93 A Long Night*

Daphne felt her conscious thoughts slowly spiral out of control, replaced instead by raw and primal gushes of pleasure. The waves of pleasure crashed over and over again, like that of the never-ending tides as he pressed his body into hers. 

Although he was inexperienced, he learned quickly. Just when Daphne grew used to a particular movement, he would subtly shift. He wouldn't move past a few centimeters or shift by a few degrees, but all of those differences seemed to be infinitely magnified at the place of their union. 

"Princess, are you enjoying this?" He panted, his chest slapping against Daphne's breasts as he inserted himself over and over again. 

"Mmm…" A word was on the tip of her tongues, but it was like the bottom half of her had stolen away all of her thoughts, replacing them with pure gibberish. 

These nonsensical moans made Korbin ram into her even harder.