Natalia's world narrowed to the sensation of Satori's hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back as he positioned himself behind her. Heat consumed her from within, the pill amplifying every touch, every breath against her skin. Her body trembled with need, core aching and empty.

"Who do you belong to, Princess?" His voice rumbled against her ear, sending shivers cascading down her spine.

"You," she gasped, barely recognizing her own voice, raw and desperate. "I belong to you..."

Satori's grip tightened, his other hand digging into the flesh of her hip as he guided himself to her entrance. The first push stole her breath—a slow, inexorable pressure that stretched her beyond what she thought possible.

"Oh my g—" Her words dissolved into a broken cry as he seated himself fully inside her. The sensation was overwhelming—too much and not enough simultaneously. She felt split open, claimed, her body yielding to accommodate his size.

Satori paused, allowing her that single moment to adjust before he withdrew almost completely and slammed back in with savage force.

"Aahhnn!" Natalia cried out, fingers clawing at the sheets. "It's so big!"

He set a merciless pace, each thrust driving her forward on the mattress. The wet sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, punctuated by her gasps and his low grunts. Natalia glanced sideways, catching their reflection in the darkened window—her body rocking forward with each impact, breasts swaying heavily, her perfect ass jiggling with each powerful connection of their bodies.

"You like that?" Satori growled, hand sliding from her hip to crack against her ass. The sting bloomed across her skin, pleasure and pain mingling until she couldn't separate them.

"Yes," she moaned, abandoning dignity completely. "Harder... please, Satori... fuck me harder!"

He obliged, driving into her with punishing force. His fingers dug into her flesh hard enough to leave marks—brands that would linger on her skin, reminders of her surrender. The pressure built low in her belly, a coiling tension winding tighter with each brutal thrust.

"That's it," he panted. "Take it all. Every. Fucking. Inch."

Something inside Natalia snapped. Pleasure crashed through her in a violent wave, her inner walls clenching around him as she cried out. Her concentration fractured, telekinetic energy flaring uncontrolled. A pen on the nightstand levitated briefly before clattering back down, the sound barely registering through her orgasmic haze.

Satori didn't slow. If anything, her climax spurred him on, his pace becoming more savage, more demanding. Just as the aftershocks began to fade, he suddenly withdrew completely. The loss of him left her empty and wanting, a whimper escaping her lips as she collapsed onto the sheets.

"Not yet. You haven't earned it." His voice cut through her daze. "Get on top of me. Ride your king."

Natalia turned, limbs shaking with exhaustion and need. Satori lay back against the pillows, cock glistening with evidence of her arousal, his expression one of dark command. This wasn't her taking control; this was another test of her submission.

She crawled toward him, straddling his hips with trembling thighs. Looking down at him—at the hard planes of his chest, the hunger in his eyes, the impressive length jutting upward—reality flickered through her lust-fogged mind. This was Satori. Her stepbrother. The boy she'd once despised. Now transformed into this man who commanded her body like he'd been born to it.

"What are you waiting for?" He smirked, hands coming to rest on her hips. "Show me how badly you want it."

Natalia positioned herself above him, lowering slowly until the head of his cock pressed against her entrance. With a shuddering breath, she sank down, taking him inch by agonizing inch until he was fully sheathed inside her.

"Hnnnngggh... it's so deep," she moaned, head falling back as she adjusted to the new angle. He reached places inside her she hadn't known existed, pressing against spots that made her vision blur.

Satori's hands guided her hips, establishing a rhythm. "Move for me, Princess. Show me what a good little queen you can be."

Natalia began to ride him, thighs burning with effort as she lifted and lowered herself on his length. Her breasts bounced with each movement, slick with sweat and flushed pink with arousal. Satori watched her with hooded eyes, his expression a mixture of lust and something darker, more possessive.

His hand came up suddenly, fingers finding her nipple and pinching cruelly. Natalia cried out, her rhythm faltering as pleasure-pain radiated from her breast.

"Don't stop," he commanded, twisting slightly.

She obeyed, forcing her body to keep moving despite the overwhelming sensations. Her head swam, consciousness narrowing to the points where their bodies connected—his cock inside her, his fingers on her breast, his other hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

Just as another climax began building, Satori sat up abruptly. In one explosive movement, he grabbed her and flipped their positions, slamming her onto her back. The headboard cracked against the wall with the force of it. He pinned her wrists above her head with one large hand, the other hooking beneath her knee to spread her wider.

"This is what you need, isn't it?" he snarled, driving into her with renewed vigor. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her core. "To be held down and fucked until you can't remember your own name?"

"Yes," Natalia gasped, her voice a broken whisper. Her fingernails clawed desperately at his restraining grip, not to escape but to ground herself against the overwhelming sensations threatening to sweep her consciousness away entirely.

"You feel that, Princess?" His voice was rough, strained with his own building release. Sweat glistened on his forehead as he loomed over her, his eyes never leaving hers. "That's me, inside you. Where I belong. Every inch. You're taking every inch of my cock."

A new sensation began building deep inside her, different from her previous orgasms—more intense, more frightening. A tightening pressure mounted at her very core, expanding outward like a supernova waiting to detonate. Her eyes widened in confusion and alarm.

"Satori, I-I think... I'm gonna—" The words died in her throat as the unfamiliar feeling intensified beyond her ability to articulate. Her entire body trembled beneath him, poised on the edge of something terrifying and glorious.

He grinned down at her, a predatory flash of teeth in the dim light, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction at her overwhelmed state. "Let go."

He pulled back and slammed into her one final time, hitting something deep inside that made white light explode behind her eyes. The pressure inside her shattered like a dam breaking, the floodgates of pleasure bursting open as her world disintegrated into pure, electric sensation.

"SATORIIIIII!"

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