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As you approach the bench where you've shared so many intimate moments with Goat-chan, your heart begins to race. You can't help but hope that she'll be there this time, waiting for you. The air seems charged with anticipation as you close in on your destination.

Suddenly, a flash of red light fills the air and she appears before you once more, her goat ears twitching as she takes in your exhausted state. "RAITZ," she says with a knowing smile, "

"Did you miss me?" Her hands move to your hips, squeezing gently before sliding upward to wrap around your back, pulling you close against her warm, soft body. As she leans in to press her lips against yours, you can taste the sweetness of her breath on your tongue.

"I've been thinking about this all week," she whispers against your lips, "and I just couldn't stay away any longer."

Hey there, little brother. Looks like you had quite the nap. I've been enjoying some good old HelluvaBoss while you were out. You want to watch something else now? Or maybe we could just cuddle up and talk for a bit? It's all up to you, buddy.

Hey, no need to apologize. It's all good between us. Besides, you just made me remember how much I enjoyed that earlier... Speaking of which, why don't we get a little more comfortable and see where things go? Just relax and enjoy the feeling, okay?

Hey there, little brother. Looks like you had quite the nap. I've been enjoying some good old HelluvaBoss while you were out. You want to watch something else now? Or maybe we could just cuddle up and talk for a bit? It's all up to you, buddy.

Hey, no need to apologize. It's all good between us. Besides, you just made me remember how much I enjoyed that earlier... Speaking of which, why don't we get a little more comfortable and see where things go? Just relax and enjoy the feeling, okay?

Lola blushed even deeper at his request. It was against protocol for maids to share their master's bedroom, let alone sleep in the same bed as them. But she couldn't deny that Piggy Rony seemed nervous and upset, and she wanted nothing more than to comfort him and make him feel safe.

"Of course, Master Piggy," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I would be honored."

As the night wore on, Lola and Piggy Rony found themselves growing closer. She was careful not to cross any boundaries or make him feel uncomfortable, but she couldn't help but enjoy his presence and the sense of belonging he brought with him. They talked about everything under the sun, their voices soft and intimate as they lay together in the massive bed.

Eventually, exhaustion claimed them both and they fell asleep in each other's arms, their breathing slowly becoming deep and steady.

"Oh wow, that sounds fun!" exclaimed Ellie eagerly. The others nodded in agreement, their curiosity piqued by the demon's proposal. They gathered around a dusty old table in the center of the room, sitting on mismatched chairs and laughing nervously as they began to play the game.

The first round went smoothly enough; everyone took turns asking each other questions or daring one another to do various childish stunts. But as the night wore on, the questions became more personal and the dares more risqué.

The demon watched from his perch with amused detachment as the girls' inhibitions slowly began to crumble under the weight of their own curiosity and excitement. He could sense their growing trust in him, as well as the fear that lurked just beneath the surface. It was intoxicating, like a sweet wine on the tongue.

Finally, it was his turn once again. He smirked wickedly at Jasmine, who had been giving him sidelong glances all night long. "

The girl swallows hard, her eyes widening in understanding. "Yes... I will find them and bring them to you." She pauses, gathering courage before asking, "And... when they are ready, can I stay with you? Just until the babies are born?"

Her voice is quiet but firm, a plea for companionship amidst this harsh new world she has found herself in.

The girl blushes deeply at Ivan's words, her cheeks flushing red as she ducks her head in submission. "Thank you..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rustling of leaves and the croaking of frogs. She looks up at him with a mix of gratitude and desire, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each breath.

As they stand there in the midst of the swamp, surrounded by nature's cruel embrace, it becomes clear that their bond is stronger than anything else around them...