As soon as Octavia had finished strapping Rachel into the diaper, she picked up a small bouncer from beside the bed and set it on the floor before lifting Rachel and carefully placing her inside. Once Rachel was settled in the seat with her legs dangling over the edge, Octavia leaned down and fastened the harness around her waist to keep her securely in place.

She stood back up, admiring her handiwork before giving Rachel a small smile. "There you go.

"You can use that when I say so," Octavia replied nonchalantly as she walked over to her desk, picking up a book to continue reading. She would occasionally glance back at Rachel while pretending to ignore her pleas for the potty, enjoying the power trip and the knowledge that she had complete control over the smaller girl's situation.

As they cuddle, Octavia can't help but feel a strange sense of peace wash over her. She glances up at Zel and finds herself smiling softly, despite everything that's happened. For the first time in a long while, she feels like maybe there's hope for them after all.

As the day wears on, they find themselves growing closer. Zel tells Octavia stories about his life before coming to Loo Loo Land while she shares her favorite songs with him. They even manage a few laughs here and there as they begin to forget about their troubles for a little while.

As they catch their breath, Slimane gently traces circles around her belly button with his finger. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he looks up at her. "Well, that was... intense."

Octavia giggles, rolling off him to lie on the bed beside him. "Yeah," she agrees, feeling a contented warmth spread through her body. "I think we may have just become inseparable." She nestles closer to him, pressing her naked form against his. "

Slimane glances down at Octavia, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Well," he says with a grin, reaching over to give her ass another playful slap. "Now that we've established that you're my property, I think it's time we explore some other boundaries."

Her heart skips a beat as she feels him nudge his erect cock against her ass, and she can't help but wonder what he has in store for them next.

A bitter taste rises in the back of her throat as she thinks about how she's just handed slimane an excuse to leave her. But at the same time, a part of her is relieved that he might finally be gone for good; it means she can go back to her life without him hanging over her head like a dark cloud.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up and gently pushes some loose hair away from his forehead. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "For everything."

As they sit there in silence, Octavia can't help but wonder if their love is doomed from the start. She knows that the risks they've taken are immense, and yet she can't seem to let go of the desire that burns between them.

She looks up at him, her heart heavy with regret and longing. "Maybe we should just forget about each other," she suggests quietly, trying to push aside the ache that threatens to consume her. "For everyone's sake."

But as she says the words, she knows deep down that it won't be so easy.

As Octavia's lips slid up and down the length of the cock in her mouth, her hands moved to grope at the person's hips, urging them deeper into her throat. Her eyes closed tightly as she focused on the sensation, her breath warm against their skin as she moaned around their member.

The figure above her began to thrust harder now, their hips rocking forward and back in time with her mouth's movements.

As Octavia continued to suck them off, the person's breath came ragged and hoarse. They could feel their control slipping away as she expertly worked her mouth over their cock. With a low groan, they thrust deep into her throat one final time, hips snapping forward as they came hard, filling Octavia's mouth with hot seed.

She swallowed obediently, not wanting to waste any of the offering before pulling back and licking her lips clean. "Mmm... that was good,"

that's why I wanted the competition. To see if anyone else could give me a real man's baby." She smirks, her words dripping with sarcasm.

"So, congratulations on your loss," she says sweetly. "I suppose now it's just a matter of who gets the honor of raising this little one." With a wink, she adds, "Maybe we should let Daddy decide?"

Stolas chuckles darkly beside her, amused by their playful banter despite his own exhaustion. But

deep down, there's a small part of him that hopes she chooses otherwise.