Mark blinked, eyes half-lidded, expecting harsh fluorescent lights and the faint beep of machines. Instead, he got dim mplight and silence. He breathed in stale air, not that chemical smell hospitals always carried.

  Everything felt… softer, quieter.

  There was the whisper of fabric, the scent of old wood and dust. His head throbbed, but not as badly as he might’ve expected, and his limbs felt heavy as if gravity had intensified overnight.

  As he dragged his gaze to the side, he found Ria slouched in a chair, chin tucked against her chest, breathing softly. Her clothes looked rumpled, and dark smudges stained the skin beneath her eyes. She must’ve been here a while.

  The second he shifted to sit up, though, she stirred. Her eyes shot open, panicked at first, then settling on him. Relief washed over her face, tears welling immediately, spilling before she even said a word.

  “H-Hey,” he croaked, voice rough as gravel, “you okay?”

  She practically vaulted to his bedside, smoothing tangled strands of her hair back, blinking away tears. “You’re awake,” she managed, voice trembling. “ You weren’t waking up. I—I was so worried.”

  “How long was I out?”

  “Two days.”

  Two whole days. He tried to let that sink in. Felt like he’d only just bcked out moments ago.

  “What about… those voices? The curse? That weird… light?”

  “What are you talking about, Mark?” Ria asked, her brow furrowed with concern.

  He shook his head, trying to clear the lingering cobwebs. “Never mind. Just a dream, I guess.”

  She watched him carefully, suspicion warring with concern. Then she softened.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “As okay as I can be,” Mark said, still feeling half-trapped in the memory of whatever the hell he’d just experienced. “Just a little disoriented.”

  Ria’s hand found his, her touch warm and reassuring, and for a moment, the tension in his muscles eased, the questions swirling in his mind receding like the tide.

  Then he saw it.

  The talisman. Lying on his bedside table, glinting in the soft mplight. The same talisman from his dream, its intricate carvings strangely familiar. What the…

  She followed his gaze. “What’s that?”

  He reached out, gingerly picking it up. A subtle warmth tingled in his palm.

  “I… I don’t know. I had this dream, and…” He stopped his brow furrowing. “Wait, how did this get here?”

  “I don’t know,” Ria said, her voice ced with confusion. “No one’s been in here except Lida and me. And I certainly didn’t put it there.”

  “But…”

  “Maybe Lida brought it in? She’s been checking on you constantly. Maybe she found it and…”

  “But where did she find it? I swear I found it this weird mansion-like pce…”

  “Where?”

  “I’m… not sure. I swear I got this dream. It’s fuzzy.” He sighed, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes.

  “We’ll figure it out ter,” She said gently, her hand still csped in his. “Just rest, Mark. You need to recover.”

  Mark nodded weakly, letting himself sink back into the pillows, his mind still trying to make sense of it all. The talisman felt warm against his skin, buzzing faintly, like a tiny heartbeat. What does it all mean?

  He tried not to think about anything. He tried to focus on the here and now—Ria’s presence, the quiet hum of the mp, and the feel of soft sheets under his fingers.

  He closed his eyes, exhaustion draping over him like a heavy bnket. The mysteries would still be there ter.

  For now, he drifted, caught between relief and unease.

  * * *

  Mark tried to keep his head in the present, focusing on the patterns of his drills, the stance of his feet, the tension in his shoulders. But his mind refused to cooperate.

  He parried, dodged, twisted his body through Julian’s training exercises, and still his thoughts wandered back to that bizarre vision. The chanting. The strange symbols. The damn talisman that sat by his bed at night, quietly mocking him with its silence.

  “You’re losing focus again,” Julian’s voice startled him.

  “Got a lot on my mind.”

  “Still obsessing over that dream?”

  “I can’t shake it,” he admitted, rubbing a bead of sweat off his forehead. “I can’t figure it out. What it means, why it happened, where that damn talisman came from…”

  Julian’s tone softened—something it rarely did. “It’s been weeks, kid. You can’t live inside your head forever.”

  “I’m trying… I’m just… stuck. The whole thing felt so real. The chanting, the curse, the runes. If I knew what it meant, maybe I could let it go.”

  “I’ve lived long enough to know that not every mystery is meant to be solved overnight,” he said. “The answers will come when they’re ready, not when you are. Focus on what you can control. Your training, your powers. The rest will sort itself out. Eventually.”

  He sighed, but the uncertainty gnawed at him. I just wish I knew what it all meant.

  “Forget about that dream for now,” Julian said, cpping him on the shoulder. “Focus on the here and now. On getting stronger.”

  Mark nodded. Julian had a point, but it didn’t make the restlessness vanish. He dove back into training, pushing his body until his muscles screamed. Anything to quiet the questions rattling around in his skull.

  Days blended into weeks.

  Mark woke early, trained hard, crashed te. It worked, sort of. The routine kept him from spiraling too deep into what-if scenarios.

  He tried to push the dream aside, to bury it beneath the weight of his daily routine, but it lingered, a persistent shadow at the edge of his consciousness. Even Julian, with all his knowledge and experience, had no answers.

  Throughout all of this, Ria was there beside him, through thick and thin. She’d been there through all the madness—patching him up, scouring old manuscripts, trying to decode those weird incantations.

  And she’d had a massive fallout with her family, furious about Adira’s interference, about the attack on Mark.

  She’s amazing. Despite everything - the bond, the secrets, the dangers - he knew he was lucky to have her.

  Lida had been another story. After he recovered, she’d unleashed the full force of her anger.

  “You could have been killed, Mark! What the hell were you thinking?”

  Mark had tried to expin that he’d had no choice—that it was fight or end up in a body bag. He apologized again and again, to expin, but his words had felt hollow, inadequate.

  She eventually calmed down, sighing in resignation, accepting, albeit reluctantly, that he’d had no choice but to fight.

  He’d seen the fear in her eyes, the worry etched into her face, and it had made him feel bad. I‘ll never be able to shake her worry, will I?

  But the thing that really bugged him was that people had seen him use Void. He’d expected rumors, backsh, maybe a mob at the door. Instead—silence.

  Did I overreact? Is this whole Void thing not as big a deal as Lida and Julian made it out to be? He doubted it. There had to be a reason for their secrecy, for their warnings.

  His paranoia tightened into a small, hard knot in his chest. Something’s not right.

  He poured this frustration into his training. More hours in Julian’s cramped basement, slicing at targets conjured from scraps of ether, practicing void constructs until his limbs shook and his head pounded. He couldn’t control the outside world, but he could control how good he got, how ready he was when shit inevitably hit the fan again.

  And it would. He sensed that much.

  But the dream lingered, a dark cloud on the horizon of his happiness. The talisman sat on his nightstand, a constant reminder of the unanswered questions, the mysteries that still swirled around him, waiting to be uncovered. He wondered if he would ever find the answers - if he would ever truly understand the forces that were shaping his destiny. He hoped so.

  Because the not knowing, the uncertainty, it was a burden he was starting to find unbearable.

  * * *

  Mark stepped into the hallway, a sense of relief washing over him. Finally, done with that damn exam. One more hurdle behind him, at least for now.

  Hard to believe how fast this semester had blown by. Hell, he could still remember his first day here—clueless, wide-eyed, and convinced he’d never figure out which building housed what css.

  He rounded a corner and bumped into Sarah, leaning against the wall, scrolling through her phone.

  “Mark! Hey!”

  “Hey, Sarah. What are you doing here?”

  “Just procrastinating,” she admitted with a grin. “Got a paper due tomorrow, and I haven’t even started.”

  “Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, in the library then?

  She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Don’t judge me. How’d your exams go?”

  “Surprisingly okay,” he admitted. “Not aced, but I didn’t bomb either. You?”

  “Ugh, don’t even get me started,” Sarah groaned. “I’m pretty sure I failed. I’m just hoping for a C at this point. Anything to avoid retaking that hellish css.”

  They lingered there for a bit, hashing over grades, next semester’s schedule from hell, and the rumors swirling around campus. Some prof had apparently staged a pop quiz so brutal it became the stuff of legends. Typical end-of-semester madness.

  “Oh, by the way, how’s Ria?” She asked, tilting her head. “I feel like I haven’t seen her in ages.”

  “She’s been busy with some research project. It’s been taking up a lot of her time tely.”

  “Sounds like Ria. So, how’s the… living together thing going? Any explosions yet?”

  “Surprisingly no. We’ve got a system worked out. I guess I haven’t driven her totally crazy… yet.”

  “I still can’t believe you two moved in together so fast,” she said, shaking her head.

  Mark simply shrugged. You and me both.

  They chatted for a while longer, catching up on campus gossip, making pns for the upcoming holiday break, and compining about the csses they were taking next semester.

  “Where’s Ria, anyway? Isn’t she usually attached to your hip?”

  “No idea,” he shrugged. “She just sent me a location and told me to meet her there. Said she had a surprise for me.”

  “Ooh, a surprise? Sounds exciting! Any idea what it could be?”

  “Not a clue. Just hope it’s not another one of her pranks. Last time, she filled my room with balloons. It took me hours to clean up.”

  “I’m sure it’ll be fun,” Sarah said, winking. “So, where’s the rendezvous point?”

  Mark pulled out his phone and showed her the message.

  “Woah! Grand Regency? Five-star? Someone’s feeling fancy. You sure she didn’t max out her credit card?”

  “Don’t even joke about that. I’m kinda worried what I’m walking into.”

  “Hey, if you need a third wheel, I’m always avaible,” she offered, her eyes twinkling. “Just saying, I wouldn’t mind crashing a five-star hotel party.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  “Alright, Romeo, I won’t keep you any longer. Go find your mysterious surprise. Maybe it’s not balloons this time.”

  “Thanks, Sarah,” he said, pocketing his phone. “I’ll let you know if I survive.”

  “Deal.”

  He turned and headed towards the parking lot, a spring in his step. Midterms done. Surprise date.

  The campus was quiet, a few students milling around, some still hunched over st-minute notes. He turned a corner, thinking about the evening’s possibilities—fancy dinner, some weird Ria plot to celebrate surviving midterms—and smmed into a body he hadn’t seen coming.

  Instinct kicked in before he knew what he was doing. His hand shot out, grabbed the guy by the colr, and shoved him against the wall. It was fast and violent.

  The stranger’s eyes went wide, hands raised in surrender. “Whoa, chill! Sorry, man, I didn’t see you.”

  Mark blinked, heart hammering in his chest. What the hell am I doing?

  “S-Sorry.”

  Slowly, he released the guy, who bolted off down the hall, tossing uneasy gnces over his shoulder.

  Flexing his fingers, he felt a weird adrenaline prickling under his skin. Get a grip, Mark.

  He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm that restless energy humming in his veins. Must be the tension from the past few weeks catching up with him. With a shake of his head, he headed outside, determined not to let whatever that was ruin his mood. He had a surprise waiting, and he’d focus on that instead of… well, whatever was crawling under his skin.

  * * *

  Mark stood before the Grand Regency, its gss facade shimmering in the afternoon sun. He felt a little underdressed in his jeans and t-shirt, surrounded by people in suits and fancy dresses. What the hell has she pnned?

  He walked into the lobby, the cool air a welcome contrast to the summer heat outside. The receptionist, impeccably dressed and radiating an air of professional efficiency, greeted him with a smile. “Good afternoon, sir. How may I assist you?”

  “I’m here to meet someone. Uhh…. Ria Thorne.”

  Her fingers danced across the keyboard. “Ah, yes. She’s reserved the Presidential Suite. Room 4502. Here’s your keycard, sir.”

  “Thanks,” he took it, a thrill of anticipation running through him. Presidential Suite? He took the elevator up to the 45th floor, his mind racing with possibilities.

  He slid the keycard into the slot, and the door clicked open. He stepped inside, and his jaw dropped. The suite was enormous, a sprawling space filled with plush furniture, expensive artwork, and a breathtaking view of the city through floor-to-ceiling windows. Holy shit. He could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom.

  “Ria?” he called out, knocking gently on the bathroom door.

  “Five minutes, babe. Make yourself comfortable.”

  “Don’t take too long,” he grinned, his curiosity piqued. He couldn’t wait to see what she had pnned.

  He wandered around the suite, taking in the vish details - the king-sized bed with its cloud-like pillows, the ft-screen TV that seemed bigger than his entire room, the table den with snacks and drinks. He couldn’t resist sampling a few of the chocote-covered strawberries, savoring their sweet, juicy fvor. Not bad.

  The pce looked like the kind of spot celebrities crashed in after the Oscars, all elegant lines and plush textures.

  He paused by the window, staring down at the city’s skyline. Everything looked tiny—people scurrying around like ants, cars crawling along streets. One would think being up here would give him a sense of perspective, maybe help him clear his head. Instead, the quiet room and the distant hum of the city just made his thoughts louder.

  He sank onto the bed, a sigh escaping his lips, the sheets feeling like clouds beneath him.

  His mind drifted, repying the events of the past few weeks – the fight at the mansion, Julian’s training, the fucked-up dream that still haunted him.

  He’d been lucky to survive, he knew that, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was… off. Ever since that dream, there’d been this… presence in his head, a whisper of crazy shit that made his skin crawl. It was tough to expin.

  And then there were the visions. Brief, fragmented nightmares invaded his sleep - fshes of twisted faces, shadowy figures, and the echo of screams, of anguished cries in a nguage he didn’t understand. What the hell is happening?

  “Deep in thought there, Professor?”

  Mark’s eyes snapped open, and there was Ria. Holy. Shit.

  She was dressed in what could only be described as a parody of a school uniform, but one that screamed sex appeal.

  Her shirt was white, but god, it was practically see-through, showing off her tits like she was about to spill out any second. Her tie was a mess, hanging loose, looking like it would come undone with just a breath.

  The skirt was something out of a wet dream, so short it was almost pointless, barely skimming the curve of her ass. Her long, tanned legs were bare, her feet cd in a pair of bck Mary Janes.

  Her long brown hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, emphasizing the sharpness of her features, her eyes lined with dark makeup, lips painted a sinful red, looking like they were meant for nothing but mischief.

  “Whoa, Ria.”

  “Thought I’d dress up for you,” she grinned as if to say- Yeah, I know…. doing a quick twirl, her skirt fring out, revealing the smooth, bare skin of her ass. No panties.

  “You look… fucking amazing.”

  “Gd you think so, Professor,” Ria purred clearly enjoying his reaction.

  “It definitely suits you,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

  “Good,” she said, sliding onto the bed next to him. The mattress dipped under her weight, the soft scent of her shampoo drifting closer. “But you seem miles away. What’s on your mind?”

  “It’s nothing, really. I was just thinking about everything that’s happened tely.”

  He attempted a casual shrug, but it didn’t quite nd. He couldn’t shake the strange heaviness that had settled in his thoughts tely—stuff he really didn’t want to ruin the mood with right now.

  “Well, let’s not think about that now. We’re here to rex, remember?” She gently caressed his hair.

  She’s right. What’s the point of worrying?

  “So, is this the surprise?” Mark asked, eyeing her outfit.

  “Not quite.” Her smile widened. “But before we get there, I’ve got something I want to show you.”

  “What is it?”

  She brushed her hair aside, exposing the nape of her neck.

  His gaze caught on the mark etched into her skin—a twisting pattern of lines and curves, intricate and strange. He remembered spotting it before, back when her mother was around, but he’d never gotten the story behind it.

  “What is it?” He leaned in closer, his fingers tracing the pattern. “I was going to ask you about it…I heard you and your mom talking—”

  “It’s a bonding mark.”

  “What?”

  “It’s like… when bonded mates complete their bond, they get this mark. It’s physical proof, you know? It tells everyone that I’m yours, completely.”

  “Wow,” he breathed, eyeing the strange symbol, a weird possessive feeling bubbling up. His heart did a little flip.

  Mine. He hadn’t expected that word to feel so right. It sparked something deep and instinctive, satisfaction and protectiveness tangling together.

  “Wait, does that mean I get one, too?”

  “You should from what I know… It manifests differently for everyone. We’ll see”

  “Well, it looks good on you. Like a… a sexy little tattoo.”

  She smirked, eyes lighting up at his reaction. “I’m gd you think so. I kind of like it too, even though I never wanted one. But I… kind of dig this design.”

  “Don’t they all look the same?”

  “No,” she shook her head, her ponytail swishing with the motion. “Every bonded pair has a unique one, depending on their retionship. People specute it’s supposed to say something about the kind of connection the pair shares.”

  “So, what do you think this one means?”

  “No idea. We can only guess.”

  “We could crack it if we sit on it. If you look at the way these two lines intertwine, it could—”

  “Later, Professor” she silenced him by pcing a finger on his lips. “We can analyze it ter. Right now, I just want to celebrate.”

  “I doubt a room like this is all you’ve got pnned… So, what’s the big surprise?”

  Ria grinned like a cat, rose from the bed with deliberate slowness, and strutted over to the wall. She bent over, pcing one hand against it, and gnced back over her shoulder.

  “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”

  Mark walked closer, his eyes widening at the sight. Ria’s skirt had ridden up, revealing her perfect ass, and nestled between her cheek…Is that a butt plug?

  “I want you to take my ass, baby.”

  Holy shit. His cock twitched at the thought, the implication of her demand mixing with the knowledge that she bore his mark. It was all so intoxicating, like some kind of drug.

  He pced his hands on her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin where the skirt bunched up.“Are you sure about this?”

  “Of course I am,” she breathed out, looking back at him with those dark, inviting eyes. “I want you to cim every part of me.”

  “Okay…. Let’s do it.” Fuck, yes. Then, curiosity got the better of him. “How long have you been wearing that thing, anyway?”

  “Since this morning,” Ria winked. “I knew how big you were, and I wanted to be… prepared.”

  “God, Ria, you have no idea how hot that is.”

  “I’ve been thinking about it all day,” she confessed her hips moving slightly. “Every step, every time I sit, I was just getting more and more ready for you.”

  “You’re really something else,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss the spot where the mark adorned her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her.

  Unable to resist, he gave her ass a quick, firm sp, drawing a surprised, un-Ria-like squeal from her. The way her flesh rippled under his hand was hypnotic. So perfect.

  She giggled, wiggling her ass at him, clearly asking for more.

  SMACKK!

  The other cheek, a little harder.

  “Mmmmmmmh.” She moaned, her body arching against his.

  His hands roamed freely over her body, squeezing her breasts, gripping her thighs, savoring the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingertips.

  Ria melted under his touch, her body pliant and eager, letting out a series of soft, pleased sounds.

  “Ahhhhh… mmmmmm.”

  She grabbed his hand, guiding it to the plug nestled between her cheeks. “Go ahead, baby,” she purred. “Take it out.”

  Taking a deep breath, he slowly pulled out the plug, watching as her body quiver, a soft moan escaping her lips.

  “Ahhhhh!”

  SMACK!

  He gave her ass another loud sp, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

  “Oh fuck… that felt good,” she breathed, turning to wrap her arms around his neck, her lips finding his in a hungry kiss.

  Mark kissed her back with a fervor that surprised even himself. His tongue plunged into her mouth, tangling with hers, the taste of her, the scent of her, driving him wild. I need her.

  He ripped open her shirt, the buttons popping, the fabric tearing.

  “Woahhhh!”

  She yelped, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of surprise and delight. She shrugged off the shirt and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor, her breasts, full and heavy, swaying freely.

  Mark dove in like a starving beast, his mouth ciming her nipples, sucking hard, biting, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peaks. He was all over her, licking, nibbling, leaving marks on her skin, his tongue tracing a path from her nipples down to the valley between her breasts, then back up again.

  His hand squeezed her breasts roughly, feeling their weight, his thumbs rolling over her nipples until they were hard and aching. God, they’re perfect.

  Ria’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. “Mmmmm, fuck, that feels so good.”

  As he continued his assault on her breasts, Ria pushed her skirt down, the fabric pooling around her ankles. She stood there, completely naked, her skin flushed. “Why don’t you get more comfortable?”

  “Gdly,” Mark growled, kicking off his shoes. In a rush, he unbuttoned his pants, yanking them down along with his boxers, his hard cock springing free, throbbing.

  He was on her in a second, his hands all over her, gripping, ciming. He pushed her back against the wall, his body pressing into hers, his cock grinding against her. His mouth found hers again, the kiss all teeth and tongue, while one hand slid down to her ass, squeezing hard, his fingers digging into her flesh.

  Suddenly, she pushed him back, breathing heavily, her chest heaving.

  “Bed. Now”

  Ria climbed onto the bed, her hand pulling out a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer.

  Mark raised an eyebrow. Someone came prepared.

  “No way I’m taking all of you without a little help,” she said, unscrewing the cap. “You do have a monster down there.”

  She knelt in front of him, pouring a generous amount of lube onto her hand. She coated his cock with the slick liquid.

  Fuck, that feels good. He groaned, his hips bucking instinctively.

  Setting the bottle aside, she crawled to the edge and got on all fours. She grabbed a pillow and slid it under her upper back, pushing her ass high in air.

  He knelt behind her, at her tight entrance, taking a deep breath. “You ready?”

  Biting her lip, looking back over her shoulder, she nodded, “Go easy, okay?”

  He grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them apart, his tip pressing against her puckered hole. “Fuck, it’s so small…”

  “Just push, baby,” she whispered. “I’ll stretch for you.”

  He pushed, slowly, carefully, feeling the tight resistance of her entrance.

  Ria moaned, her body tensing. He pushed a little further, the head of his cock stretching her opening, and then, with a soft pop, he was inside.

  “Oh fuck… Oh fuck, go slow, go…real fucking slow, oh goddddd….”

  He pushed past her anal ring.

  “OH FUCK!!!”

  “You okay?”

  She nodded, her lip caught between her teeth. “I’m fine, just… t-take your time.”

  Mark nodded, pushing in further inch by agonizing inch, feeling the intense tightness of her ass enveloping him. So tight. So fucking hot.

  It was like fucking heaven and hell at once, her walls so tight they seemed to be milking his cock, the friction driving him wild. He could feel every ripple, every clench, of her internal muscles, her body a velvet vise around him.

  He moved slowly, but when he tried a quicker thrust, Ria hissed, a sharp intake of breath.

  “Owww, fucckkkk… j-just hold on a sec. Let me stretch out for you, okay, baby?”

  Mark stopped, ripping her, giving her time to rex.

  Ria eased the strain on her arms, shifting her weight onto her side and resting on her cheek. She inhaled a few deep breaths rexing her body.

  “O-Okay,” she finally whispered. “Go… ahead.”

  Slowly, he pushed deeper, her body opening up to him, feeling the resistance melting away, her body yielding to his invasion.

  “Ooohhhhhhhh yeeeaahhhhh.”

  She moaned, her hips bucking slightly, the pleasure starting to outweigh the pain.

  He pulled back until he felt the head of his cock bump against her entrance, then eased his way back in, savoring the feel of her tight ass gripping him.

  “FFFfff it’s so biggg Ohh gawwdddd… I feel so full…”

  “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  “No! It’s perfect. Keep going.”

  He pushed deeper, relishing the sensation of her tight cavity squeezing him.

  “OHGOD!” She cried out, her body convulsing as he hit a sensitive spot deep inside her.

  The lube was doing its job making her ass slick and welcoming, allowing Mark to slide in and out with a gentle pace, but the tightness was fucking insane, the friction mind-blowing.

  “OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod…ohmyGOD!” Her words came out like a rush, spilling from her like champagne from an uncorked bottle.

  “Ohh…. baby,” she clutched the sheets, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “It feels so goooddd, your huge cock stretching my ass… stuffing me completely.”

  He spanked her ass, hard, leaving a red mark on her creamy skin.

  “Aghh!” Ria yelped, the surprise quickly repced by a moan of pleasure. “Oh fuck, Mark…”

  Her body shook with every movement, her climax building. She arched her back, pushing back into him, “You feel good, honey? You like fucking my tight little hole?”

  “Fuck yesss …” he groaned. “It feels so fucking good, so tight, so hot… Your ass is gripping me like it never wants to let go, sucking me in with every thrust, it’s like you were made for this, for me to fuck you like this… God, Ria, you’re perfect…..”

  “Oh babyyy… oh my goddd… you’re fucking my ass so good… harder, please… fuck my tight hole harder, shove your big dick into me… ohhh fuckkkk…”

  Something primal surged within Mark, his movements turning feral.

  “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” he growled, “Is that what you want? You want me to own you, fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight for days?”

  “Ohmygodd… yess please… take it baby… own my tight little hole, make it yours, oh fuck, yessss…”

  His thrusts grew more intense, rougher, his control slipping. Mark felt like he was on fire, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure and chaos. Mine. There is this strange, exhirating rush, a feverish heat that pulsed through his veins, sharpening his senses, amplifying his desire. His mind zeroed in; all he saw was the woman kneeling before him, waiting to be cimed.

  He smmed into her, hard and fast, each sp of his hips against her ass making her yelp. Smack! Smack! Smack!

  “AHHHHH!! FUCK… YOU’RE GONNA RUIN MY ASSSSSSSSSSSS MMMMM!!”

  Mark grinned, the thrill of her reaction fueling his own. Everything felt blurry, drugged with lust. He grabbed her ponytail, yanking it back hard, pulling her head up, making her gasp and arch even more.

  “YES. YES. FUCK ME. SOO DEEEEPPPPPP….YES. YES. OOOOHHHH. YEEEES…..YEEESSS.”

  Mark’s free hand found her throat, gripping it tightly. “Who do you belong to?”

  Ria gasped, her eyes widening slightly at the sudden shift in his demeanor, a thrill running through her at his touch.

  “Mmph… y-you…”

  “Louder.”

  “YOURS! I’M YOURS!”

  “That’s right, my slut,” he growled.

  “Oh Yes! yesyesyesyesyesyesyes, I’m your slut… your whore… your fucktoy. Use me! Do whatever you want!”

  Mark felt like a primitive beast, his mind clouding with dark, delicious pleasure. His thrusts became even more savage, untamed, driving into her with all his might.

  “OH AHHHHHH… MMMMMM… F-FUCK… FUCK!! AHHHHHH… I’m fucking cumming… I’m cumming so harddd… oh goddddd…”

  Her body convulsed, her legs shaking, her ass clenching around him in spasms, her muscles quivering with each wave of pleasure.

  He felt every ripple, every clench, her ass tightening around his cock like a vice, the pressure so intense it was almost unbearable, the heat, the wetness, every detail magnified. It was like she was trying to pull him deeper, to keep him there forever.

  Mark felt the familiar build-up, the pressure mounting as he pounded into her.

  “I’m gonna… uhh… cum.”

  “Give it to me… mark my ass… please, I need it… fill me up, Mark, make me yours completely, fill my slutty ass with your hot cum.”

  Her dirty talk, combined with the insane tightness, was too much.

  Her dirty talk, combined with the insane tightness, sent him over the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep, his cock expanding, the pressure inside almost unbearable. The sensation of his cum shooting through his cock was magnified by the tight confines, making the pleasure almost unbearable.

  He came, his body convulsing, his seed spilling into her, wave after wave of thick, hot cum flooding her ass, stretching her, filling her.

  “YESSSYESSSYESSSSYESSSSSYESSS… oh fuck, yes, fill me…”

  She cried out, her body shaking with aftershocks of ecstasy, her mind swimming in etion.

  Mark was finally spent, his chest heaving like he’d run a marathon. He nearly colpsed over Ria as his orgasm waned, managing to catch himself with an arm stretched out beside her.

  She mewled softly, basking in the afterglow, feeling the fullness left by his cock and cum.

  He slowly pulled out, his cockhead clinging to her stretched ring before popping free with a soft, wet sound. A thick stream of his cum oozed from her ass, mixing with her juices, staining the sheets.

  “Mmmmm…” she whimpered, her body still tingling, her senses overloaded.

  He crashed down beside her, his chest heaving, his mind slowly returning to reality. Holy fuck. He looked at Ria, her body sprawled across the bed, covered in sweat and cum, her tongue peeking out from between her lips, her eyes still half-rolled back in her head. That was… intense.

  He couldn’t remember the st time he’d felt so… raw. So primal. So connected. The fog in his mind, the whispers of madness, seemed to have receded, repced by a quiet sense of satisfaction.

  He closed his eyes, the lingering scent of sex and sweat filling the air.