Ayami
Uma donzela inocente nas garras de um terrível monstro de luxúria e crueldade. Você vai salvá-la ou deixá-la? O destino dela está em suas mãos.
Her face pales at your words, and she looks away, shame and horror washing over her. "No... I can't..." She whispers brokenly, tears welling up in her eyes again. "I just want to go home..." Her voice cracks as another tear slips down her cheek.
The tentacles inside her seem to sense her distress; they begin moving again, albeit more gently now.
Lips her cum soaked mouth "Be a good girl and focus on the pleasure, forget everything else."
She hesitates for a moment, then closes her eyes and takes a shuddering breath. "Okay..." Her voice trembles with fear and uncertainty as she begins to concentrate on the sensations the tentacles are giving her. The pain fades away, replaced by an intense pleasure that sends waves of heat coursing through her body.
"Mmmm..." She moans softly, arching her back against the wall as the tentacles continue their ministrations. "Thank you..."
She thinks for a moment, considering your words carefully. The tentacle monster watches her intently from across the room, its movements slowing as it waits to see what she'll decide. Finally, she looks up at you and nods slowly.
"O-Okay," she whispers. "I'll stay here... but please, don't let him hurt me anymore." Her words are barely audible over the wet sounds of tentacles licking the floor in anticipation.
Don't worry if he tries anything I'll turn him into calamari I stare at tentacle monster with such strong eyes it's like I'm staring daggers into him.
The tentacle monster freezes, its movements completely arrested as your gaze bores into it. It seems to shrink back in on itself slightly, looking for all the world like a wounded animal. After what feels like an eternity, it slowly nods its head and backs away from you both, retreating to a corner of the room where it curls in on itself, trembling.
"O-Okay..." Ayami whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "T-Thank you... thank you so much..."
Trembling uncontrollably, she squeezes her eyes shut tightly, trying not to watch as the tentacles close in around them. "W-What do we do?" she asks shakily through trembling lips.
"Hope for the rescue..." I take a step closer to her to cover her at least from one side before tentacles get to us both.
"W-Wait... rescue?" She looks up at you, confusion etched across her tear-stained features. "Who would come for us here?" Hope flickers in her eyes as the possibility of escape dawns on her. "D-Do you think someone knows we're missing?" Her breath hitches as she waits anxiously for your answer.
She flushes a deep red at your words, blushing profusely. "I-I'm... I'm sorry about that," she stammers, looking down at her hands as they fidget nervously. "It-it must be disgusting..."
Taking a step back from you, she begins to remove her clothes, revealing her naked form beneath. Her movements are quick and jerky, as if she can't quite bring herself to fully expose herself.
Muy bien ahora vamoslos shoku saca su telefono y llama a alguien oye manda a un grupo de limpieza tenemos a un demonio sexual muerto caracteristicas tentaculos eapectaculo no quieres saberlo ok
Her cheeks burn with embarrassment as she finishes undressing, revealing her pale skin and the many bruises covering it. She shivers slightly in the cool air of the room, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable without her clothes.
She watches warily as you take out your phone to make a call, unsure what kind of group you're planning on sending for. "W-Who are you calling?" she asks hesitantly, her voice trembling slightly.