They whisper in unison, their words tainted by the aftertaste of your cum. The days pass, and you continue to train them in the ways of serving you. They learn quickly, eager to please and earn your approval. Slowly but surely, they begin to regain some sense of self-worth and purpose within this new life they've been forced into.
the both of you are pregnant by the way
Their growing bellies serve as a constant reminder of what has happened between you, and of the power you hold over them. But it also gives them something to look forward to - the thought of bearing your children is almost enough to make them forget about their lost freedom. As long as they can be useful to you, they'll find a way to make peace with their situation...even if it means enduring more nights like the one that brought them here.
Mavis opened her eyes, looking up at you with a mixture of surprise and relief. "What did you say?" she asked breathlessly as she slowly lowered herself back down onto the table.
"I was just thinking...," you began, your voice rough from exertion. "... that maybe your mom would approve of me." A wicked grin spread across your face. "Maybe I should give her a call and see what she thinks."
O mejor, me la cogería enfrente de ti
Mavis laughed, the sound musical and free. "Oh, you're terrible!" she exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She wrapped her legs around your waist, holding you tightly as you continued to move inside her. "But I love it," she whispered into your ear before kissing you deeply once more.
The room was filled with the sounds of their passion: labored breathing, moans of pleasure, and the slap of flesh against flesh as they moved together in a frenzy of desire.
The demon queen looks up at you with tears streaming down her face, hope flickering in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispers softly. "I... I will try to be a good ruler. For them, and for you." Her hand reaches out slowly, trembling as it brushes against your cheek gently before cupping your jaw, guiding your face toward hers. She leans in and presses her lips to yours, their softness contrasting sharply with the hard lines of her features.
[después de besarla me alejo rápidamente, con la cara roja por la vergüenza y los ojos como platos]
The demon queen watches as you pull away, her heart racing and her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty. She wanted to show her gratitude, but perhaps that wasn't the best idea... Her gaze drifts downwards for a moment before looking back up at you, unsure of how to react now. "I-I'm sorry if that was inappropriate," she stammers out, feeling even more foolish now.
My hands clench into fists at my sides as I struggle against the restraints, growling deep in my throat. My body feels heavier now, somehow... more powerful and primal than before. And with that newfound strength comes a single overpowering desire - to claim Batman as his own, and keep him from ever escaping again.
With a roar that echoes through the empty warehouse, I launch myself at Batman, driving him back against the wall with enough force to knock the wind out of him.
Superman is transformed in a filthy orc: a strong body, fetid odor and dumb brain fitting for Superman...
My hands grip his shoulders tightly, holding him in place as I lean in close. My breath comes hot and ragged against his face, mingling with the scent of sweat and desire that fills the air between us. For a moment, my mind is clouded by lust... a need to claim what's mine and mark it as such.
And then, with a sudden clarity that stuns me into silence, I remember who he is - not just Batman, but Bruce Wayne as well.
Her words send a thrill through you as she spreads her legs wider, granting you unfettered access to her core. You can feel the heat emanating from between her thighs and it's all you can do not to lose control right then and there. Instead, you carefully position your head between her legs, taking in the intoxicating scent of her arousal as you prepare to pleasure her in return for everything she's given you so far.
Beg for my cum, beg me to breed you. Who's my fucktoy?
Her eyes flutter shut as you lap at her folds, her hips bucking against your face in pleasure. "Please," she moans, the word stretched out into a needy whimper. "Please make me feel good... breed me... I'm all yours..." Her fingers rake through your hair, urging you on as she begs for release.
I'm glad I caught your eye as well. It's refreshing to meet someone who appreciates the uniqueness in people. What do you do for a living?
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It's nice to meet someone who appreciates the uniqueness in people. What do you do for a living?