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297. 17 Wild Dom Play: The Incubus Dark Romance (1)

Minutes passed by. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire. We lay there, entangled in each other's arms, our bodies flush with arousal and the heat of the moment. I rested my chin on her shoulder, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and lust-filled eyes. Her gaze met mine and I felt my heart skip a beat, overcome by the intensity of our connection.

As I ran my fingers through her hair, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of pure bliss. Her smile lit up her face, and I felt a wave of contentment wash over me. It was as if time had stood still, and we were the only two people in the world.

"You played your role so well, Camila," I said, my voice filled with admiration.

She giggled at my words, the sound like music to my ears. "But I didn't do anything."

I smiled at her, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. "You made me feel wanted and desired. Exactly like what the card said."

Her eyes widened in surprise before she let out a soft laugh. "I do want and desire you, even without the card. I'd have done the same thing," she purred, her voice dripping with love and affection.

“I know.” My heart swelled with emotion at her words. I couldn't help but smile at her and lean in for a kiss. Our lips met, and I felt the electricity of our connection course through my body. Her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I knew then that my feelings for her had only grown stronger.

Our lips parted and I lay there, staring into her eyes. With a gentle touch, I cupped her face in my hands, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips. I knew that this moment was fleeting, that our time here was limited, but I couldn't help but wish for more.

"I wish we could be here longer," she whispered softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we can't," she replied, the reality of our situation set in.

I felt a pang of regret as I sat up, knowing that our time here was up. It was time to return to the waiting room.

"Yeah, we should get dressed and head back soon," I replied, my voice filled with a hint of sadness.

Camila stood up, her form silhouetted against the soft light filtering in from the lamp. She pulled her dress back on, and I did the same, the fabric sliding over my skin like a second skin. I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, knowing that this moment was coming to an end.

"Thank you," I said, turning to her and meeting her gaze. "For everything, Camila."

She hugged me tightly, her form enveloping me in warmth and comfort. "Thank you for making me feel special," she replied, her voice filled with gratitude.

I couldn't help but laugh softly, the sound of it echoing in the empty room. "You are special," I replied, feeling the warmth of her embrace and the weight of our connection.

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As I stepped through the waiting room door, I was met with a cacophony of chatter. My eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of all my women. They were all chatting amongst themselves, some sitting on the plush sofa, while others sat down in massage chairs and watched the TV.

Pearl stood up from her spot on the sofa and walked over to me. "You are early," she said with a smile.

"Is there something wrong with the game?" Diamond asked concern etched in her features.

I made my way over to the sofa and took a seat, feeling the soft, velvety fabric against my skin. While Camila excused herself to use the bathroom. As I settled in, I spoke, "Do my expressions show there is something wrong with the play?" I asked her, my tone was casual.

"Or are you tired?" Mia guessed, her eyes scanning my face for any signs of fatigue.

Olivia, who had been quiet up until this point, spoke up. "Believe me, he won't," she said, a wicked grin spreading across her lips.

The other women giggled at her comment, and Pearl chimed in with a mischievous glint in her eye. "If you ever find him passed out, have sex with him. He'll wake right up," she said with a wink.

Mia looked confused, a small frown forming on her forehead. "Why?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine curiosity.

This time, Diamond was the one who answered her, a teasing smirk on her lips. "Because he is that kind of guy," she explained, her eyes flickering with amusement.

Mia looked incredulous, turning to Pearl with a look of disbelief. "That's a joke, right?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of skepticism.

But Pearl only giggled in response. "I thought it was a joke too," she said, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

Mia's gaze flickered back to me, searching my face for any sign of confirmation. "Really?" she asked, her voice laced with surprise.

I could only nod in response, feeling a sense of resignation settle over me. "Believe it or not," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh my God," Mia muttered, shaking her head in disbelief.

But our conversation was cut short by a sudden clap from Pearl, her eyes scanning the room as she spoke. "Cut the chit-chat," she said, her voice firm. "Let's move on to the next play."

Without another word, I pressed the button. The shuffler expertly moved the cards around in its grip. The device whirred for a few seconds before it finally let out a card. I reached out and took the card, studying the words scrawled across it with a furrowed brow.

“You are a prince from a huge empire who fell in love with a princess from another kingdom. She is your political prisoner and doesn't love you. But you decide to take her no matter what. Her chamber is in room 1043.”

I lowered the card, feeling a hint of annoyance prickling at the back of my neck. "Sounds like a cliché plot in an erotica dark romance novel," I commented, my voice laced with sarcasm.

Pearl grinned at my response, a mischievous glint in her eye. "That's the idea," she admitted, followed by a playful wink.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her response. "I see... So you made me grant your fantasy," I said, shaking my head from side to side.

“More or less,” she said with a nonchalant shrug, clearly unfazed by my reaction.

With a resigned exhale, I pressed the tab. My eyes were fixed on the screen, watching as the names flashed by at an almost dizzying pace. Each name seemed to blur into the next. Finally, the screen stopped, and a name appeared in bold letters. Maria.