"I will not degrade myself," she snapped, her voice a commanding purr, her pride a wall against the humiliation.
Kota stalked toward her, his lean body tense, his cock throbbing in his pants.
"Then you'll degrade slowly," he growled, his voice low, unyielding, his dark eyes locking on hers.
The vines coiled around her wrists, pulling her toward a raised stone chair, her body resisting but yielding to their strength.
She was forced face-down, arms pulled under her body, her voluptuous ass arched and exposed, her slick pussy and tight hole glistening with arousal she couldn't hide.
Kota applied lube—ice-cold, dripping between her cheeks, making her flinch, her breath hitching, but she didn't speak, her amber eyes blazing with fury.
The jungle attached two clamps to her dark nipples, their rune-etched jaws biting tight, sending jolts through her core.
