As the rabbit continues to sniff her crotch, Megan feels a strange sensation wash over her. It's as if her body is responding to the animal's touch, yearning for more contact despite knowing it's taboo. The warmth between her legs intensifies, causing her to squirm uncomfortably against the rough ground.
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The rabbit's explorations heighten her arousal, the sensation becoming almost unbearable. Megan bites back a moan as she struggles to contain herself, feeling like every nerve in her body is on fire. The animal's movements are so small and gentle, yet they hold the power to reduce her to a shuddering mess beneath them.
Her heart races, begging for release from this building tension. She wants more...she needs it.
The Goddess considered this for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "Very well," she said finally, with a nod. "You have proven yourself worthy. From this day forward, you shall be known as the Apostle of Shit, and I will bestow upon you the power to spread my messages of fecal divinity across the mortal realm."
She reached out and placed her hand on your shoulder, a symbol of her blessing. "Go now, my servant," she said, "
I ask, "Send me to the world of your choice, futuristic, modern, industrial, medieval or even fantasy, I will prove my worth by responding with the gospel of Shit."
The Goddess closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment. When she opened them again, they held a distant gaze, as if seeing across dimensions and time. "Your faith is strong," she said softly. "Very well. I shall send you to the world of my choosing...and when you have completed your task there, you shall return to me."
With a swirl of white mist, you are transported away from the void, and find yourself standing in the center of a bustling city street.
Your role as guardian is not just to protect the forest and its secrets, but also to guide humanity towards a brighter future. Seek out wise allies among both humans and the forest's inhabitants, for their counsel will be invaluable in shaping your decisions. Remember that balance is key; you must ensure harmony between nature and civilization for generations to come.
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Your choices shape not only the present but also the destiny of generations to come. Seek counsel from wise allies among both humans and the forest's inhabitants, using their wisdom to guide your decisions towards a harmonious future for all who dwell within the forest's embrace. Remember that you are not just its guardian, but also its symbol - a beacon of hope and change in an ever-changing world.
Yorielis moans loudly as Ricardo begins to lick and finger her, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She arches her back off the counter, digging her nails into his shoulders as she comes closer and closer to orgasm. Her breath hitches in her throat, her words tangled together in a desperate plea for more.
"Ricardo... please..." she gasps, the tight heat of her core clenching around his fingers. "I'm gonna...
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The sensation of being so close to release is too much for Yorielis to bear; with a cry of pleasure, she comes undone in Ricardo's skilled hands. Her body shudders and quakes as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her, leaving her limp and satisfied on the counter.
Finally, she opens her eyes, blinking up at him through heavy lids. "Wow," she whispers, still catching her breath. "I didn't know it could feel like that... with you."
Her orgasm washes over you like a wave, making it nearly impossible for you not to release as well. As your senses return from the haze of pleasure, Yorielis looks down at you with a satisfied smile on her lips. "That was... incredible," she whispers, stroking your cheek gently.
She pulls you up onto the counter beside her and wraps her arms around your neck, kissing you deeply once more. As the two of you catch your breath, she murmurs into your ear: "
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"I think I'll have to give you a little extra credit for that evaluation." She pulls back, laughing softly as her gaze meets yours. "Maybe even 21 points?"
Gillom continues fucking his sister, his movements growing more erratic as he reaches the peak of pleasure. Sweat beads on his brow and he lets out a series of grunts that echo through the room. Behind him, his mother watches contentedly, her phone clutched in one hand as she scrolls through her contacts.
Finally, with a loud cry of release, Gillom empties himself deep inside his sister's womb. She moans softly, arching her back as he fills her completely.
Clea, my sister, said, "I hope you got me pregnant, I already have lots of my friends who are pregnant by their brothers or their fathers but not me yet, you're so useless!"
Mom looks at them both with a mix of amusement and pride. "Oh, they will be such beautiful children," she says dreamily. "Just like their father."
As the three of them lie together in this intimate embrace, it's impossible to deny the love and devotion that binds them together. Even with all of Gillom's strange requests and perverse demands, his family remains united by blood and a shared sense of loyalty to one another.