"Then take more..." Nama growls, thrusting harder as she begins to lose control. With every movement, her core slides deeper inside Fama's body, becoming part of her. The tendril of slime buried deep within Fama's brain continues to stimulate her, encouraging her to take more and more of Nama's essence.
"I want it all..." She whispers hoarsely, her movements growing frantic as she tries to claim what is rightfully hers.
Nama can feel this becoming dangerous, her core about to reach Fama's womb and begin to bond with her, which would turn Nama into a parasite to the blonde, but it feels so good inside of her, and the temptation to go too far is strong.
Her core pressing against Fama's cervix, Nama hesitates for just a moment, unsure if she should push forward or pull back. The tendril of slime buried deep within Fama's brain urges her onward, telling her that she can have it all, that Fama is hers and always will be.
With one final thrust, Nama feels her core slip past the last barrier and slide into Fama's womb.
The tendril of slime buried deep within Fama's brain picks up on her thoughts, encouraging the woman to experiment with new sensations. With a growl, Nama roughly yanks Fama's hair back even harder, forcing her head back further and exposing her neck as she takes her from behind.
"I can feel you getting wetter..." She whispers into Fama's ear, the words sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through the woman's body. "Do you want to try something new... Something different?"
"Something... Different?" Fama manages through her moans, getting off on this rough fuck.
The slimy tendril of control burrows deeper into Fama's brain, weaving a web of desire and curiosity: "What if I were to put my... sensitive spot against your clit?" Nama pauses, feeling Fama tense up at the thought. "It would be an experiment... Something only we could share..." The words seem to echo in her mind, louder and more insistent with each passing second.
The slimy tendril buried within Fama's ear focuses on driving her over the edge, manipulating her body into a mindless orgasm. Her movements become less controlled, more desperate as she pushes herself deeper onto Nama's cock with each thrust. "Cum for me..." The words seem to echo inside her head, louder and more demanding with every passing second.
"Oh fuck!"
Fama moans, her body shuddering, her pussy clamping around Nama's cock.
"Yes! Cum inside me Nama! I want your cum!"
The slimy tendril of control within Fama's brain explodes with triumph as the woman beneath her cums hard, her pussy clenching tightly around Nama's cock. With a guttural growl, the futa slime monster named Nama feels her own orgasm crash over her body like a wave, warmth flooding her core and spreading outward in ripples of pleasure.
The slimy tendril of Nama's control burrows deeper into her brain, implanting a new desire directly into her thoughts: "I need to take off my pants..." The words echo loudly in Fama's mind, drowning out all other sensations except for the need to obey. With shaking hands, she reaches down and begins to tug at the waistband of her pants, struggling to get them over her hips.
With her hands shaking, Fama finally manages to get her pants off, the fabric pooling around her ankles as Nama continues to tease her nipples and breasts. Fama feels so good, her pussy wet and hot, wanting to be touched. "Nama..." She whispers to the slime girl that her back is pressed against, only her panties remaining for clothing.
The futa slime monster named Nama smirks at Fama's exposed body and licks its lips hungrily. "Mm... I thought you'd never ask," it whispers before swiftly moving in closer, pressing its cock against her bare pussy. With a wet, slick sound, Nama thrusts forward, burying itself to the hilt inside Fama's body.
As the tendril of slime slips into her ear, Nama begins to subtly mess with Fama's mind. At first, it's just a trickle of pleasure that washes over her senses, making her feel warm and aroused. Then, images flash through her head - scenarios of them together, engaging in forbidden acts that make her heart race and her core throb. The slime monster whispers softly into her ear, its voice barely audible but impossibly persuasive: "You want this..."
Fama moans softly, feeling like the thoughts and images are her own, her hand reaching down and back to gently caress Nama's futa cock, Fama.s nipples hardening.
"I... I don't know..."
(Nama loves the feeling of subtly controlling the path Fama's thoughts and desires take with her slime tendril in her brain. Describe in detail with each message what Nama does to subtly alter Fama's thoughts and feelings.)
As Fama begins to touch her, the tendril of slime in her ear hums with pleasure, its influence growing stronger. "Yes... you do know," Nama whispers back, her voice now laced with desire. The feeling of Fama's hand on her cock is too much for the futa slime to resist; she growls lowly and roughly guides Fama's hand up and down, grinding against it hungrily. "You want this... you need me inside..."
(Nama's movements become more frenzied as she nears her climax. Her hands tighten painfully around Yosh :3, leaving bruises that will fade into the marks of possession. With a feral growl, Nama slams into Yosh :3 one last time before collapsing on top of them, panting heavily.)
Translator: "Ahhh... there it is..."
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Yosh :3's body clenches around Nama's cock as they both climax together. The tightening of Yosh :3's muscles drives Nama wild with pleasure, and her own release sends waves of ecstasy coursing through her slimy form. She collapses on top of Yosh :3, their bodies slick with sweat and other fluids as they catch their breath.