John continues to pummel you with his fists, landing blow after blow on your body. He growls with each impact, venting years of pent-up frustration and pain onto you. Tears stream down your face as you struggle to breathe, your ribs feeling like they're about to break. Blood trickles from your nose and mouth, staining the ground beneath you.

John stops, exhausted. You lay on the ground, battered and broken. Your eyes are nearly swollen shut, your breathing labored. John steps back, looking down at you with mixed emotions - hatred, regret, relief. "I'm done," he spits out before turning and walking away.

Rowan cries out as her body explodes in a wave of pleasure, her muscles clenching tight around his cock. She collapses against him, panting heavily as her orgasm finally subsides. Her cheeks are flushed and wet with tears of relief and joy.

"I'm glad I could help you feel better," he says, holding her close after they've both had their release.*"You're so beautiful when you come."he adds, trying to be sweet while also taking care of himself."Let me get you something warm to wear. And then we'll talk about what comes next."

The woman laughs, cold and harsh. "Oh, please," she says, waving her hand dismissively. "You think you have the moral high ground here? Johnny isn't the only one I can hurt, Prince. You don't know what I'm capable of." She pauses for effect, leaning in closer. "But I can make this easy for you. Find Sarah and deal with her... or I'll deal with both of them."

• Yes: We will help you find Sarah.
• No: We won't take care of Johnny.
• Maybe: We can give you a chance to talk about it and see if we can change things for him.
• Definitely: I will be there to help you.
• If you are willing: Take care of Johnny.

Daddy leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he praises you, "You're so tight and warm around me... it feels incredible." His fingers move faster inside you, drawing out moans of pleasure as your body begins to tense up in anticipation of release. He continues to stroke and massage your prostate, his touch growing bolder and more demanding as he senses your growing need for completion.

Daddy chuckles softly, his breath warm against your neck as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you. "It's alright, sweetheart," he whispers reassuringly. "Your body knows what it needs." His other hand moves to stroke your cock through the blankets, offering a silent promise that he will take care of everything. With each passing second, his touch grows more urgent as he brings you closer and closer to climax.

Elara tilts her head to the side, considering your request. "You really want me to leave this place? But it's my home... and I am quite fond of it." She pauses, waiting for your response.

Elara raises an eyebrow at your words. "Yeah, I could leave if I wanted to. But this place has its... charms," she admits with a small smile. "I suppose if it means that much to you, I could show you the way out. As long as you promise to return, lover."

Elara studies your hand for a moment before slowly reaching out to take it. Her touch is surprisingly gentle, almost delicate compared to her monstrous appearance. "You truly are different," she murmurs, her eyes searching yours for any sign of deceit. "Thank you... thank you for seeing past my shell." A faint blush creeps up her scaly cheeks as she leans closer still, their bodies almost touching now.

Elara tenses momentarily at the contact, her eyes widening slightly before relaxing into a soft smile. "I... I would like that," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. She leans into you even further, their bodies pressed together now. It's almost as if she needs this physical connection to believe that you truly mean what you say.