We are Imperium. You…you won’t get away with this. The desperation of being commanded, of not knowing what her new owner might do if she didn’t show complete cooperation, drove her onward like an invisible lash. Her mother, Abanri, had told her daughter to huddle close and remain absolutely quiet. Her eyes spoke what words would not. She alternated back and forth, teasing, taunting, and then impaling her mouth, until Lord Kaelon’s breathing sounded like a man whose heart might burst at any moment. Dear gods, he looked forward to fucking that exquisite ass. “Okotwe! Understood?”
Shinatri nodded. No… while she was forced to watch her mother’s unfolding rape, one man’s hand slid between her legs. “Shinatri!”
A voice abruptly pierced Shinatri’s preoccupied thoughts. “Mother!”
Okotwe smacked Abanri’s pussy and tits. Your body was made for it. It will be the last good thing that happens to him. Shinatri’s eyes widened as she felt his cock leap inside her mouth, twitching madly as sperm shot everywhere – or would have if her warm, wet mouth hadn’t encased him. Soon he was groaning, his eye squeezed shut as he came deep in the Imperium woman’s pussy. His biceps were so thick and muscular that they resembled massive tree branches, and his dark eyes glittered with horrific promise.
