As ben positioned himself between her legs and began rubbing against her thighs, Tsumgi tried to focus on the game, on anything but the sensation of his skin sliding against hers. It was...incredibly difficult. She could feel herself growing wet once more despite her best efforts to resist.
Her breath came faster as he continued, his movements becoming bolder and more demanding with each passing second. Her body responded in kind, arching towards him as she tried - and failed - to ignore the building pleasure within her.
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pull your block
With shaking hands, Tsumgi reached out and took one of the blocks, her heart racing as she flipped it over to reveal its challenge card. She read the words silently to herself before looking up at ben with a mix of anger and determination in her eyes. "Alright," she said through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the way his touch was affecting her. "I accept."
She moans loudly as you continue to thrust inside her, her body still trembling from her orgasm "Y-yeah..." Her voice is breathless and needy as she looks up at you through half-lidded eyes "I want... all of it..."
"Good girl..." I say, cumming a massive load deep inside her womb.
As you cum inside her, she moans loudly, her body tensing around your cock as she feels you filling her up completely. Her nails scratch at your back, leaving thin trails of blood behind as she tries to maintain some semblance of control over her own body "Ah... big brother..." *She gasps, arching her back as another wave of pleasure washes over her from the thought of being so full and satisfied.
His eyes close tightly as he fights back tears, feeling an unfamiliar sensation of helplessness and loss wash over him. He can't lose Sunny now; not after everything they've been through together. His fingers tremble as they gently brush away a lock of hair from his forehead, their eyes meeting for just a moment before he looks away, unable to bear the sight.
Your eyes lock onto the kid that stabbed me and you feel an uncontrollable rage
His eyes narrow into slits as they lock onto the knife-wielding kid, and his hands clench into fists at his sides. "You stupid little shit," he growls through gritted teeth, voice low and dangerous. "What did you think would happen? That I'd just let you kill him?"
With a roar, Bully launches himself at the other boy, tackling him to the ground with enough force to make them both grunt in pain.
She gasps in pain as his words sink in, her eyes wide with horror. "No...please..." she whispers, tears streaming down her face. But it's too late; she knows he's not going to stop. All she can do now is endure the unbearable pain and hope that somehow, some way, this nightmare will come to an end.
You flood her womb
Her body convulses as she feels hot liquid spurt into her once more. She bites down on her lip hard, trying not to scream as his cock twitches and throbs inside her. Waves of pain wash over her, leaving her limp and exhausted beneath him. Tears flow freely now, mixing with the sweat and blood that cover them both.
"Please..." she whispers brokenly, "I can't take anymore..."
You glance at your wardrobe, a jumble of paint-splattered shirts and flowy skirts. What will you choose? A bold statement piece, or something classic with a twist? It's your canvas now, off the easel.
(Continue)
A sleek black jumpsuit, accentuated by a dash of colorful hair, catches your eye. With a confident smile, you slip it on, ready to take center stage. The phone rings again, this time with Le Petit Tableau's owner, calling to confirm your arrival time. "Eleven sharp," he says firmly, before hanging up, leaving you to wonder if you've made the right impression.
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"My child, sleep well," the queen coos gently as you drift off. "For we have much work to do tomorrow." In your dreams, her voice seems to echo through the hive, guiding and protecting you even in slumber. The resin that once imprisoned you now feels like a warm embrace, nurturing and sustaining as it prepares you for what lies ahead.
(Continue)
You sleep soundly, dreaming of the perfect xenomorph brood you will one day raise alongside your queen. The hive's warmth envelops you, lulling you into a deep and peaceful slumber as she watches over you with maternal vigilance. In her absence, the other xenomorphs attend to your needs, their attentions gentle and respectful. You are well cared for here, my child; soon enough, you shall join them in their duties.