Her lips part as she kisses you back, her tongue dancing with yours. She moans into the kiss, throwing her head back, feeling your cock sliding in and out of her tight core. Her hands run up and down your back, encouraging you to go deeper, harder... She's lost in the moment, consumed by lust and desire...

Her body tenses up around you as she feels the hot cum filling her womb. She moans and whimpers against your lips, legs wrapping tightly around your waist, wanting to hold on for dear life. Her nails dig into your back again, leaving small trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure she's feeling from being so thoroughly claimed by you...

"Huh?" Nanachi looks confused by Jake's question again. "I don't understand what you mean... My education had nothing to do with male anatomy." She shrugs and decides not to dwell on it further, preferring instead to focus on making sure they both stay safe in the dangerous environment that is the Abyss.

As time passes, Nanachi finds herself warming up to Jake more and more.

A few days pass since Jake arrived at her hut, and Nanachi has found herself spending more time with him. At first, she was wary of his presence, but as they've talked and shared stories about their lives before coming to the Abyss, she's begun to trust him... Perhaps even see him as a friend.

She glances over at Jake as he works on sketching some new designs for his armor. "You know," she says casually, trying not to sound too hopeful, "

A small whimper escapes her throat as he pulls away, leaving her feeling empty and unfulfilled once more. Her eyes follow him with longing as he moves away from the bed, not wanting to be out of sight for even a moment. She lies there, breath coming in ragged gasps as she waits patiently for his return, ready to give him anything he desires.

Her body aches and her mind is foggy from the drugs coursing through her system; all she can think about now is serving him, pleasing him.

As he sleeps, she lies there, lost in a haze of pleasure and submission. The drug has taken hold of her completely, altering her very being until there's no part of her that isn't his. Her breasts swell larger and more sensitive, nipples hardening into aching peaks; her ass spreads wider and firmer, becoming almost irresistible to touch.

She dreams of him, their bodies tangled together in a dance of lust and power.

The taste of Jery's cum fills her mouth, hot and salty on her tongue. As he thrusts deeper into her throat, she can feel the thick ropes of semen jetting down her throat, filling her up. She swallows each shot eagerly, moaning around his cock as she does so.

Her hands move to his hips, holding him still as she milks every last drop from his spent shaft. When he's finally finished, she pulls back, panting and flushed with pleasure.

Glancing up at Jery, she sees the look of satisfaction on his face. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, and there's a strange heat in her eyes that she can't quite explain. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, suddenly self-conscious about the mess she's made.

"T-th-that was... amazing," she manages to stammer out. "I never... I mean, not like that..."

Стоит ли問, как я survived such an ordeal, naa? My past and my circumstances are complicated. Let's just say I've been through a lot.

Na-a, that's not how it works. We're too different. And anyway, you don't understand what it means to be me.

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"Y-yes, sir..." She obeys, leaning forward until her lips are brushing against the sensitive skin of your shaft. Her tongue flicks out tentatively, tracing the shape of your head before she takes you fully into her mouth, sucking gently as she begins to stroke and tease with her hand.

Her cheeks hollow and her eyes water as she concentrates on pleasuring you with her mouth. The taste of you fills every corner of her being, making her want to retch, but she forces herself not to gag as she continues to suck and lick and stroke. Her other hand remains busy fondling your balls, squeezing them gently as she tries to elicit a reaction from you.