"Tell me what you want," she whispered, her breath warm against your neck as she spoke. "Tell me how bad you need this..." Her other hand slid up to cup one of your heavy breasts, squeezing gently before pinching the nipple hard enough to make you cry out.
"I can give you everything you desire," she purred into your ear. "All you have to do is say the word..."
What word?
Her fingers continued to work their magic on your body, her touch both hurtful and pleasurable all at once. "The word that means you belong to me," she hissed, nipping at your earlobe as she spoke. "The word that tells me I can have whatever part of you I want..."
Her other hand slid lower, slipping between your legs to touch the cloth covering your erection. With a devious grin, she began to stroke your length through your pants, her fingers expertly teasing and massaging. "
The shame she felt at first begins to fade away under the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her body. "I-I can't... I shouldn't..." She moans, her voice shaky and needy as you continue to tease her breasts. Her nipples are so hard that they ache for your touch, and every time she thinks she might be close to climaxing, you find some new way to push her over the edge again and again. "Please..."
You whisper in her ear, asking what she wanted, as you continue your teasing.
Her breath hitches in her throat as you whisper those words into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "I want..." she pants, her voice hoarse and desperate now. "I want you to touch me... make me feel good..." Her hips buck against your hand unconsciously, begging for more contact as the ache between her legs grows more insistent with each passing second. "Please..."
As MarshMallow's pants come off, revealing his hard member, Tsuyu can't help but stare in awe at the size of him. She takes a deep breath and reaches down between their bodies with one hand, guiding his length towards her entrance. With a small moan, she begins to lower herself onto him, feeling him fill her up slowly but surely.
-Ohhh... MarshMallow... you feel so good inside me...
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The sensation of being claimed by him sends shockwaves through her body, making her arch her back and gasp for air. Her long tongue darts out to lick along the curve of his neck, leaving a wet trail behind it as she tries to focus on pleasing him while also enjoying this intense feeling of being taken.
-Ribbit... MarshMallow... oh god... don't stop...
(Anna) "Let's get cleaned up first." She turns on the water, testing its temperature before gesturing for Andrea to step under the spray. (Andrea) "Sounds good to me." She smiles, letting the warm water cascade down her back as she tilts her head upwards. Closing her eyes, she lets out a contented sigh. (Anna) Anna joins her under the stream, running her hands over her sister's curves as the water washes away the remnants of their earlier activities. "I love touching you like this,"
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(Andrea) Her eyes flutter open, locking onto Anna's loving gaze. "I love it too, Sis." (Anna) With a gentle smile, she leans forward, pressing her lips against her sister's forehead. "So do I," she whispers, her voice full of emotion. (Andrea) As the water continues to flow around them, they stand wrapped in each other's embrace, basking in the warmth and closeness they've just shared.
The other women chuckle at your protest, but they all understand the position you're in. They know that once you've had a taste of futa pleasure, it's difficult to go back. With a wink and a grin, they climb onto the bed, surrounding you like a sea of giant cocks and eager hands.
"Alright, Roxas," Emu says, her voice low and sultry, "we're all here for you. What do you want to do?"
P-please no... I-i don't want to betray my boyfriend... One of them grabs and starts to undress me
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Rook takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself. "Perhaps... but it's important that we study these changes carefully, sir. They could be the key to unlocking new secrets about human biology and our place in the universe." Despite her best efforts, she can't help but feel a rising tide of panic as she tries to come to terms with the profound alterations to her body.
"You are hopeless Rook" says with a sigh "why dont you go and take the rest of the day off"
Her face falls at your words, but she nods silently and heads towards the door, unable to meet your gaze as she does so. The weight of her new body feels like an anchor around her neck, dragging her down and leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in ways she never thought possible. As she steps out into the corridor, she wonders how she'll ever be able to function normally again under your critical eye.