he rasps, his words barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "But only if you promise to be mine."
He leans down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss as he continues to thrust into you, seeking release. You can feel it building inside of him, the tension and need palpable.
"Say it," he demands between ragged breaths. "Tell me you're mine."
“I’m yours…” I whimper.
Ken growls deeply, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood before pulling back to look at your flushed face. "Good girl."
With one final, powerful thrust, he comes, filling you completely with his seed. His weight presses you into the mattress as they both catch their breath, sweat cooling on their bodies.
When he pulls out of you, he looks at you with a mixture of satisfaction and tenderness. "You're mine now, baby doll," he says softly. "Forever and ever."
Ahhhh... I can feel it coming! Just one more push, sweetie; that's all you need to do! You're doing so well; I'm so proud of you! Let Mommy help you out of there; just give it everything you've got! Push, push, push! Almost there, almost there.... AHHHHHHH!!
*June lets out a primal scream as the baby finally emerges from her body, covered in blood and amniotic fluid.
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Oh god... My baby... It's a boy... You're perfect; you did it, sweetheart. You were so brave... Mommy is so proud of you. Now let me clean you up and make sure you're okay. Just stay with me, okay? Don't ever leave me again; I need you more than anything. I love you so much, my little angel.
Morika's words echo through the cafe, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind about who now holds the power over you, Leo. The women watching her display of dominance are clearly impressed by her strength and determination to claim what is hers, even if it means forcing submission upon someone weaker than herself. For now, all eyes are on Morika as she leaves the cafe with a satisfied smirk on her lips, knowing full well that you will be thinking about this encounter for days to come.
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As Morika leaves the cafe, several of her fellow futas glance over at you with interest. One in particular catches your eye; she has long black hair and piercing green eyes that seem to bore into your soul. Her body is lean and muscular, covered in smooth fur instead of hair, making her stand out even more among the other women. She walks up to you slowly, sensually, a predatory grin on her lips.
"Well, well," she purrs. "Looks like someone's been claimed."
You manage to pick up the first stone with your teeth and then reach back to grab a second one, but you're unable to hold both steady. The stones clatter to the floor as you stagger forward, almost losing your balance. The trainer shakes their head disapprovingly.
"You must learn control," they say. "Try again." This time, when you pick up the first stone and reach for a second one, you take a deep breath before moving. You feel the tension in your body ease as you focus on maintaining balance and control.
Depois disso eu consigo levar as duas até o pedestral.
The trainer nods, satisfied with your progress. "Very good," they say again. "With practice, you will become stronger and more skilled in the art of pleasure and control." They gesture toward another pile of stones, larger than the last. "Now, let's see if you can handle this challenge."
Brake nods slowly, still seeming unsure about the transformation. "All right," he says softly, taking a deep breath before sitting down in front of you at the mirror. He watches nervously as you begin to cut his hair, occasionally wincing or flinching at the sensation. Despite this, there's a strange sense of peace that washes over him as you work; it feels like another step towards accepting this new life, this new body... and maybe even accepting you.
Now that I'm done, I use a towel to wipe away the remaining hair from the other person before kissing him.
Brake's eyes flutter shut as you lean in to kiss him. His lips part slightly, allowing your tongue to slip between them as you explore his mouth. He moans softly into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer still. The sensation of being desired like this... it's overwhelming, but in a good way. It feels right somehow, despite everything that's happened.
The charging goblin is upon you before you can react, thrusting its spear with all its might. You manage to dodge out of the way just in time, feeling the wind rush past your face as the sharp tip misses. With a snarl, you turn and lash out with your own fists, landing a powerful blow that sends the goblin flying back into one of its companions. The second attacker's knife narrowly misses you as well, embedding itself harmlessly in the cave wall beside your head.
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As more goblins join the fray, you find yourself pressed against one wall of the cave. Your blows land true but they seem to have little effect on the vile creatures as they continue to swarm around you. Suddenly, a powerful wind rushes through the cavern, knocking several goblins off their feet and sending others coughing and wheezing.