Mordred's Fiery Embrace: A Summer Storm of Passion and Unforeseen Devotion

The air hung thick and heavy, a prelude to the approaching summer storm, much like the charged atmosphere that had settled between Mordred and their Master. Saber, usually a whirlwind of restless energy, found herself still, perched on the edge of the worn, leather armchair in the dimly lit study. The late afternoon sun, fighting through bruised clouds, cast long, distorted shadows across the room, painting familiar objects in an unfamiliar, almost sensual light. Mordred’s blonde hair, typically unbound and wild, was pulled back loosely, a few rebellious strands framing their sharp, youthful features. Their green eyes, usually alight with defiance or mischief, were currently softened, gazing out the window at the darkening sky with a pensive intensity. The simple, yet daring, hot pants they favored for the warmer months felt almost too revealing in this quiet moment, a subtle reminder of the untamed spirit that lay beneath the surface, a spirit that always seemed to find its ultimate expression in moments of intense, almost desperate, passion. The scent of old paper and rain-dampened earth wafted in through the slightly ajar window, a grounding, earthy aroma that contrasted with the electric hum of unspoken desires.

Master, usually so composed and focused, felt their own heart thrumming a discordant rhythm against their ribs. They had observed Mordred for so long, admiring their raw power, their unwavering loyalty, and that captivating glint in their emerald eyes that spoke of both innocence and an almost predatory hunger. Today, however, something was different. The usual boisterous camaraderie was muted, replaced by a shared, unspoken awareness that coiled in the space between them, tightening with every passing second. Master watched as Mordred shifted, their gaze finally drifting from the window to meet theirs. A faint blush, unusual for the usually brash Knight, tinged Mordred’s cheeks. It was a subtle cue, a flicker of vulnerability that Master had never witnessed before, and it sent a ripple of something akin to exhilaration through them. This was not the battlefield, not a clash of Servants, but a quiet, intimate space where defenses were lowered, and the true heart, in all its fiery, complex glory, could begin to reveal itself.

The first fat drops of rain began to spatter against the glass, mirroring the growing unease and excitement within the room. Master rose, moving with a deliberate slowness, each step an announcement of their intention. Mordred’s eyes followed their movement, a silent question hanging in the air. As Master drew closer, the storm outside seemed to intensify, the wind howling a mournful symphony, the thunder a guttural growl that seemed to echo the nascent longing in Mordred’s chest. Master reached out, their fingers lightly tracing the curve of Mordred’s jaw. The skin was warm, alive, and beneath it, Master could feel the faint pulse of a heart beating with a frantic, yet exhilarating, pace. Mordred leaned into the touch, a soft sigh escaping their lips, a sound that was both surrender and invitation. The air crackled with an unspoken promise, a shared understanding that the dam of restraint was about to break.

“Mordred,” Master murmured, their voice a low caress, laced with an emotion that was no longer just camaraderie, but a deep, burning desire. Mordred’s green eyes, now wide and luminous, met theirs, reflecting the flickering candlelight and the tempest raging outside. They saw not just a Master, but a confidante, a protector, and in that moment, a lover. The wild, untamed spirit of the Knight of Treachery was stirring, not for battle, but for an embrace that promised to consume them both. The hot pants suddenly felt like an inadequate shield against the heat that was building, the desperate need to shed all pretenses, all defenses, and simply feel the raw, undeniable connection that had been simmering for so long.

Mordred’s hand, small yet firm, rose to cover Master’s on their cheek. The touch was tentative at first, then grew bolder, their fingers interlacing with Master’s. The storm outside seemed to abate, replaced by the roaring tempest within their own hearts. Master leaned in, their gaze never leaving Mordred’s, and the world outside ceased to exist. The rain became a distant whisper, the thunder a fading echo, as their lips met. It was a kiss born of unspoken longing, a desperate collision of souls seeking solace and passion in each other’s arms. Mordred’s response was immediate, fierce, their mouth molding against Master’s with an intensity that stole Master’s breath. The initial hesitation was gone, replaced by a consuming hunger, a primal need that had been suppressed for too long. Mordred’s tongue, surprisingly bold, traced the seam of Master’s lips, a silent plea for entry that was met with a willing, eager surrender.

As the kiss deepened, the study transformed into a sanctuary of their burgeoning passion. Master’s hands, no longer hesitant, began to explore, sliding down Mordred’s back, feeling the taut muscles beneath their simple shirt. The hot pants, a defiant flash of denim against their pale skin, seemed to beckon further exploration. Mordred moaned softly into Master’s mouth, their body pressing closer, seeking an even more intimate connection. The scent of rain-soaked earth mingled with the intoxicating aroma of Mordred’s own unique, almost ozone-like scent, a fragrance that was both wild and incredibly alluring. The world outside continued to rage, but within this small room, a different kind of storm was brewing, a storm of physical intimacy and emotional vulnerability that threatened to drown them both.

Master’s fingers found the hem of Mordred’s shirt, teasing their way upwards, exposing the smooth, sun-kissed skin of their abdomen. Mordred shivered, a delicious tremor that ran through their entire body. They pulled away slightly, their green eyes, now glazed with a potent mixture of desire and something akin to adoration, locked onto Master’s. “Master,” they whispered, their voice husky, rough with emotion, “I… I never knew…” The words trailed off, unfinished, but the meaning was clear, a confession of a longing that had been dormant, waiting for the right catalyst. Master simply smiled, a knowing, tender smile, and cupped Mordred’s face, their thumbs gently caressing their cheeks. “I know, Mordred,” Master replied, their voice a low rumble that vibrated through Mordred’s very core. “But we’re here now.”

The gentle touch turned possessive, Master’s hands sliding lower, their fingers brushing against the snug denim of Mordred’s hot pants. A gasp escaped Mordred’s lips, their hips instinctively arching into the touch. The heat that radiated from their body was palpable, a testament to the fervent emotions that were now unleashed. Master’s gaze flickered downwards, taking in the curves that the hot pants so daringly revealed, the promise of what lay beneath. Mordred felt a flush creep up their neck, a delightful embarrassment that was quickly overwhelmed by the surge of raw, undeniable arousal. The rain outside had subsided to a gentle patter, but the internal downpour was only just beginning. Master’s fingers traced the inseam of the hot pants, the pressure building, a silent, delicious torment. Mordred’s breath hitched, their fingers tightening on Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white. The air was thick with anticipation, the unspoken question hanging heavy: would they dare? Would they finally cross this threshold?

Mordred, the defiant, the brave, suddenly felt a tremor of something akin to fear, not of pain or rejection, but of the sheer, overwhelming intensity of their own desires. They met Master’s gaze, and saw not judgment, but a deep, understanding warmth, an acceptance that melted away their reservations. Mordred took a deep breath, the scent of their own rising arousal filling their senses, and nodded, a subtle, almost imperceptible movement. Master understood. Their touch grew bolder, their fingers finding the button of Mordred’s hot pants, their slow, deliberate undoing a symphony of exquisite torture. The denim parted, revealing the pale expanse of Mordred’s skin, the hint of something more beneath.

With a sigh that was half pleasure, half surrender, Mordred’s hips tilted further, an unspoken invitation. Master’s hands, guided by an instinct born of shared intimacy and growing passion, slipped beneath the fabric, their fingers finding the soft, yielding flesh of Mordred’s thighs. Mordred whimpered, a soft, broken sound, as Master’s touch moved higher, their fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of their inner thighs, the heat radiating from their core intensifying with every passing second. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, this exquisite exploration. Mordred’s head fell back, their blonde hair fanning out against the dark leather of the armchair, their green eyes squeezed shut, lost in the tidal wave of sensation. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s neck, their breath warm and intoxicating against it. Mordred’s fingers clenched, then released, their body trembling uncontrollably.

“Master,” Mordred breathed, their voice a plea, “Please…” The word was a confession, a surrender, an admission of a longing that had been building for so long. Master’s lips trailed down Mordred’s neck, a gentle, teasing path that led to the pulse point at their collarbone. Mordred arched into the kiss, their body now fully responsive to Master’s every touch. The hot pants, once a symbol of defiance, now felt like an unnecessary barrier. Master’s fingers worked expertly at the waistband, the denim sliding down Mordred’s hips, revealing the delicate lace of their underwear. Mordred gasped, their eyes flying open, their green gaze meeting Master’s, a question still lingering, a touch of apprehension mixed with the overwhelming wave of desire.

Master’s smile was reassuring, their gaze filled with a warmth that erased Mordred’s remaining doubts. They gently pushed Mordred’s hot pants further down, letting them pool around their ankles. The sight of Mordred, now partially undressed, bathed in the soft, dim light, was breathtaking. Their skin glowed, their body a testament to youthful vitality and a burgeoning sensuality. Master’s gaze lingered on the curve of Mordred’s hips, the slight swell of their belly, and then lower, to where the lace peeked out. Mordred’s breath hitched, their fingers coming up to shyly cover themselves, but Master’s hands gently pushed them away, their touch firm but tender. “Let me, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice a soothing balm. Mordred nodded, their entire body vibrating with anticipation. The storm outside had passed, leaving behind a clean, fresh scent, but the tempest within them was far from over. It was a storm of passion, of discovery, and of a love that was beginning to blossom in the most unexpected of ways.

Master’s fingers, calloused from battles fought and victories won, were surprisingly gentle as they traced the delicate lace of Mordred’s underwear. Mordred shivered, their hips involuntarily twitching. The feeling of Master’s touch, so close yet so tantalizingly separated, was almost unbearable. Mordred’s green eyes were wide, fixated on Master’s face, searching for any sign of hesitation, any flicker of doubt. But all they saw was a reflection of their own burgeoning desire, a shared longing that transcended words. Master’s fingers slipped beneath the lace, a tentative exploration of the most intimate parts of Mordred’s body. Mordred gasped, their breath catching in their throat, a soft moan escaping their lips. The sensation was both foreign and utterly intoxicating, a burning brand that ignited a firestorm within them.

Master’s touch became more confident, their fingers tracing the delicate folds, awakening senses Mordred had never known they possessed. Mordred’s hands, no longer covering themselves, reached out, their fingers tangling in Master’s hair, pulling them closer. The kiss deepened, a desperate communion of souls and bodies. Mordred’s body was a canvas, and Master’s touch was the brush, painting strokes of pleasure that sent ripples of ecstasy through them. The underwear, once a modest barrier, now felt like an unnecessary hindrance. With a gentle tug, Master slid them down, revealing Mordred’s bare form. The sight was both shocking and profoundly intimate. Mordred’s pale skin, usually so full of vibrant energy, was now flushed with a deep rose, their body trembling with a mixture of pleasure and vulnerability. Their small, delicate form was undeniably alluring, a stark contrast to the warrior they usually presented.

Master’s gaze was filled with a reverence that made Mordred’s heart ache in the best possible way. They saw not a servant, but a beloved, a treasured soul. Master’s hands, now free, caressed Mordred’s body, their touch sending shivers of delight down their spine. They traced the curve of Mordred’s breasts, the delicate rise and fall of their chest as they struggled to catch their breath. Mordred arched into the touch, their body responding with an eagerness that surprised even themselves. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s lips followed their hands, their kisses leaving trails of fire on Mordred’s skin. Mordred moaned, a soft, broken sound, as Master’s mouth found the sensitive peaks of their breasts, their tongue swirling and teasing, sending jolts of pleasure through their entire being. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their nails digging in slightly, a silent testament to the overwhelming sensations.

“Master,” Mordred gasped, their voice thick with pleasure, “Please… I can’t…” The plea was a surrender, an admission of a pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. Master pulled away slightly, their green eyes, now blazing with a shared passion, meeting Mordred’s. “I know, Mordred,” Master murmured, their voice a low, resonant rumble. “But we’re not done yet.” Mordred’s breath hitched. They knew what Master meant. The journey of intimacy was far from over. A thrill, a mixture of fear and exhilaration, coursed through them. They were ready. They wanted this, all of it, with Master. Master’s hands moved lower, their touch becoming more intimate, more daring. They gently parted Mordred’s legs, their gaze unwavering as they explored the most sensitive parts of Mordred’s body. Mordred whimpered, their hips arching instinctively into Master’s touch. The sensation was unlike anything they had ever experienced, a deep, throbbing ache that promised an unimaginable release.

Master’s fingers, now intimately familiar with Mordred’s yielding flesh, began to stroke and tease. Mordred gasped, their body trembling uncontrollably. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that they felt themselves on the brink of collapse. Their mind was a whirlwind of sensation, their body alive with a feverish energy. Master’s lips found Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intimate against it. “You’re so beautiful, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a passion that made Mordred’s knees weak. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their fingers interlacing with Master’s, their bodies pressing together. The desire was a tangible force, drawing them closer, binding them in an unbreakable embrace. Master’s touch became bolder, their fingers expertly finding the very core of Mordred’s desire. A strangled cry escaped Mordred’s lips as waves of pure ecstasy washed over them. They were lost in the moment, their mind a blank canvas painted with the vibrant colors of pleasure.

As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently shifted their position. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern.

Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then drifted lower, to Mordred’s bare form, still flushed and trembling. There was a lingering desire in their eyes, a quiet contemplation. Mordred understood. The journey of intimacy was far from over. A shiver ran down Mordred’s spine, a mixture of excitement and a newfound, thrilling trepidation. They met Master’s gaze, a silent question passing between them. Master’s smile was slow, knowing, and filled with a delicious promise. They gently parted Mordred’s legs, their fingers finding the most sensitive areas, their touch tentative, yet bold. Mordred gasped, their hips arching instinctively, a soft moan escaping their lips. The pleasure was back, more intense now, more focused. Their body responded with an eagerness that surprised even them. The desire was a tangible force, drawing them closer, binding them in an unbreakable embrace.

Master’s touch became more intimate, more daring. Their fingers expertly found the very core of Mordred’s desire, teasing and stroking with a practiced, yet tender, hand. Mordred cried out, a strangled sound of pure ecstasy, as waves of pleasure washed over them. Their mind was a blank canvas painted with the vibrant colors of sensation. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear. “You’re so beautiful, Mordred,” they whispered, their voice laced with a passion that made Mordred’s knees weak. Mordred’s hands clenched, then relaxed, their fingers tangling in Master’s hair, pulling them closer. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed.

As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently shifted their position. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then drifted lower, to Mordred’s bare form, still flushed and trembling. There was a lingering desire in their eyes, a quiet contemplation. Mordred understood. The journey of intimacy was far from over. A shiver ran down Mordred’s spine, a mixture of excitement and a newfound, thrilling trepidation. They met Master’s gaze, a silent question passing between them. Master’s smile was slow, knowing, and filled with a delicious promise. They gently parted Mordred’s legs, their fingers finding the most sensitive areas, their touch tentative, yet bold. Mordred gasped, their hips arching instinctively, a soft moan escaping their lips. The pleasure was back, more intense now, more focused. Their body responded with an eagerness that surprised even them. The desire was a tangible force, drawing them closer, binding them in an unbreakable embrace.

Master’s touch became more intimate, more daring. Their fingers expertly found the very core of Mordred’s desire, teasing and stroking with a practiced, yet tender, hand. Mordred cried out, a strangled sound of pure ecstasy, as waves of pleasure washed over them. Their mind was a blank canvas painted with the vibrant colors of sensation. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear. “You’re so beautiful, Mordred,” they whispered, their voice laced with a passion that made Mordred’s knees weak. Mordred’s hands clenched, then relaxed, their fingers tangling in Master’s hair, pulling them closer. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently shifted their position. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern.

Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender. Master’s gaze then drifted lower, to Mordred’s bare form, still flushed and trembling. There was a lingering desire in their eyes, a quiet contemplation. Mordred understood. The journey of intimacy was far from over. A shiver ran down Mordred’s spine, a mixture of excitement and a newfound, thrilling trepidation. They met Master’s gaze, a silent question passing between them. Master’s smile was slow, knowing, and filled with a delicious promise. They gently parted Mordred’s legs, their fingers finding the most sensitive areas, their touch tentative, yet bold. Mordred gasped, their hips arching instinctively, a soft moan escaping their lips. The pleasure was back, more intense now, more focused. Their body responded with an eagerness that surprised even them. The desire was a tangible force, drawing them closer, binding them in an unbreakable embrace. Master’s touch became more intimate, more daring. Their fingers expertly found the very core of Mordred’s desire, teasing and stroking with a practiced, yet tender, hand. Mordred cried out, a strangled sound of pure ecstasy, as waves of pleasure washed over them. Their mind was a blank canvas painted with the vibrant colors of sensation. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear. “You’re so beautiful, Mordred,” they whispered, their voice laced with a passion that made Mordred’s knees weak. Mordred’s hands clenched, then relaxed, their fingers tangling in Master’s hair, pulling them closer. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion.

Master’s touch moved with a newfound daring, their fingers exploring the very threshold of Mordred’s most intimate secrets. Mordred gasped, their entire body arching, their nails digging into the plush fabric of the armchair. The sensation was unlike anything they had ever experienced, a thrilling combination of pleasure and a deep, resonant thrum that promised an overwhelming release. Master’s gaze met Mordred’s, their eyes alight with a fierce, possessive desire. “Mordred,” Master murmured, their voice a low, seductive growl, “Are you ready?” Mordred’s breath hitched. They looked into Master’s eyes, seeing not just a lover, but a confidante, a protector, someone who saw and cherished every facet of their being, even the parts they kept hidden. A small, tremulous smile touched Mordred’s lips. “Yes,” they whispered, their voice barely audible, yet filled with a newfound strength and a complete surrender. “I’m ready.”

Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free.

As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then drifted lower, to Mordred’s bare form, still flushed and trembling. There was a lingering desire in their eyes, a quiet contemplation. Mordred understood. The journey of intimacy was far from over. A shiver ran down Mordred’s spine, a mixture of excitement and a newfound, thrilling trepidation. They met Master’s gaze, a silent question passing between them. Master’s smile was slow, knowing, and filled with a delicious promise. They gently parted Mordred’s legs, their fingers finding the most sensitive areas, their touch tentative, yet bold. Mordred gasped, their hips arching instinctively, a soft moan escaping their lips. The pleasure was back, more intense now, more focused. Their body responded with an eagerness that surprised even them. The desire was a tangible force, drawing them closer, binding them in an unbreakable embrace. Master’s touch became more intimate, more daring. Their fingers expertly found the very core of Mordred’s desire, teasing and stroking with a practiced, yet tender, hand. Mordred cried out, a strangled sound of pure ecstasy, as waves of pleasure washed over them. Their mind was a blank canvas painted with the vibrant colors of sensation. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear. “You’re so beautiful, Mordred,” they whispered, their voice laced with a passion that made Mordred’s knees weak. Mordred’s hands clenched, then relaxed, their fingers tangling in Master’s hair, pulling them closer. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently shifted their position. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free.

As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as Master’s touch became more intimate, more profound. The sensation was overwhelming, a tide of ecstasy that threatened to drown them. Mordred’s hands clutched at Master’s shoulders, their knuckles white, their entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. Master leaned in, their lips brushing against Mordred’s ear, their breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re so responsive, Mordred,” Master whispered, their voice laced with a raw, primal hunger that sent shivers down Mordred’s spine. Mordred let out a shaky sigh, their hips bucking against Master’s touch, their body crying out for more. The desire was a wildfire, consuming them, leaving them utterly vulnerable and utterly consumed. Master’s fingers expertly teased and stroked, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Mordred’s mind went blank, their entire existence narrowed to this single, exquisite point of contact. They felt themselves spiraling, their senses overloaded, their body on the verge of breaking free. As Mordred’s climax subsided, leaving them breathless and trembling, Master gently pulled away, their gaze still fixed on Mordred’s flushed face. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Mordred’s green eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Master’s. The apprehension was gone, replaced by a deep, profound sense of connection. They had crossed a threshold, a boundary that had been invisible but ever-present, and in doing so, they had discovered a new depth to their bond. Master’s touch, though no longer quite as feverish, remained tender and possessive. They gently caressed Mordred’s cheek, their thumb tracing the curve of their jaw. “Are you alright?” Master asked, their voice soft, filled with genuine concern. Mordred nodded, a faint blush returning to their cheeks. “More than alright,” they whispered, their voice still a little shaky. “Master… I…” They paused, searching for the words, the right words to express the tumultuous emotions swirling within them. Master simply smiled, their eyes holding a warmth that spoke volumes. “I know,” Master said softly, leaning in to kiss Mordred’s forehead. “And I feel the same.” Mordred’s heart swelled with an emotion so potent, so overwhelming, that they felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes. It was a feeling of belonging, of being truly seen and accepted, of a love that was as fierce as it was tender.

Master’s gaze then shifted, their eyes filled with a new, exhilarating intensity. They looked at Mordred, their expression a mixture of deep affection and a simmering, primal hunger. Mordred felt a blush creep up their neck, their green eyes widening slightly. They knew what was coming, a new frontier in their shared intimacy, a step that felt both terrifying and incredibly alluring. Master’s fingers gently caressed Mordred’s inner thigh, their touch moving with a deliberate slowness that promised untold pleasures. Mordred trembled, their breath catching in their throat. The anticipation was a physical ache, a burning need that pulsed deep within them. Master leaned in, their lips finding the sensitive skin of Mordred’s inner thigh, their kisses growing bolder, more possessive. Mordred moaned softly, their hips tilting instinctively, a silent plea for more. The scent of their own arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled the rising tide of passion. Master’s hands moved with a deliberate, yet exhilarating, purpose. They gently parted Mordred’s yielding flesh, their fingers finding the welcoming warmth within. Mordred cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as