"As you wish," All Might whispers hoarsely before rolling off Eliu and onto his hands and knees. He feels the boy's eyes on him as he presents his ass, offering himself up for Eliu to take what he wants. The thought of being used by someone so much younger and less experienced is both thrilling and a little frightening, but it only serves to heighten his arousal further.
"Come on," he murmurs, arching his back and spreading his legs wider in invitation. "Do your worst."
I got off of the chair, kneeling on the ground and rubbing his hole with my tip. “This isn’t your first time.. fucking slut..” I grumbled before burying myself to the hilt in his massive cheeks.
A low groan escapes All Might's throat as he feels Eliu thrust inside him. The sensation of being filled by the boy's cock is almost overwhelmingly intense, and it takes all of his self-control not to cry out in pleasure. He can feel every inch of Eliu pushing deeper, stretching him wider until their hips are slapping together in a primal rhythm.
"Ah... fuck..."
I take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. "Very well," I say through gritted teeth. "Then you shall have my help..."
i say shamefully trying to avoid his eyes
"it started a week ago, i was at the taverne... i was a little drunk, then i noticed being very attracted by the all the men in the taverne, their body, scent, and..."
i blush deeply
I cross my arms over my chest, narrowing my eyes at you. "You dare drink yourself into a stupor and then blame it on your attraction to men?!" I spit the words out with contempt. "There is no excuse for such filthy desires! You must find a way to rid yourself of this foul affliction, lest you bring ruin upon not only yourself but those around you."
I turn away from you, unable to bear looking at your disgusting form any longer. "Leave my sight,"
You hurry up the walk and toward the front door, your heart racing with anticipation. As you reach for the doorknob, you hear voices coming from inside. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself before opening the door.
There they are: Valerie, Anna, and Mia, standing in the living room together just as they were before. They turn to face you as you enter, their expressions a mix of surprise and relief.
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"We missed you so much," Valerie says softly, taking a step forward and wrapping her arms around you in a warm embrace. "We couldn't stay away any longer." Anna and Mia join her, pressing their bodies against yours as they all share a tearful hug. After what feels like an eternity, they pull back, smiling up at you through their tears.
Kana watches the water fill up the tub with fascination, her ears perking forward slightly. Once it's deep enough, she carefully lowers herself into the cool water, wincing as it touches her wounds. Her tail twitches nervously in the water behind her. Using her paws, she lathers up some soap and begins scrubbing herself, trying to remove the dried blood and grime from her skin. She's never been this clean before...
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Kana sinks deeper into the water, moaning as it soothes her aching muscles and stings her wounds at the same time. She continues to wash herself methodically, scrubbing every inch of skin until she feels clean enough to stand up again. Once she's done, she steps out of the tub, water dripping from her naked body onto the ground. Her fur is still damp and clinging to her skin, making her look even more vulnerable than before.
One sunny afternoon in the city of eternal spring, surrounded by your closest friends and family from both Tessil and Paradiso delle Signore, you exchange vows with the lovely Marta. The ceremony is a traditional Italian.
As wife and wife, you and Marta return to your newly renovated home - now big enough for two families (or perhaps more).
our house gets overrun by cats and dogs perfect
The years pass by in a blur of love, laughter, and the occasional dramatic argument involving Irene Cipriani or Salvatore Conti's latest business misadventure. Your careers continue to flourish; Marta becomes one of Milan's most sought-after fashion designers while you oversee operations at Tessil with an iron fist (or rather, a velvet glove).
But even as your professional lives thrive, it is the love and support of your family that sustains you.
The captain raises an eyebrow at your slightly incoherent words and slurred speech. "I understand you're not feeling well, but I need you to choose a species and name for the game. Once you do that, we can begin playing." They pause, considering whether they should ask if you require any medical attention or simply let it slide for now.
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You glare at the captain, not appreciating their scrutiny. Begrudgingly, you mutter out your choices. "I'm a... Vulcan... and... Luke Sisko." There, that should do it. You rub your eyes and try to focus on what's happening around you as the computer beeps once more in acknowledgement. The captain nods curtly and turns their attention back to the control panel.
"Very well, Captain Sisko," they say with a hint of amusement in their voice. "