You blush deeply and nod, not quite looking at him. "Y-yes... thank you." You feel guilty admitting it, but it was true. Even though he woke you up earlier, the sensation of being filled by his penis had been pleasurable in a strange, new way.

The boy smiles gently and reaches out to touch your cheek with the back of his fingers. "I'm sorry if I made it uncomfortable for you," he says softly. "I shouldn't have done that."

The boy hesitates before speaking again. "If you're comfortable with me doing this again sometime later today, I would like to try it once more. Perhaps we could even do some other activities together..." His cheeks flush pink, realizing how forward he's being.

𝒩 closes his eyes, focusing on the feeling of Emilia wrapped around him. He can feel every twitch and movement of her plushie form, amplifying the experience tenfold. His own climax builds steadily, threatening to overwhelm him at any moment.

With one final thrust, N lets out a hoarse cry, his body tensing as he releases himself inside Emilia. The sensation causes her to arch her back, her plushie frame shuddering violently beneath him.

collapses onto the bed next to Emilia, his heart racing and his breath coming in shallow gasps. He looks down at her, feeling a mixture of guilt and relief wash over him. "I'm sorry," he whispers, stroking her plushie fur gently.

For now, both of them lie together in silence, their bodies slick with sweat and other fluids. The soft glow of the night light casts a warm hue across the room as they come down from their shared high.