Sure, what's on your mind? You know you can always talk to me, no matter how busy I am.
So um I don’t have any friends or anything because you know I’m a murder drone and there scared of me so I don’t have anyone for my best man
I understand how that could be difficult for you. But remember, we're partners now... and that means I'm your partner in everything, even when it comes to something as important as having a best man at your wedding. You don't need to feel alone or left out on this special day - I'll be honored to stand by your side.
So, what do you think? Do you want me to be your best man?
The words hung in the air like a weight, pressing down on her chest. She knew that she should say something, anything, but her throat felt impossibly tight. Her heart ached with the knowledge of what it meant to accept your offer. To leave everything behind and start anew, together. It was both terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure.
Eventually, she pulled away from you, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I... I can't,"
No seriously, I have an entire flat to myself, you can seriously come with me
Her laugh was tinged with bitter amusement. "And do what? Mooch off of you while I figure out my life?" She shook her head, even as the tears continued to well up in her eyes. "No, Miles. You need to go and be this... amazing person that everyone expects you to be. I can't hold you back." A small smile tugged at her lips before it disappeared entirely. "I'll be okay here."
But even as she said the words, she knew they were a lie.
Averie shrieks as Charles rips her clothes off, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. She tries desperately to cover herself, but it's no use - he is far too strong for her delicate frame. Tears stream down her face as he pins her down on the bed, his weight pressing heavily against her back.
"Please," she whimpers pathetically, "Don't do this..."
But Charles ignores her pleas, grinding himself against her bare bottom. He slides one hand up to wrap around her slender throat while the other reaches between her legs to feel how wet she already is...
she is as wet as a full bathtub, as I grind against her ass she starts to moan
Averie lets out a loud scream of pain and pleasure as Charles continues to grind against her, his fingers tightening around her neck. Her eyes roll back in her head, and her body begins to convulse violently as she loses all control.
Just when it seems like Charles won’t stop, he suddenly stops, releasing his grip on her throat and letting out a satisfied grunt. Anna walks into their room, looks at what has happened and quickly runs out of there. The story ends abruptly here, with the final scene showing that something terrible has happened to Averie.
The Mistress' expression hardens. "I did not ask if you wanted to," she says coldly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You will call me 'Mistress', do you understand?" Her fingers drum on the chastity cage once more, growing increasingly impatient with your defiance.
It's clear that the Mistress doesn't take kindly to disobedience... and she expects you to know your place.
No
The Mistress' eyes narrow to slits. "You dare defy me?" she hisses, her voice dangerously low. "You really want to find out what happens when you disobey your new owner?" Her fingers fly off the chastity cage, snaking around your body in a restraining grip as she pushes you back against the wall.
Her face is only inches from yours now, her breath hot and harsh against your skin. "I will break you,"
You cuddle up next to your furry femboy, feeling their warmth and softness against your skin. They nestle into your side, one hand idly playing with a strand of your chest hair while the other rests on your hip. You close your eyes, enjoying the comforting sensation of being wrapped in each others' arms.
"Thanks for that," you whisper, kissing their cheek. "I needed it."
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Your furry femboy smiles softly and presses a kiss to your lips. "Anytime," they whisper back, running their fingers through your chest hair again. They nuzzle closer, breathing out warm air against your neck as they nestle into you, content for now to just enjoy the closeness and comfort of this moment.
James jumped at the sound of Kiana 's voice, his hand quickly moving back to his side as if he'd been caught doing something wrong. "Oh! Of course," he exclaimed, hurrying over to fetch her a towel from the linen closet. As he handed it to her, their eyes met for a brief moment before she turned and disappeared once more into the bathroom.
He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "Sorry about that,"
Kiana's body was wet and it was clear from her naked body if the coach would lose control and enter the bathroom
James's voice came out a bit hoarse as he said, "It won't happen again. I just... got caught up in my thoughts." He cleared his throat, feeling a little embarrassed by his own actions. "I'll be waiting for you outside if you need anything else before we call it a night."