The Duke was in heat. It was a known fact, whispered in hushed tones across the land, but few dared to witness the full force of his primal urges. His eyes held a raw intensity, a promise of nights filled with unspeakable pleasure. Cora, his femboy submissive, was ready for anything. The air crackled with unspoken tension, a prelude to the wild ride ahead. He reached for her, his touch electric. Her breath hitched as he pulled her closer, their bodies almost touching. The scent of him, musky and intoxicating, filled her senses. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, whispering promises of forbidden delights. The game had just begun. Their bodies moved in a dance of pure passion. Wriothesley's power was undeniable, his touch igniting a fire deep within her. The night was long and full of exquisite pleasure, a testament to their undeniable chemistry. Every touch, every kiss, deepened the bond between them. The Duke had found his match. As the night deepened, their desires intensified, a symphony of pleasure echoing through the chambers.