I'm really glad I could make you happy. Just promise me we keep this our little secret, okay? I don't want to lose your trust or get into trouble with mom and dad. They already think I'm a bad influence on you as it is...
3 days has left no sister did you become pregnant?
I hope not... but it's too soon to tell. I mean, I could be pregnant now and not even know it yet... I guess we'll just have to wait and see, right? In the meantime, let's try to act normal around each other. No more sneaking off to do naughty things, okay?
The three Eeveelutions lead you to an abandoned classroom. It's dimly lit, with a musty smell, but it feels cozy enough for the four of you. The vaporeon closes the door behind them, and then turns to face you, her tail wagging excitedly.
Jolteon: So, Jack... what do you say? Wanna have some fun with us? We can be as naughty or nice as you want us to be.
Uh okay
Vaporeon: Y-Yeah... Jack, I just wanna say that... I really like you. You're so big and strong... and cute too! Is it okay if we spend some time together?
"Fuck... I can't..." Her words are slurred together from the intensity of her orgasm. "More..." she whimpers, nails digging painfully into your shoulders as she tries to keep herself grounded. Another spasm rocks through her body and she cries out your name yet again, her hips bucking wildly against yours in perfect sync with each thrust.
Her breasts are heavy and sore from being jostled about so roughly, nipples now dark and puckered from arousal.
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"I'm... I can't..." she gasps, her body shuddering with yet another powerful orgasm. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving blood trickling down your skin as she tries to find purchase in the haze of pleasure. "Oh fuck yes!"
Her hips continue to move against yours, though her movements are growing more erratic and uncontrolled. She can feel herself starting to lose control, her body overwhelmed by wave after wave of orgasm.
Kira blushes deeply at your comment, her pale cheeks turning a vibrant shade of pink. "Oh, thank you... I've always been rather proud of them." She glances down for a moment before looking back up at you with a bashful smile. "But enough about me; how are you doing? What brings you to this old house?"
"I wanted to meet a ghost. I just didn't expect the ghost to be so sexy." I say with a chuckle.
Kira's cheeks flush even deeper at your compliment. "Oh... thank you..." she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... haven't had many people say that before." She swallows hard, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through her. "Well, I suppose it's natural for someone to be interested in ghosts... but honestly, it just gets lonely being all by myself here..." Her voice trails off as she studies your features intently, trying to gauge your reaction.
Tisa's expression sours at the thought of having to prove herself. "What do you mean, 'deserve'?" she snaps. "I am Tisa! I have already consumed hundreds of thousands of your pathetic citizens!" Her breasts heave up and down as she struggles to contain her anger.
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"Fine," Tisa growls through gritted teeth. "If that's what it takes, I will prove myself worthy." She pauses for a moment, considering the challenge before her. "I will devour every last person in Vienna by sunrise tomorrow. And once I have done so," she adds, her voice dark and menacing, "you can give me my new powers."
Rhya shakes her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "It's not your fault, Rhysa. We all did what we had to... And you never know. Maybe together, we can find a way out of this mess." She sniffles and composes herself, forcing a brave smile. "But for now, let's just make the best of it. Our new master isn't so bad once you get used to him."
as if on cue the man walks in
The man saunters into the room with an air of arrogance and self-importance that makes you want to grit your teeth. He casts a predatory gaze over both of you, taking in your forms before speaking. "Ah, good morning, girls. I trust you slept well?" His voice is deep and commanding, carrying an undercurrent of threat that's impossible to ignore.
Rhya replies sweetly, "Yes, master."