a tiny part of her was actually looking forward to more of this pleasurable agony, whispering into her ear that she had yet to take his entire cock within her arsehole, or else she’d fail compared to her aunt, who had taken it like a champ.
Harry’s hands fondled her naked breasts. Susan cowered away, but he pulled her closer.
“Time for your first lesson,” he grabbed her hair and pulled her back. Susan winced as the action forced a little of his cock deeper up her arse, as he yanked her back like a dog. “You will only speak when you are directly spoken to. And even then it is yes Harry, please Harry, more Harry, can I cum, Harry.”
Next to him, her aunt snorted.
Susan flinched.
“This position is called Kneeling. I expect you in this position every time I walk into the room after you’re my wife. It doesn’t matter where you are or what you are doing. You stop immediately and drop. Sit on your haunches, tuck your feet under your ase, splay your hands on your thighs and bow your head. Let me see.”
“No,” she snarled.
“No?”
“I will never kneel,” her independence roared. “I told you. I’ll deal with this. I’ll suffer through whatever bullshit you put me through, and I will walk with my head held high. You won’t break me, Harry Potter.”
“Fine.” In a flash, he grabbed her by the collar again and forced her forward. Her face hung inches away from the floor, her arse sticking up in the air and attached to his cock.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
“You can beat me all you want!” She snapped, even though her body was rebelling against her will. “I don’t care if you kill me! I’ll never be broken!”
“Oh, I’ll not kill you, Susan. But I will break you. Last chance, use the safeword.”
“Fuck off!”
“Fine. We’ll do it your way. I will fuck your arse. If you survive that, I’ll string you up, gag you, and blindfold you. Then I will fuck you in all your holes and leave you hanging.”
Images of what he had just said sprang unbidden in her head.
“Harry, no!” Susan screeched, as she fought against him, thrashing her body as he pulled the leash like she was a disobedient puppy who didn’t want to go out in the rain. Tears were streaming down her face. Morgana, she was pathetic! Naked, on a leash, being commanded by a man who was going to use her as a living sex toy.
“Harry, please,” she begged him, as he pulled on her leash again.
She was bound. Helpless.
Completely helpless.
No matter what way she moved, the restraints would act like marionette strings and bite into her skin. They’d pull her arms up, and her head and her back would follow. Push her down, and she’d have no option but to fall back on her knees and push all the weight towards her head, rendering herself immobile.
Susan was gasping with fear. And humiliation. Her senses were on overload.
“I gave you your chance, Susan,” he said. “Now, you have two options. First, you can fuck me back with your arse. Or, this cock goes straight into your mouth.”
Susan wanted to cry. She wanted to give up, say the safeword and hide away in some hole for the rest of her natural life. Harry was so clearly laying out his plan for her, his thoughts on what her life would be, and with that, a bit of clarity rose in her, reminding her of all the things she fought against. She remembered how strongly she held her ideals. She was to be the proud and regal Lady Bones, and there she was, down on her knees, with that misogynistic’s cock shoved up her arse. It was completely abhorrent. The fact that his cock was huge and perfect and absolutely suckable shouldn’t have mattered. But someone part of her kept pointing out that this wasn’t real. That Harry wasn’t this bastard he was pretending to be, that all of this was just an illusion to make her accept her defeat.
And she wasn’t going to.
With a look of anger in her face, she pushed backward, clenching her teeth as the massive cock impaled deeper into her arse. It was difficult, excruciatingly so, what with her hands being tied across her back. She had to push herself using her breasts and her knees until she was able to get just a little more of his cock into her puckered hole, while all he did was slide his hands up and down her juicy, ripe arse, squeezing her round cheeks firmly over and over again.
The bastard.
Yes, she had had this cock drill into her pussy. Yes, she had deepthroated it several times by now, but it had never felt bigger than it did at this moment, stretching her tight arse open, forcing her to accept the meaty invader. And her arse was accepting it. Despite its thickness, her arse was actually welcoming it inside of her, stretching around iot in a matter Susan didn’t think possible, soaking it with her copious juices, lubing it, aiding it in its journey balls deep into her.
And as she did that, Susan began to realise what she had been missing out all these years. Feeling the enormous cock in her, feeling her arse stretch like that, she now realised what Hannah and her aunt had felt like. She had thought she’d be satisfied with the soft cuddles and passionate lovemaking, but this experience was changing her completely. It just felt right. Perfect. It was satisfying a craving she had always felt but could never truly acknowledge.
“Take it, bitch!” Harry grunted, and Susan pushed her face further down, her cheeks flattening against the harsh floor. She twisted and flexed her body, angling herself to push herself further up to slide more of Harry’s pipe up into her. It was almost inhuman, she thought, wondering how her body could take so much cock. She didn’t know how it could possibly fit, but it could, and somehow, she just knew she could take more. She could take the whole thing.
Susan was beginning to realise she was built for big cocks.
Harry was behaving every bit of the uncaring man he was portraying himself, the brutish buttfucker that she had called him, ignoring all her huffing and puffing and screaming, content to let her push past her limits at an unyielding pace.
Another bit went in. Just a quarter was left.
“Let me give you another option, Susan,” said Harry. “You can either try to push the entirety of my cock into your arse, or you can tell me you don’t want me to touch you.”
Susan snorted! As if he’d really do that. He couldn’t keep his hands off her.
“I’m being serious, Susan. Just say the words, and I’ll pull out. Tell me that you don’t want me to touch you.”
I don’t want you to touch me. Susan opened her mouth to say those words—
But not a single word escaped her throat.
She was hesitating. Why? This was her escape without having to acknowledge the safeword. So why couldn’t she say it?
Say it.
His hands slithered across her arse cheeks.
Say it.
His fingers crawled above her pussy, teasing her folds. She closed her eyes, trying to reject his touch. A single finger crawled into her folds, and she gasped.
“You are so wet for me.”
Say it. Fucking say it. Why can’t I say it?
His finger moved in and out, spreading through the slickness through her folds. Her body tightened and ached, but she fought the urges he was bringing forth. She would not come. She would not give this man the pleasure. Harry worked his hands faster, insistent. The sensations kept building, and Susan clenched her fists impotently, fighting the orgasm he was demanding.
No! No! No!
Yes! Yes! YES!
“UGHH! YES!!” Susan grunted, and pushed herself back against his cock with one mighty push, slipping the entirety of his cock up her arse. At the same time, her cunt felt like she was about to explode and yet —
It didn’t.
Why? Why didn’t she cum?
Harry laughed. It was a cruel thing. There was something hypnotic about it, promising that he knew something she didn’t.
“You will learn to do as I say, without question, without hesitation.” He kissed her shoulder softly, sliding her hair over to one side.
“I — I’ll be good. I’ll behave,” she whimpered.
What was wrong with her?
As if that wasn’t enough, he pulled himself out of her arse, bringing her down from her orgasmic high. “Oh you will, once I’m through with you. This… this is just a trailer, my dear. I will slowly fashion you into something that is utterly, unreservedly mine. But you are a Hufflepuff. Let’s see how diligently you’ve been learning what I have been teaching you, shall we?”
He squeezed her singing behind. Given the number of smacks, it was probably stained red by now.
“I’m going to quiz you. And then I’m going to make you come so hard that you’ll probably pass out.”
Her breathing ragged, but as fearful as she was, the thought of his cock in her pussy made her instantly wet. Her body was loving him and hating him. In the past few days, Harry had broken down so many barriers that it was tremendously hard to refuse him. The things he had made her feel, first through his words, then his featherlight touches, his care and affection and now his ruthlessness, the symphony of pain and pleasure that only he could make her feel was unequivocal. And to think that he was still playing with her. She couldn’t even imagine what it’d be like when she had surrendered herself completely. Yes, she’d surrender, there was no two ways about that. Just a matter of time before her ego gave away, and she became his.
Shut up.
But isn’t that right? He wants me. He loves me. He cares for me. It’s no secret. Even Auntie mentioned it so many times.
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
He tried to protect me earlier. He has repeatedly tried to get me to quit. Use the safeword. And yet, he has never forced himself on me, or forced me to touch him. Every single time, I’ve chosen to do it.
Just shut the fuck up!
It was just so bizarre and maddening all at the same time. The ultimate mind game. Because he knew that the moment she willingly surrendered to him, she would truly be his. Irrevocably.
She felt something zoom through the air into his hand.
“So, let’s review,” He slowly walked in front of her, revealing a crop, his eyes smouldering with desire. Her breath slowed. Slowly, erotically, he placed the crop on her shoulder, before dragging it all over her back, until it rested on her arse.
“I will ask you a question. You will provide me with the correct answer.”
“And you won’t hit me?”
“No. You are getting spanked regardless. But as soon as you answer all the questions correctly, the spanking will cease.”
She was quivering. Seeing the crop, feeling it resting on her arse. It was terrifying.
Tears spilt out of her eyes, as he grabbed her hips and pushed his cock back into her arse.
Whack!
He hit her without any warning at all, and she wailed. The crop stung and bit her bare skin all at the same time. That his cock was deep within her only hurt all the more.
“Who owns you, Susan?”
“No— no one!”
Whack!
“AAAGH! FUCK! YOU BASTARD I WILL KILL YOU!”
Whack!
“Who. Owns. You?”
“You— you do,” she answered rapidly. There was a time for resistance, and hers was already crumbling. There was no need to add pain to the mess.
“I couldn’t hear you, poppet,” laughed her aunt. “Scream it out loud.”
Whack!
“You do!” She screamed like she ordered her to.
“When I tell you to kneel, what do you say?”
“Yes, Harry,” she yelled.
Whack!
“When I tell you to lie down and open your legs, what do you say?”
“Yes, Harry!”
She sucked in a deep breath.
Whack!
“When I tell you to bend over so that I can spank you, what do you say?”
“Yes, Harry!”she sobbed.
Whack!
“Please, Harry!” she continued.
Whack!
“Spank me more, Harry!”
Whack! Whack! Whack!
“She learns fast,” her aunt commented with a dry laugh.
Harry chuckled. “She does.”
“What do I want from you, Susan?”
“My obedience!”
Whack!
“My submission!”
Whack!
She let out a loud cry. “And my body! Naked! Chained! And Yours!”
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
She heard him drop the crop, and wheezed, her body all but giving out. His arms wrapped around her delicately.
“Shhh, baby,” he kissed her gently on the shoulder. You did good. Look at your aunt. She’s so proud of you.”
And she was. Amelia was smiling at her, like a proud parent at her child’s accomplishment. He pulled out, his lips moving down all the way until he was licking her wet folds. Susan moaned, desperate for the mental break. She spread her legs wider, crazy for him to get closer and press harder. She wanted his cock back, but his tongue would do so long as she kept getting it. She heard him groan as he slashed his tongue against her repeatedly, fucking her with his mouth. The feeling… was unparalleled.
And then, Harry Potter hissed.
“AAAHH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” She screamed, as the pleasure reached a crescendo. She was so lost in the moment that she could barely think, all anger and aggression and lust and desperately wanting to cum. And yet, she didn’t. Why?
“Why can’t I cum?” She demanded. “Why can’t I cum?”
Harry laughed again. “You won’t cum. Not unless I tell you to. It’s part of my power.”
Susan froze in horror. A single glance at her aunt showed her surprise as well. Harry… Harry had the power to control others’ orgasms? Did that mean that she would forever lose her ability to orgasm if he denied her permission? What crazy bullshit was that? He was fibbing. He had to be. He had to be!
“Go on,” he asked, smirking at her incredulous expression. “Ask me for my permission.”
Susan didn’t want to give in to his taunts. But she also wanted to know if he was speaking the truth.
“I want to cum!”
SMACK!
His palm smacked her pussy hard. Susan screamed.
“Ask properly.”
“Please! Please let me cum!”
SMACK!
“Please! Please, Harry, please let me cum!”
Harry inserted his fingers deep inside her core again, and tickled her clit, bringing her right to the breaking point. Her heart was hammering and so was her core.
“Be more particular.” He ordered. “Specify. Who are you? What are you?”
“I’m Susan!”
SMACK!
Fucking Bastard!
“Your whore!” She wept. “I’m your whore! Please Harry, please let your whore cum!”
“Yes, you may.”
It was like his words triggered something in her, and Susan’s whole world exploded in a rainbow of colours and pleasure. And girl, did she cum. She screamed so loudly that anyone else would have thought she was being murdered. Her nails dug into her own palms and her breasts rubbed themselves ragged against the cold floor as she spasmed in orgasmic ecstasy. When the quake dissipated, she was limp on the floor, breathing raggedly, and close to tears. Harry brushed his face against her inner thigh, and gently licked the insides of her folds.
Susan shivered. The last vestiges of her resolve were fraying away. She would be his. Unequivocally.
Would that be so bad?
“Good girl,” he patronised, rising to his knees. “Tell me, Susan. Who owns you?”
“You do,” she answered reluctantly.
“That’s right,” he said. She could feel his smile. “Tell me again, how do I like my whores?”
“You like them naked. You like them chained. Collared. You like them… yours.”
“Right again.”
“Please…” she begged. “Please… please do not hurt me any more.”
“No one will hurt you,” he said. “No one.”
“Except you?”
The voice that escaped her throat was small, naked, defenceless.
“Yes. But I promise I won’t hurt you. If you behave.”
She looked up to meet his eyes. “You promise?”
“Yes.”
“You will make this pain go away?”
“I will.”
She closed her eyes. Surrendering. Giving up. “Harry, please touch me.”
She didn’t even need to open her eyes to see that her words had blindsided him.
“...what?”
“Please… touch me. Heal me. Take all this pain away. Make me yours.”
She felt him lift her face, brushing his thumb against her skin. Something moist hit her lips, and she darted her tongue out. She was a butterfly trapped in his web. A web of lies, deception and selfishness.
She was his.
“Fuck me, Harry.”
“Where do you want me to fuck you?”
“She fought back her tears. “In my pussy. In my arse. Fuck me like you fucked Auntie. Make me your bitch.”
“Fine.”
And with that, her shackles fell away. Susan felt him pick her up with an exaggerated slowness and an impossible degree of tenderness. She didn’t understand his change of demeanour. Wait, was that because she had accepted that she was his whore? Because she had submitted to him? Her defences stood guard, but Harry just shifted her, as if she weighed nothing, and gently pushed her into the bed. Grabbing his erection in one hand, he moved down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, and swirled his tongue around them. Susan moaned as he pushed his erection into her pussy, his jerks becoming faster and faster as he sucked her nipples, working himself to a climax. He bit the nipple, sending a shock of pain through her body.
“Mine,” he declared, as if he had just marked his territory. Then he kissed her hard and unapologetically, and she let him.
When he was done, Susan just dropped her head to the side, exhausted. Her emotions were a shitstorm inside of her, too many to even process, so she just shoved them away, focussing on one single thought.
She was his.
And why did that thought send a pleasing sensation down her spine?
Harry lifted her up, as if she weighed nothing. Susan instinctively crossed her legs around his waist, her hands going around his neck, as she rested her head against his shoulder. She felt Harry walk across the room, carrying her like that, until he rested her against the wall, trapping her in between. There was nowhere else she’d want to be.
And then he grabbed his cock and impaled her pussy.
“OH! FUCK! YES!” She screamed, gripping his neck. “You are so fucking huge, Harry! You feel so amazing!” she moaned out, squeezing her cunt around his thick shaft.
His cock had never seemed more like a weapon of pure evil than it did at this moment. Because all decorum, all the pure thoughts, all the defiance and all the ego that occupied her mind all seemed to slip away. Harry’s cock was changing her, warping her young mind the longer it was inside her. All the things that mattered to her before now seemed so much less important. Her career, her role as a Hufflepuff pack-leader, her future as Lady Bones, her political and social beliefs. All that mattered was that hard cock inside her. All that mattered was making sure that dick got all the pleasure it needed. All that mattered was the sensation of feeling utterly filled up to the brim with that cock. It was a sensation she never knew could feel so good, and now that she was feeling it, she didn’t know if she could ever give it up.
Or if she would ever want to.
“You like that, bitch?”
That she didn’t even take note of the derogatory way in which he had addressed him spoke volumes of what she had been through. Instead her corrupted and sex-crazy body responded with clenching her pussy walls tighter against his weapon.
“Ugh! Merlin! I love it! I love it so much!” She cried. “Oh fuck!”
“You love it, huh?”
He squeezed her breasts tightly.
“Yes! Yes! Yes Uh…. Uh, uh, ugh!” She grunted, her moans becoming less and less rational every time he drove his shaft into her squeezing cunt. He was not letting up, showing no mercy, his experience with rough, filthy, passionate fucking showing.
“UGH! UGH! UGH! YES! HARRY! YES HARRY! YES!”
“Tell me! How does it feel?”
“Merlin! It’s amazing!” Susan groaned. She couldn’t deny it. As she felt a pleasure she didn’t imagine possible, feeling this hugest, fattest, most amazing cock filling her tight twat, she realised that all she needed to do was back down in front of this conqueror. As much as she tried, she couldn’t match his rough pace, so instead she settled for complete lack of hesitation. She wasn’t trying to pretend anymore that she didn’t want this. She was rising and falling violently, like a complete whore. Like the dirty sluts she looked down upon, not the upstanding, regal wife she always saw herself about to become.
“You want to cum, bitch?” Harry growled like the devil he was.
“Yes, Harry! Please Harry!”
“Harry roughly mauled her breasts with his meaty paws. She loved the feeling. Such a hard, rough man deserved the incredible softness of her huge breasts.
“I… uh, fuck! Fuck me! I want to cum!” She begged, coated with sweat and on the edge of a huge orgasm which she knew she’d be denied unless she sought his permission. He had told her! She couldn’t cum unless it was by him, and by his evil cock.
SPANK!
A tinge of pure pain rippled through her arse.
“Try again!”
“FUCK! YES! PLEASE HARRY! Please let me cum!”
SPANK!
“AGAIN!” He roared.
“Harry, please! Let your whore cum! Let your slut cum! Please OHMY—”
“MORE!” He spanked her again.
“I wanted to cum on your fat fucking cock ever since I saw it!” yes! UGH!”
SPANK!
“I wanted you to fuck me when you flirted with me at Floreans!” Susan screamed. “Every time I insulted you, I wanted you to fuck me! I wanted to keep insulting you while you pushed me down on the table, fucking my pussy like you owned it!”
SPANK!
“I was so fucking jealous of Hannah for fucking you before me! I saw you first! You came to our table because of ME! The bitch didn’t deserve getting to fuck you!”
She had always thought that ‘making an honest woman out of a girl' was a rhetorical statement. Girl, was she wrong! His cock was worse than freaking veritaserum. She tried to pathetically keep it within, and not spill out her secrets, but she couldn’t. The pleasure was too great. The agony at not getting to cum was too great.
SPANK!
“I loved it when you used me in your little plans,” She blabbered. “I loved it when you twisted things to get a meeting with my aunt! I was so turned on with your skill! When I came to your room that afternoon! I wasn’t wearing my panties! I thought you’d touch them! Play with them! I wondered if you’d fuck me!”
“MORE!”
“I HATED AUNTIE FOR FUCKING YOU!” she screamed to the heavens. “HOW DARE SHE FUCK YOU WHEN I HAD MY EYES ON YOU?” She looked down at her, her aggression and lusts exploding out of her. “I wanted you! I wanted you to fuck me! Make me your wife! Your bitch! Fuck me ten times as hard as you did that bimbo bitch Hannah and her mom! HOW DARE AUNTIE TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME?”
She knew her aunt was listening to all of her confessions, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to cum on that cock.
SPANK! SPANK! His palms kept raining down exquisite flares of agony on her arse. Every touch blurred the line between pain and pleasure, and Susan was losing herself completely. She knew that by the time she could cum, she’d be his whore. Nothing else.
Harry’s whore. That would become her reality.
And she would love it.
“ All those times I cornered you! In your bed, at the beach, every single time I told you I wasn’t ready, I wanted you to force yourself on me! Make me learn to love your cock! I thought you would get past your morality but UGH! Please let me cum!”
He didn’t let her. Instead he made her scream as he drove his oversized rod in and out of her snatch. He was hitting her in places she didn’t even know existed, fitting inside her in ways she had never known possible. All she wanted was his permission to cum, and her world would shake.
“It was so HOT seeing you and Auntie rut like that! I hated it like nothing else! I wanted to be there, in her position, with you driving it in me! How dare Auntie get what I wanted? I knew you first! You flirted with me all that time. I walked you into this house! Why did Auntie get to feel your cock and make me feel jealous about it?”
“And now?”
“Now I’m your whore!”
SPANK!
“Just like Auntie!
SPANK!
“Both of us will worship your cock! We’ll serve you together! If she has the cock, I'll have the balls! I’ll take you up my arse after she has you in her pussy! Every night! Every day! We’ll be yours! Carrying out your whims!”
“Oh poppet!” said Amelia. “You say the sweetest things!”
“Auntie will teach me all the ways to pleasure you! She’s my auntie, she knows best. She’ll make me into a good whore for you, Harry! Me as Lady Bones and her as Lady Potter—”
“Oh….” Her aunt moaned. “What a nice image! Let her cum, Harry.”
“Do it, Susan,” said Harry. “Cum on my cock!”
"FUCK! YES! YES! YES! YES! I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum! I'M GOING TO CUM! I'M GOING TO FUCKING CUM ON YOUR BIG FAT COCK! YES! YES! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! YYYYEEEESS!" Susan screamed nearly at the top of her lungs as her world exploded, cresting in an incredible wave of pleasure as the biggest orgasm of her life hit her. Any orgasms she had had before this barely counted in comparison. Her body twitched and jerked violently as the orgasm slammed her, grinding into the magnificent man's body, feeling every inch of his cock inside of her.
Her cunt was spasming in pleasure, a kind that she never knew possible. Every nerve of her body was exploding in pleasure, making her body quiver with delight. If there was a pleasure-equivalent to the cruciatus, then this was it. And it was all thanks to that god-cock lodged balls deep in her cunt. There was no more guilt, no more quandaries. None of that happened. All that mattered was this cock in her clenching cunt.
She let out a soft moan, as she felt him dislodge out of her, letting her slowly slide down to the floor. Closing her eyes, Susan dropped her head to one side and rested. She thought she heard the sound of an owl hooting but couldn’t bring herself to care. She felt Harry walk away. Did he get a letter? From whom?
No. It didn’t matter. She was his. If he felt it necessary, he would tell her. To ask him wasn’t her place.
“It’s from Narcissa,” she heard him say.
“What does she say?” asked her aunt.
“Make hay while the sun shines…” Harry trailed off, barking out a laugh. “For the next five days.”
“What does that— “ began her aunt. “Oh, I see.”
Harry let out another laugh. “Guess we have a time limit.”
“Bugger,” claimed her aunt. “I was expecting to have you around for some more time.”
Susan wholeheartedly agreed. Any day she spent without his cock in her was a waste.
“I’d love to, but you know I can’t. Places to go. People to meet. Events to arrange. I will be in touch.”
“Not in touch, Harry,” said her aunt. “You have to touch me! I don’t think I can live otherwise.”
Her aunt let out a soft, moaning sound. Susan wondered if they were kissing.
“I will. It’s just a matter of weeks, Amelia. After that…” he trailed off.
“After that…” she said. “Will you make me an honest woman too, Harry? Fulfil my greatest wish?”
“Amelia…”
“You don’t have to answer it now, Harry. But I want it soon.”
“I will. And take care of Susan. She is to be one of my wives, after all.”
A small smile spread across Susan’s lips. That was all she wanted to hear. Exhaling, she let sweet morpheus take her.
Comments
Dante Sparda
Did susan lose the bet or did she win because she didn't use the safeword?
Alkole
Damn I can't wait for lucius to die plus I wonder if he can use the meta essence to increase his body strength instead now that it seems like he lost the body enhancement perk
