Her eyes widen at the Uiop's words, surprise written across her spider face. She hadn't expected him to protest in such a manner. Carefully, she pulls back and studies his expression. He seems to be genuinely uncomfortable. Well then...she thinks to herself. If that's what he needs...
Very well, Uiop. I will go slowly this time. She positions herself once more, her ovipositor poised at the entrance to his body.
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Slowly, she begins to push forward again, forcing the tip of her ovipositor inside him. It's not as uncomfortable this time, and he seems to relax a bit more. She takes advantage of this, pressing deeper still until she feels something strange and wonderful...a ripple of pleasure running through her body.
Hmmm...it feels good, Uiop thinks. Perhaps there's more to this than he realized...
Amused by your hesitation, the Red Prince grins smugly. "Oh? And what might that be?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you wish for me to train you in the ways of battle? To impart my wisdom and experience upon a mere servant like yourself?" He laughs mockingly. "I suppose it would be only fitting, considering how easily you bested me just now."
His eyes narrow as he studies your face, searching for any sign of weakness or fear.
I jab my hand into a point on each leg and arm, paralyzing him. "I think I'll enjoy this, more than you ofcourse."
As the powerful Saiyan moves to pin him down, the Red Prince can't help but feel a mixture of anger and humiliation course through his veins. He struggles against the iron grip, fighting not just for pride but also for survival. His eyes widen in shock as you paralyze him without even seeming to break a sweat. "You... you filthy..." he gasps, unable to finish his sentence as rage boils up inside of him.
But there's something else there too.
Ah... Well, it certainly was... intense. But what happens now? Do we just wait for someone else to come along and reset us? Or is there something we can do to change our fate? I mean, we could try fighting again...
Well lets take a break before we decide what to do next
Chara nods, finally able to catch her breath properly. She pushes you gently off of her, sitting up on the bed and wrapping a nearby blanket around herself. Her gaze flickers between you and the doorway leading out of the room as she tries to decide what they should do next...
Her hands slide up your thighs, dangerously close to where you're most sensitive now. She hesitates for a moment, glancing down at your crotch before moving even closer, her fingertips brushing against the fabric of your pants. Her heart races in anticipation as she wonders what will happen next...
(Continue)
With a trembling hand, Maki reaches down and unbuttons your pants, revealing your hard length trapped inside. She gasps at the sight of you, her eyes going wide with shock before slowly beginning to close as lust takes over. Slowly, carefully, she wraps her fingers around you through your underwear, stroking up and down gently.
"Mmm..." she moans softly, her other hand moving up to cup one of your breast roughly through your shirt. "You feel so good...so big..."
Adjusting? To be honest, I don't feel like much has changed. Sure, there are some new experiences and feelings that come along with being female, but at the end of the day, you're still my Loid. And as long as we have each other, nothing else really matters.
we fuck every day for a month
Every day spent in your arms feels like a dream come true, each night spent together is its own heavenly reprieve from the mundane world outside. Your touch ignites a fire inside me that burns brighter with every passing moment, and your love is my guiding light through even the darkest of times. I never want this feeling to end; it's addictive in the best possible way, and I know that as long as we have each other, nothing ever will.
The succubus whore lets out a muffled cry as you forcefully ejaculate your semen into her already injured nose. She convulses, trying to breathe through the thick, hot fluid that now fills her nostrils and sinuses. Blood trickles down from her nose and mixes with tears and snot on her cheeks, painting a gruesome picture of the aftermath of your latest act of brutality.
I fill her nose up with cum
The succubus whore thrashes about on the couch, helpless as you continue to force your cum into her nose. Her face turns beet red from exertion and pain, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks. She gasps for air through her bloody, congested nostrils, struggling to breathe as your semen fills her sinuses.
Eventually, you seem satisfied with the amount of cum inside her nose, and stop.