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on his bed. Elise
    gasped. A hint of fear skittered across her features. His powers
    frightened her. As they should.

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    Grabbing her by her small waist, Damien tossed her down on her
    back. He watched the play of emotions travel across her delicate
    features.
    "Elise!" he growled her name.
    Her eyes captured his. Damien took a firm hold on her inner thighs
    and spread her wide. Her chest lifted and fell with deep breaths. Lust
    replaced her fear now. Her legs trembled, yet she lifted her hips up in
    invitation.
    Damien snarled, reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her
    roughly so her ass rested on his upper thighs. The broad tip of his
    cock touched her virgin hole, poised to plunge in deep.
    He flashed fangs at her making her whimper, "Elise I'm going to
    fuck you. I will not be gentle, tell me now and I will stop..."
    A tear slipped out of the corner of her eye. Elise's shaky breath told
    Damien that she was apprehensive, yet her pussy's musky sweetness
    filling his nostrils, indicated her arousal would win.
    He squeezed her thighs, causing her to cry out. "Yes or no! Tell me
    Elise now!" Damien pressed his cock against her wet, swollen folds.
    She shut her eyes tightly; tears flowed freely down her cheeks. "Y-
    yessss!"
    He pushed forward some more, forcing the very tip of his cock to
    press firmly against her tight cunt. "Yes what?"
    She opened tear glistened eyes. The pure look of sexual hunger
    burned in their depths. "I ... my Lord ... I"
    Damien responded by rolling his hips and rubbing the head of his
    cock against her slick hole. He gritted his teeth, his own body
    trembling with the need to dominate and claim.
    Elise licked her lips. She moaned low. Understanding in her pretty
    eyes, "Yes my Lord Damien! Yes please! Please! Fuck me!"
    Damien reared back, and with a deep growl, impaled Elise balls
    deep.
    She screamed.
    He held still letting her accustom to his size and he to the iron grip
    of her cunt. As much as he wanted to fuck her hard and fast, he felt

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    the undeniable need to protect her from needless pain. It was her
    pleasure he wanted.
    Her breathing began to slow down as her body relaxed beneath
    him. He moved inside her. The wet, tight confines of her sheath
    sucked his shaft in, making it an effort to stroke back. He was so
    large and she so small, yet her body slowly became more and more
    pliant. His strokes became harder, deeper, faster.
    Elise moved her hips to his rhythm. He possessed her body
    completely with his eager strokes. He hovered over her, one arm
    wrapped securely around her small waist, holding her firmly as he
    plunged in and out of her sweet pussy with hard punishing strokes.
    Her cries echoed around the chamber. Pain mixed with pleasure.
    Her untried sheath clamped around his thick cock, milking him with
    tiny pulses of pre-climactic spasms.
    He released his true nature, ravishing her with wild, possessive
    fucking. Something inside him burst. Pleasure like nothing he had
    ever experienced ignited like fire through his body. He grunted and
    growled.
    Elise lifted her hips and matched him stroke for stroke. She
    submitted herself completely to his lust, literally becoming one with
    him.
    The harder he fucked her, the louder she cried out for more.
    They moved in synchronized madness, until the pleasure became
    too much and their bodies erupted together with deliciously numbing
    waves of ecstasy. Damien lifted his head; his limp body lay between
    Elise's splayed thighs.
    Her eyes were barely open, glistening with sated arousal, staring
    back at him. She smiled. He felt a strange flutter deep in his heart.
    Something he never would have imagined possible.

    * * * *
Lord Damien Dontaleone of Darkhaven had ravished her. She
    should be mortified, yet all she could feel was an aching need to have
    him inside her once again. He had not been gentle. Elise had loved
    every sordid wicked thing he did to her.

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    As sore as she was, her sex still flowed with honey for