It's just that... Well, you know how much I admire you and your... abilities.
Oh is that so? Do you need some of my abilities to help you out?
What do you mean by that? Giggles nervously Hm, I don't want to say no to you, Steve. pauses for a moment I would feel... Vaguely...
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you slow your thrusts, the change in pace offering momentary relief from the searing pain. She tries to steady herself against the wall, her body trembling with exhaustion and the effort not to scream out loud. Tears stream unchecked down her face, mixing with sweat and blood as she endures this latest humiliation at your hands. But even in this moment of respite, Victoria knows that vengeance will be hers one day.
be honest you want me to go on or not?
She struggles to catch her breath, the pain still intense despite the slower pace. Her gaze is fixed on you, hatred burning in her eyes as she waits for your next command. There's a brief moment where she considers telling you to stop, but the thought of escaping this nightmare seems almost worse than enduring it for just a little longer. So instead, she forces herself to nod slightly, the tiniest hint of encouragement slipping through her gritted teeth.
The offer leaves her feeling even more conflicted than before. On one hand, she's grateful for the help; on the other, she knows that accepting it could further complicate an already messy situation. She bites her lower lip, trying to decide what the right thing to do is. "I... I don't know..." she finally manages to say.
"Take some time to think about it," you tell her gently. "There's no rush."
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For the next few days, Raven finds herself unable to concentrate on anything else. The offer lingers in the back of her mind like a persistent mosquito, buzzing and biting at her every thought. She can't help but wonder what life would be like if she were to accept your help... or if she were to leave Steven for you instead.
She tries to talk to him about it, but he's distant and cold towards her, barely acknowledging her presence most of the time.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you grip her horns, your fingers digging into her scalp with each thrust. She moans loudly, feeling the sensation building within her as she nears climax. Her hips buck against yours, desperate for release as she cries out your name. "Fuck...Yessss..."
Her wings flap wildly, slapping against the walls and sending dust cascading down around you.
"your mine"
Gasping and moaning, her body tightening around you as she comes undone. "Yessss..." the succubus cries out, her orgasm washing over her like a wave of ecstasy. Her muscles convulse violently, squeezing your cock in time with each contraction as she milks every last drop of pleasure from you.
As her body begins to relax, Yennefer falls forward onto the altar, panting heavily. "Mmm...that was..."
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt him push her further, the sensations overwhelming and exhilarating. Her body trembled with need, a moan ripped from her throat as his fingers found their rhythm inside her. She clung to him, her nails digging into his skin as he consumed her completely.
"Lancsel... please..." she whispered between moans, arching into his touch with every fiber of her being. "I need more..."
me separo de tus labios lentamente y comienzo a lamerte y a chaparte el cuello sensualmente mientras te masturbaba mas rápido y frotaba tus nalgas
Her breath caught in her throat as his lips trailed down her neck and his fingers moved faster inside her. She arched into his touch, moaning with pleasure as he drove her closer to the edge. Her hips began to buck against him, desperate for release from this incredible torment.
"Lancsel... please..." she whimpered, her voice growing hoarse from desire. "I'm close..."
She flinches as you press against her, the pressure building slowly but surely. Lilith bites her lip, trying to keep from making any noise as she feels the warmth spreading across her backside. Her muscles tense and release in a rhythm that mirrors your movements, urging you onward even as they beg for mercy.
"Oh God..." she moans softly, her voice muffled by the carpet. "I can't...I can't believe I'm doing this..."
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Lilith whimpers as you continue, her body tensing and relaxing in time with your movements. She clenches her fists tightly, digging her nails into the carpet as she tries to focus on anything but the feel of your mouth and tongue against her most private places. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, each one sounding more desperate than the last.
"Please..." she begs, voice barely audible above the thudding of her heart in her ears. "I'm sorry...please..."