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Loving The Cursed Werewolf King

Can she melt the ice in Northendell... and his heart? Arielle is the forgotten princess of the Nieverdell, a country blessed with the warm sun all year round. She was sacrificed by her family to become the prisoner of the Northendell Kingdom because of the sins of her brother, the crown prince. In the kingdom covered by eternal ice, Arielle met King Ronan D. Blackthorn, a man full of mystery. King Ronan was cursed. On a full moon, he would lose his human side and turn into a werewolf. Weirdly enough, ever since Arielle stepped into his life, he could slowly control his animal instincts. But great power came with its own consequences. Arielle and Ronan were faced with a difficult choice: Lift his curse or lose Arielle forever.

Gigi_Saga · Fantasía
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Arielle's First Try **

Ronan arched his eyebrows as Arielle put the tip of his cock into her mouth without him telling her to. He let out a long, sharp gasp again.

Ronan subconsciously trailed on Arielle's head and grabbed her hair. When he realized Arielle was still in the process of adjusting, Ronan let go of her hair and instead stroked it gently.

"You did well. Continue slowly. Yes, suck it like that."

Arielle put Ronan's manhood into her mouth slowly and took a sip of the warmth. She couldn't put the big thing in her mouth completely, so she stroked the shaft with her hand. 

The man's grunts got louder. The faster Arielle moved her hand, the harder Ronan bit his lower lip. 

Arielle glanced up and her eyes met directly with Ronan's misty sharp eyes. The man's lips parted slightly with a slightly flushed face. It was the first time for Arielle to see Ronan in such a condition. Ronan smirked and lifted his chin, telling her to continue sucking his manhood.