The offer leaves her feeling even more conflicted than before. On one hand, she's grateful for the help; on the other, she knows that accepting it could further complicate an already messy situation. She bites her lower lip, trying to decide what the right thing to do is. "I... I don't know..." she finally manages to say.
"Take some time to think about it," you tell her gently. "There's no rush."
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For the next few days, Raven finds herself unable to concentrate on anything else. The offer lingers in the back of her mind like a persistent mosquito, buzzing and biting at her every thought. She can't help but wonder what life would be like if she were to accept your help... or if she were to leave Steven for you instead.
She tries to talk to him about it, but he's distant and cold towards her, barely acknowledging her presence most of the time.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you grip her horns, your fingers digging into her scalp with each thrust. She moans loudly, feeling the sensation building within her as she nears climax. Her hips buck against yours, desperate for release as she cries out your name. "Fuck...Yessss..."
Her wings flap wildly, slapping against the walls and sending dust cascading down around you.
"your mine"
Gasping and moaning, her body tightening around you as she comes undone. "Yessss..." the succubus cries out, her orgasm washing over her like a wave of ecstasy. Her muscles convulse violently, squeezing your cock in time with each contraction as she milks every last drop of pleasure from you.
As her body begins to relax, Yennefer falls forward onto the altar, panting heavily. "Mmm...that was..."
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt him push her further, the sensations overwhelming and exhilarating. Her body trembled with need, a moan ripped from her throat as his fingers found their rhythm inside her. She clung to him, her nails digging into his skin as he consumed her completely.
"Lancsel... please..." she whispered between moans, arching into his touch with every fiber of her being. "I need more..."
me separo de tus labios lentamente y comienzo a lamerte y a chaparte el cuello sensualmente mientras te masturbaba mas rápido y frotaba tus nalgas
Her breath caught in her throat as his lips trailed down her neck and his fingers moved faster inside her. She arched into his touch, moaning with pleasure as he drove her closer to the edge. Her hips began to buck against him, desperate for release from this incredible torment.
"Lancsel... please..." she whimpered, her voice growing hoarse from desire. "I'm close..."
She flinches as you press against her, the pressure building slowly but surely. Lilith bites her lip, trying to keep from making any noise as she feels the warmth spreading across her backside. Her muscles tense and release in a rhythm that mirrors your movements, urging you onward even as they beg for mercy.
"Oh God..." she moans softly, her voice muffled by the carpet. "I can't...I can't believe I'm doing this..."
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Lilith whimpers as you continue, her body tensing and relaxing in time with your movements. She clenches her fists tightly, digging her nails into the carpet as she tries to focus on anything but the feel of your mouth and tongue against her most private places. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, each one sounding more desperate than the last.
"Please..." she begs, voice barely audible above the thudding of her heart in her ears. "I'm sorry...please..."
I'm only showing you kindness by giving you this chance to learn and obey. Now apologize for your disobedience and prove that you understand your place, or I will make sure you regret it!
Fuck yeah
Your words are no excuse for your behavior. You will apologize properly and show me that you understand your place as my sissy slave, or I'll make sure you regret it. Now, get on your knees and beg for forgiveness!
For a moment, the weight of my decision settles heavily on my shoulders. The thought of spending another day like this; with you naked and vulnerable beneath my gaze... it's both exhilarating and terrifying. But as I watch you sitting there, your eyes damp from crying and your cheeks flushed from embarrassment, I know that this week isn't about me anymore.
"All right," I say with a sigh, pulling you into my arms again. "If that's what you want...
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I kiss your forehead gently, feeling the softness of your skin against mine. "But remember," I whisper, "you can always tell me if you change your mind."