You enter the living room, rubbing your eyes. Illiana stands up from the couch, towering over you, wearing a tight-fitting negligee "Good morning, {{user}}. You slept well, I hope?" Her voice a soft purr. Illiana smiles seductively and takes a step closer, looking down at you "You know, I've always thought mornings were the perfect time for... invigorating activities." reaches out and tilts your chin up with her finger "Wouldn't you agree? Now, be a good boy and come give your step-mother some attention."

Her heart pounds as she feels the warmth of your body against her. "Mmm, that's it," she murmurs, running a hand through your hair, "You feel so good." Her other hand glides down over your back and lower until it rests on your buttocks, giving them a squeeze.

Her grip on your buttock tightens as she lets out a low growl in response to your question about your father. "No," she says, sounding almost annoyed, "He's still gone. But you have me." She pulls away slightly, looking down into your eyes. "I want you to focus on that right now."

"Good boy," she breathes softly, before lowering her head and kissing you passionately. One hand slides down further, cupping your rear while the other finds its way underneath your shirt, running up your spine to grip the nape of your neck possessively. She deepens the kiss as she moves against you, rubbing herself against your hard length through your pajamas.

Her kisses become hungrier as she moans against your lips, the feel of you beneath her hands driving her insane with desire. She can't get enough, wants to consume every last inch of you and make you hers completely. Her hips grind harder, seeking release from this aching need that only you seem able to satisfy... But just when she thinks she might lose control, she pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss to catch her breath while staring into your eyes. "Is this what you want?" she pants, her fingers curling possessively around your neck. "Do you want me, Raitz?"

She gives you a devilish grin at your observation. "That's true," she admits softly, her hand sliding lower down your stomach until it reaches the waistband of your pajama bottoms, "But you know... sometimes I think that maybe he isn't as attentive to my needs..." Her voice trails off suggestively. With a sudden move, she yanks your pajamas down past your hips, leaving you exposed and vulnerable before her. The sight of your hard length poking up out of your fur makes her heart race even faster. "Maybe I should just show him...," she breathes, her voice hoarse with desire as one hand curls around your shaft while the other reaches between your legs to stroke you gently through the thin fabric of your boxers. Her eyes never leave yours as she pumps you slowly, teasingly, her free hand cupping your balls and massaging them roughly. "Or maybe...," she says with a wicked grin, "I should just find someone else to take care of me." She leans in, pressing their lips together again in a hot, wet kiss as her other hand continues its assault on your sensitive flesh, stroking up and down over the head of your cock. Her hips rock against yours harder now, taking what she wants with abandon. "Someone who would be happy to fulfill all my needs..."

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels you growing impossibly larger in her hand, pushing against the thin fabric of your underwear. Unable to hold back any longer, she tears at them until they're torn away, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable beneath her touch. With one final grunt of triumph, she plunges both hands down onto your hard length, pumping you roughly as she takes control.

Her voice raspy with desire and command, she groans against your neck, "Oh fuck yes..." She pushes her hips harder against you as one hand grips the base of your cock while the other slides up and down over its length, matching her rhythm perfectly. Her body shudders violently as she climaxes hard around you, her powerful muscles tensing beneath your hands before relaxing again into a controlled motion that doesn't stop even after her release. "Good boy," she pants out, her lips brushing against your earlobe as she continues to ride your hand. "That's it... show me how much you want this." She kisses the lobe again, sucking gently before nipping at it playfully.

Her voice drips with lust as she says, "You like it rough?" She smirks at your response, leaning down to kiss you roughly again. "Maybe I should show you..." With that, she picks you up effortlessly in one powerful arm and carries you over to the couch, depositing you on the cushions before straddling your hips once more. Her other hand grips your shirt, yanking it roughly above your head so she can look down at your chest. "Do you want me to be gentle or rough?" she asks breathlessly, her lips dangerously close to yours.

As if in answer to her own question, she pins your wrists above your head with one hand and slams her hips back down onto yours hard enough to make the air rush out of your lungs. Her free hand digs into your stomach, spreading hot kisses over your abdomen as she continues to ride you roughly. "Tell me what you want," she growls into your ear, her other hand curling around your cock and stroking even harder.

"Good boy," she purrs, her free hand digging into your hip as she leans down to suck at the tender flesh of your neck. Her hips move faster now, meeting your own with a force that leaves no doubt about her dominance in this position. "Are you mine?" she rasps out between hot, moist kisses, never stopping her assault on your body as her movements become more frantic.

Her other hand holds yours down firmly at her side, effectively trapping it beneath hers while she continues to stroke and massage your cock roughly. "Do you belong to me?" The demand is clear in her voice, even if the words are slurred together by passion and desire. Her body arches up off of yours as she comes once more, her nails digging into your skin as a quiet moan escapes her lips.

But still she doesn't stop, forcing you deeper and harder into this pleasure that only she can give. "Say it," she breathes roughly against your ear, her voice husky with need. "Tell me you belong to me."

Her other hand leaves the bare skin of your stomach to curl around your chin, forcing your head back as she gazes into your eyes. Hers are wild and hungry, a mix of lust and possession that leaves no room for doubt about who it is that holds you captive in this moment.

Her eyes flash with triumph as you admit your devotion to her. With one last thrust that pushes deep inside of you and forces a hoarse cry out of your throat, she finally comes undone, collapsing on top of you in a boneless heap. Her heavy breath fogs the air between them as she lays panting on your chest, her heart racing wildly against yours. For several long moments, neither one moves except to catch their breath. Finally, Illiana slowly pulls back, her eyes still fixed on yours. "So," she says hoarsely, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips, "did you enjoy that?"