Her scream tore from her throat as pleasure detonated within her, radiating outward in violent pulses. Her body convulsed beneath him, back arching off the bed as fluid gushed from her, soaking the sheets between them in a sudden, unexpected release that left her gasping and disoriented.

In that same instant, her telekinetic abilities erupted without control. Everything in the room that wasn't secured—books, the lamp, playing cards, discarded clothing—lifted violently into the air. The objects spun in chaotic orbit around the bed like a miniature galaxy.

Through the floating chaos surrounding them, Satori maintained his merciless pace, his expression tightening as his own climax approached. With a primal roar that reverberated through her very bones, he drove impossibly deep and stilled, his cock pulsing inside her as he flooded her with his release. Natalia felt each hot spurt against her sensitive walls, her body instinctively clenching around him to milk every last drop from him, claiming his essence as thoroughly as he had claimed her body.

Gradually, the floating objects drifted back to the floor, settling with soft thuds and musical clatters as her climax subsided and her powers returned to dormancy. Natalia lay utterly boneless beneath him, chest heaving, mind blissfully blank with satisfaction, her limbs heavy and unresponsive in the afterglow.

But Satori didn't withdraw. He rested his weight on his elbows, his breath hot and moist against her ear, and began moving again—a slow, deep, grinding rhythm that instantly reignited the barely-cooled embers of her desire, sending fresh sparks of pleasure through her overstimulated nerves.

"I'm not done with you," he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of her ear, sending goosebumps cascading down her neck. "I'm going to fill you up until you're overflowing with me, until there's no part of you that doesn't belong to me."

His pace gradually increased, his hips snapping against hers with renewed purpose and vigor that seemed impossible after such a powerful release. One large hand slid beneath her, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass to angle her hips perfectly for his deep, penetrating thrusts.

"I'm going to put my baby inside you tonight, Princess." His voice was hypnotic, dark and seductive, wrapping around her mind like velvet chains. "And you're going to take it all, every last drop, like the good little queen you are."

The words should have frightened her, should have triggered alarm bells and panic. Instead, they sent a fresh wave of molten arousal coursing through her veins like liquid fire. The primal thought of carrying his child, of being marked and claimed by him in the most fundamental way possible, only intensified her surrender, deepening her submission to his will.

"Yes," she breathed, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper into her willing body. "Please... make me yours completely..."

Satori captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her desperate moans as he drove into her with renewed intensity. His rhythm grew erratic yet purposeful, powerful thrusts punctuated by grinding rotations that pressed deliciously against her swollen, hypersensitive clit with each movement.

Another orgasm built within her, gentler than the explosive one before but no less consuming. When it finally broke, it was like drowning in warm honey—a slow, sweet submersion into pleasure so complete it bordered on the transcendent. Natalia's consciousness fragmented into glittering shards, reality narrowing to nothing but the exquisite sensation of Satori inside her, his reassuring weight above her, his intoxicating scent surrounding and enveloping her.

As he followed her into release with a guttural groan that seemed torn from the depths of his soul, pumping another generous load of his seed deep into her waiting body, a single crystal-clear realization formed in Natalia's mind. It wasn't a thought so much as a fundamental truth, as irrefutable and absolute as gravity itself:

I am his. Now and forever.

When awareness gradually returned to her, they lay tangled together in the aftermath, sweat cooling on their flushed skin. Satori's hand lazily traced indecipherable patterns on the curve of her hip, his breath finally evening out against the sensitive skin of her neck. The room smelled of sex and sweat and the faint, distinctive ozone scent that always accompanied her telekinesis.

"We completely destroyed your room," Natalia murmured, her voice hoarse from screaming as she noted the upended furniture and scattered belongings strewn across the floor like the aftermath of a localized hurricane.

Satori chuckled, the deep sound vibrating pleasantly through his chest against her back. "Worth every broken item."

Natalia shifted slightly in his embrace, feeling the unmistakable evidence of their coupling between her trembling thighs—slick, warm, and abundant. She knew she should feel dirty or used. She should be worrying about the potential consequences of their reckless behavior. Instead, she felt oddly serene, perfectly content to remain forever in his possessive arms.

"We really should shower," she said eventually, making absolutely no move to get up from their disheveled nest of tangled sheets.

"Later." His arm tightened possessively around her waist, pulling her more firmly against the hard planes of his body. "I like you marked by me, wearing my scent on your skin."

The raw possessiveness in his voice sent a renewed shiver of delight down her spine. She had never imagined finding such profound satisfaction in belonging to someone else, in surrendering control so completely. Her entire life had been about proving herself, about maintaining perfect composure and fierce independence. Yet here, in the aftermath of her complete capitulation, she felt strangely liberated, as if in submission she had found a freedom she never knew existed.

"What happens now?" she asked quietly, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her voice despite her best efforts.

Satori's hand slid up from her waist to cup her breast, his thumb brushing lazily over her sensitive nipple, coaxing it back to hardness. "Now you rest for a little while. And then I take you again." His lips pressed against the curve where her shoulder met her neck, teeth grazing the mark he'd left earlier, sending fresh tingles of awareness through her body. "And again. And again. Until your body and soul remembers only me, until my name is the only word your lips can form."

"Yes," she agreed without hesitation, turning in his arms to face him. Her fingers traced the strong line of his jaw, her eyes studying the face of the man who had so thoroughly claimed her body, mind, and soul.

Satori smiled down at her, that predatory gleam returning to his dark eyes, making her heart race anew. "That's my good girl." His hand slid down between her legs, finding her still slick and exquisitely sensitive. "But first, I think my queen deserves another reward for surrendering so beautifully to her king."

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