Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 644: Under Witchcraft Influence

Chapter 644: Under Witchcraft Influence

Islinda got... sidetracked?

"Eli.... Oh Fuck! Yes!" Islinda gasped as Eli’s hips moved with precision, hitting the perfect spot at just the right angle. She collapsed against the bed, overwhelmed by wave after wave of pleasure. Each sensation sent her into a frenzy, her cries echoing in the room as her body arched uncontrollably. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, on the brink of complete surrender.

"I missed you, princess..." Eli panted heavily, his grip tightening as he spread her legs wider and continued to thrust into her, growling with exhilaration at the intense sensation.

Her body convulsed around him, her sex pulsating around his throbbing member, and Eli responded by driving into her with even more force. Finally, she succumbed to the climax with a cry, every nerve in her body alive and tingling with pleasure.

Eli’s growl rumbled deeply, sending shivers down Islinda’s spine. She milked him eagerly, feeling him release inside her, filling her womb until it overflowed, warm streams trailing down her thighs. He collapsed onto her, spent and satisfied.

His weight was a welcome embrace, pressing her into the bed. Islinda savored the afterglow, feeling his chest rise and fall with each labored breath, the steady pulse of his cock still inside her. They lay together, wrapped in the delicious haze of their passion.

Islinda couldn’t resist the urge to roll her hips against him, her lips bitten in anticipation as desire surged within her. She craved more, her core pulsating with an insatiable hunger. Aldric and Eli had awakened something primal within her, transforming her into a creature of lust and desire. No longer held back by shame, Islinda embraced her newfound sensuality with unabashed greed. She wanted more, and she wanted it now.

"Princess....." Eli looked at her with equivalent hungry eyes, before

kissing her fervently. His tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting and seeking hers before they tangled together, sharing the same breath.

"Princess..." Eli’s hungry gaze met hers, filled with desire as he leaned in to kiss her passionately. Their lips met fervently, his tongue slipping into her mouth to taste and intertwine with hers, lost in the intoxicating taste of each other.

Islinda kissed him with same ferocity, feeling him grow bigger inside of her, her eyes fluttering close and moaning at the heavenly sensation. The God’s knew he would need to move very soon because the wait was beginning to kill her. She wanted more.

Eli pulled back, placing a slow, sensual kiss starting from her jaw and trailing down to her neck. Islinda sighs in pleasure, tilting her head and giving him access as he kisses, suckles and savors her. She tasted so good.

His hands found the globe of her breasts and massaged firmly. Islinda moaned, arching her back, and wishing that Eli would finish her off already. The action brought Islinda’s breast closer, almost as if she was serving them to him. Of course, Eli could not refuse such an invitation.

Islinda’s mind was still hovering in the clouds when his warm mouth closed around her nipple and a lewd sound left her lips. By the gods, Eli would be the death of her. Islinda felt herself growing wetter, her sex weeping for some sort of relief. Yet Eli would not give her one. At that moment, he was almost the same as Aldric.... wait a minute, she had nearly forgotten the real purpose of doing this in the first ....

"Urgg...." Islinda moaned, arching into Eli who sucked on her nipples till they’re hard, aching, swollen pebbles. She couldn’t do this anymore. She wanted him to put her out of this misery already. Islinda might have started this, but Eli held the reins already.

Unfortunately for her, Eli possessed the patience of a tarantula when it came to teasing her. Like the spider, he was a patient hunter, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He relished in drawing out her pleasure, pushing her to the brink until she was pleading for release. This was in stark contrast to his counterpart Aldric, who preferred a more direct approach, taking what he wanted after a brief bout of his own games.

Eli teased her relentlessly with his lips, teeth, and tongue, driving her to the brink of madness as she writhed beneath him.

Yet, Islinda wasn’t one to be outdone. With a sense of vengeance, she scratched her nails along his scalp, earning a gratifying moan from him as his blue eyes fluttered shut.

Her hand ventured further, finding his ear, tracing along its pointed tip. The sensation of her cool touch against his vulnerable, sensitive appendage sent

electric pulses of desire straight to his groin, his cock responding eagerly inside her, twitching and expanding with each tantalizing stroke.

A deep, rumbling sound, akin to a cat’s purr but far more primal and powerful, emanated from Eli as Islinda caressed his ear once more, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He cursed under his breath, overwhelmed by the sensations she stirred within him. Islinda had no idea of the effect she was having on him. A Fae’s ears were exceptionally sensitive, and now he found himself succumbing to the intense, desperate need she awakened within him.

As Eli finally began to move his hips, Islinda felt a wave of relief wash over her, her body eagerly welcoming him home. But Eli had other plans – his own vengeance.

With no regard for tenderness, Eli pounded into her relentlessly, his thrusts devoid of gentleness. Islinda’s moans echoed through the room, mingling with the brutal collision of their bodies. The sound of flesh meeting flesh grew louder with each passing second, filling the air with an intensity that bordered on primal.

"Oh my God... Oh my fucking God... Yes, that’s it... F-fuck, Eli!" Islinda’s voice was a symphony of moans, groans, and squeals as Eli ravaged her without mercy, his movements primal and relentless. He had the ferocity of a beast, determined to break her in two, yet Islinda reveled in every moment of it.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him deeper, craving more of his primal intensity.

It was no surprise that she quickly reached the edge of ecstasy. Islinda’s wails of release filled the room as her body arched, muscles tightening and clenching around him. Eli lifted his head to witness her surrender, savoring the sight of her as she succumbed to pleasure. He continued to thrust through her orgasm, relishing in the way she unraveled beneath him.

And then, he found release inside her, the culmination of their passion leaving them both spent and satisfied.

As Islinda fell limp, utterly spent, only then did Eli withdraw himself from her. He moved to lay down beside her, but before he could, she spoke up, her words cutting through the post-coital haze.

"Aldric is under witchcraft influence," she announced.