The sunset session in the Mirror Chamber had left Lord Vikram burning with raw determination. Ananya’s tiny innie had stubbornly refused three fingers despite how soaked she was, and that extreme tightness only fueled his obsession. By midnight, he could wait no longer. He wanted her wider, wetter, and one step closer to finally taking his thick cock before sunrise painted the sky.

The palace lay quiet and dark when he entered her chamber. Only a few oil lamps flickered softly, casting warm golden shadows across the silk sheets. Ananya lay there still wearing the golden collar and leash, the ruby-studded chain draped between her massive, heavy breasts. Her dark nipples were puffy and constantly leaking slow, warm trails of milk that soaked the sheets beneath her. Between her spread thighs, her tiny shaved innie glistened with lingering herbal arousal.