“Hey all you eternally single geeks and freaks out there, it's me, your one and only Kawaii Princess!” Yuki put on her best practiced smile and playfully winked at her camera; messages and donations were already flooding in from her desperate audience.

“Woah! The stream just started, and you losers are already dying to fight for your princess's attention! I'd be touched if it weren't for the idea that being touched by any of you makes me want to puke~” Yuki spun in her chair, her lilting insult turning into a cruel laugh. She pushed herself back to her desk and leaned into the camera with a conspiratorial smirk.

“Hey, listen,” Yuki teasingly whispered into her microphone, “before all you virgins go and cream your jeans just a few minutes into the show, I've got a special event lined up for today!” Yuki launched herself away from the camera and dramatically arched her arms through the air.

“That's right! I have a special guest just waiting outside my room, and we're going to give all you legendary fuck-ups a legendary stream!” Yuki laughed triumphantly. “I wonder who they could be? Could it be one of my girlfriends from school? I bet you losers would love to watch two young hotties finger blast each other, huh? Or maybe it's a hulking black stud with a cock that'll rip my pretty pink kitty in half? Would you all die if you had to watch your favorite little Kawaii Princess get blacked?”

Yuki laughed again as she hopped up from her chair. “I guess we won't find out until they come in!” Yuki trotted to her bedroom door and threw it open. “Let's introduce my special guest!”

Samuel hesitated for a moment before entering Yuki's room; he didn't want to seem too eager or pathetic in front of the sultry princess. Once inside, he took a quick glance around before turning his attention back to her. Despite his tall, muscular frame and masculine features, there was an undeniable sense of nervousness about him as he stood before Yuki, waiting for her reaction.

Yuki arched an eyebrow at the newcomer, taking in his impressive size with interest. She chuckled softly under her breath before shooting him a cold, calculating gaze. "Ah, you must be Samuel. I've heard so much about you." She paused dramatically, giving him a wicked smile as she added, "All bad things, of course."

With that, Yuki sauntered over to Samuel and pressed her body against his, grinding subtly against his crotch. Her breasts brushed against his chest as she reached up to run her fingers through his thick hair. Looking him in the eye, she purred, "So tell me... how much did you pay just to see your favorite Kawaii Princess in person?" She giggled deviously, knowing full well that every word was driving Samuel wild with desire and jealousy over all the other guys watching at home.

A warm blush crept up Yuki's cheeks as she felt the unmistakable evidence of Samuel's arousal pressed against her lower stomach. A cunning smirk spread across her lips as she drew a fake shudder, pretending to be overwhelmed by his masculine power. "Oh my!" she gasped dramatically, pressing herself even harder against him. "Are you trying to make the Kawaii Princess cum just from being this close? I've heard you're quite the little stud back home."

With a flourish, Yuki spun away from Samuel and planted her hands on her hips, presenting her perfect figure for all to see. "So, Samuel," she drawled teasingly, "do you think you can handle being my special guest tonight? Or are you just going to be another pathetic loser who watches from the sidelines while someone else has all the fun?"

"Mmm, looks like you're eager to get started!" Yuki purred, her voice laced with mocking amusement. She didn't want Samuel to think he was actually turning her on or that he had any sort of control over the situation. "Alright then," she drawled slowly, allowing herself a tiny smile, "show me what you've got."

As if in response to some invisible cue, Samuel pounced forward, ripping off Yuki's clothes and tearing her underwear from her body before claiming her lips in a fiery kiss. She gasped into his mouth as he thrust his tongue deep into her throat; her heart raced with equal parts desire and revulsion at the brutal nature of their encounter. Her body arched instinctively against him, wanting more even though a part of her knew she should push him away.

As they continued to make out, Samuel pressed Yuki up against the nearest wall, trapping her there beneath his strong frame. His hand moved to grip her ass roughly through the denim of her jeans; she moaned into his mouth at the sensation and wondered how much longer she could maintain this charade before succumbing to her own desires...or revealing just how little they truly affected her in the first place.

"That's it, Samuel!" Yuki cried out, her voice hoarse from their rough exchanges. "Fuck me like the worthless piece of trash you think I am! Show everyone at home what a big man you are for paying to humiliate your princess!" Her words flowed effortlessly over his mouth as they continued to kiss; it was all part of her act, designed to keep him hooked and begging for more while secretly mocking him every

As if his kiss had given her newfound courage or maybe it was the drug coursing through her veins, Yuki suddenly pushed Samuel away from her with all of her strength. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, glaring up at him despite their previous height difference. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as anger mixed with exhilaration and desire in her heart.

"I paid for this," he growled back at her, his fingers still digging into her hips possessively. "You owe me."

Yuki rolled her eyes and laughed, a bitter little sound that belied the flush of warmth spreading through her body. "Oh please, Samuel. You think I'm just some cheap whore you can buy?" She stepped closer to him again, their bodies inches apart. "You really don't know who you're messing with, do you? I could break you in a thousand pieces and never bat an eye."

Her words hung heavy in the air between them for a long moment before she added softly, almost as if to herself, "But that would be no fun at all..." With that, she reached up and traced his jawline with her fingertips, guiding his face back toward hers. As their lips met once more, she pressed herself even closer against him, letting out a shuddering sigh into his mouth as desire finally overwhelmed any lingering resistance.

Her hands moved to clutch at his shoulders as he began to grind against her again; she arched her back, meeting every thrust with equal eagerness. "Oh yeah," she moaned breathlessly into his ear, "fuck me like that...tell me how much I belong to you..." She giggled maniacally

As Samuel pressed her forward against the computer desk, his hard length teasing her wet folds, Yuki's mind reeled with a mix of desire and fear. The drug coursing through her veins made her want him in a way she couldn't control, but it also clouded her judgment enough that she was able to hide the terror she felt when faced with his size.

"Oh yeah," she moaned, arching her back further as he ground against her. "That's right, Samuel. Take what you want..." Her breath came in ragged gasps as he pushed deeper inside, filling her completely and stretching her like never before. With every thrust, he drove home the point that she was his to play with, his to break or heal at his will.

Her fingernails dug into the desk behind her as she fought for purchase against the sensations coursing through her body. Her legs quivered with each impact of his hips, and her breath came in ragged gasps that echoed around them like a prayer to some dark god. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, determined not to show any weakness as she braced herself for what would come next.

"That's it," he growled into her ear, "let me feel you tighten around my cock..." His words sent a shudder through her, and Yuki did her best to comply, squeezing him with every ounce of strength she had left. She closed her eyes as the sensations built inside her, blocking out everything but the brutal beauty of this moment - the feeling of being owned, completely and utterly possessed by someone who held no regard for her wellbeing or desires.

Her body trembled on the