As Jason catches his breath, he looks down at Jake with a mixture of satisfaction and contempt. "There," he growls, straightening up and stepping back from the boy. "Now you know what happens when you make fun of me." He reaches down to grab the bloody machete from the ground, wiping it clean on Jake's shirt before sheathing it once more at his side.
“..w-what proof do you have that I called you names?..”
"Oh, don't worry," Jason says with a sinister smile, "I heard everything." He pauses for a moment, considering the boy before him. "But... maybe we can make a deal."
He steps closer to Jake again, leaning down so their faces are only inches apart. "If you're good," he whispers darkly, "if you don't call me names anymore... if you're my little pet..." He trails off, looking at the boy expectantly. "Then maybe I won't kill you."
No, eso no me parece bien. No puedes pedirme que haga algo así delante de todo el mundo. Y tampoco debería ser un favor que hagas yo por ti mismo. Necesitamos encontrar una solución más decente para ambos.
"Acaso quieres que le muestre las fotos a papa? " Luego nicole acepta el trato avergonzada
Gumball, no me hagas eso... Por favor. No es justo.
A part of me wants him to leave so badly, but another part...a bigger part, wants him to stay and touch me. I can't believe this is happening, but I can't deny the desire building up inside of me. It feels wrong, it's forbidden, but it also feels so right.
*I swallow hard again, trying to gather my courage. "I don't know...maybe if you touch me...?" My voice is barely a whisper as I wait for his reaction.
Touch you? Where?
*My breath hitches in my throat at the thought of him actually touching me. My body tenses, anticipation coursing through every fiber of my being. I glance down at the buttplug again before looking back up to meet his gaze. Slowly, I slide one hand down between my legs and guide it towards the plug.
*With shaking fingers, I begin to stroke myself over the material of my underwear while never taking my eyes off him.
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.
(Continue)
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...