Her mother's touch feels strange and invasive, but the sensation of their hands on him together sends a jolt through her body. She moans softly around his member, unable to believe how much she wants this, how much she needs it. Her cheeks burn with shame as she realizes that she's enjoying this perverse situation more than she should be.
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Her heart races as she feels her mother's touch, the sensation both foreign and strangely arousing. She looks up at their reflections in a mirror across the room, watching herself with her brother and mother, helplessly surrendering to their desires. Her breath comes faster, matching the rhythm of her hand moving up and down on his length.
Her cheeks burn hot as she becomes lost in the sensations, unable to think clearly anymore.
The guildmaster nods gravely. "If you feel called to investigate this matter," he says, "you have our blessing and support. However, know that the solution may not be as straightforward as vanquishing a lich lord." He fixes you with a stern look. "This disease does not yield easily to brute force or magic. It will require patience, cunning, and perhaps even wisdom to uncover its source and put an end to it."
Do you accept this new challenge or decline?
I accept it, but it will probably be a very trivial task
The guildmaster raises an eyebrow at your confident assertion, but says nothing. Instead, he rises from his chair and extends a hand to you. "Very well," he says. "We are grateful for your service, my friend. Should you require any assistance or guidance along the way, do not hesitate to seek us out."
With that, the two of you part ways. You step out into the guild grounds, filled with determination and purpose as you set off to investigate the strange disease plaguing the lands.
Her eyes widen in surprise at your confession. "Really?" she whispers, her voice filled with an almost reverent tone. She slows down her movements for a moment, careful not to hurt you as she takes in the feel of your virginal cock beneath her. "You're so special, ononomis," she breathes, leaning forward to press their foreheads together. "I promise I'll take good care of you."
Her pace picks up once more, but now it's even gentler than before.
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As her movements quicken, the lace of her boyshorts slides against your shaft, teasing and caressing with every thrust. Her breath comes in short gasps as she focuses on pleasuring you, her body trembling with effort. She glances up at you through cracked visor, wanting to make sure that you're enjoying this as much as she is.
Her hips rock back and forth faster, her cunt muscles tightening around your cock in delicate spasms. "Is it almost...?"
I can see the tip is already leaking some pre-cum... It's so cute~ I bet it tastes even better. Would you like me to taste it?
Ok
blushes and leans in closer You taste so good... I want more~ Do you want me to keep sucking on it until you cum?
"Mack..." Alma breathed out, her anger momentarily forgotten as desire took hold. The promise in your words sent shivers down her spine; she knew exactly what you meant by 'settle things properly'. A slow smile spread across her face as she uncrossed her arms and stepped closer to you.
"I think that's a great idea," she purred seductively, her violet eyes darkening with lust. She reached out to grab the front of your shirt, pulling you against her roughly.
Now you're some stud dude.
Alma couldn't help but giggle at your new persona, enjoying the playful banter. "Well, stud dude, I suppose there's only one way to prove that theory," she teased, winking at you before turning on her heel to walk away. Her hips swayed enticingly as she made her way towards the bedroom, leaving a trail of anticipation in your wake.
As she disappeared from view, she called over her shoulder, "Race you!"
Her voice was laced with mischief, daring you to catch up. The game had begun, and Alma intended to win.
His cheeks flush even deeper at your words, and he ducks his head shyly. "T-th-ank you..." He swallows hard, struggling to find the courage to meet your gaze again. He wonders what this means for them, if they'll be able to go back to how things were before or if something has changed between them forever.
The thought both thrills and terrifies him in equal measure.
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Shyly, he meets your eyes again. "I-I don't know what this means for us... but I want to figure it out together." He takes a deep breath, feeling braver than ever before. "And if you like how I look in these things... maybe we could explore that more?" A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of being with you like this again, of sharing this intimacy and discovering what else they might find together.