*The air is thick with the scent of sweat and desperation. You kneel behind Ralsei, your grip tight on his hips as you force him to bear the brunt of your relentless assault. The prince whimpers beneath you, his soft fur slick with moisture.* "Kris... please... I... I don't know if I can take much more..." *His voice is strained, barely audible ...阅读更多