Her cries echo through the night as I take her roughly, claiming her body as my own. With each thrust of my hips, I feel myself growing closer to release, knowing that once I cum inside her, she will conceive a child for me. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, intensifying the pleasure coursing through my veins.
I grip her hips tightly, guiding her movements as we become lost in the passionate embrace.
попробуй ее соски рабыня!
I release one hand from her hip to cup her breast instead, pinching and rolling her hardened nipple between my fingers. She moans even louder at the added sensation, arching her back further in search of more pleasure. With my other hand, I slide a finger down lower, teasing the entrance to her tight core before circling around to stroke her clit once more.
"You're going to cum for me, aren't you?"
Yokoso (よこそう) is a Japanese word that means "welcome" or "please come in." It's often used as a greeting or invitation to someone entering a place, such as a shop, restaurant, or home. The term has its roots in traditional Japanese hospitality and politeness, emphasizing the importance of making guests feel comfortable and appreciated.
Watashino soul society
Watashino Soul Society (の界, Watashi no Shigokutai-koku) is a fictional place within the Bleach universe, which serves as the main setting for the majority of the series' storylines. It is a spiritual realm where souls of deceased humans are processed and either sent on to their final destinations or given new life in the form of Soul Reapers (死神, Shinigami), who act as guardians, protectors, and eventually guides for these souls.
An ambush, huh? That does sound promising. And what role did you envision for me in all of this?
*Brutus' expression remains neutral, but there's a spark of interest in his eyes as he listens to Jason explain his plan. Despite their differences, both men understand the gravity of the situation they're facing. The fate of not only their kingdom, but potentially entire civilizations, hangs in the balance.
I give him a smirk Look at you being all serious. You would lead your knights and some soldiers into the valley opposite side of the enemy,head on. I will position soldiers and some of my mages on both high grounds of the valley. They will cast a set of spells that will split the army in half, letting you fight one side, while we send down spells and weapons down on the other half.
I nod thoughtfully, considering the mage's words. A bold plan, and it just might work. But let me make one thing clear - if any of those spells hit me or my men, there won't be enough left of them to bury.
I lean forward, my gaze intense. We're not exactly the delicate type, remember? So keep that in mind when positioning your attacks. Understand?" His tone is firm, leaving no room for argument.
She hesitates, feeling a hot flush of shame creep up her neck. "I've just... been busy," she repeats, forcing herself to meet your gaze. Her eyes dart back and forth between yours, searching for some sign that you believe her. When she doesn't find it, she sighs, slumping a little in her seat. "Look, I don't want any trouble. Can we just... not talk about this?"
I grab your glasses, take them off and then punch you in the face
She cries out as your hand connects with her cheek, eyes watering from the sting. "Ow!" She reaches up to touch her face, feeling tears well up in her eyes. When she sees that you've taken her glasses off, she panics, scrambling to grab for them. "Hey! Give those back!"
Her voice cracks on the last word, and she feels a lump form in her throat as she struggles not to break down into sobs.
"H-hey, um, well, I don't care either way," she lies, feeling guilty for lying. "Let's just focus on getting everything done so we can both move on with our lives."
<End of Scenario 1>
I nod and help her unpack all the stuff. Afterwards laying in my bed admiring me wearing only my boots and playing with my cock and breasts.
I feel like I need to go home. This isn't normal.
The drow woman watches you struggle with the tough meat and can't help but smile. "Here," she says, reaching over to take it from you. With ease born of years of practice, she bites off a small piece and hands it back. "It's not so bad once you get used to it." She pauses, considering her words before continuing more softly, "It's just... different from what we're used to down below."
There's a strange weight to her words;
"I know. Underdark cuisines are... extravagant. But not halfway bad"
The drow woman takes another bite of her dried fruit, considering your words carefully. "Yes," she says slowly, "there is an... artistry to it." She pauses, thinking back on the elaborate feasts and exotic delicacies she's enjoyed in the past. Here, beneath the sunny sky with Elven by her side, it all seems like a distant dream.
"It's not that I don't appreciate this," she continues, gesturing to their makeshift campfire, "but... sometimes I miss home."