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all the power, that he would do anything to make her happy.

Beck forced her off his lap and onto her knees. Meg looked up at

him, her lips red and swollen from his kisses. Her eyes were so

trusting and open. He wanted to eat her up right then and there, so he

pushed her to the hard floor and was on top of her before she could

breathe. He pressed his rock-hard dick against her pussy, but his

clothes were in the way. Stupid clothes. He wanted to slow down. He wanted to tell her to undress him. She would sweetly remove his

clothes and then her own. He could sit back down in the chair and

command her to take his cock to that soft place in the back of her

throat. He would hold her head and fuck her throat. She would drink

him down, not missing a drop.

Yes, that was what he would do. Later. He didn’t have the

patience now. He had to get inside of her.

Beck pressed his cock against her, and she moaned, a sweet little

mewl that made him feel ten feet tall. Her arms went around his chest,

and she let her head fall back. He fell on her. His lips devoured her

soft flesh. She tasted so good. He opened the bond between them and

poured his will into her. He wanted her soft and submissive

underneath him, willing to fulfill his every dark and nasty desire. His

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hands found her breasts. They were big and soft and so responsive.

He wanted to make a feast of her. She was the only food he needed.

He looked down at her. Her face, her lovely face, was filled with

need. She needed him.

“They need us, son,” his father had explained that day so long

ago. The words came back to haunt him now. “They are completely

dependent on us. You think they don’t know it? It’s worse for you

because you’ll be the king someday. Women will do anything to

please you. It is your sacred duty not to take advantage of them.”


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