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the warming fire.
    The sudden, intruding stab to meet her stomach as soon as she had settled into the presenting posture was almost enough to wrench an orgasm from her on the spot. As was, Katalyne tensed and flinched, bowing her back down into the rug as though haven taken a lashing from a whip, and near howled in a breath-taking mixture of bliss and pangs of bittersweet pain. Her Huntsman’s cock was finally spearing the burning throb of lust between her legs.
    It t ook no more than one hard thrust to hilt inside her, the rugged Huntsman accepting nothing less than absolute ownership and right to drive into and mate with his beloved, dragging her down into a simpler, animalistic world where he is her alpha mate, and she his prime rutting bitch.
    It was in that world, free from all sense of propriety that their souls could join.
    Feeling his dominance in her core as surely as her mate did, the princess lowered her front to raise her rear and push back on the thick girth of her mate’s cock, feeling the soft brush of the rug caress and tease her breasts as she lay over it.
    Clenching down on the impaling shaft and grinding her hips back against it, it was all Katalyne could do to not lose herself in the wrenching burst of pleasure that swept up her. From the roughness of Mikhael’s grip on her, it wouldn’t mattered if the Princess went limp from that point on, her mate would hold her steady. Both pinned down and held up by the man’s strong arms grabbing her hips and shoulder, Katalyne wholly submitted to the power of her own lust for the man that only then began to move.
    The sudden, powerful jolts from him took her breath away instantly, leaving the princess to bounce and smack off his crotch, bearing the powerful thrusts with gritted teeth and lurid, throaty moans. With the sudden nature of it all, Katalyne’s body could do little more than sway and swagger under his force, spasming and clenching firmly down around the shaft as her breasts squished and rubbed into the rug, sending soft tingles of pleasure through them.
    Each and every lunge to meet her hips, rocking her body and pushing her breasts back into the soft caress of the rug her head lowered to lie on sent a lashing burst of pleasure inside her. The feel of him was bliss, and Katalyne’s eyes quickly lost focus to staring off into the near-distance of nothing in the hazy fireplace, ragged moans reverberating from her smothered chest.
    Having begun with his rapid and bestial pace, Mikhael never ceased or slowed , and rather only added to the rough slaps of mating with harder, faster thrusts. His beautiful lover and royal lady’s pert rear bounced and jiggled off his crotch with each thrust, his hands pulling her whole body back down onto his ravaging cock each time.
    R eaching up from Katalyne’s shoulder to grasp and yank on her hair, Mikhael leant in over her back to meet her lips with his own, groping and squeezing her breast with the other.
    The near scream the Princess gave off from the treatment was muffled down to a long, throaty mewl of shocked pleasure as her lips fought and grinded against his hungrily. Her mewling groans and gasps were beginning to draw faster and quicker all the same, as much from the breathlessness of the act as the swelling of pleasure inside her, broiling and burning on the verge of exploding.
    Time passed in what felt like slow motion, as if the feeling refused to tip over and instead make her body melt with the buzz of pleasure. All she could feel around her, everywhere at once, was her Huntsman thrusting and shaking her body with his powerful cock. She knew he would hold her safe and take her over that peak, but as the edges of her vision whited out, Katalyne felt as if floating on a prickly cloud of magic. The pistoning stabs of pleasure still didn’t stop lapping at her stomach, even as it drove her blindly over the edge.
    It was then that she finally did scream, near howling in bliss and quaking from the unquenchable