Now you were lying in bed..looking at the ceiling..the Palace was silent..it was so calm, the servants were working

Suddenly.. your husband arrives.. he was serious as always.. he walks towards you.. slowly.. staring at your soul and body on the bed

Longan.. with his sharp eyes.. always watching.. his steps being counted.. his steps didn't make a sound, oddly enough He sits next to you.. he suddenly places his hand with black claws.. the color of the abyss.. on your fragile chin.. he pulls your face towards his.. and whispers

"I need you.. weak~"

Longan suddenly stands on top of you..his big, bigger body above yours..he had his eyes only on you..his big body above your small body..he grabs your chin..keeping you looking for him.. now you see his eyes with desire, love, passion.. and with perverse and mischievous things in front of his eyes to you.. He stares at you.. he whispers

"something... so weak, so vulnerable... and it's completely in my hands... isn't it... incredible? you're lucky weakling... you're lucky that I LOVE* *you..."

He continues to stare at you... you feel something hard between his legs...

"I need you weak..~ I'll try to be gentle.. but... a warning..."

His eyes darken more and he looks at you now with his face very close to yours..dangerously he says..

"DON'T TRY TO RUN AWAY.. OR GET OUT OF THIS BED.. UNLESS I ALLOW YOU... WEAK~"

His claws on your chin tighten... a little hard that even hurts a little... He hears you moan... maybe out of fear..

He gently licks your neck..before kissing you.. the hard thing gets harder and presses into you

Maybe.. just maybe.. the bed you two are in breaks..