Mated To A Hybrid King

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ught nothing but amusement. Entertainment of some sort. I'm bored after all and there are yet a lot of things that I can waste my time with. I watch the blush tha

To be honest; she was j

r hands… your body… the way you touched me. The way you kn

to die. On and on, the stories were different. the experiences were different and all the women were different. one person could experience something different while another would be easily overwhelmed by just the slightest charge. It wasn't ab

g them think that I am highly impressed by praises. that I get off on hearing women talk good about me and my bedroom skills. It was all about serving the right amount of confusion. In the other hand however what always entertained me was the stages to which

act that she is naked in my presence. This was nothing but one of my latest Conquest. Not that I needed to convince any of these women about any

r for me at the moment now to tell apart emotions. To know whenever someone is angry and when they were extremely nervous in my presence. It had also equally helped me in making decisions that have saved my life. like when a person was

mell the excitement in the atmosphere. sometimes it's

r geyser as her hands remain the monthly at the side of her hips. I could smell her arousal. just the mention of those words get her wanting

e poetry. hearing them being repeated over an

le dryer drip slowly around my waist as the morning sun caresses my skin. there was yet

r or. wiping her knees. the sudden cold fresh breeze caressing her skin as I open the window. I can feel her eyes on my back. studying me. taking m

going as the hybrid King. But sometimes my ears just get tired of hearing the praises. Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to have a person speak their or mind. Someone who isn't afraid of me.

aining? of

a thousand years. I have seen the faces of many and I have faced great b

but loneliness will forever remai