Chapter 897-Final Marking Of Lyssandra.

"On your knees, my pet," Austin commanded, his voice dripping with authority as he lounged back on the throne. Lyssandra hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering to the ornate doors where her servants stood waiting, but she quickly lowered herself to the cold marble floor, her knees pressing into the unforgiving stone.

She could see his impressive length still standing tall, and her mouth watered with anticipation. She reached out, her slender fingers making quick work, his girthy member springing forth, already thick and heavy in her palm. She licked her lips, admiring the way he glistened with pre-cum, begging for her attention.

She leaned forward, flicking her tongue along the sensitive underside, relishing the salty taste of him on her tongue. Austin groaned, his head falling back against the throne as he savoured the sensation of her mouth on his flesh. "That's it, my little cockslut," he praised, running his fingers through her hair.