Consumed by Desire

Mari's grip on my face suddenly released, and she kicked me away with a swift motion. I stumbled backward, gasping for air, as she commanded, "Go to the bed, slave." I hastened to obey, my eyes fixed on her as she began to undress. Her dress dropped to the floor, and she stepped out of it, revealing her full body. The sight took my breath away. Mari's physique was unlike anything I had ever seen. Her skin was a deep, burnished red, and her curves seemed to glow with an inner fire. Her breasts were full and lush, with nipples that seemed to be begging for attention. Her waist was narrow, and her hips were wide, inviting me to explore the depths of her sensuality. As I lay on the bed, Mari approached me, her eyes gleaming with a fierce light. She straddled me, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I felt a surge of trepidation mixed with anticipation. Her tendrils extended, wrapping around my cock and guiding it straight inside her. The sensation was intense, and I felt a jolt of pleasure as I entered her. Mari's demon tail lazily whipped back and forth, as if it were enjoying the show. I became the passive partner, unable to move or control the pace of our lovemaking. Mari was in charge, and she fulfilled her own desires with a ruthless efficiency. Her body began to move, her hips rocking back and forth as she used me to satisfy her own cravings. I was a mere object, a tool for her to use and discard. Her lips descended, and she kissed me, her tongue invading my mouth as she claimed me as her own. Her hands scratched my chest, and I felt a surge of pain mixed with pleasure. Mari's grip on my cock tightened, and she began to move faster, her body seeking to consume me whole. I was lost in the sensations of her body, unable to think or reason. As we moved together, Mari's voice whispered in my ear, her words husky and seductive. She was a demon, a creature of pure desire, and I was her plaything. I was consumed by her, my body and mind lost in the depths of her sensuality. The world around me melted away, leaving only the sensations of Mari's body and the pleasure she derived from it. I was a slave, a mere object for her to use and discard. And yet, I was powerless to resist, trapped in this whirlpool of desire, forced to ride the waves of her passion.