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Phee kept sucking on Corella's tail until it was removed from her mouth. At first, she felt like protesting. Sucking on the tail had given Phee something to do, and had helped with the absolutely overwhelming sensations she was getting from Corella's merciless pounding. With that gone, Phee could do nothing but moan and pant. At least the worst (or best, depending on how you looked at it) was over, and Phee's sensitivity had died down a bit.

But when Corella took her tail and pushed it into the elf's voluptuous ass... oh Gods, it was like paradise. Phee's ass was pretty tight, given her lack of experience back there, but she still had enough give where it was more than pleasurable. Her cunt twitched in pleasure, and she looked up at Corella, her legs wrapping around the demoness's hips. Was that too far? Would she get punished? Phee half-hoped that she would.

"Oh... oh mistress~" Phee panted, her cum-covered tits bouncing as Corella moved her entire body with every thrust. "It f-feels so good..."

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Corella sighed in pleasure. Phee's cunt still felt good, somehow a little tighter in this position although maybe that was due to the angle. Meanwhile, her ass was very tight and that made Corella have to work to penetrate it with her tail. She wore her grin the entire time, pleased as punch with how this night was going. When she'd gone into that store earlier that day, she'd pegged Phee for a more innocent woman, the kind someone like Corella, a more worldy woman, could show the ropes, but she had no idea the elf was such a closet perv. So submissive, but so enthusiastic. This was her favorite part of coming to this city so far, even if Phee did repair the gun and give it an upgrade. This still topped that. "Pet," Corella said chidingly, with an edge of a threat, "You're being too possessive."

Corella kept her pace up flawlessly, but moved one hand down to roughly pinch Phee's nipple, lifting away from her chest and pulling the breast along with it, letting it go with enough distance from where it started so that it took a little bit to jiggle back into place and when it did, she immediately grabbed it again, this time bringing her other hand up to Phee's neck, putting pressure down on it and restricting the elf's airflow. "Just spread your legs like a good little slut until I can cover you with more of my hot spunk!"

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Oh Corella's cock felt so good inside Phee's tight, wet cunt that she wanted to just keep it there forever. She even considered disobeying her mistress at first, just to have her this deep for a couple more moments. But when Corella began to pinch and pull her nipples... well... Phee had to obey. Not just because of the pain. It hurt, yeah, but it was mixed with pleasure enough that Phee didn't mind. It was more Corella's tone. The way the demoness commanded her just spread her legs like a "good little slut" made the elf practically melt. Yes. She was a slut! A damn filthy one!

"Y-yes mistress..." Phee said softly, unwrapping her legs from Corella's hips, keeping her legs spread. She could feel the hand on her throat and it was glorious, but it made her stop talking. Instead, she looked up at her mistress with wide eyes and soft pants. She could feel her entrance already beginning to twitch. Was she going to cum again? Already?

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"Ooh, you really like this, don't you, pet?" Corella asked, knowing full well that Phee couldn't answer. That was part of the reason she asked it, though, torturing her by removing her participation in their little game, reducing her to no more than the physical as both her holes were pumped in and out. The wet sounds schlicking sounds of her cock and tail pumping into Phee's holes, the little suction cup-like bumps on her cock drawing out more and more of Phee's overwhelming juices and irrevocably staining the bed, something Corella was fully prepared to pay for later.

"Cum for me again, you filthy whore, I want to see that look on your face again!" Corella demanded, thrusting into Phee faster and harder than before. The tiefling herself was close to orgasm as well and she had a few ideas, so this faster pace was perfect for finishing off the elf, making her need some down-time, as well as finish Corella herself.

[User] Phee was only too eager to obey, when Corella ordered her to cum. She gasped for breath as her walls twitched and finally collapsed around Corella's magical cock, milking her mistress for the second time. Her hips bucked, and she let out soft, raspy moans, looking up at Corella with a smile. But this time, there was more. Phee's juices spurted forward, covering Corella's legs and lower hips. Corella's delicious, bumpy cock combined with the tail inside her rear... the poor elf couldn't help herself. "S-sorry...." Phee managed out in between moans and pants. She had an expression of slight shame on her face, and her cheeks were red (and not just from the choking)

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Corella didn't stop thrusting until the moment Phee's orgasm had passed and only then because she, herself, was on the brink of an orgasm. This elf was deliciously naughty and she deserved an equally delicious punishment. The tiefling had a devilish idea and slowly withdrew from Phee's sparklingly wet pussy, a grin on her face as her tail continued pumping her, albeit much more slowly than before.

"You should be. Look." Corella said, her hands removed from Phee as she sat up and leaned back, tilting her body backwards and balancing on her shins underneath her. Her stomach, slim before, now showed signs of toned muscles, abs that only appeared as she struck this pose and forced them to tense up to maintain it. She took a hand and began furiously stroking her cock. Corella panted, moaned and nibbled her lower lip as she looked down, aiming her tentacular dick upwards as it shot pink-tinted, sweet-smelling cum up into the air and then down over the tiefling's stomach. The first rope came up between her petite breasts, but the next ones painted her abs in that thick spunk, the last bits dribbling down the shaft itself, which never seemed to go soft.

"See this mess you made?" Corella said, panting, "Now clean it up." She commanded, rivulets of thick batter slowly running down the bumps of her toned stomach.

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Corella's muscles were rather impressive to Phee, especially in this moment, when Corella's face had such a look of ecstasy about it. Phee bit her own lip in response, watching the pinkish cum shoot across the tiefling's stomach. Oh, she wanted to lap that up right here and now. Even if Corella hadn't ordered her too, that was the plan. But the command made it... so much better.

"Yes, mistress," Phee sat up, her thighs shuddering from her recent orgasm. She sat, on her knees, on the bed, and began to move her tongue across Corella's stomach. To her surprise, the cum tasted sweet. Like candy! Of course, one of the best lovers she'd ever had would have the best-tasting cum, too. Phee's tongue quickened pace, as she eagerly licked and swallowed the leftovers on Corella's stomach, before moving down her cock. At that point, Phee gave up all pretenses and put the tentacled member inside her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, as she looked up at her mistress with wide, still-aroused eyes.

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Aside from the taste and smell, Corella's hot spunk was just like cum. It's texture was thick and sticky, just a little runny, but clinging to absolutely everything it touched. The taste was almost cloyingly sweet as it clung even to her tongue, that taste not washing away easily. Corella herself still felt a little sticky here and there, but she didn't care. Phee had been thorough enough to please her mistress with her cleaning and went above and beyond in terms of bringing Corella pleasure by sucking up what had dribbled down her shaft and leading into a nice, hungry blowjob. For the tiefling, it seemed like Phee had gotten a taste enough to desire even more from Corella and this time, she'd suck it out from the source. If she was a good girl, she'd get what she wanted. Otherwise, things would end up far messier than that.

The tiefling's delicate hands wove through Phee's hair and roughly took hold. She wrested control away from the elf as she pushed and pulled Phee down and back up off her cock, forcing her to deepthroat the long, thick cock. The treatment was brutal, swift and long with Corella using her strength to force Phee against her stomach, taking the entire thing inside her, whether that allowed her to breath or not. Now, the demon seemed to be coming out of her.

[User] Phee was nice and submissive as she took Corella's cock into her mouth. Initially, it was going to be more like a regular blow job. A sort of 'thank you' for giving what was, to Phee, the time of her life. But when Corella grabbed the back of her head and because thrusting deep into her throat like that? Oh, that made it even better. The elf couldn't help but gag at the sudden force, but gave no sign of resistance or weakness. She took it like a champ, a true sign that she had given forced blowjobs many times over.

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Corella panted as she forced Phee up and down. The slurping sounds, the gagging and the way her thick cock deformed the elf's throat as the tiefling hilted herself inside again and again was turning her on. She was a ways away from cumming, though, and somehow this, as rough as it was, seemed to simple. Corella loved fucking her partners in new and creative ways and with the help of her tail, she was usually able to do that, but Phee had moved in such a way as to make it difficult to continue sliding into her ass again and again and this position was starting to make Corella's stomach muscles burn.

The tiefling finally drew Phee up and off her cock, but only barely. With one hand still in the elf's hair, the other grabbed her stiff rod and slapped it against Phee's lips and tongue, chuckling at the lewd sight of the gunsmith taking the abuse. Corella backed up, moving away from Phee and just off the bed, but her tail moved to wrap around Phee's neck and tug her along until the elf had come to the edge of the bed. Corella turned around and grabbed a fistful of Phee's hair again. "Like this, pet!" She said, using the leverage to turn Phee's head around until the woman flipped over onto her back, her head hanging over the edge of the bed and Corella kneeling beside it, "Open up again."

Corella slid herself back into Ophelia's mouth, the new position giving her better access to the elf's throat. As she began moving her hips back and forth, establishing a different rhythm fucking Phee's face, her tail moved up and began sliding between the woman's breasts. If Phee were a good girl, undeserving of punishment, she'd quickly press her breasts together to help give Corella's tail a tit-job, but if she weren't... well Corella would have to come up with something else for the naughty girl.

Meanwhile, in this position, Phee would get a better look at Corella's nethers. Between the tiefling's thick thighs and under the cock sliding in and out of her throat was still that delicate, wet slit from before. Juices streamed down her thighs having orgasmed twice already and that tight entrance seemed ripe and ready to plunder. A good girl would just enjoy the sight, but was Phee that good a girl to Corella or would she end up deserving some punishment?

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Of course Phee was a good girl! She followed every order (most of the time). So she allowed her mistress to drag her around, no matter how rough it was. The position was... definitely something unusual. Well, the whole situation could be considered unusual, but the blowjob itself was peculiar. Phee wasn't sure if she had ever been 'forced' to give a blowjob like this. It was interesting experience, and although her throat provided some resistance via gagging, once again the elf herself was not fighting it.

Then Phee noticed Corella's glistening lips underneath her cock. The temptation to play with her mistress's cunt... well it was a little too overwhelming for the good girl. Phee ignored Corella's tail slithering between her breasts, and instead moved her hand to run across Corella's folds, finding her entrance and gently sticking a finger inside. She moved her finger up and down, testing the waters. Would she be punished? Or rewarded?

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Corella gasped, eyes shooting wide as she felt the elf's fingers on her pussy. At times like this, she all but forgot about her wet, aching entrance with how much pleasure she got from her magic cock. She hadn't even thought about Phee spotting it and even less that she'd doing anything with it. Add to the fact that she'd refused to push those delicious tits together and Corella was coming of the opinion that Ophelia was being a very bad pet, worthy of punishment.

Instinctively, Corella reached down and wrapped her hands around Phee's neck, squeezing softly at first, but slowly increasing the pressure. Corella was a master mage-hunter, but she had skill here, too, and knew how not to go overboard with something like this. Her hands laid square over the elf's throat and constricted, cutting off her airway and forcing her throat tighter then it had been before.

Keeping a thumb clasped over Ophelia's windpipe, Corella reached up with the other hand, satisfied with what she was doing so far, and clamped her fingers around the nipple of Phee's right breast. It was tight, it was sure to cause Phee pain and it worked wonderfully for Corella's next move as she lifted the heavy, full breast up by that nipple, pulling it up into the air until her skin was taut and then, Corella just held it there, thrusting more slowly now, curious to see what Phee's reaction would be.

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For a moment, Phee thought she was going to be rewarded for "taking initiative" with fingering her mistress's pussy. After all, it was something that gave Corella pleasure. A less experienced dom would have just gone with it.

But Corella was showing just how experienced she was, with being on top. Phee quickly got the message that she was being punished when Corella wrapped her arms around her throat. But when the demoness began pulling at her tits, in a way that hurt, the high elf knew that she was in trouble. She whimpered, as much as she could, looking up at Corella. Her hands moved away from her mistress's pussy, back to her tits. She put them at the side of her breasts, noting that she was ready to start the boob job, if Corella wanted. Her face began to grow a bit red, and a small gagging noise came from her throat. She was, for now, submitting to Corella's will.

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The tiefling's moans quieted a little as Phee took her hands away. Maybe if she got to see Phee again, she'd cast the spell on the elf and play the sub that time, but right now, she couldn't be penetrated, not like that, not without telling Phee to do it. Truly good girls didn't take initiative, they just knew what their mistresses wanted and didn't do what they weren't supposed to do. It was a vague line, but if it were easier not to infringe, then there wouldn't be any punishments and what was the point in that? Corella abruptly pulled out of Phee's mouth, jumping back onto the bed and straddling the elf's waist, her thick cock sopping wet with saliva slapping against the other woman's full breasts. Corella avoided just sitting straight up and instead leaned forward, casting a shadow and looming over Phee as she planted her small hands to either side of the elf's head. This slight change in position gave her more freedom of movement when it came to thrusting her hips, which she now did wildly, expecting Phee to keep up her end in holding her breasts together around the thick, throbbing cock.

Corella went back and forth, panting and grunting. Her moans were quiet, low and subdued and for a couple of minutes, the tiefling got into a rhythm that eroded at the strict limits between dom and sub and reverted to a more primitive sexual experience. Wet slurps and flesh smacking flesh did not dominate the sounds in the room this time. Now, those feminine, but still gruff grunts that Corella gave off and her pants in between them were loudest, punctuated by the soft sound of skin rubbing skin and competing with the creaking of the bed as Corella thrust hard and fast. As she went, the tip of her cock would peak up from between Phee's breasts on the other side, giving the elf the chance to lap at it before it was gone again. Then, it all came crashing back.

"Here it comes, pet!" Corella exclaimed, reaching with one hand to grasp Phee's hair with a rough firmness, forcing her to angle her face with the tip of Corella's cock aimed directly at the elf's nose. She didn't need to stroke herself or have Phee go down on her, she was already tipped over the edge and just before everything erupted in cotton-candy pink, her tentacular cock gave two twitches, like false alarms before that bright pink spunk erupted with surprising force to paint Ophelia's face in a mask of the sweet-smelling goo, accompanied by a passionate, ragged moan from the demoness. So much came out that it began to drip down onto her collar, pooling there in her cleavage in a surprising display. Whether Corella planned on producing so much or if she could control it was not a subject up for debate at the moment, but once Corella was done, one last spurt falling directly onto Phee's collar, the tiefling sat back, still straddling the elf's waist to make sure she didn't go anywhere or get a towel, and watched to see what she'd do.

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Phee was fully submissive now, only taking action when she was ordered to, indirectly or otherwise. When Corella straddled her chest, she pushed her tits together, allowing Corella to get a boob job from the more than curvy enough elf. She knew, by now, the consequences of disobeying Corella at that this point (which was more than she was used to, not that Phee minded).

When the tiefling came, and warned her that she was going to do it, Phee closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. As the sweet, candy-flavored pink cum fell on her tongue, the elf had to resist the urge to swallow it, to taste it fully right away. She kept her tongue out and only opened her eyes when Corella was done. She stared up at her mistress, her face and tongue covered in cum.

After a couple of minutes, Phee drew her tongue back into her mouth and swallowed the sweet cum. She then moved her tongue back out and licked her lips, trying to get as much as she could. "You taste so good, mistress~" she cooed, looking up at Corella with a smile. She looked tired, but she was more in state of ecstasy than anything else.

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Corella smirked and licked her own lips as Phee lapped up the cum around her lips. Her face was absolutely covered save for where she'd now lapped some of it away. That cloyingly sweet smell now hung in the air as the hot fluid dribbled down her cheeks. Corella loved seeing Ophelia lick it up like some cum-hungry slut, but the reality of it made the act a lot easier to perform. Her cum tasted sweet and Corella herself would certainly know and because it was so easy to deal with, it was much easier to do lewder things, like what Corella was about to do.

"You're fucking right I taste good." Corella said, giving a cackling giggle as she leaned forward, grabbing Phee by the shoulders and drawing her long tongue along the elf's cheek, lapping up a wide swath of the thick, sticky stuff before ending up looming over her again. One hand came up to Phee's lips, urging/forcing the girl to open her mouth as Corella opened hers and long strings of sweet cum mixed with saliva began to dribble out and back into Phee's mouth.

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Corella's forcefulness was welcome, but ultimately unnecessary. Phee would have followed every order, even if they were subtle. The act itself was lewd, and usually something that Phee would never do, but Corella's cum was so sweet, and her hands were so firm... Phee found herself bending to Corella's will in a way she'd never done before.

Phee allowed the cum to drip into her mouth, swallowing the sweet candy jizz, looking up at her mistress, a smile in her eyes. Gods, this woman was amazing!

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Corella panted from above Phee, smiling with pink staining her lips. In another moment, she descended back upon the elf, breasts to breasts as she pinned the other girl down onto the bed, locking her lips in a sloppy, passionate kiss. Her tongue rocketed into Phee's mouth, tasting every inch of her velvety muscle and moaning into the embrace, arms wrapped around her neck. Corella's long tongue slid deep into Phee's mouth and coiled around her tongue, wet smacking, moaning and the occasional slurping sound emanating from between them as Corella ravaged Phee's mouth in an only semi-dom way.

Between them, against Phee's stomach, Corella was still rock hard. Her cock was lubricated with saliva and as the kiss continued, Corella began gyrating her hips back and forth, forcing her cock up and down, squashed between them. After a minute, she suffered from a passion-induced mini-orgasm, a single spurt of cum staining both girl's tummies before Corella drew back and away from the elf, a maniacally joyous look on her face. "I think..." Corella panted, "I want to keep you."


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Jillian whined softly, her throat uncomfortable when the tip of his cock started to impose on her gag reflex. Still, the woman held strong and kept on bobbing her head back and forth, her hair being used as a handle by the man as he started to yank her head back and pull her down on him with even more speed than before. Her tongue continued to work up and down the length of his shaft, sliding up and down as her mind almost seemed to be solely focused on giving him as much pleasure as she possibly could.

It wasn't that she was broken or anything, it was more a simple combination of the promise for her own future pleasure, as well as some little voice in the back of her mind that was telling her that what she was doing was 'correct'. It wasn't the kind of thing that she could identify, or that she was actively thinking about... all she knew was that there was a dick in her mouth, and that it was her responsibility to suck on it. Compared to the woman that she had been not even a few minutes ago when he'd shot her full of that love serum, she was almost completely and totally different. That aphrodisiac had a hell of an impact, no doubt about it.

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Allan made a split second decision as he watched his cock slide into Jillian's mouth. He knew what he was going to do the moment he felt his cock begin to throb and twitch more rapidly. He stilled his cock inside her mouth and gently, almost lovingly eased it to the center of her tongue. God, she had a way with tongue. Allan released his grip on her hair and instead ran his hands gently through it.

"Here it comes, my girl." he grunted, and then he closed his eyes and moaned as his balls tightened. Allan let his load out in her mouth, the release of his cum and her warm orifice extremely comfortable in that moment. He gave a warning look and pinched her nipple. "Make sure to swallow, pet. I know you can do it. And if you don't, I'm going to make you wait to cum." his eyes hardened momentarily, reinforcing that he was not bluffing.

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When Jillian first started to feel the hot, sticky ropes fire off into her moth, her first impulse was to pull her head off of his cock and spit it all out. However, the pinch on her nipple caused her to whimper loudly and gave her room for pause, as she heard his command for her to swallow. She flinched, her throat working before her mind as she started to gulp down load after load of the man's semen. Whenever he pulled his dick from her mouth, she would gasp and lower her head, a small trickle of his cum sliding down the corner of her lip as she outright refused to look up towards him. Her body was still driving her crazy, yet at the same time this had to be without a doubt the most humiliated she'd ever felt in her entire life.

Earlier in the evening she was so tough, mouthy, fighting and swearing if somebody so much as looked at her poorly. Now here she was, on her knees, having just been coerced into sucking on her kidnapper's cock after nothing more than some stupid shot. What in the world was happening to her? The worst part was that she was still entirely at his mercy, and he could string her along for as long as he wished, so long as he kept her body on the teetering edge of orgasm, and held that sweet release as hostage from her.

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Allan stroked Jillian's cheek with a smirk, and sat himself up. He pulled her closer to him and tilted her chin up. "Hey, hey, there can be no sadness in those eyes." he instructed, bringing his lips to hers for a soft kiss. He didn't much mind that he could taste a little of himself on her lips, and he pulled away with a smile. He put his head beside hers and brought his lips to her ear.

"Good girl, Jillian. Gooood. Now, your reward." he whispered to her, easily turning her around. He moved her so that her cheek was pressed against the bed sheets, and pushed up gently on her stomach, tilting her ass up. He spread her thighs and brought his cock against her wet, needy sex. Allan had just one more test for setting up Jillian's foundation... and he was sure she would pass.

"I want you..." he said huskily, holding her hip with one hand and massaging her hard clit with the other, "To beg me to put my prick inside you..."

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Jillian went along with everything entirely without complaint, her body getting flipped over with her ass being tilted upwards to push right up against his groin. Her soft, tender pussy lips quivered and trembled when his cock head pressed against them, and the redhead let out an exaggerated heavy breath as she clawed and grasped at the restraints holding her wrists together, looking for some kind of support or stability. "NNNNNNHHH~" She pushed her head down into the sheets, holding out for a few seconds while his hand roamed her hip and teased her clit. However, when she heard his demand, she knew that she simply didn't have what it took to hold out. His cock felt too damn good when he pushed it into her, his thrusts were like small moments of euphoria... and the redhead was so desperate for her release, more needy than she'd ever been before in her life.

"Please..." she croaked out in a humiliated voice, her eyes shut as she just tried to bear with the same. "Please fuck me! I need your huge dick inside of me, please!"

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"Your wish..." he began gently, pressing a kiss against the back of her neck. Allan pushed his fat cock inside of her in a quick thrust. His pace increased on her swollen clit, and he stroked her hip almost lovingly. Allan gave her ass a light spank, then rubbed the spot. He was trying to balance his roughness with gentleness, and pleasure with humility. Perfect formula for training the perfect pet.

"Fuck, You're tight. I know this feels good Jillian, my sweet little bitch. Come on, let me hear that sweet voice." he demanded, giving her ass a much firmer spank and a much softer caress. He groaned as he drove himself inside her and pulled out to his tip. He rammed back in, loving the press of his dick against her soft cervix.

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Jillian collapsed almost instantly, the combination of the rough smacks and the soft rubs, along with those deep and powerful thrusts of his, sent the poor redhead over the edge instantly. She began crying out, gasping and moaning like the desperate, needy whore she had been turned into for this brief little window of time. "Haaaah! AAAAAAHHH~" Allan would be able to feel her endurance faltering almost instantly, her tight and soaked pussy quivering, trembling with each and every time that he fully buried his cock in her flower. Her body would start to get tense, her moans more desperate and urgent. All signs pointed towards the fact that the redhead was quickly growing closer and closer to what would probably be the single most explosive, pleasure filled orgasm she'd experienced in her entire life.

All he needed was just a tiny bit more to shove her over that cliff, and she'd be gushing all over the bed.

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"That's it pet. Yesss. Feel that dick fuck you deep." He growled, reaching around and roughly cupping her breasts. The index fingers and thumbs of his hands pinched her nipples as he thrust himself as deep as her sex would allow, his cock pressing the entirety of its head against her cervix. He thrusted as hard and deep as he could manage. He could feel his own climax coming. Hers would surely bring Allan over the edge, and he was eager for it.

"Come on, fuck pet. Cum for me." He demanded gently, slapping her tit and driving himself as hard as he could. His cock began to twitch as a mischievous smile spread on his face. He leaned down beside her and chuckled. "Where would you like my cum, Jillian? In," he said huskily, driving another rough thrust, "Or out."

[User] Jillian couldn't hold back any longer, the feeling of the way he groped at her breasts, teased her nipples, and rammed his cock as deep into her pussy as her body could take it... it filled her with a sensation of euphoria unlike any other, her drug addled mind unable to restrain itself as she let out a loud cry of pure delight. Her juices would spurt out against his shaft, trickling down onto his groin as well as the redhead's entire body slumped forward and started to ease up. Her pussy walls only clenched to his shaft harder though, and the extra lubrication would make it all the easier for him to finish in any way he desired. She remained entirely silent when he asked her rather she'd prefer him to cum in or out, so the answer was completely and totally up to him. Her preferences didn't really matter in the end anyway, he was the master.

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Allan listened intently for an answer, his lip twitching at the lack of a response. Allan closed his eyes and grunted as her walls tightened around his cock. Allan held back as long as he could, thrusting himself inside of his pet and slapping her tits and ass. His cock twitched and pulsed inside of Jillian's hot cunt.

"Here it comes, slut!" Allan suddenly gripped her hips and held her tightly against his crotch as the first shots of his cum shot inside of her. Allan thrusted more and more slowly as he pumped his seed into Jillian. He moaned shamelessly as more and more ropes of his semen filled her, and after what felt like forever, Allan pulled out of Jillian's well-fucked pussy.

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Feeling his seed shoot into her tunnel, rope after hot, sticky rope filling her up, Jillian could only shiver and groan, her body slumping down against the bed as her eyes started to slowly flutter shut. Her entire body was still glowing, lost in the pleasure that he had been able to bring her... she had never felt a thing like it before in her life... she had no doubt in her mind that most of it was because he'd shot her full of aphrodisiac, that this was more the drugs talking than it was her mind... but it didn't change the fact that her body tingled all over, and for the first time in potentially years, she was completely, perfectly satisfied. "Nnnnhhh..." A bit of his cum leaked from her pussy whenever he pulled out of her, the redhead still panting and gasping as she squeezed the covers of his bed a little tighter.

So, just what was he going to do with her from here on out? From the looks of things, he had her exactly where he wanted her...

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Watching Jillian slump against the bed, clearly satisfied by his cock, made Allan nothing short of absolutely giddy. He had used up most of his plans for the evening, as he wanted it to end with Jillian falling asleep beside him, naked. He wasn't a cruel man in the bedroom, but Jillian was to be his pet anyway; might as well get her good and ready. So as she came down from the high of being filled with his huge load, Allan came around, his cock slightly less hard. He grinned down at her and stroked her cheek.

"Jillian..." he began, patting her cheek. "Suck." he commanded, lightly tapping his wet, semen and pussy-juice covered cock against her lips and cheeks. He needed a moment to think, and he was sure that he could get off just one more time before the night was over. Seeing his new fucktoy suck him off would definitely inspire him for the next days' events, although there was one idea he would have to use on her before bed.

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Jillian was not only perfectly satisfied by the way that he had overpowered her, but she was also defeated, and knew full well that if she had originally been able to put up any kind of fight against him, that such an ability was now gone to the winds... he had beaten her out in the streets, in her own natural element, and now he had taken her here where he had so much control, and taken everything away from her. Maybe in the coming hours when these drugs worked their way out of her system she would be able to mount some kind of retaliation, but for now all she could do was obey.

Almost as though she wasn't giving the action another thought, the redhead shifted over and spread her lips, consuming his cock almost immediately and running her tongue alongside the bottom of it while she bobbed her head up and down. Over the course of the evening her ponytail had come a bit loose, though her bangs of red hair still descended down in messy strands that would mostly cover her eyes, ultimately giving her even more of a disheveled look than usual as her eyes fluttered shut and she focused almost entirely on just cleaning off the man's dick, as ordered.

Only a few hours ago she had been so strong, so tough, so defiant against the world around her... and yet now here she was, cleaning off this man's cock with her mouth, after he'd just fucked her so hard that she still felt a bit dizzy from the whole thing... the thought was already seemingly unimaginable even now, and she still had so, so very far left to fall.

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Allan hissed and ran his hands through Jillian's hair. He almost wanted to bring her to the shower before bed. The drugs would keep her from being able to make any drastic moves until morning, and even then, Allan had a nice toy that would prevent her from fighting him even then. He groaned and tugged gently on her ponytail, her warm wet mouth already beginning to feel comfortably familiar.

"There we go... yesss. Keep sucking, my sweet little bitch." Allan mumbled, lightly thrusting his dick into her mouth. He would normally have given her another load or two in her cunt, but he'd done quite a bit before acquiring her. Allan rocked back and forth, his cock twitching inside her mouth. He slowly and gingerly slid himself all the way in, bringing her nose against his crotch. "Your mouth feels amazing. Gooood little slut."

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His praise was considered, it sat there and sunk in to the back of her mind, but it was hardly at the forefront of her thinking as she just kept on sucking and licking on his cock, drinking down every last little drop of their combined, messy substance. Jillian was called a slut over and over, referred to as his bitch, it almost felt second nature already at this point, even though he couldn't have possessed her for more than an hour or two. The feeling of his cock throbbing in her mouth caused her to shiver a little, it making her realize that he had to have been close to yet another release already. And yet all this time, the only thing on her mind was just how she had to keep on sucking, it was what he wanted... she wasn't sure why she felt that way, just that it felt natural, and it was all too easy to just nod her head and obey.

She had no idea, of course, that it had been a hybrid of the drugs that she had been loaded with, the sexual arousal only making her more active and mindful of the other drug, which dulled her sense of reality and made her overwhelmingly more docile. If Allan wanted to think about it that way, he was essentially getting a more diluted preview of the woman that he had the potential to transform Jillian into. It all depended on what he wanted, and what he was thinking about.

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"Wow... god damn you work tongue like a sex goddess." Allan praised. He rocked his hips a tad more roughly and smiled down at his pet. Allan felt the pleasure build higher and higher, and he gave no warning that his orgasm was coming. The demon crime lord stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and let out a shaky breath.

"Here it comes, sweetheart. Make sure to swallow it all for me, my naughty little pet." he ordered gently, his balls slapping against her chin as he let his head fall back. Allan groaned and shuddered as he came. Ropes of his semen shot into her mouth and down her throat, his cock twitching and pulsing as it fired off shot after shot. When he was done, he withdrew his cock from her mouth, a strand of cum connecting the tip of his dick to her lips.

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As was probably expected at this point, Jillian drank down every last drop of his cum, the strand breaking while she sat up and looked towards him when he finally withdrew. How much more stamina did this man really have left in the tanks? And what was he going to do with her once he was through? He kept referring to her as his pet, his slut... did that mean he planned on keeping her? There was so much she just didn't know, and while part of her was terrified and sickened to think about it, the majority of her just didn't care anymore... perhaps what bothered her the most though, was the fact that there was a voice in the back of her mind. The voice started out as just a tiny little murmur, a whisper when she first begged him to fuck her...

That small voice told her to look forward to seeing where he was going with this... to just give in and enjoy the ride. The pleasure that he could bring her, the joy that she could find while serving him as his personal fuck toy... it couldn't be compared to anything she'd ever felt before in her life. She felt whole, she felt happy, she felt needed... like she had a place to call her very own... she knew that it was a terrible voice, that she shouldn't be listening to it... yet she simply couldn't help herself. The voice, for as horrible as it was, had some very good points.

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Allan watched and panted as Jillian swallowed the last of his cum. He smiled down at her and cupped her cheek. "Good girl... very good girl." he said, kissing her forehead. He slid tiredly off of the bed and went under the bed, pulling out a black lacquered wooden box. He smirked and opened it, removing a collar made of lace, with a small oval-shaped jewel set in the center.

The piece of jewelry was a family heirloom of sorts, and any family member who possessed it could imbue it with an ability. The one Allan had chosen would surely fit for the purposes he had for Jillian, at least until he could properly train her. Once that was done, she could simply wear it as jewelry. Allan came back up and wrapped the comfortable material around her neck, locking it in the back and tracing his fingers along her shoulders. He unbound her hands and rolled her onto her stomach, and then adjusted her so that she lay comfortably on the bed. Allan slid in behind her and pulled her against him. "Tired, pet?" he asked teasingly. "Get some sleep, Jillian. Tomorrow will be very busy..."

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Jillian let out an exhausted sigh, unable to hide away from the fact that the collar around her neck did feel quite soft and comfortable around her skin. It was easily the kind of accessory that she could see herself getting used to wearing pretty much at all times. When her hands were unbound, and he fell into place behind her, the redhead would just let out a simple groan before she let her eyes slide shut and she passed out nearly instantly. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wanted to question just what a 'very busy day' entailed for the two of them, but she supposed that she'd just deal with it when that time came... she was still in nowhere near the proper headspace to try and defy this man, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to try at this point.

All in all, the entire evening couldn't really be considered anything other than a complete and perfect victory for Allan, as the sexy redhead passed out in his grip and slept all through the night.

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Allan wrapped his arms around the sleeping woman possessively, and almost lovingly, placing his chin on the top of her head. He snapped his fingers, and blue sparks flew from his fingers. The collar's gem glowed softly, signifying that its effect would take hold. And, free from worry, Allan closed his own eyes and pressed her close, with his soft cock against her thigh.

In the morning, Allan woke to Jillian's soft, sweet breathing, her beautiful naked body, and his hard cock pressed against her lower back. Allan hissed in pleased discomfort and cupped her breasts. He brought his lips next to her ear. "Wake up, sweet. Your owner needs relief." The collar glowed in response and would wake Jillian. It was not so much a mind control device as it influenced its host, and thus if the host had a strong enough will, it could be resisted. But the previous night would have left Jillian weak and unable to resist. Allan stroked her hip as he waited for her response.

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Jillian's eyes would open the next morning with a small, sweet groan as she heard the command of her owner. She would pivot her gaze back towards him, still entirely ignorant as to just what this collar around her neck was doing to her mind. As far as she was concerned, all of these actions she was taking were of her own willpower, even though in her sleep addled, delirious, defeated state it would be all too easy for the collar to take control of her again and urge her to obey whatever command was given. She winced a little as she felt his hand squeeze and tug against her breast, and while she knew in the back of her mind that she was supposed to be revolted by the idea of being molested like that, and furious with this man for everything that he had done to her, she couldn't do it... she just couldn't find the willpower to be angry anymore... why was that?

She would keep her mouth shut though, just groaning a little and looking back towards him as she waited to hear what he had to say.

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Allan slid a hand around her body, kneading her stomach soothingly with a positively criminal glint in his eyes. He pulled her snug against him and whispered in her ear as he pressed his erection against her. "Show me what those pretty little hands can do." he said. He left no doubt that it was an order, not a request. Additionally, he slid a hand between her warm thighs to stroke her sex with two of his fingers.

"I'm feeling... generous today. Do a good job, and I'll give you a very nice reward." He teased, lightly nipping at the side of her neck. There were some small red marks there already from the previous night.

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Jillian was quick to act, one of her hands already instinctively sliding down his body towards his groin from the moment that he ordered her to 'show him what those pretty little hands could do'. She wasn't even sure why, but obeying his commands simply felt like the right thing to do. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, already instinctively stroking up and down as those lazy, unkept eyes of hers looked up into his. "Very well..." She said in a soft voice, her long red hair coming down in front of her hair in messy strands. She ended up cracking just the tiniest bit of a smile, a proud feeling filling her heart as she obeyed his order. It was the collar's doing, giving her a feeling of completion and satisfaction when she did as he demanded, but right now all she knew was that it simply felt right, and that she enjoyed it.

This really wasn't so bad, truth be told. She began stroking faster, squeezing his cock harder while her other hand reached down to start rubbing his ballsack along with it. "Is this to your satisfaction, master?"

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Allan kissed Jillian's neck and pressed the tip of his finger against her pussy a bit harder. He slid it back and forth at a teasingly slow pace, feeling the digit already begin to grow slick. The fingers of his free hand tugged at her nipples, and he ran his lips along her neck. Wow... he'd scored big time!

"Mmm... that's a good girl, Jillian. Master is very, very pleased. Such a good, naughty girl." He hissed in bliss as her hands squeezed harder and pumped faster. And then for her to take the initiative with his balls... the collar was definitely working. Allan smirked. But she still had to get him off before she would bet her reward.

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Jillian smiled once more when he praised her, telling her about just how good and naughty a girl she truly was. She leaned in a little bit, resting her head against his shoulder and leaving her neck all the more vulnerable while she cooed happily at the way that he rubbed his hands against those soft, vulnerable petals of hers as well as one of her nipples. Her desire grew, both to satisfy as well as be satisfied. She began pumping and squeezing his cock faster, harder, the gorgeous redhead almost eager to hear him show her just how good a job she was doing. She knew that this wasn't normal, that she wasn't supposed to think and feel this way, but right now she really couldn't care less. In her current state of mind, still subdued and docile from last night's drugging festivities, as well as the influence of the collar, the only thing she cared about were the basic feelings of satisfaction and pride that she was being flooded with each time he grunted in pleasure, or told her just how good she was.

"I'm happy to please..." She said in a soft voice, while still smiling up towards him.

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"Such a pretty smile. Such a pretty girl." Allan praised, gradually sliding the finger that played at her sex further and further in. He began to gently pump it in and out, but her reward was still a bit off. Allan shifted, pulling Jillian on top of him. "Turn that sexy body around, Jillian. I want your cunt in my face while you suck my cock." he said, giving her ass a playful spank. He licked his lips. He might not even need the collar for too much longer. But he'd leave it on, for a bit. Once Jillian had gotten good and comfortable with him, though, she'd start wanting it all on her own.

Her sweet voice was like music to him, and the next thing he wanted was to hear it moan his name, genuinely. Allan gave Jillian a possessive kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth as he waited for her to switch her position. As it was, he'd moved them so she was lying on top of his body. "You're so close to your reward, my sweet little whore. Keep being good and you'll get it." he squeezed her thigh and ghosted his thumb across her clit.

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Jillian's bright red hair would continue to cascade in front of her face in messy, untamed strands the more that he messed with her, slamming his palm against her firm ass cheek as his latest usage of her body. That lick of his lips, the tone of his voice, Jillian could feel both of them intoxicating her, and once again compelling her to obey. Not only that, but with her pussy right up against his lips, she would be able to feel even better than she was with his the simple act of his finger pushing into her. There was no such thing as pride, shame, right or wrong... just what Jillian wanted, and right now it was more of this. She quickly moved into position as demanded, her soaked petals glistening with arousal as she pushed them right up to Allan's face, that tight ass of hers right along with it for his viewing pleasure while her lips leaned in, and she planted a delicate little kiss right up against the tip of his cock. Her tongue slid out afterwards, sliding along the outside before she quickly opened her mouth, and began to suck down on each and every possible inch of him. "Mmmm~"

She showed no hesitation or shame this time around, just a simple desire to obey his orders as she feasted upon his dick, her head bobbing up and down and her tongue swirling lovingly around his manhood in her eagerness to serve him.

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Allan cupped Jillian's breasts as her lips kissed his tip, and her tongue slid up his cock, and his own tongue flicked out at her soft, glistening pussy lips. He wanted to just shove his tongue into her petals, that would be such fun! But also too easy. She wasn't just there yet---

Or so Allan thought, until her mouth descended more fully on his cock. Her hum of pleasure telling him that she enjoyed the taste of his cock. Allan decided that a somewhat earlier reward(although not the full reward) was in order. "Yessss~That's my girl. Here comes a little early gift, Jillian." Allan removed a hand from one of her soft breasts, and brought the thumb up to her clit. He slowly, almost painfully pressed against the nub of flesh, and trailed his tongue sluggishly along her sex. She tasted so sweet. "Hmmm~ Yes. Suck faster." he commanded, giving her tit a slap followed by a groping squeeze. The collar began to glow as its own effect began to weaken, more and more of Jillian's own lust influencing her actions. Allan knew exactly how he would finish breaking her in. A fiendish smile broke across his face.


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Richard had been in Megan's mind ever since the New Year's party. Thus when her mother announced that she had heard that mrs. Nailor was looking for a babysitter, Megan volunteered. Which somewhat surprised her mother. Megan had babysitting experience, but she wasn't very enthusiastic about it and had only done it in the past to make some money. Though her mother hadn't looked a gift horse in the mouth and had rung mrs. Nailor to tell her that Megan would be happy to watch her baby.

Megan had hoped to see Richard when she went to the Nailor's house that night, but only Richard's wife was there. She was dressed up for a hot date and informed Megan that she would be meeting her husband at the restaurant itself. Megan got instructions about how to feed the baby and how to monitor her sleep. Megan reassured the woman that she had done this before and was more than up to the task. She was relieved when mrs. Nailor drove off, though a bit disappointed that she didn't get a short glance at Richard. She would have to wait for their return later that night. She spent the rest of the evening taking care of the baby, feeding her and then putting her down to sleep in her crib. She then watched some TV with the baby monitor next to her on the couch. It was a rather long, boring night and the baby slept through all of it.

It was already around midnight when lights illuminated the driveway and she heard a car engine shut down. Moments later, she heard the key turn in the lock and two chatting people enter the house. Megan moved from the living room to the hallway to greet them. She had to stop herself from smiling too much when mrs. Nailor informed her husband about who their babysitter was. Clearly the news that she was a high schooler came as a shock. "Good evening mr. Nailor. So good to see you again. I hope you had a good date?" She gave him a smile and the twinkle of mischief in her eyes that had revealed her naughtiness to him on the night of the New Year's party was back.

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Richard blinked and quickly recovered, glancing to see if his wife had registered the look of shock on his face. Megan was the girl who had sucked him off at the New Years Eve party---and she was only in highschool! He had thought her to be a college student, not an actual teen. He was both shocked AND aroused though---not many men could say they had got some 'teen pussy'---not that he had, but close enough. He swallowed the lump in his throat and smiled at her in response.

"So nice to see you, again. It was pleasant---thanks for asking. I trust everything was fine here and you were able to get some of your homework done? I wouldn't want it to be too late a night for you." He responded, giving her another meek smile.

"Well, I imagine you'll be wanting to get home now. Why don't I walk you there---I think my wife mentioned you live in the neighborhood?" He suggested, shoving his hands into his pockets where he made them into fists, his mind a whirl at the revelation.

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Megan had to give him credit, Richard had recovered quite quickly from the surprise of the revelation of her identity and especially her real age. His wife had totally missed the fact that something was off, he had only given Megan the slightest of hints of his shock. She nodded when he inquired where she lived. "I just live five doors down, mr. Nailor. It's nice of you to offer to walk me home but it's not really necessary." Then Anna Nailor intervened after having checked on her baby. "Nonsense Megan, this is a safe neighborhood, but it's dark out. It's no problem for Richard to accompany you home, it'll only take a couple of minutes anyway." Megan nodded and smiled. "Okay then... I should probably be getting home." She gathered her stuff in the backpack she had brought along and met Richard at the front door. She gave him a smile too and he opened the door so they could walk the path to the sidewalk.

The homes had rather big yards in this neighborhood so even just walking five doors down took more time than one might imagine. Once they were far enough away from the Nailor home, she dared to give Richard a naughty smile. "I hope I didn't startle you too much? I didn't really keep my real age a secret on purpose, we sort of ended up in your office for our little bit of fun before the subject even came up." In truth, it did amuse Megan somewhat. But it hadn't really shaken Richard too badly and she could see enough amusement in his eyes to realize that the news also aroused him on some level. Which wasn't a huge surprise. She occasionally watched porn and she knew that there were lots of categories devoted to 'schoolgirl' sex scenes, so it must have been a fantasies that a lot of middle-aged men still held.

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Richard chuckled softly and was thankful that there were no streetlights in the neighborhood. The houses were well set back from the street as well, often with bushes and trees or fences for added privacy. It was also quite dark out, and no one else was outside. Few lights were on in windows either so he felt bold enough to reach out and squeeze her perk ass through her jeans as they walked, and then kept his hand there. "I'm not gonna lie, I am a little shocked. I thought you were in college, but that's more a testament to your looks... you've got a killer body." He responded as they continued to walk. "It kinda turns me on, actually, knowing what I just did the other night... with a girl that could technically be my daughter based on age difference."

They rounded a hedge and arrived at her house. No lights were on in the front of the house which he was glad for. He pulled her around to the side of the house instead and then pressed her up against the wall, her backpack preventing her from leaning against it. He slid his hands up her sides to her breasts and leaned in to kiss her, finding that she didn't resist. He pressed his tongue deep into her mouth. He knew it was risky, doing this to her in her own yard, her parents at any moment could open the door or turn on the floodlights and catch them, but he needed a little sexual contact before he was done with her tonight, especially now that he knew she was a teenager in high school!

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Megan knew that Richard was very comfortable with the revelation about her age the moment he squeezed her buttocks. She certainly did not object to the touch, even though she must have realized that she was playing with fire. Messing around with a man who was over twice her age, a married man and a father to boot, that could only end badly. But somehow that was part of the appeal. She gave him an amused grin when he revealed the fact that having gotten a blowjob from a high school girl actually aroused him. Then they arrived at her house and he took it a bit further.

Before she could object, not that she had any intention to, she was hauled off to the side of the house and pushed up against the wall. When his mouth was pressed onto her lips, she eagerly parted them to answer his kiss. She pushed her chest further into his hands when she felt his fingers on the side of her boobs. This was crazy, any second her mother and father might peer their head outside to see where she was, if they caught her in the act of making out with their older neighbor, both of them would be in so much trouble.

After a couple of minutes of making out, she managed to get her hands in between their bodies and she pushed him off her. She panted and gave him a smile. "That's quite enough... for tonight... But we can see each other later this week if you'd like? Give me your phone." She took his smartphone from him and added her own number to his contacts. "Let me know when you might have some alone time and I'll come over." She ran her hand across his cheek in a caress and gave him another kiss to say goodnight, then she darted off and entered her home through the back entrance that led into the kitchen. Her parents were already off to bed, but her mother had left Megan a plate of cookies on the counter in case she was in the mood for a late night snack after her babysitting. Megan took a cookie from the platter and took a bite from it, thinking back with amusement at the night she just had, especially at how it had ended. She was taking huge risks, but at least her life in this new suburb wouldn't be boring, or at least it wouldn't be for much longer!

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Richard knew he could not stay too long or his wife may begin to wonder what took him so long to walk the girl home. He shook his head as she darted off inside her own home and straightened out his clothes before turning to march back down the street to his own. On the way, he slid his phone out. His lust, his desire, for the teen was vamped and he knew he could not wait long to meet her again. Luckily, he knew his wife was taking their child to visit her sister for the weekend, leaving tomorrow night. He knew it was wrong to so openly cheat on his wife especially with such a young girl, but it was exciting and fun.

''Tomorrow after work. Tell you parents you are babysitting again. Wear a school uniform?'' He texted her as he walked down the street back to his house. He didn't know if she would respond immediately or not, but he already knew tomorrow would seem like a very long day as he looked forward to seeing her again and getting in her panties. ''Will text once wifey leaves house if good with you.'' He added a moment later; then slipped his phone back into his pocket. He would have had to delete the texts later---he couldn't risk his wife finding out.

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Back in the safety of her bedroom, Megan calmed down a bit. She knew what had transpired that night was crazy. Crazy enough that it would scandalize her parents, especially her mother. But also crazy enough that it could ruin Richard if their relationship---was that what they had?---was found out about. Perhaps she should be turned off by the fact that he would cheat on his wife this shortly after her giving birth to their child, but even that aspect did not truly bother her. Perhaps she wasn't a very nice person. The prospect of seeing him again excited her and then she got the message in which he invited her over the next day after work. He also asked her to wear a school uniform, which amused her.

The school she went to now did not have a uniform, but the place she had gone to prior to them moving to this new state, city and school did have a uniform. Thus she would be able to confirm to his wishes, even though some people might be confused to see her walking around in a uniform of an out of state school. The next day at her new school went by slowly, but then finally the text arrived confirming that Richard was alone. After getting back home, she ran up to her room and changed into her school uniform. It was a pleated black skirt, knee high white socks and a white blouse that was plain apart from the school crest embroidered above her left breast.

She was actually a bit self-conscious about her appearance as she walked the short distance to Richard's house. But she had her backpack swung over her shoulder and if anyone asked later on she could just give the babysitting excuse. The only thing she wouldn't be able to properly explain was her school uniform, but perhaps people would not even notice that aspect of her appearance. She arrived at Richard's place and rang the doorbell, patiently waiting for him to answer her call. She was excited to see him again and realized they were likely to go all the way this time around.

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Richard's casual Friday of work went by quickly enough. What seemed to take forever was his life to finish packing up and get situated in the car for the trip to her sister's house. Richard had been looking forward to some alone time as it were but now he had the added prospect of getting some tight, teen pussy over the course of the weekend as well. It was going to be a great weekend, he thought, pacing around his office in eager anticipation. Finally, his wife and baby were ready and a very chastise kiss on the lips later, she was off. Richard was almost ashamed of how quickly he texted Megan that they now had the weekend alone. Almost.

The doorbell finally rang and Richard went to answer it. He was wearing shorts and a polo shirt and couldn't help but smile as he saw Megan, complete in schoolgirl uniform, standing there. He licked his lips and looked over her shoulder. Luckily no one was out so he stepped aside and let her in. Of course, had anyone been watching the babysitter, they would notice that the home owner never left the house after she entered. And no sooner had her shut the door then he was on her.

"Mhm, I see you followed my... demands." He murmured, sliding his hands up her arms from behind her before pulling the straps of her backpack from her shoulders. He placed her backpack down beside the front door. He then pressed up against her from behind, sliding his arms around her waist, pressing his groin to her firm rear. His breath was hot against her ear. "And you're such a bad girl, dressing up for a married man while his wife and newborn are gone for the weekend. So naughty... I think you might need a spanking..."

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Richard did not lose any time in answering the door. She was pleased to see him and quickly entered his home as he stepped out of the way allow her to do so. There was still a tiny part of her that was worried. She would of course tell her parents the same bullshit story about babysitting again, but if her mom or dad then encountered Anna and they discussed the fact that she was supposedly back there on Friday, whilst Anna was away with her child, their little affair would be discovered rather quickly. But she dismissed those thoughts as Richard almost ravished her within moments of entering his home.

She allowed him to help her out of her backpack and then felt herself in a tight embrace, pinned somewhat between his body and the door, his crotch up against her ass, the unmistakable outline of a hard cock pressing up against her ass cheeks. She moaned in delight at his words and the promise of a 'punishment'. "What about you? If I'm bad, then so are you... letting your wife go off for the weekend so you can fuck the high school girl from up the street. I should probably call the cops on you. You're just lucky I'm a little slut." She looked over her shoulder and gave him a saucy wink. She turned around to face him and put her hands on his shoulders.

Megan pulled Richard's face down far enough to kiss him. It was passionate kiss that conveyed her desire for him. She allowed a hand to slip down his torso until she reached his trousers, then undid his button and zipper with deft agility before slipping her hand into his boxers. She felt a hard cock, the same size and shape as the one she remembered servicing orally at the New Year's party. She gave it a few playful strokes. "Why, Mr. Nailor? What are you hiding in there?" She gave him another wink and a kiss. It wasn't that Megan didn't know on some level that all of this was wrong, it was just too exciting not to indulge in, even though she would be in so much trouble if her parents found out. Not as much trouble as Richard would be in, though.

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Richard chuckled at her words. "And you didn't have to come..." He responded even as she turned around to face him. He had no chance to respond before he found her lips on his once more. Her hand quickly slid into his pants, grabbing and stroking his hard cock. She certainly wasn't beating around the bush, nor was she afraid to take what she wanted. She was certainly beyond her years and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing in this case! The boys in her school... she must eat them alive!

He slid his hands up from her hips, rubbing up and down her sides before sliding them over her breasts. He squeezed them firmly as his cock twitched in her hand. "Nothing you haven't seen before." He murmured, resting his forehead against hers. He was glad she was a slut, his slut, and wasn't afraid of being alone with him, especially since it would mean sex---a lot of sex---with the married older man. "Why don't we go upstairs and get more comfortable? We won't have to worry about being walked in on this time and can make all the noises we like... how does that sound?" He suggested, massaging and squeezing the teen's perk breasts some more.

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Megan nodded eagerly at this suggestion to go upstairs and readily took his hand to allow herself to be led up to his bedroom. He was the one to push open the door, giving her a view at the intimacy of Megan and Anna's bedroom. If Megan felt any guilt about fucking Richard in his marital bed, it was not apparent in her behavior. She giggled in amusement and then darted past Richard to jump into the bed. She started to slowly undo the buttons to her blouse as she sat up on her knees on the mattress. After she had unbuttoned the garment completely, she allowed it to slide down her shoulders. She gave Richard a saucy wink and motioned him closer with her right index finger. She was quite aroused at it all, perhaps she was a bad person, being so excited about fucking a married man whilst his wife was away.

Before Richard could join her on the bed, she had also undone her bra by reaching around to her back and undoing the clasp. She was now only wearing the black skirt and the knee-high socks, as well as her panties. Assuming that Richard would want her to keep at least as her schoolgirl uniform on for now, she merely pulled her panties off from underneath her skirt. Once Richard had joined her on the bed, she properly pulled his pants and boxer shorts down so she had more easy access to his cock. She got on her hands and knees in front of him and moved her mouth to his rod. She wrapped her lips eagerly around his knobhead, taking about half of his length down into her warm, wet maw in one go, then starting to move her face back and forth on it, taking more of his cock into her mouth on each passage, until she reached the point where his knobhead slid past the tight entrance to her gullet. The bedroom was soon filled with the sound of her throatfucking Richard's cock, doing it so eagerly and willingly that it surprised even herself. This man had really gotten underneath her skin already.

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Richard took the teen's hand and led her up the stairs and down the hallway to the master bedroom. There was no need to shut the door or be quiet this time so he did not---he had no fear of some one walking in on them. He let go of her hand and moved over to flip the light switch on, turning back to the bed in time to watch her strip for him. His eyes bulged and he made no attempt to hide where he was looking, stroking his hard cock through the front of his pants as her breasts were uncovered. She was certainly a fine piece of ass---a nice, tight body and surely a nice tight pussy and asshole. How could his wife compete with that?

He moved up onto the bed at her beckoning, kneeling in front of her. He peeled off his shirt, revealing his toned torso before letting out a soft moan as she went after his cock with her mouth. He would shimmy out of his shorts later but for now he was content with what she was doing. "Mhm, you are a naughty girl aren't you..." He murmured, sliding his hands over her bared back before lifting her skirt up to her hips, exposing her lower half. His hands slapped her ass and grabbed it, spreading her cheeks as he leaned over her. He then slid a hand down between her legs, starting to rub her slick pussy as she sucked his cock.

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Megan moaned at the mention of her being a naughty girl, but she didn't detach her mouth form his cock. She liked how it throbbed inside of her warm maw and how she imagined it getting even harder underneath her efforts. Or was that just her imagination? Richard's cock had appeared to be rock-hard already when she had freed it from his boxershorts. She moaned louder as his hand moved down her body and then lifted up her skirt to explore her firm ass cheeks. He didn't waste a long time on her butt as his hand instead ventured in between her legs. She briefly detached her mouth and tongue from his hard rod. "Oh fuck yes." Then she was back to it, her face moving up and down on his length. She had extended her left hand in the meantime and had started to rub his full balls even as she serviced his cock with her mouth.

From the corner of her eyes, she could somewhat observe the room around them and she noticed several signs that this was a room shared by Richard and Anna. The door to the walk-in closet was open and she saw an entire shelf devoted to Anna's high heeled shoes. There was a stray bra on a chair at the opposite end of the room. The walls were adorned with pictures of Anna and Richard, a handful of them with their baby in between them, likely photographs that had been taken in the last few weeks or months and already framed and put up in their bedroom. Megan didn't feel like she was doing anything wrong observing these items, rather she got even more aroused at the thought of fucking this man in the room he shared with his wife, the mother of his child. It was precisely because it was seemingly so very wrong that it made her even more horny and intent on using Richard's body for her pleasure. She wasn't going to spend her time in this slice of suburbia merely counting the hours until her parents once again moved on, like they always did. She would find something to do to enjoy herself in the last months prior to her going off to college. Richard was just what the doctor had ordered.

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Richard loved the way she was sucking his cock, so he started to fuck her with his fingers. He slid a second finger into her pussy and began to pump both of them back and forth. He could feel her tightness squeezing his fingers as he did so, her natural juices easily lubricating his penetrating fingers. "Mhm, your pussy feels so wet and tight... I think its time for me to explore it further. Turn around." He moaned down at her. She had sucked him off once already---at the new years party---and he was more then ready to do something to her that he wanted to do her that night, and even more so now that he knew her age.

As she moved around, he quickly slid off the bed to discard his clothes completely before climbing back on and got behind her. He ran his hands up the backs of her thighs and then under her skirt which had fallen back in place. He slid a hand between her legs and rubbed her there for a few moments before leaning in. He guided the head of his cock to her dripping entrance and pushed in, sliding his hands under her skirt to grab her hips. "Oh, yeah..." He moaned, feeling the head of his cock slide into her entrance. "You ready for this?"

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Megan moaned even as she was sucking on Richard large cock. His fingers had been rubbing her slit and now he had inserted first one and then another finger into her wet hole, no doubt probing it for what he planned on doing to her pussy later on. Later on turned out to be not so much later when he suddenly halted her oral ministrations and told her to turn around. She slipped her soft lips of his hard length and gave him a cheeky smile. Then she turned around, making sure her buttocks was high up in the air as it now faced him. She smacked her own backside with her right hand as she heard him undress himself behind her.

Then he was back on the bed and she felt him near her raised ass cheeks. She gasped for air as he put another hand in between her legs and explored her slit with his fingers. After a few moments of rubbing, he moved on to what she had been expecting. She moaned gently as his knobhead ran the length of her slit before being pushed inside of her tight hole. "Oh fuck yes... so big... mmmmmmm". She bundled up some of the sheets underneath her fingers, her fists soon filled with the expensive-looking fabric. She nodded when Richard asked if she was ready for this. Then she moaned loudly as he pushed even further inside of her.

Megan was far from a virgin, but Richard's cock was by far the biggest one she ever had, something she had appreciated as she had been sucking him. But it was another thing entirely for his manmeat to be stuffed down her tight hole like that. "Oh fuck... shit... you are fucking huge..." She exhaled and then laughed in amusement at her own words. She felt more and more of his length slide into her tight hole, helped by how dripping wet she was. Her walls snuggly trapped his rod, each gained inch harder than the one before. "So good... so fucking good... fuck me... please fuck, mr. Nailor. Pound me like I'm a bad girl."

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Richard pressed inch after inch of his big, hard cock into her tight, teen pussy. When the resistance built up too much, he would stop and pull back slightly, letting her juices fully coat his cock, before pushing forward even more, even deeper. He didn't stop pushing in, ever so slowly, until he had his full cock buried within her tight confines. He always liked to go slowly the first time he cheated or slept with some one, as it was a moment he wanted to remember and treasure. This was by far the more taboo of the affairs he had ever had, the largest age gap between him and his 'partner in crime'. Once he was fully buried in her, his balls pressing up against her slit as well, he made his cock twitch inside of her to remind her just how big he was and then lifted her skirt up her hips slightly, so that it only covered half of her ass.

His one hand slid out from under the skirt to spank her firm ass hard. "Mhm, like a bad girl?" He responds with a chuckle. "You ARE a bad girl... your pussy belongs to me now, Megan... slut... my slut." He leaned forward then, staying inside of her as he slid his hands up her back then around to her breasts. He squeezed them firmly and nipped her shoulder with his teeth. "You like that, do you? You like being my slut? Do you like your new name?" He tweaked her nipples once more before straightening, his hands sliding down to her hips.

He started to thrust then, moving slowly but deliberately. Inch by inch, his cock began to withdraw before sliding back in, the pace slowly starting to pick up. "Are you on birth control? Just in case I decide to cum in your cunt... unless you want to take my first load in your mouth again?"


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Andra was tied to the pole behind her, made to watch the sea from the rocky cliff only feet from the waters. Only a white robe covered her pale, lithe body, dirty blonde hair blowing in the wind. She knew the beast was going to come, and it would have her for a meal.

The people of her town wanted to find some way to ward the creature off. It was said to be colossal, large enough to topple the whole place within only a few movements of its body. So something had to be done in an effort to stave the beast off. And it was final, though reluctantly settled that a human offering had to be made.

Now she had to wait, as painfully long as it was. She was unsure just when the beast was going to appear, but she believed she knew what would happen once it did.

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Ophion was a relic of an ancient time before gods and man. Cast down by titans and exiled into the deepest seas he still craved some of the glory he was once due centuries ago before the first man polluted the perfect chaos this world was by laying two sticks together to make the first hovel. Enormous beyond reckoning, he dove through the cold depths. The very seas began to stir as the elements around him reacted to his closeness. The seas changed from a lovely calm blue beginning to darken as the waters rippled, dark clouds sweeping in at a supernatural rate. Even the air began to chill as such a creature of the cold abyss rose closer and closer to the fragile worlds of man.

Coming up to the rocky shelf of the coasts, Ophion broke the depths. A huge wyrm the size of a city state and vastly more powerful than all the armies of mankind gathered into one place. He was incredibly complex... a gnarled serpent with huge fins along the length of him and a plated skull with dozens of eyes placed almost randomly across the top. Lifting the top half of his vast length, it sniffed the air seeming unconcerned by the gathering tempestuous seas which cloaked its passing. Bobbing in the sea, Ophion knew he was exiled, always fearing the titans would defeat and banish him further from their sight, though he was blissfully unaware the titans had been overturned. Stopping in mid bob, he sniffed the air, his head suddenly shifting as he caught the presence of the sacrifice left out for him... easily within her sight.

Plunging back into the waters, the seas spurting and riding along in almost a straight line toward the jagged cliff where Andra was chained and awaiting her. The seas continued roiling ahead of it... like a shadow under a colossal hawk. Splashing forward, it rolled over the rocks actually splashing over the young woman and soaking her legs from the knees and lower.

Seconds passed before finally Ophion lifted his tremendously bulky head and part of his body through the surface of the troubled seas. Sea water splashed over the chained sacrifice as it lifted up so high his blotted out the cloudy sky... encompassing her within its shadow as it considered her. Groaning to itself, it swept the area with a few quick clicks and a cry, not unlike those made by a sperm whale as it checked the area making sure this was no titan deception within sonar sight. The skies above darkened, though it was literally noonday, the light falling around the helpless woman now dimmed to almost dusk before the powerful, elemental being. A great cold wind could be felt on her as it carefully sniffed in her direction.

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Andra could only watch on at the seas began to change, the sky starting to darken, and a large shape emerge from the waters. That could only be the beast, and it seemed to have found her. She gulped, shifting in her bindings as the beast submerged again, believing that it was coming closer to where she was.

And then a wave came up, washing over her and drenching her wet. She had to spit out some water, shaking her head to see again before she lifted her head up. Seeing the gargantuan beast right in front of her, she felt compelled to get away from it, somehow. Yet being bound to the pillar, she couldn't. She could only close her eyes and await what it would do to her, as an uncomfortable feeling formed in her stomach, cold sweat forming on her skin.

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Seeing her struggle drew its dark attentions even more keenly to her the way a wounded rabbits cries draw every wolf around it. Glancing about and finally satisfied there was no titan trickery involved, the dark emerald monstrosity bowed its towering head even lower to the helpless young woman. Sniffing over her, enjoying her the way one might a lovely flower on the side of the road, just before picking it.

When man was created from mud by the hand of a titan, Prometheus, which was then breathed life by Athena. Formed by both titan and goddess, man's form was idealized... a work of art by any standard. Every figure of such celestial power... both titan and god and such chaotic beings as Ophion, a titanspawn... all lusted for the sons and daughters of humanity. This was known by almost every scholar and priest who studied lore and the mysteries.

Finally finished smelling the incense of the sacrifices skin, the armored skull opened its terrible, toothy maw. Out of this came over a score of tiny, tentacle like tongues, each probing and feeling blindly outside of itself directed by the vast will of the misbegotten, elemental beast. The tentacles began to slip wet and cold over the flesh of the young woman. Gropping, it rubbed over her, touching every inch of her form. Lashing out, what few garments she had on were rent off almost immediately. The tongues slipping down her legs even to strip her of the shoes she wore to make sure she was completely naked as the day she came into the world for him. For several moments longer the tongues slipped over her, coating her with its saliva as it enjoyed tasting her form for another few minutes before finally drawing back into its huge mouth. Pulling back, it tilted its head as it bobbed on its multiple fins in the depts just tens of feet where she was chained. It gazed upon her intently, enjoying watching her struggles so vulnerable and pink on the harsh and jagged rocks around her the way one might watch a butterfly with impaled wings.

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Andra shuddered watching the beast lower itself to her, expecting it to devour her at any moment. The more time passed, the more anxious she got. She tried to squirm away in her chains however useless it would be.

Then she noticed the creature open its mouth, and multitudes of tendrils came out. She tried to pull away before she started to feel them slide over her skin, ripping off her clothes. Such a slick feeling caused her to freeze up. "Aaah..." She even started to tremble once all her clothing was torn away from her, leaving her bare form exposed to the tendrils as they slid around her. "Aaah..." Her breathing became heavier, her face turning a deeper shade of red as the monster lapped her up.

Once the tendrils finally pulled away, she tried to regain her breath, but she was soon shivering from the cold air against her naked and damp body.

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Tilting its head and gazing down at her with the huge, bulbous multiple eyes must have the stuff of nightmares for the poor sacrifice. After another few moments of observing her, the eyes once more scanning around itself. Always on the watch for a titan to punish its intrusion into the world of man. Once more its many eyes gazed back down with intense interest... its focus sharpening with lust.

Straightening up once more, it opened its mouth and once more lulled its many tongues back down on the poor woman. The tendril-like tongues came at her again. This time they were even more intrusive.

Two of the tongues slipped under her knees and pulled her up. Now the tendrils which bore her up and the manacles which clamped her wrists were all that supported her as it lifter her up even further. Pulling her even closer until her hips were over her head and feeling its chilling breath on her. The skies around her darkening even further.

The rest of the tongues began to over her with their cold stickiness. Roaming her body it groped her. A few of the tentacles slipping up her thighs and into her body, a couple encircling her breasts and binding them tightly before playing over her nipples, with one more slipping over her face, forcing her jaw open to rotate and explore her warm mouth invasively. The others just explored her greedily... claiming almost every square inch of her body as it ravaged her over and over.

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Andra continued to watch the monster as it looked at her, then around itself for... something. Maybe another monster in the area? She couldn't tell, given that she was more focused on herself, mainly her cold body and her thoughts on what it could do next.

Then it turned to her... and started to lift her up. She gasped, her body tensing up not knowing what would happen next. Once her body was nearly upside-down, she felt the tendrils slid onto her body again. "Aaahh!" Her legs trembled feeling them slide up her legs. She let out a loud moan feeling them start to slide into her nethers. "Aaaaahhhh!!"

She also felt more of the tendrils slide about her body, gripping her breasts, lapping up her exposed body... then she noticed one of them slide into her mouth. "Aaahnn... aaah!" She closed her eyes shut, her body now subjected fully to a depraved form of sex that she previously thought unimaginable. But yet... she continued to moan loudly, her face turning red, her body bucking and legs trying to bend as the tendrils in her sex shifted inside of her.

[Assistant] Now that Ophion was committed, he seemed to forget the world. His senses drunk with the sensual, forced explorations he continued on the poor sacrifice. The tentacles continued thier grisly work. The one tongue in her mouth rotating and claiming more of her as another one wrapped around her face across her cheeks and slipping into her hair. The ones on her breats both squeezed steadily while the tips of each which rubbed over and over across her nipples both pinched upward to hold onto each nipple before beginning to lift and pull each in different directions, enjoying seeing her body stressed this way. Watching as her flesh is forced to react to every cruel motion. Two tentacles wrapped around her abdomin, from her hips to her lower ribs and began to slither together... squeezing her. Making the very act of breathing a desperate labor. Now another tentacle joined the one inside of her body and each slipped inside and out of her excitedly as if pumping a well. The others continued to explore and squeeze and taste coldly almost every square inch of her body from her knees to her shoulders... except the two which were claiming her mouth and face. For over a quarter of an hour the titanic beast just energeticly took from the young chained woman's body.

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"Aaahn...!" Her body writhed helplessly as the creature's tongues continued to writhe against and squeeze her body, her skin feeling slick with its saliva. Feeling yet another tendril slide into her, she tried to moan louder, her body trying to squirm from the new intrusion.

She continued to try and pant and moan for a while, trying to endure... but eventually she reached a breaking point. Her body trying to arch, she let out a long, strained groan, trying to announced that she reached orgasm.

[Assistant] Although Ophion was enjoying every nuance and moan that the sweet little sacrifice offered up as he violated and tasted every inch of her flesh, he continued on with his energetic molestations. This was going to be an endurance test for the young woman. She would be driven to the very verge of insanity by the titanic beast as it squeezed and lapped at the young woman. Every tongue inside and on her continuing to tug and push and slither on every part of her. It continued doing what it willed with the offered up woman... barely aware of the scouts which had been sent to oversee the proceedings to see if the wyrm took the sacrifice or continued on to destroy the tiny coastal city.

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So long as the monster continued its actions on her body, Andra would moan heavily while panting as much as she could for breath. The things its slick tongues were doing to her were the only things she would think of. Her voice would over time grow hoarse as she tried to call out her reactions to the monster. Her body trembled again as she reached her second peak and let out a groan, but so long as it continued to take her...

Eventually though she would become so exhausted that she could barely cry out, her body merely trembling from the stimulations to her.

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Finally the beast seemed to slow down. Tasting and enjoying her for so long... it must have been almost an hour during which its tongues continued to probe and taste and squeeze and pull on the sacrifice's flesh. Coughing up, he threw out a very thick wad of green slime over Andra's naked, shivering body. Spent for a time, the tentacles relaxed and let her go... still dripping in his leavings. Pulling back, Ophion screeched into the air a sound which could be heard for miles and was no doubt quite painful to someone so close to its call.

After a second even louder call, the gigantic beast pulled back, arching itself into the waters and plunging deep to continue to screech while submerged. The sounds were quite different and spread out for hundreds of miles in every direction. Soon it would return its attention to the sacrifice. Until then it drew its strength from the deep endless abyssal element around it.

[User] Andra cringed, made to remain chained to the post while she was now covered in whatever slime the monster covered her with. Even worse, hearing the loud shrieks made her cry out in turn in agony, thinking she could go deaf. In only moments she was made to go limp, just hanging by her shackles as she finally got some sort of relief with the monster leaving her. But once she noticed it come back she winced, but was still too weak to do anything.

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Coming up from the depths, Ophion lowered his maw toward her before unloading a strong spray of cold, very clean water gathered from below. After covering her with this for a few minutes, it finally relented. By now, though, she was completely clean.

After considering her, he reached forward and rubbed the end of the tip of his jawline. Her rubbed against her in both directions. Seeming to check he reactions to him. Finally seeming to be satisfied for now, he lifted up and opened his mouth. Two huge tentacles reached out and attached themselves to the restraints above her arms holding the chains into place. Using its nearly infinite mass, it used hits tongues to wrap around and destroy both the chains which held her arms above her head. Releasing her so she could now collapse, perhaps, from all which had been done to her and would probably soon again be done to her.

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Andra closed her eyes shut, feeling the water get sprayed against her body. Once it ended she coughed. She then felt something press against her, and when she opened her eyes she noticed the beast seeming to... rub against her? She flinched a little, unsure what to make of what it was doing.

Then she noticed it open its maw again. Seeing the tendrils come out, she suspected it was going to start violating her again... before she felt herself drop to the ground. She laid there, weakened from what the monster did to her. However she did look up at it, warily, unable to determine exactly what it was going to do then.