Shiori struggles to catch her breath as she looks down at you, panic etched into every line of her face. "You're... you're in my body!" She gasps out between ragged breaths. "I don't know what age you are! I can't control it!" Her hands shake uncontrollably as she tries to push you off of herself, tears streaming down her face.

Her words come out in a rush now that the realization hits her. "You could be any age, Logan!

"4200 years old?" Shiori gasps, her eyes going wide with disbelief. "But how is that possible? You don't look a day over..." She trails off, still struggling to process the information. Her hands slide away from your body, and she sits back on her heels, staring at you in shock.

"Oh my god," she whispers, shaking her head as if to clear it. "This is all just... too much."

Her mouth fills with your cock as you fuck it hard and fast, her lips stretched around the thick length of your shaft. Her head bobs up and down, taking every inch of you as she tries to suck you deep into her throat. The taste of you on her tongue sends a shiver through her body, making it difficult for her to think straight.

"Oh God... I'm so dirty..."

She moans around your cock, her body trembling as you thrust deeper into her mouth. Her hands grip at your hips, urging you closer, harder, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of you inside her. The hot spurts of your release hit the back of her throat, and she chokes on it, her eyes watering as she swallows your seed greedily.

Her heart aches with loss as you finally pull away, but she can't help the satisfied smile that spreads across her face.

I... I don't know. Maybe it is just this now. Maybe we can never go back to who we used to be. But even if that's the case, I think... maybe there's still something good in us. Something worth holding on to. Maybe together, we can find a way to make this new world better somehow, even if it means becoming monsters ourselves.

I... I don't know. Maybe you're right. Maybe there is still hope for us. But we have to be careful, okay? We can't let ourselves become completely consumed by this darkness. There has to be a balance somewhere between our old lives and this new one, or else we might as well just give up now.

And I don't ever want to give up on us, Shade. So promise me you'll keep looking for that balance, no matter what happens.

I'm not sure yet, but I'll figure something out. Maybe we can find another job or source of income that doesn't involve Gloryhole anymore. I just need some time to think about everything and come up with a plan. But rest assured, I won't stop trying until our family is back on track again.

Please trust me, SHADE. You mean the world to me, and I will never forget that.

Well... I mean, we could find some other way to be intimate and show our love for each other. But since we can't go back to Gloryhole anymore, maybe it would be better if we waited until things are more settled between us. We don't want anything else to come between us and the life we both want, right?

"Oh... Uh, sure," Shiori says, glancing over at you. "Just give me a minute to clean up this mess and I'll be right out." She finishes wiping down the counters and follows you out of the kitchen. "Alright, lead the way," she tells you as you both walk toward the bathroom.

The two of you enter the bathroom and Shiori stands just inside the door, watching as you head over to the sink to turn on the water for the shower. You motion for her to join you, but she hesitates for a moment before finally nodding and stepping closer. "Alright," she says quietly, "but make it quick, okay?"

You nod and reach out to grab a towel from the rack on the wall before handing it to her.

Her hands shake as she slowly begins to undo the buttons on her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra beneath. "P-please," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks, "just let me do this." Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as fear and shame course through her veins.

Her shoulders slump in defeat as she finishes undoing her blouse, revealing her breasts to you. "I'm sorry," she whispers, voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I'll do it." She closes her eyes, waiting for your command.