Lord of the realm

She reached for the hem of her dress, pulling it slowly over her head and letting it fall to the floor. Jaenor's breath caught in his throat as she stood before him in nothing but her sheer undergarments—a lace bra that barely contained her massive breasts and matching panties that hugged her wide hips.

"Do you like what you see?" She purred, running a hand along her waist, her narrow frame accentuating the swell of her hips and the curve of her ass, her thicc creamy ass.

Her legs are thicc and creamy with full tautness.

Jaenor could only nod, his mouth too dry to form words.

She chuckled softly, clearly enjoying his reaction. Every movement made her ass and boobs jiggle, which made Jaenor squirm on the bed. He was already fully aroused.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling him with ease, her thighs encircling his hips. Her weight pressed him into the mattress, and he could feel every inch of her against him—her softness, her warmth. Her hands found their way to his shirt again, unbuttoning it with deft fingers before tearing it off and tossing it aside.

Her lips descended on his neck, kissing and sucking as her hands explored his chest.

He gasped as she bit down gently, her teeth grazing his skin. "Odessa…" he moaned, his hands gripping her hips.

"Feel good?" she whispered against his skin, her breath sending shivers through him.

"Y-yes…" he stammered, his voice trembling.

She pulled back slightly, looking down at him with those piercing green eyes. "Good. Because I'm just getting started."

Her hands moved to his pants, unbuttoning them with a practiced ease.

He lifted his hips to help her pull them off, leaving him completely exposed beneath her. Her gaze raked over him appreciatively, and she bit her lower lip. "Mm. Not bad at all," she murmured.

She leaned down, kissing him deeply this time, her tongue sliding into his mouth and tangling with his.

Her hands roamed his body—his chest, his stomach, his thighs—while her hips ground against him, eliciting a groan from deep within his chest.

Breaking the kiss, she moved lower, trailing kisses down his chest and stomach until she reached his length. His member was standing tall, fully erect and full of virility.

She looked up at him through her lashes, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Ready for more?" she asked, her voice dripping with promise.

Jaenor could only nod again, his entire body trembling with anticipation.

Odessa's lips lingered just above his length, her warm breath teasing him as she glanced up with those piercing green eyes.

Jaenor's hands moved to her soft boobs, and he started pawing them. He wanted to pull her closer and suck her tits.

Before he could finish the thought, Odessa's hand wrapped around his long, thick shaft, her touch firm yet impossibly soft. Jaenor groaned as soon as her fingers touched him.

She stroked him slowly, her fingers gliding up and down his shaft, leaving him gasping. "You're so hard," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "I can tell you've been thinking about this all day, haven't you?"

Jaenor's throat tightened.

He managed a weak nod, his words failing him as she began to move her hand faster, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip of him. Odessa leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I want you to enjoy every moment of this."

A moan escaped his lips, and Odessa's smile widened. "Good boy," she whispered, before lowering her head and taking him into her mouth.

The sensation was electric.

Her lips wrapped around his meat stick, hot and wet, as she began to bob her head, taking him deeper with each motion.

Jaenor's hips bucked instinctively, but Odessa's free hand pressed down on his stomach, holding him in place. "Let me take care of you," she murmured around him, her voice vibrating against his skin.

Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing him mercilessly before she took him all the way to the back of her throat.

Jaenor's back arched, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He'd never felt anything like this—her mouth, her hands, her control—it was overwhelming, intoxicating.

He was drowning in her, and he never wanted to come up for air.

But then, just as quickly as she'd started, Odessa pulled away.

Jaenor whimpered at the loss, his body trembling with need. She chuckled softly, standing up from the bed and extending a hand to him.

"Come here," she said, her tone commanding yet tender. "I want to show you something."

Jaenor could only follow her, his eyes glued to her swaying hips and jiggling ass.

She was like a lustful siren, leading him further into the depths of desire.

She led him to the window, the cool sea breeze brushing against their naked bodies.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery light over the room.

Odessa leaned against the windowsill, her back to him, and glanced over her shoulder with a smirk.

"I want you to take me here, under the moonlight."

"Gladly."

She reached back, guiding his hands to her waist. Her skin was soft and warm beneath his fingertips, and he could feel the curve of her hips and the fullness of her ass pressing against him.

She turned her head slightly, her black hair cascading over her shoulder. "Then take me," she whispered.

Jaenor's heart raced as he positioned himself behind her, his length pressing against her entrance.

He held his hard shaft and pressed it against her cave and then rubbed it on her vertical lips. Odessa shifted her hips, grinding against him until he slipped inside her.

They both gasped at the sensation—her warmth enveloping him, his hardness filling her completely.

Jaenor groaned, feeling the tightness of the velvet cave around his dick and the sensation of how it was swallowing him as a whole.

She tilted her head back, moaning softly as he began to move.

His hands tightened on her waist as he thrust into her, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Odessa's body responded eagerly, her hips rocking back to meet his, her ass pressing into him with every thrust.

"That's it," she breathed, her voice strained with pleasure. "Fuck me harder."

Jaenor obeyed, his movements growing more forceful as he plunged into her again and again. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed through the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and the crash of the waves outside.

Odessa's moans grew louder and more urgent as she arched her back, her hands gripping the windowsill for support.

He could feel her tightening around him, her walls clenching him in a way that made his vision blur.

"Odessa," he gasped, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "I—I can't—"

"Don't stop," she commanded, her voice firm despite her breathlessness. "Not yet."

Jaenor bent forward to take her breasts, massaging them, and started to kiss and nibble at her neck, feeling her shudder beneath him. The urgency in her voice only fueled his desire, pushing him to keep moving with a renewed fervor.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh reverberated in the room, mixed with her moaning.

He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on as she pushed back against him, driving him even deeper. Her moans rose in pitch, and he could feel her body shuddering around him as she reached her climax.

The sensation was too much—he couldn't hold back any longer.

With a groan, he spilled himself inside her, his entire body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath. Then Odessa turned to face him, that same wicked smile playing on her lips.

"You are a beast," she teased, running a finger down his chest.

Jaenor chuckled, still feeling fire inside him, and moved in and kissed her. She kissed him back. Their lips smacked against each other, the wet noise of their passion filling the room. Jaenor knew he couldn't get enough of her. Their chemistry was undeniable, and he was already craving more of her touch.

He took her back to the bed and moved on top of her, taking her hands into his, intertwining his fingers with hers. Her tits were crushed between them as he moved on top of her.

His dick was hard already and sprang into action within no time.

This time session lasted for a couple of hours as they rolled on the bed, changing positions and moving and fucking.

Then they fell asleep, tired, and their naked forms were covered in sweat, the result of their lovemaking.

Afterward, as they lay entwined in the moonlight, the true nature of their relationship revealed itself.

When the nightmares came—as they always did—she was there to anchor him to the present, her strong arms wrapped around him as she whispered words of comfort and protection.

And in her arms, surrounded by her warmth and strength, he slept peacefully.