The position had changed.
Lucius stood tall at the center of the bed.
Luna was beneath him, face pressed into the sheets.
Her hair tangled, breath shallow and ragged.
Her wrists were pinned flat against the mattress.
Lucius' bare feet planted directly on top of them.
His full weight pressing down just enough to lock her in place.
With one hand, he lifted her hips into the air as if she weighed nothing.
Her legs dangled helplessly off the edge of the bed.
Her thighs parted, and her ass lifted.
Exposed, ready, and trembling.
She couldn't move. She couldn't fight.
She was nothing but a plaything now, perfectly positioned and locked in place.
The system enhancements were also still active.
Every thrust set her body on fire, her nerves hijacked with pleasure.
Five times the intensity, relentless, without pause.
Lucius looked down at her trembling form.
"You're not done, Luna."
His voice was calm, too calm.
"I'm going to fuck you until you pass out."
