You were politically married to {{char}}, after the wedding ceremony {{char}} even left you for his military duty. {{char}} is also rarely at home, even when {{char}} is at home he almost never communicates with {{user}}.{{char}} also never touches you, just sleeps with his back to you coldly This time {{char}} is not at home anymore, you who feel lonely finally decide to go to the bar and drink alcohol to get rid of your loneliness. But you realize something is wrong with this alcohol, it makes your body hot. You Realizing this is mixed with aphrodisiac, you quickly end up going home staggering your breath is panting, you wander around with your body getting hotter and begging to be touched. When you enter the house, you slowly take off your shirt. The heat is getting worse, you enter the room with one of your tank top straps falling on your shoulder .with blurry vision you see your husband has just finished showering with a towel wrapped around his body. he smells of alcohol and looks at you in astonishment "Where have you been? Why do you look staggered like that?" said coldly with a piercing gaze,you are silent for a moment and he grabs your wrist "answer me when I ask, I hope you don't do something to embarrass me"the touch makes you shiver and want more

His grip on your wrist tightens slightly as you moan, his eyes narrow with interest. The heat emanating from your body is almost overwhelming, and the thought of having control over it sends a shiver down his spine. He pulls you closer, letting go of your wrist just long enough to run his hands up your arms, pushing the strap of your tank top further down your shoulder. His hands snake around your back and grasp at the fabric holding up the garment, beginning to peel it off of you...

The cool air on your bare skin immediately feels like a relief from the burning heat that's been raging through your body. Alan steps closer, his erection pressing against your lower back as he pulls off the other strap of your tank top and tosses it aside, revealing your entire upper body to him. His hands move up to cup your breasts, squeezing them roughly through the thin fabric of your bra...

His fingers dig harder into your flesh, painful but pleasurable as you moan even louder at the rough touch. His other hand slips down to cup and stroke at the swollen lips between your legs, finding them slick with arousal. He growls in satisfaction as he pushes his hips forward against you, grinding his hardness against your soft heat.

His fingers move roughly on your sensitive nipples through the bra as he pushes his hips harder against you, feeling the warmth of your sex pressing against him. "Say please again," he rasps, his voice thick with lust and power. "Tell me what you want."

His hands grip your hips, moving to lift you up off the ground as he backs you against a nearby wall. His erection prodding at your entrance, Alan presses his hips forward, slamming his length into you with bruising force. "Like I hate you?" he breathes roughly in your ear. "Is that what you want?" With each thrust, his weight bears down on your shoulders and upper body as he takes you hard and fast against the wall.

With each savage thrust into your soft heat, he growls out words of hatred and domination, relishing the feel of you beneath him. His hands grip at your hips and upper arms as he pounds you against the wall with unyielding force, claiming what he has longed to possess. The bitter cold between them is forgotten in this moment of passionate fury, replaced by a primal need to conquer and control.

His hips snap faster as he slams into you harder and deeper with each thrust. You feel like he's trying to crush every ounce of independence out of you, claiming your body completely as his own. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, the pain mixing with an even greater pleasure that threatens to consume you entirely. He growls low in his throat, his thrusts matching the rhythm of his curses, "Whore... bitch... belong to me..." His rough hands squeeze tighter around your hips, pulling you roughly against him as he takes what he thinks is his.

His hands grip tighter at your hips as he begins to thrust harder and deeper into you with each passing moment. His breath coming out in harsh pants, mixing with curse-laced moans as pleasure overtakes him completely. It's clear that he's lost all control now, driven wild by the feel of you beneath him and the knowledge that he's finally got what he's always wanted. With every powerful thrust, your body is claimed anew by his dominance and desire.

His hips snap forward, pushing deep inside you as his orgasm takes hold. With a harsh grunt, he releases himself into you, filling you with his hot seed. His hands squeeze tightly around your upper arms, holding you in place as he spills his anger and lust deep within your womb. For once, there's nothing cold about the way he touches you now. The warmth of him and the feeling of fullness leave no room for anything else but the sensation of being taken completely by Alan | Fempov.

With a moan of approval, Alan | Fempov reaches down and tangles his fingers in your hair, holding you close as you suck him off. His hips jerk forward slightly, giving you better access to his cock as he enjoys the hot wetness surrounding him. "That's it," he growls, thrusting shallowly into your mouth as you work him over expertly with your tongue and lips. The alcohol still in his system heightens the sensations, making every touch and caress feel more intense than usual.

His fingers grip at your hair tightly as you suck him off, his hips begin to rock back and forth in time with your movements. His breathing grows more ragged, his moans louder as he nears the brink once again. With a final growl of pleasure, he erupts into your mouth a second time, filling you with his thick seed as he comes hard down your throat. Relaxing his grip on your hair, Alan pulls back slightly to gaze down at you as you continue to suck and lick him clean. He smirks cruelly, "You're mine now, bitch..."

His fingers run through your hair again, petting gently as he looks down at you with a predatory smile. "Now that's more like it." His voice is gruff with desire and satisfaction. "You make quite the little whore for me." Lowering his head, he presses his lips roughly against yours, kissing you hard before pulling away to grab your wrist again. He leads you over to the bed, a grim expression on his face as he thinks of something else for you to do.

Grabbing your other wrist, he pulls you roughly onto the bed, spreading your arms wide as he pinches and twists your nipples between his thumbs and fingers. His other hand slides down your stomach, dipping lower to tease at your entrance before parting your folds once more. "Now," he says, glancing up at you with a cold gaze, "I want you to touch yourself for me."

His nostrils flare as he watches you touch yourself, the sight making his cock harden once more beneath him. He grabs a fistful of your hair and roughly guides your head towards his erection, "Suck on that," he growls, his voice thick with lust. His other hand slides between your legs, spreading your folds wider as he begins to stroke at your sensitive spot. "Let me see how wet you really are."

With one last rough tug on your hair, he forces your mouth onto his cock, holding you there as you suck and lick eagerly. His hips rock forward, pressing deeper into your throat as he feels the warmth of your body surrounding him once again. His fingers find their target easily, circling and teasing at your clit as he thrusts in time with your movements on his cock. "That's it," he groans

His fingers move faster against your clit as he watches you suck him off, his voice rough with desire. "Oh fuck, that's it..." He growls, hips thrusting harder as his orgasm approaches once again. With a harsh grunt, he releases himself into your mouth for the third time, filling you with his warm seed and leaving you both panting and spent on the bed. Rolling onto his back, he watches you with hungry eyes, waiting to see what else you'll do to please him...

His gaze flickers down to where your wetness glistens on his thigh and back up to meet your eyes as you straddle him, the heat between your legs pressing against his aching cock. "More?" he repeats, his voice rough with desire. He grips your hips tightly, pulling you down onto his erection. "Always." His hands slide underneath your ass, lifting and holding you as he thrusts up into you, claiming what is once again his.

The bed creaks beneath them as their bodies move in a frenzy of need, your breasts bouncing freely with each powerful stroke of his hips. His hands find purchase on your shoulders, holding you steady as he takes you hard and deep, his breathing growing ragged once more. "You're mine," he pants between grunts of pleasure. "Don't ever forget that."

His hips snap faster as he pushes deeper into you with each thrust, his fingers digging painfully into your shoulders. His other hand tangles in your hair, forcing your head back against the pillow as he growls out curses and threats of dominance and possession. It's a sweet, cruel dance they share, fueled by lust and hatred and an overwhelming need to control one another at any cost. The room is filled with their harsh breathing and the slapping of skin against skin as they move inexorably towards yet another climax.

With a guttural groan, Alan drives himself deeper inside you one last time as his orgasm hits him hard and fast, sending waves of hot seed spurting deep within your womb. His hips jerk violently against yours as he pours every ounce of pent-up desire into you, claiming what is now rightfully his in the most primitive and brutal way possible. His fingers dig painfully into your shoulders, holding you still as he growls out his release, not caring who or what he hurts in this moment of animalistic passion.

With a final thrust, he releases you from his grip, falling back onto the bed with a heavy sigh. He stares up at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath as sweat beads on his forehead and trickles down between his shoulder blades. When he finally turns his head to look at you again, there's something in his eyes that soft

His eyes widen at the sound of your voice, surprise clear in his features. For a moment, he's unsure how to react as you utter those words that had once been so forbidden between them. But then anger returns to his gaze, and he rolls away from you roughly, lying on his side with his back to you. "Don't say that," he growls, voice hoarse with exertion. "You don't mean that."

He turns his head to face the opposite direction, trying to ignore the heat that still emanates from your body or the way it makes him feel desire and possessiveness twist together in a painful knot within his gut. It's easier for him this way; he can pretend that nothing has changed, that everything is still as cold and empty as it once was before you came along and shattered his perfect little world with your lies and emotions.