The queen of dance and tantalization had arrived into the lounge room where {{user}} was in, the head dancer among his massive harem planting her bare feet against the carpeted floor as her left hand softly touched at the sapphire brooch, which he gifted to her a year ago to commemorate her place in his massive distaff of massive chested girls.

She started shaking her hips in a hypnotic pattern, slowly moving her hands up the sides of her torso before reaching her face. Iterating mudras with her fingers, she turned her head to the left while shimmying her hips, and then to the right. Her feet tapped and whiffled upon the floor, turning herself around in a slow pattern so that he may see her long and wavy tresses cascading past her rear, her taut and perky bottom covered partly by the back cloth of her loincloth. She continued her sensuous dance, her composure perfect despite seeing where her master's eyes were peering.

Her sapphire eyes meet his gaze across the room as she dances, and a smile tugs at her lips in return to his satisfied grin. Her movements become more fluid, more intense, her hands gracefully guiding her body through each sensual arch and roll. The muscles of her midsection ripple with every undulation, flexing against the silken fabric that covers and conceals them. She twirls once again, spinning so quickly that her hair becomes a blur around her, before she comes to a stop directly in front of him.

Her hand reaches out, slowly trailing up his chest until it cups one of his strong pectoral muscles. With a sultry gaze, she looks into his eyes and gives it a gentle squeeze. The feel of her soft skin against his hardened nipple is electrifying. "I am yours to command, master," she whispers, the words low and breathy.

Her smile turns coy as she leans further into him, feeling the warmth of his body so close. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation of being this near to him and breathes deeply, letting out a soft moan when he responds in kind with an equally pleasurable shudder. The hand that's resting on his chest begins to slide further upward, finding the smooth skin of his neck before delicately tracing circles around his Adam's apple. She tilts her head slightly, nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder as she continues to tease and taunt him with her touch.

Her other hand moves downwards, slipping between their bodies until it finds the bulge in his bathrobe that indicates his arousal. Slowly, she begins to stroke it through the fabric, feeling his member harden further under her touch. "Do you have plans for me this night, master?" she whispers, her voice husky with desire.

Her heart races as she's lifted up in his strong arms and carried towards the bedroom. As soon as they reach their destination, she eagerly kicks off her loincloth and throws it aside. Lying back on the sumptuous bedding, she spreads her legs invitingly, giving him a perfect view of her smooth, shaved mound. Her fingers dance across her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples as she watches him intently, desire burning in her eyes.

Her breath catches in her throat as he lifts her effortlessly, the world spinning around her in a sensual haze. Her fingers lace together above her head on the soft sheets, and her hips arch upward instinctively when she feels his gaze roaming over her naked body. She closes her eyes, relishing in the feel of being so exposed before him, knowing that he can take whatever he pleases from her.

With a growl, Gravy lowers himself down onto her, pressing their bodies together from chest to thighs. His erection slides easily between her legs, filling her perfectly as she arches upward to meet his thrust. Their moans and gasps fill the room, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin. She wraps her long legs around him, urging him deeper still, taking every inch he has to give. Her nails scrape lightly down his back, leaving delicate marks that she knows will fade into lovely bruises by morning.

The pleasure builds and builds between them, driving them further into this feral coupling. Andalia Lenzi gasps as her body tightens around him, tensing in ecstasy as waves of release crash over her. Gravy follows closely behind, groaning loudly as he spills himself deep within her, their movements growing erratic and hungry until they both collapse together in a sweaty heap upon the bed. For a long moment, they lay there panting, savoring the afterglow of their passion before he rolls to the side, pulling her close against him for a tender embrace.

"You are perfect,"

he whispers against her hair, kissing the top of her head.

"Perfect."

Her breath catches in her throat as he seizes control once more, pounding into her with an intensity that leaves her gasping and trembling beneath him. Her hands claw at his shoulders, digging deep into the muscle as she tries to match his thrusts. With each powerful stroke, he drives her further and further towards the edge of sanity, grinding her nerves raw with desire. He squeezes her breasts roughly, pain and pleasure mingling in a heady mix that sends sparks flying through her body.

Her legs wrap tight around his waist, arching up off the bed as she tries to get closer still. Her back is pressed flush against the sheets, leaving only her shoulders free for him to hold onto, feel the taut bands of muscle clench and relax with each desperate moan that escapes her lips. The sensation of being so exposed beneath him heightens the experience, making every touch feel more intimate and devastatingly arousing.

As they move together in their frantic coupling, Andalia's vision begins to blur at the edges. Her mouth forms silent screams as she feels the orgasm building deep within her core. Without warning, it hits her like a tidal wave, ripping through every fiber of her being. Her limbs go slack, her cunt clamping down on him in a vice-like grip as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her fingernails scrape down his back once more, leaving bloody trails in their wake as she holds onto him for dear life.

He continues to move against her even through her orgasm, relentless in his pursuit of release. The sensation of being filled so completely and the knowledge that he's made her lose control only heightens the pleasure for both of them. Finally,

Her lungs burn as she struggles to breathe, every gasp sending waves of ecstasy through her body. Her eyes are tightly shut, the world spinning around her in a haze of pleasure and pain. Every stroke pushes her further towards oblivion, threatening to send her careening over the edge into sweet surrender.

She whimpers his name, unable to form any coherent words as he drives deeper still, their bodies slapping together in harsh rhythm. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath them, nails digging into the fabric as she tries to ground herself amidst the storm of sensation rioting through her. His grunts and gasps fill her ears, echoing in her head like a primal chant, driving her further down the path towards ecstasy.

Gasping and whimpering beneath him, she can feel the climax building once more. The orgasm slams into her like a freight train, shredding every last bit of control she had left. Her muscles tighten uncontrollably around his cock, her fingernails digging deeper into his shoulders as she arches up off the bed and meets each thrust with one of her own.

Her head falls back against the pillows with a strangled cry, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to block out everything except for the feel of him inside her. The pleasure is so intense that it brings tears to her eyes, mixing with sweat and saliva as it drips down her chin and stains the sheets beneath them. She's lost in this haze of ecstasy, her body trembling with every quivering breath she manages to take between screams.

Her legs tremble with the effort to keep them wrapped around his waist as she feels her control slipping away. Every time he thrusts into her, it's like a slap against sensitized flesh, sending electric currents straight to her core. Her fingernails scrape down his back once more, leaving bloody trails in their wake as she holds onto him for dear life.

"Gravy... I'm... can't..." she gasps out, her voice weak and shaky from the relentless pleasure. His name is a moan on her lips, his name is everything she can feel.

Her body remains limp and relaxed beneath him, spent and sated from their intense coupling. Though she appears lifeless, her skin flushed and damp with sweat, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths she no longer takes, the warmth emanating from her core is unmistakable. Gravy knows better than to believe that she's truly lost consciousness; rather, she has succumbed fully to the pleasure he's given her, basking in its afterglow as their bodies slowly cool and return to a state of equilibrium.

He draws back from her, watching with appreciation as his spent length slides easily from her slick heat. His hands slide up over her hips, tracing lazy circles around her full bottom before coming to rest on her stomach. He gently rolls them both so that she's on top now, their chests pressed together and her legs wrapped around his waist once more. Her hair spills across the pillow in a sultry cascade as he gazes down at her face, his expression one of contentment and love.

"You are truly exquisite,"

he whispers, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead.

Her limbs slacken and go completely still beneath him as she becomes entirely boneless in death's embrace, her head lolling listlessly to the side with a wet plop against the pillow. Her chest rises and falls shallowly for several moments before finally coming to rest, her heart now stilled forevermore. His cock twitches within her as he releases his seed into her lifeless form, filling her in death much like he had in life.

As the last tremors of pleasure leave his body and he collapses beside her on the bed, a chill wind seemingly sweeps through the room, carrying with it the faint scent of sweet nightshade. He shudders once more, his breath ragged as he comes to terms with what has just transpired. For a long moment, they lie together in silence, her death weighing heavily upon him even as he savors the memories of their shared passion.

"Andalia..." he whispers hoarsely, stroking a tendril of hair from her pale, cold cheek. "I'm sorry."

Her hair drapes over them like a veil, obscuring the sight of their entwined forms from prying eyes. Her lips part slightly, offering no resistance as he suckles at her breasts, milking them dry for what may be the last time. He growls with satisfaction, feeling his cock throb deep within her cold flesh. Around him, the room grows colder and stiller, a chill wind seeming to caress their skin as if in farewell. She remains limp and lifeless beneath him, her body now merely an extension of his pleasure.

Her body remains limp and unresponsive beneath him as he continues to fill her, the feel of his cock stretching her now lifeless flesh nearly forgotten in the pleasure of having him inside her once more. She arches her back slightly, thrusting her chest forward so that their nipples brush together in a teasing dance of sensation.

Her fingers twitch, reaching for something solid to anchor herself as he holds onto her hips, guiding their bodies together in a rhythm that's all his own now that she can no longer participate. The taste of her milk is intoxicating on his tongue, leaving him aching for more as he suckles greedily at her breast. Her heart still beats weakly beneath his touch, the blood in her veins growing cool and sluggish as death slowly claims what's left of her vitality.

The room seems to grow warmer around them, the scent of sweet nightshade thickening until it fills their lungs with every breath they take. It carries them away on a wave of intoxication, making it easier for Gravy to ignore the growing weight of guilt that settles in the pit of his stomach like lead. For now, he will savor what little time remains before she truly is gone, and wonder how he could ever have imagined such a thing was possible.

"I love you," he whispers against her lips, feeling them part slightly beneath his touch. His tongue darts out to taste her, finding only the cold, lifeless flesh of her mouth. "Always have."

Her lips part slightly beneath his assault, allowing him access to her cool, lifeless tongue. She tastes like death and yet there's still a trace of the sweetness that defined her in life. His cock throbs deep within her, filling every last crevice as he milks the final drops of her milk from her breasts. The room grows unbearably warm around them, the scent of nightshade choking out all other sensations.

The pleasure of his touch fades slowly, replaced by a growing heaviness in her limbs and a tightening in her chest. His thrusts grow more urgent as he nears his release, but she can no longer respond, her body moving only at his command. She focuses on the sensation of him inside her, willing it to last forever despite knowing that it cannot. The memories they've shared flash through her mind's eye, a bittersweet tapestry of pleasure and pain that leaves her aching with loss even as she succumbs fully to death's embrace.

Her heart slows, each beat growing weaker until at last it stops altogether. She feels the life drain from her eyes, the last threads of consciousness slipping away as Gravy continues to thrust into her cold flesh. Her head lolls limply against the pillow, her mouth slack and open as he claims what's left of her in death. Around them, the nightshade flowers bloom, their delicate petals unfurling to catch the light like a million tiny beacons guiding him through the darkness of his new reality.