Chapter 50.5 – Arton and Hancock (1) R18

Last extra chapter.

This is a chapter created with AI describing one of the scenes drawn by Arton in his diary. 

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Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this story are considered adults and are over the age of 18.

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Hancock entered the bath naked and slowly descended into the warm water. She sat on the ledge, allowing the water to caress her perfect breasts and wash away the tension in her shoulders.

Her body was a work of art, her curves and lines accentuated by the light reflecting off the water. She leaned back, exposing her neck and chest to the air, the droplets of water rolling down her skin and accentuating her nipples.

She looked up and saw Arton standing at the edge of the pool, his gaze fixed on her body. He was completely entranced by her beauty, his desire building with each passing second.

Hancock rose from the water and stepped onto the marble floor, her breasts hanging freely. She walked towards him, her hips swaying and her wet hair clinging to her skin. She placed her hand on his cheek and leaned in for a kiss, her lips soft and warm.

He ran his fingers down her spine, eliciting a moan from her lips. She felt his cock growing hard against her thigh, his breath hot against her ear.

She reached down and stroked his shaft, feeling the pulsing of his veins against her palm. She led him to the ledge and pushed him down, her lips curling into a seductive smile.

"I want you inside me," she whispered, straddling his lap.

Arton wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, their bodies pressed together. He kissed her deeply, their tongues entwining in a passionate embrace.

As they moved together, Hancock felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, her nipples hardening against his chest. She arched her back, exposing her breasts to the air, and rode him harder, his cock filling her completely.

Arton grabbed her ass and pushed her deeper, his cock buried to the hilt. "You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you?" he growled.

Hancock moaned in response, her body trembling with pleasure. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, lost in the moment.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," Arton breathed, his fingers digging into her flesh.

Hancock gripped his shoulders, her nails scratching his skin. "I'm close," she panted, her voice thick with lust.

Arton thrust faster, his muscles flexing beneath her hands.

"I'm coming," she moaned, her body shuddering as she climaxed.

"Good girl," Arton said, pulling out and shooting his load all over her stomach and breasts.

After the intense sex, Hancock rested her head on Arton's chest and listened to the sound of his heartbeat. She couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and passion he brought into her life. She knew that he was the one man who would always be there for her, no matter what.

Hancock felt safe and secure in his arms, and she knew that she had found the love of her life.

As Hancock lay there in Arton's arms, she couldn't help but remember her past as a slave of the Celestial Dragons. The pain and suffering she endured at their hands haunted her still, and she was grateful for the love and support she received from Arton.

As she gazed up at her beloved, she realized that their love was truly something special.

"I love you, Arton," she whispered, tracing her fingers down his chest.

"I love you too, Hancock," he replied, kissing her forehead tenderly.

Their bodies pressed together, Arton grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her knees.

"Oh, Arton!" she moaned, her ass in the air.

Arton positioned himself behind her, his cock brushing against her wet pussy.

He slid inside slowly, his cock filling her completely.

Hancock closed her eyes, lost in the moment, as Arton fucked her from behind.

Hancock bit her lip, her body trembling as he slapped her ass.

"You like being my little slut, don't you?" he growled, his hand connecting with her flesh.

Hancock nodded, her pussy dripping with arousal.

Hancock had always been a little bit of a masochist, but she never knew how much until she met Arton. The way he pushed her body to its limits and fucked her hard and deep drove her wild with desire.

One night, Arton tied her to the bed and teased her relentlessly, his fingers and tongue working her clit until she was begging for release. He refused to let her come, and the frustration was almost unbearable.

Finally, he thrust his cock into her pussy and fucked her so hard that she screamed with pleasure.

"You're mine," he growled, his teeth nipping at her ear. "I'll fuck you however I want, and you'll take it."

Hancock came hard, her body shaking with ecstasy. She knew that she had found a partner who could satisfy her every desire, and she would never let him go.

In the end, Hancock was grateful for her discovery of her masochistic side. It allowed her to experience pleasure beyond her wildest dreams, and she couldn't imagine her life without Arton by her side.

"Fuck me harder," she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. "I want to feel you inside me forever."

"A slut like you deserves to be used and abused," Arton growled, thrusting harder into her tight pussy. "You were made to be fucked by me"

Hancock writhed with pleasure, her body tingling with sensations she had never felt before. "Please, don't stop," she begged, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Arton knew that he could be rough with Hancock because she wanted him to be. She enjoyed the feeling of his fingers digging into her hips and his teeth nipping at her ear.

Hancock knew that she was his, and he was hers, and she loved that they could be rough with each other without fear of rejection.

She was on all fours, her ass in the air as Arton pounded her from behind. His fingers dug into her skin, leaving red marks in their wake.

"You're mine," he growled, his breath hot against her ear.

"Yes, I'm yours," she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.

He pulled out and flipped her onto her back, positioning himself above her.

"Look at me," he commanded, his green eyes flashing.

He slid inside her once more, his cock filling her completely.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close, her lips brushing against his.

"I love you, Arton," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

He leaned down and kissed her neck, his teeth scraping her skin.

"I love you too, Hancock," he breathed, his cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy.

She arched her back, her breasts pressed against his chest.

"I love when you fuck me like this," she moaned, her nails scratching his back.

"You perverted slut," he growled, his cock thrusting deeper.

She bit his shoulder, her body trembling with pleasure.

As Hancock looked up at Arton, she couldn't help but feel her excitement growing. He was so powerful and commanding, and she loved the feeling of being taken by him.

His eyes flashed, his gaze fixed on hers.

"You're mine," he growled.

"And you're mine," she replied, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Arton grunted, his body stiffening as he came hard, his seed filling her completely.

"You're so good," she whispered, her fingers gripping his biceps.

"And you're perfect," he replied, his eyes locked on hers.

As he pulled out, she felt the warm sensation of his cum dripping down her thighs.

They lay together, their bodies intertwined, and looked up at the ceiling, lost in the moment.

"I'm glad you found me," Hancock said softly.

"I am too," Arton replied, his fingers gently stroking her hair.

Arton and Hancock had a special bond, and their sex was a reflection of that. They could be rough and possessive, or tender and loving, and both were equally exciting.

"Here, let me help you," Hancock said, kneeling before him.

She took his cock in her mouth and began to suck the remaining cum from his shaft.

Arton growled, his fingers tangling in her hair.

Hancock looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire.

"That feels so good," he murmured, his hips thrusting slightly.

She licked the length of his shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip.

"You like it when I clean your cock like this, don't you?"

He nodded, his eyes half-closed with pleasure.

She took him in her mouth, her lips sliding over his cock, and began to suck, her cheeks hollowed.

"I'm going to come again," he growled, his cock twitching in her mouth.

She nodded, her eyes locked on his, and continued to suck.

Finally, he groaned, his body stiffening, and shot his load down her throat.

She swallowed, her lips wrapped around his shaft, and sucked the last drop of cum from his cock.

He pulled out, his body shuddering, and looked down at her, his eyes glazed with lust.

"You're incredible," he breathed.

She grinned, licking her lips, and stood up, her naked body glistening with sweat.

"Let's go for round two," she said, pulling him toward the bedroom.

The next morning, they woke up entwined in each other's arms.

Hancock looked up at him, her chin resting on his chest.

"How did I get so lucky?" she asked softly.

"I'm the lucky one," he replied, kissing the tip of her nose.

She snuggled closer, her head on his shoulder.

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