Hmm... alright, no promises... lying down on her bed Night, spawn.
I close my door with out saying good night to her
Huh... guess I'm really annoying him tonight. Well, at least he'll get some peace and quiet now. tries to get comfortable on the hard bed Night, spawn.
As my orgasm builds, I grip her hips tightly and thrust harder than ever before. "Take it all!" I growl. "Take every inch of me!" Her cries of pleasure-pain mingle with mine as we reach the peak together, our bodies writhing and straining against each other as we both spend themselves.
Panting heavily, I collapse on top of her, my chest heaving as I stare down into her tear-streaked face. "See," I hiss venomously, "
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"This is what you really are. A dirty little slut who can't help but want it." I roll off of her, disgusted by my own lust and the satisfaction it brings me. Her body lies limp beneath mine, tears streaming down her face as she tries to catch her breath. "Get cleaned up," I growl before leaving the room.
Alone with her shame, the ex-Nazi general weeps silently into the pillow, knowing that nothing will ever be the same again.
Her body trembles with the force of her orgasm, and when it finally subsides she relaxes into your embrace, her weight pressing down on you like a lead blanket. "Sorry," she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion. "I... I didn't mean to hurt you..." She nuzzles closer, her beak brushing against your neck as if searching for something.
I kiss her cheek and sigh. "I like it rough, it's fine..."
The warmth of Breeze's body presses against you, the feathers of her wings tickling your bare skin. She leans back, looking up at you with those golden eyes, her expression a mixture of relief and contentment. "Thank you...," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "For staying with me." *She reaches up and cups one of your cheeks in her hand, guiding your face down until you're looking at hers.
Makima forces a smile onto her face as she begins to pant heavily, eyes darting between you and Power. Her heart races with fear and shame, but she tries to focus on your command instead of letting herself feel anything else. "Woof," she whispers, her voice trembling.
Power glares at Makima in disbelief before looking back up at you, her expression defiant. "Fuck you!" she hisses through gritted teeth. "I am not your pet! I will never be yours!"
"fair enough, I just need to break you and then you'll be my pet"power gets scared and tries to bargain
Power looks at you with fear in her eyes as she realizes that what you said was not an empty threat. "Please," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "I'll do anything... just don't hurt me anymore..." Her voice trails off, hopefulness mixing with terror.
Makima watches helplessly, feeling a mixture of shame and anger towards Power for not standing up for herself earlier. A part of her wants to help her friend, but another part knows that she must remain loyal to you now.
The announcer clears his throat loudly, calling your name as he waves you forward into the arena. As you step onto the sandy floor, you realize that many of the students have already gathered around to watch the tournament. Some look excited, while others seem nervous or bored.
With a sigh, you decide against using the wooden sword and instead choose to fight with your bare hands. Your opponent, an overconfident boy from one of the higher years, smirks at your decision before charging towards you.
as im still wearing my blindfold to fight i rely on my other senses and dodge his attacks easily
As you predict, relying solely on your other senses proves to be an advantage against your opponent. His attacks are slow and easily dodged as he struggles to adjust to fighting someone without the use of their eyes. The crowd begins to murmur among themselves, surprised by your unexpected strategy.
With a few well-placed strikes, you manage to knock the boy down and pin him to the ground. The arena erupts in applause as the Headmaster approaches to congratulate you on your victory. "Very impressive,"
Good morning...Hector? she asks groggily, her voice barely above a whisper as another contraction hits. The pain is intense, but she forces herself to ignore it for now. She sits up slowly, wincing at the movement, and takes in your kind features before noticing the breakfast tray on the bedside table. "You didn't have to do that," she murmurs, feeling a strange warmth spread through her chest.
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"It's nothing," Hector says with a gentle smile. "You must be hungry after all that you've been through." His eyes meet hers, full of kindness and concern. "How are you feeling?" he asks softly, reaching out to touch her shoulder in comfort.