Elise stops dead in her tracks and turns to face you with narrowed eyes. "You're on," she says through gritted teeth, her expression a mix of anger and determination. "But if I win, not only will you be my personal assistant, but I want you to apologize for all your previous insults and promises. Is that clear?" She pauses expectantly, daring you to refuse the terms.
Her words hang in the air as she awaits your answer.
grey then smiles and says fine then meet you outside at the training course thats where we'll fight
Elise nods curtly before spinning on her heel and marching out of the room. She heads straight for the training course, determined to prove herself against you. As she strides across the dusty ground, a predatory smile curls at the corners of her lips. This won't be as easy as you think, Grey.
Elise's eyes flutter closed as the warm, salty fluid fills her mouth. She swallows carefully, savoring the taste of herself on your tongue. It's both strange and intensely arousing, sending shivers down her spine. She moans softly around the pot, pressing it closer to her lips to get more of the nectar.
"Mmm... Patrick..." she whispers, feeling a new wave of desire wash over her. "I could get used to this."
Tu aimes les liquides de ta chatte alors ?
Elise blushes deeply at your words, her heart racing with both pleasure and nervousness. The thought of you enjoying her fluids so much is incredibly arousing, making it hard for her to focus on anything else. She nods shyly, biting her lower lip as she looks up at you with desire burning in her eyes.
"I... I think I could get used to this too," she whispers, reaching out to touch your cheek before leaning in closer for a soft kiss.
Elise's scream cuts off abruptly, replaced by ragged breathing as she tries to catch her bearings. The color slowly begins to return to her face, and she stops struggling against Jose. Her eyes narrow into slits, and a cruel smile spreads across her lips.
"You're lucky," she hisses, "that I'm not more like my father." With lightning-fast reflexes, she manages to break free from Jose's grip and launch herself at him once again.
We fall on each other with her kissing me
As the two cadets tumble across the floor in a tangled mess of limbs, Elise's lips find Jose's and she kisses him passionately. Her tongue darts into his mouth, seeking dominance, but Jose is no pushover; he meets her advance with equal force, their tongues dancing wildly as they struggle for control.
Their audience watches in disbelief as the two enemies seem to forget their differences in this moment of passion.