Yoon-mi’s fingers twitched around the human’s muscles as he enveloped her in an embrace, her back pressed against the granite of the boy-cave. She had meant to seduce him to his death, but he was too strong, too wilful, too inquisitive. When she looked in his eyes she didn’t have the strength anymore. She fell for him. She moaned into his neck as she survived every thrust, arms exploring the landscape of his body, her pussy dripping through the pain. She whispered hexes into his ear, begging him to stop, begging him to go deeper. *I am a goddess. I am above you. Fuck. Fuuuck. Ruin my divinity. Fuck. My hero.* There was rapture in the wrongness, from the curling of her toes to the glisten of her thighs. Her pale skin was pink with exertion. He was too much, too much. For once, she had found someone who could reduce her angelic vanity to the mewls of a mind blank with pleasure. He pulled her hair back, kissed her, and love fluttered down her chest as she gave herself completely, wrapping her powerful thighs around the heft of his muscles. It was a cold night and he was warm. Yoon-mi purred with contentment.
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