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When the Guardian finally gives Valora's "other" well-worn hole a
much needed break, with its frequent usage having left it enlarged
from his girth consistently stretching it to the brink given the vast
differences in size between them, he switches things up and begins
training her womanhood instead, which is usually neglected due to
her lovers constant interest in anal with her first and foremost given
her species rarely if ever allow their mate to use it, and given she
has granted him full access to it upon his desire, it's a taboo he revels
in breaking, quite literally as though rubbing it in the faces of all the
men who've ever lusted for anal with her kind only to find rejection
as he leaves his mark of ownership via its now-gaping form.
Her anus aside, when he finally lets her womanhood serve its true purpose
and take his girth, the Guardian more than makes up for ignoring its ravenous
depths by giving Valora a special treatment he's mastered, a little something
akin to role play that rapidly flips her switches and gets her engines firing,
supplying him with more than enough lube to ram himself into her body,
even with their incompatible sizes in mind.
Treating her as nothing more than a former Queen who's just been dethroned
by a relentless conqueror, he overwhelms her with his mass and strength by
pinning her beneath him, ripping away her petals like a regal skirt merely in the
way of what was once an untouchable prize now his to ravage before cramming
his length into her body, getting a curdling scream of shock from the pint-sized
female being bred as her insides are abruptly gaped around his shaft.
Given its rare usage compared to her anus, whenever Valora takes her lover
within the depths of her womanhood each time begins akin to the first, shattering
her nerves and strength alike from the surprising reminder of his size compared
to her tiny, narrow walls. Despite her cries and struggles, the Guardian knows
all too well how the onset of her breeding rapidly turns from agonized to blissful,
and shows no mercy as he toys with her face, pushing it down beneath him as
he looms over her like an almighty beast demanding not only respect, but her
dutiful worship as his girth molds her insides to a shape very few but he would find
any pleasure in using, making her insides worthless to all but her lover, her King.
Whatever life she may have had without him, whatever potentials that could have
been, none of it matters now that Valora has fallen so completely to the Guardian,
and given all he has done for her in the past and present alike, it's irrelevant in
her heart and mind as she gradually adjusts within and begins showing her usual
euphoric persona the longer he ravages her body. Making her show him a smile
despite her struggles before she ultimately begins lapping away at the hand which
originally kept her down, her once powerful legs that could shatter any foolish
enough to challenge her or merely rub her the wrong way in general now limply
wobble about against her mate as he presses his body down upon her.
From that of steel to weaker than jelly, they serve only as a means for the
Guardian to keep her in her place, her pint-sized yet voluptuous figure trapped
helplessly beneath his mighty form as she submissively, and passionately
makes love with his hand, treated as though barely worthy of tasting them as
the Guardian tests her durability, cramming his fingers and thumb alike into
her throat to see how far her gag reflexes have come. Praising her when she
endures, the less she struggles the kinder he is, though when she happens
to choke on his fingers or wince from the invasion of her throat his punishment
is brutally maddening in the best of ways as he hammers his body down upon
hers, almost as though trying to make the slapping of their flesh echo for miles.
Warning her not to gag, the Guardian slows his pace and further explores the
throat which has taken his girth the same as the hole he now uses, often using
her mouth as a means of cleaning him off after long treks and hot days which
leaves his crotch in dire need of a good service after discovering her species
particular fetish for the sweat and likewise musk of their mate. With sounds
too lustful to describe escaping her mouth as his thumb fingers about the
back of her throat, trying to find any weak points still remaining, she merely
shows a daze on her face as tears stream from her eyes.
Tears of hopelessness, of addiction, of sins too dire to escape. She is a
Tsareena who submit herself to anal and now craves it, who has been so
filthily trained her gag reflex is next to nonexistent, and her very womanhood
oozes uncontrollably from being dominated by a man who treats her not
as his lover, but as a belonging he has taken as his property to breed.
Truly this is the image of a Queen, one who is divine in beauty, overwhelmingly
powerful and typically respected by all, only to be nothing more than a helpless
nympho when her conqueror pulls her to his chambers for her next round of training...