Her slaves cock flexed as she licked at the fresh wound on his thigh. “Do you want another?” She purred her red lips against his inner thigh.
“Yes, Princess.” He wheezed. She lifted her blade and pointed the tip against his other thigh. She drew a big, bold “K” in his flesh and teased her tongue around the weeping letter.
“You’re mine now.” She cooed. “Say it.”
“I’m yours, Princess Kayla.” He repeated and it pleased her greatly.
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