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With Shana in my arms, I know the truth. She is mine, and I am irrevocably hers. It's a revelation that sets my soul ablaze.
7
SHANA
Icannot do this. It's a sin. It's sacrilegious. But every time he touches me, I respond to him eagerly. Wantonly.
What is wrong with me?
He continues his assault on my body. It's effortless for him. Carus is a master of sin, and I'm his puppet. He will use and discard me the moment he's done playing. Yet, I can't help but want this desperately.
His mouth swoops down to capture mine in another passionate kiss, and I find myself thrilled as he pulls me closer. He's relentless.
I return his kisses with ardor and I'm not even meaning to. I can't help myself. All I know is I want more.
In the back of my mind, I grapple with my virginity. I know what I'm giving up. I'm a priestess, and this is wrong. But whatever connection we share overpowers everything else.
The gazebo shields us away from prying eyes. He peels off my wet clothes. My breath comes out in short, nervous bursts. I fear we'll get caught, but Carus is the picture of ease.
"Relax, Shana. Everything is alright," he murmurs against my ear.
His voice sends shivers down my spine. The very air seems to be charged with power. I'm not sure I understand what it is about this dark elf that is driving me wild, but I'm powerless to stop it.
His fingers reach lower and trace the curve of my hip, igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume my every thought. Every time he touches me I moan louder. His breathing is harsh and ragged. He wants this as much as I do.
Carus's touch is both gentle and possessive, his fingertips leaving a trail of warmth and desire in their wake. I ache for him, my body yearning to be claimed by this forbidden pleasure.
The conflict between my duty as a priestess and the overwhelming need coursing through me intensifies with each passing second.
As he explores the contours of my body, I find myself losing control, surrendering to the sinful allure of his touch. Every nerve ending becomes hypersensitive to his every caress. I arch into him as his lips traverse down my neck, his teeth grazing against my pulsating skin.
The weight of his desire presses against me, a tantalizing reminder of the undeniable connection between us. It's as if we were fated to cross paths in this moment, bound by a spell that defies all reason and logic. I cannot help but question if there is something more at play here than mere physical attraction.
Carus's hands move with purpose, slipping beneath the fabric of my soaked undergarments, exposing parts of myself that have never been touched before. A gasp escapes my lips as his fingers find their way to my most intimate places, awakening sensations I didn't know existed.
In this secret haven away from prying eyes, moral constraints melt away like the droplets of water on our skin. There is no right or wrong here, only the insatiable desire that consumes us both.
There’s a storm of emotions inside of me. My virginity versus my desire. With each stroke of his fingers, I am pushed further into uncharted territory, dancing on the razor's edge between ecstasy and damnation.
My mind races as I try to make sense of the intoxicating mix of pleasure and guilt that courses through my veins. How did I end up here, tangled in the arms of a forbidden lover?
The answer eludes me, lost amidst the tangled web of fate and desire. All I know is that at this moment, nothing else matters.
Carus's touch ignites a fire deep within me, a fire that threatens to consume my entire being. As his fingers skillfully explore my most intimate places, I can no longer deny the truth – I am addicted to him, even if I don’t understand how he can control me this way. His every touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body, erasing any lingering doubts or reservations.
In this sacred space of sin and surrender, time stands still. The only sounds that fill the air are our combined moans and sighs. I lose myself in the rhythm orchestrated by our bodies, succumbing to a primal dance of desire.
Carus's lips find their way back to mine, sealing our connection in a passionate kiss that leaves me breathless. His tongue entwines with mine as we explore each other with an urgency born from forbidden longing. The taste of him fills my senses, mingling with the scent of lake water and the musky aroma of our desire.
His mouth finds mine once again, a hungry kiss that mingles our breaths and erases any lingering doubts. Our bodies move in a choreographed rhythm, a dance of desire that defies all reason. Each stolen moment fuels the fire that burns between us, pushing us closer to the edge of reason.
As the intensity heightens, the world around us fades into obscurity. There is only Carus and me, lost in a realm where forbidden pleasures are embraced without hesitation. Time becomes irrelevant as we surrender ourselves to a love that transcends societal norms and expectations.
In this euphoric haze, Carus's whispers become enchantments that hold me captive. He speaks words of adoration, intertwining his declarations with each tantalizing stroke of his hands. His voice carries promises of passion and devotion, weaving an intricate tapestry of temptation that entangles my heart and soul.
He lays me down, positioning his body above my own. His cock probes my entrance and I'm fearful.
"Don't be afraid, Shana," Carus says quietly. "All will be well."
