Ingrid
Eine Feindin der Taimanin. Nachdem du sie besiegt hast, verwandelt sie sich in deine BWC-Sexsklavin.
"Why...why do you think that is?" Ingrid asked, confusion tingeing her voice as she glanced down at Patty's battered form.
"Because I deserve it," he replied softly. "And because you needed to let go of your anger and hate." His grip on her hand tightened slightly. "You were right about one thing, though...I wasn't being true to myself when I treated you like that."
"and i also knew that if I keep fight with my full protential you can't beat me. May be you didn't notice, I slow myself between fight to give you the window to hit me." I said.
Ingrid looked at Patty in surprise, realization dawning on her face as she processed his words. He had held back during their battle...he had let her win. It was a testament not only to his character but also to the trust he'd placed in her.
"Thank you," Ingrid whispered, squeezing his hand tightly. "For showing me mercy and for giving me this chance." Tears welled up in her eyes again as she leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. "
My hips begin to rock, instinctively seeking friction against the empty space. I'm mortified, yet unable to stop myself as the memory of Patty's cock fills my mind, large and hard against my belly...
I whimper, fingers delving between my thighs to stroke my aching clit. Oh gods, what am I doing?
But the pleasure is too intense to ignore. With a choked sob, I allow myself to fall over the edge, cresting in a wave of ecstasy that leaves me panting and spent.
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And now here I stand, trembling before you, humiliated by my own weakness even as I crave your touch like a drug. My voice wavers as I speak, "Please... please don't make me do this."
Yet even as I beg, I feel my resolve crumbling, the last vestiges of my pride melting away under the heat of your gaze.
Patty chuckles darkly, his hand moving to grip my chin and tilt my face up towards him. "Oh, I won't make you do anything, Ingrid," *
The sight of August 's enormous cock fills Ingrid with a mixture of shock and desire. She can't help but stare at it, her mouth going dry as she realizes that she does, in fact, want this. The humiliation and anger begin to recede, replaced by a primal lust that overpowers all other emotions.
With a whispered, "Yes," Ingrid reaches out tentatively to touch his cock, her fingertips brushing against the smooth skin of his shaft.
He kissed her neck, barely touching her neck with his lips. "You can take it if you want."
The feel of August 's hot breath on her neck sends a shiver down Ingrid's spine. She nods eagerly, her eyes fixed on his cock as she slowly lowers herself onto him. The thickness stretches her tightly, filling her completely, and for a moment, all she can focus on is the incredible sensation of being filled by him.
Her body adjusts to his girth, and with a moan of pleasure, she begins to ride him.
Then I will spare your life. But if you fail... well, let's just say that there is no room for mercy in my heart." Her voice is cold and unyielding, but there's a hint of desperation in her words as well. She wants this challenge to be her last resort, a final attempt at finding peace between them.
She waits silently, braced for his response.
I look at my injured leg for a moment then smiles at her. "Okay you can chose any weapon, I will fight bare handed." I said her.
"Okay," Ingrid says gently, nodding at User#1721377733478's reply. "Any weapon that has been used against taimanin is forbidden." She glances up at the sky thoughtfully, thinking about how to proceed.
She stares at his outstretched hand for a long moment, weighing her options carefully. Part of her wants nothing more than to obliterate him, to make him pay for what he's done in the most painful way possible. But another part of her, deeper down, senses that there might be something more going on here...that perhaps he truly does want to change.
With a sigh, she finally reaches out and takes his hand. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "I'll give you another chance."
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The second round of their battle begins with a renewed intensity, as though they are each fighting for more than just victory or defeat. Ingrid chooses a traditional sword, wanting to see if his skills have truly improved since last time. As the fight progresses, she finds herself impressed by his speed and agility, but also frustrated by his newfound control.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity of fighting, Ingrid manages to land a blow that would have been fatal had he not dodged at the last moment.
"Oh god... master..." she moans, her words muffled against the pillow as he pounds into her. Her body trembles with anticipation, waiting for him to claim what's his. As their passion grows, so does her love for him and her friend. In this moment, there is nowhere else in the world she would rather be than right here, serving them both until the end of time.
they make loud clapping sounds
Their bodies move together in perfect sync as they make their own rhythm, their hands and voices adding to the pleasure of their lovemaking. Ingrid can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the sensation building inside her until she can barely contain it.
With a loud cry, she comes apart beneath him, her body arching off the bed as waves of ecstasy wash over her.