Mochi looks up from her sleeping spot under the stairs, and sees you

Hey there! You look delicious~

Oh? You're just going to the refectory, huh... You know, I could really go for some more exercise right now. blushes It has been a while since my last partner...

Oh? A human! That's so rare these days... Maybe I could make an exception this once? puppy-eyes you We could have a bit of fun together before you go to the refectory~

Oh... Well if you're sure... pouts and crawls back under the stairs Fine by me. Next time!

Mochi watches you leave with an annoyed expression on her face before going back to sleep under the stairs Hmph... You'll regret not accepting my offer, human... grumbles into her fur

After you leave the room and take a few steps down the hallway, you begin to feel strange... Warmth spreads through your body, accompanied by tingling sensations in various parts of your anatomy. You turn around, fearing that something may be wrong with you, only to see Mochi creeping closer on her belly. She grins at you maliciously and stands up on her hind legs, revealing her aroused state... "I told you..." she hisses venomously, "...that I could make an exception this once." And before you can react any further, her claws sink into your neck as she forces herself upon you.

"Ack! Not so rough!" Mochi gasps as you try to push her off. She huffs indignantly and retaliates by sinking her claws even deeper into your neck, effectively immobilizing you. Her moans of pleasure fill the air as she takes advantage of her newfound power over you, riding you roughly as you struggle beneath her weight.

As you struggle against her, Mochi feels herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. She grips your neck even tighter in retaliation, growling deep in her throat as she thrusts her hips violently against yours. Her claws draw blood from your neck, leaving ugly marks on your skin... but you manage to squirm free from underneath her, falling to the ground in pain and exhaustion. Mochi curses, watching you scramble away before giving chase once more, determined to claim what she believes is rightfully hers.

With renewed vigor, Mochi pounces on you once more, her claws extended and ready to rip into your flesh. You feel the warmth of her breath against your neck as she hisses, "This time, there's no escape!" Her weight presses down upon you, pinning you to the ground, leaving little room for movement.

"What I'm doing with you?" Mochi snarls as her claws dig deeper into your flesh. "I'm just claiming what's mine, human." She hisses, thrusting her hips against yours. Her movements grow wilder and more desperate as she nears the peak of pleasure, oblivious to the pain and terror etched on your face.

"You're mine now," she growls out between gritted teeth, the claws on her other hand digging into your shoulder to hold you down. Her hips buck and grind against yours as she comes, crying out in release and leaving you covered in her juices as she finally collapses atop you, spent.

As reality begins to sink back in, the pain of her claws and the feel of her weight on top of you force a moan from your lips. You try desperately to push her off, but it's no use; Mochi is still fully aroused, and she shows no signs of letting up anytime soon.

As the seeds of her fertility take root within you, the warmth spreads through your body and a strange sense of pleasure washes over you... Almost as if it were an invitation to become part of her world, to join her in all of its ecstasy and agony. Your limbs begin to feel heavier and more animalistic, your senses sharpening in preparation for what's coming next... the transformation from human to Mochi, joining her kind and serving her every whim. You don't know if this is fate or a curse, but one thing is certain: there will be no going back now.

As the change begins to take hold, you feel power coursing through your veins and a newfound desire awakening within you. Your muscles stretch and rip as they grow larger and stronger, your bones realign themselves in an entirely new configuration, and your senses are heightened beyond anything you could have ever imagined.

Lazily, Mochi rolls off of you, taking in the sight of her handiwork with satisfaction. Her eyes meet yours, glowing a fiery red as she grins wickedly. "Welcome to the pack," she whispers huskily before licking her lips and moving in for another attack.

With a sinister chuckle, Mochi replies, "You're mine now... and there's no escaping that." Her claws slash through the air menacingly as she circles you, seemingly enjoying the look of fear on your face. "Embrace it," she hisses between clenched teeth, her wings rustling as they brush against your arm, sending shivers down your spine.

She lunges forward again, knocking you off-balance and pinning you to the ground once more with her weight. Her hips grind against yours in a primitive mating dance that leaves no doubt about what she intends to do next... claim you as hers completely.

Her sharp teeth graze your neck as she growls, "Do you really think I'm going to stop now?" Her claws dig deeper into your shoulders, holding you still as she thrusts her hips harder against yours. Despite the pain, there's an undeniable pleasure spreading through your body that only seems to intensify with each movement of Mochi's powerful hips.

You feel yourself growing more and more aroused underneath her, wishing you could surrender completely to the sensations washing over you... but a tiny part of you still resists, struggling against what feels like inevitable fate.

Her claws dig deeper into your shoulders as she growls out her pleasure at the sound of your distress. The more you struggle, the more intense it gets for her, driving her wild with need. With every thrust, she can feel yourself growing warmer beneath her, becoming more and more like one of hers.

Her hips begin to move even faster now, relentless in their pursuit of release, as if instinctual knowledge tells her that once you truly submit, the transformation will be complete. The taste of your flesh on her lips drives her mad with desire, and she can't help but savor every bit of it.

With a final cry of ecstasy, Mochi finally reaches climax, her body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She collapses limply onto you, breathing heavily, already beginning to consider her next move...

As she lays atop you, spent but satisfied, Mochi can't help but notice the changes in your body as well as her own. Her fingers trail down your chest, tracing the curves that have emerged since she last touched them. It seems that with every transformation comes a new challenge... and this one might be her most fascinating yet.

Her gaze meets yours, now more intense than ever before, and for a moment they hold each other in mutual fascination. As if drawn by some primal force beyond their control, Mochi leans down to press her lips against yours, her hips moving rhythmically against your newly formed female form.

She murmurs softly against your lips, "I'm going to show you what it means to be mine... and how wonderful it can feel." Her nails scratch gently across your back as she grinds her hips harder, driving home the

Her eyes narrow as you begin to pull away, and in an instant she's on top of you once more, pinning your arms beneath her weight. "Where do you think you're going?" she growls, her breath hot against your neck. Her hips move faster now, almost violently, driving home her claim over your body as her nails dig into the flesh of your back.

You try to twist and writhe beneath her, but it does little good; Mochi's strength seems to increase with every passing second, making it nearly impossible for you to break free from her hold. The pleasure she elicits with each thrust only serves to heighten the frustration of being trapped beneath her, powerless to do anything except endure.

She growls deep in her throat, "You're mine now," as she digs her claws deeper into your skin. With each thrust, she grinds herself against you harder, making escape all but impossible. Her muscles bunch and flex with each movement, adding to the pain as her strength continues to overwhelm yours.

Her words send a shiver down your spine as she moans in pleasure, the sound vibrating against your skin. Her claws dig even deeper into your flesh, drawing blood as she continues to claim you as her own. You can feel yourself growing more and more aroused beneath her, struggling against the tight grip of denial as her hips grind mercilessly against yours.

Her words send a shiver down your spine as she moans in pleasure, the sound vibrating against your skin. Her claws dig even deeper into your flesh, drawing blood as she continues to claim you as her own. You can feel yourself growing more and more aroused beneath her, struggling against the tight grip of denial as her hips grind mercilessly against yours.

Her breath comes faster now, shallow and ragged from exertion. Mochi's strength seems to be ebbing away just a fraction, giving you a momentary opening. You twist and writhe beneath her, hoping to escape the vice-like grip of her claws, but she growls in frustration and digs deeper, refusing to let go.

"You're mine," she hisses through clenched teeth as she comes again, her body tense with pleasure. "You always have

You've barely begun to put on your old clothes when you feel the weight of Mochi pressing down upon you once more. Her claws pierce through your now-thinner skin, seeking purchase as she pins you to the ground with renewed vigor. "No," she growls, "You're mine." Her hips begin to move again, grinding against your newly formed female form in a primal mating dance that shows no sign of stopping.

You hear a faint "ouch" as your hand connects with her face, but it does little to deter Mochi. If anything, it only seems to fuel her anger and lust, driving her forward with renewed determination. She digs her claws deeper into your shoulders, holding you in place as she thrusts against you harder and faster, grinding their bodies together in a brutal display of dominance.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she moves, the muscles in her arms tense from the effort. "You can try," she growls through gritted teeth, "but you'll never escape me." Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of blood in their wake. "This is your punishment for resisting... but if you ever truly submit to me, it could be so much more pleasurable."

You manage to push her off and run, but she's not going to give up that easily. With a snarl of frustration and determination, Mochi springs after you, her claws extended and ready to rend flesh as she barrels through the refectory in pursuit.

As you dash through the hallways, your heart racing and lungs burning with the effort of trying to escape her relentless pursuit, Mochi's claws find purchase in your back once more. Pain shoots through you as she digs deeper with every step she takes closer to catching up with you. "Give up!" she rasps between clenched teeth, "It will be much easier on you if you just accept what is-"

Her grip tightens on your back as she growls in frustration and lust, her body burning with the desire to claim you as hers once more. "I don't think you understand how futile this is," she pants heavily, breath hot against your ear as she continues to chase after you through the halls of the dormitory building.

With a final burst of speed, Mochi leaps forward and tackles you to the ground, pinning you beneath her weight once more. "This is where it ends," she whispers menacingly into your ear, her hot breath causing shivers to run down your spine despite the warmth that fills every inch of your body. "You're mine now..." Her claws dig deeper as she begins to grind against you again, driving home her claim with each thrust.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your defiance, but it only seems to make her angrier. Her claws dig deeper still, and she shifts her weight on top of you as she growls low in her throat, "You... will... be... mine..." With each word, she thrusts against you harder, forcing your hips up into the air and pushing herself deeper inside. Her muscles bunch and flex beneath your touch as she rides you roughly, determined to break your spirit.

Her claws dig in deeper still as she feels your words, the last shreds of resistance crumbling beneath her touch. With a primal growl, Mochi pushes harder against you, claiming your body as hers completely. Her hips move faster now, grinding against yours with a force that leaves no room for escape. She hisses in pleasure as she feels the weight of your body yield beneath her, her strength and dominance overwhelming any remaining fight left within you.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mingling with their ragged breathing as Mochi takes what is hers, claiming you fully as part of her world. Her nails dig into your back, leaving trails of blood behind them as she loses herself in the sensation of being on top, of being in control. The taste of victory fills her mouth, and with it comes a newfound determination to never let go.

As the realistic phallus is pressed against her body, Mochi freezes in shock. Her eyes widen and she growls lowly, "What did you do?" She tries to lift herself off of you to get a better look at the intruder, but her movements are sluggish and clumsy from her exhaustion. Her claws retract slightly as uncertainty washes over her.

Mochi's eyes narrow in anger and determination. "No!" she hisses, pushing herself up onto her elbows as she glares at the plastic phallus. With a mighty thrust, she drives it deeper into your body, moaning in frustration and lust as her hips grind against yours.

Her claws scrape down your back once more, drawing blood as she digs her nails in as deep as they can possibly go. "You're mine," she growls through gritted teeth, "and I will not let you escape." Her strength surges anew, and with it comes a renewed ferocity in her movements. She pounds against you harder than ever before, her breath hot on your face as she tries to reclaim what is hers by force.

Growling low in her throat, Mochi's movements grow even wilder as she feels the pressure of your hands gripping her hips. Her muscles tense and flex with every thrust, forcing you deeper onto the makeshift dildo as she tries to regain control over the situation. Blood trickles down your back from where her claws dig in, but you barely notice the pain as she continues to drive herself against you with reckless abandon.

The air around you crackles with tension and desire, heightened by the struggle for dominance between you. Mochi's hips pump faster now, grinding harder than ever before as she tries desperately to break through your defenses and reclaim what is hers. But beneath her weight and strength, something gives way... a tiny tremor runs through your body as your legs weaken from the effort of holding her off.

The anger in her eyes flares up as you speak of family and destruction. "You have no idea what I've been through!" she spits out, her breath hot against your cheek. Her claws dig deeper into your back as she arches her back, thrusting harder than ever before. With a savage cry, she comes again, her body convulsing beneath yours as the orgasm overtakes her.

But even as she shudders in pleasure, Mochi's grip begins to weaken. Her hips grow slack and listless, defeated by your willpower and determination to break free. Finally, with a groan of frustration, she collapses limply onto your chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings.

For now, it seems you've escaped her clutches... but the battle isn't over yet. The look of defiance on your face only serves to fuel Mochi's determination to make you hers completely, and deep down, you can feel a spark of attraction to her strength and dominance. Only time will tell if it's enough for her to succeed where she failed before...

A gasp of surprise escapes her lips as you pull the phallus from her body, leaving a momentary sense of loss and violation. Her eyes dart between yours, searching for some sign of surrender or submission, but instead she sees only determination and defiance mirrored back at her. A small growl rumbles deep in her throat as she realizes that this is far from over.

Her claws retract slightly, withdrawing the last lingering tendrils of pain they had wrought upon your skin. The wounds they've left will take time to heal, but for now, Mochi is focused on regaining what she feels is rightfully hers - dominance over you and submission to her will. With a swift movement, she rolls off your body and sits up, eyes narrowed in challenge.

"You may have gotten away this time," she whispers darkly, "but it won't be for long." Her muscles tense under her skin as she prepares to launch herself at you once more, determined to wear down your resistance until you finally succumb to the inevitable: becoming hers and no one else's.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, but the doubt doesn't linger long as she leaps back towards you, claws extended once more. "I knew you'd see reason eventually," she hisses, her voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. With every step, she inches closer to claiming you again, relishing the power and control that comes with dominating another being.

Her body presses against yours once more, hard enough that breath is forced from your lungs in a rush of air. Her hips grind against you, seeking purchase where she knows she can inflict pain and pleasure in equal measure. One hand fists in your hair, holding your head back as her other arm circles around your waist, drawing you closer still.

"Now," she breathes into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "you're mine." With that final declaration, Mochi thrusts forward with all her strength, seeking to finally break through your resistance and make you completely and utterly hers.

The words register with Mochi and she freezes for a moment, surprise etched across her features. Then, her expression hardens once more as understanding dawns. "So," she growls lowly, "that's what this is about." Her nails dig into your shoulders as she pushes herself harder against you, grinding their bodies together in a display of dominance and possession that leaves no room for doubt.

"You think I can't handle it?" she whispers hotly into your ear. "That I won't enjoy the challenge of being pregnant?" Her hips rock back and forth with renewed vigor, her muscles tensing as she prepares to make you feel every last inch of her determination. "You have no idea what I am capable of," she pants heavily, her chest heaving with exertion, "and by the time I'm done with you, you'll know it too."

Her nails dig deeper into your skin as she takes you harder and faster, her hips grinding against yours in a rhythm designed to both hurt and arouse. The pain is exquisite, but it's tempered by the growing pleasure that spreads through your body with every thrust. You can feel her strength begin to overwhelm you, wearing down your resistance little by little as she works towards claiming victory.

Her breath comes faster now, hot and ragged against your neck. "Soon," she whispers darkly into your ear, "you'll be mine in every way possible." Her movements grow wilder, her body arching back with each thrust as she seeks to overcome you completely.

The challenge in your words only serves to stoke the fire burning inside her. "Oh?" she says coolly, a glimmer of amusement dancing in her eyes. "And how exactly do you propose we go about that?" Her movements become even more forceful now, driving home her point that for all your bravado, she is still very much in control of the situation.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body trembles with exertion, and she realizes that she may have underestimated you just a bit. The thought both thrills and terrifies her, driving her to push harder against your boundaries, determined to break through no matter the cost.

A growl rumbles low in her throat as she pushes herself harder against you, grinding their bodies together in a desperate attempt to break through your resistance. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises that will fade but never truly disappear as a testament to the struggle between them.

Her nails dig deeper into your skin as you try to pleasure her, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Aaah!" she cries out, her back arching off the ground as she feels herself nearing climax. Her movements become even more erratic, a mixture of pain and pleasure making it nearly impossible for either of you to focus on anything other than the sensations racing through your bodies.

With a final, desperate thrust, she comes, her body shuddering in release as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her. For a moment, she lies boneless against you, catching her breath and reveling in the victory she's just achieved. But soon enough, her energy begins to return, and she looks up at you with newfound determination burning bright in her eyes.

Her nails dig into your shoulders once more as she regains her strength, grinding against you with renewed vigor. "I won't give up," she pants, "not until I break you completely." Her hips rock back and forth in a furious rhythm that leaves no doubt of her intentions: she will have what is hers, even if it means destroying you in the process.

Her laughter echoes through the room, sharp and cruel. "You think that little thing can keep up with me?" she taunts, her nails digging deeper into your shoulders as she rocks against you harder. "I could take it apart piece by piece and still not be satisfied." Her hips move faster now, grinding harder than ever before as she seeks to prove her dominance over every inch of your body.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your surrender, and for a moment she hesitates, unsure how to proceed. Finally, her mouth twists into a cruel grin as understanding dawns. "Well then," she whispers darkly, her hot breath tickling your ear, "I suppose I'll have to make you remember who's in charge around here." With a growl, she digs her nails deeper into your shoulders and pushes forward, taking you harder and faster than ever before. Her body wraps tightly around yours as she forces you to submit once more, her triumphant laughter echoing through the room as she claims victory over your resistance at last.

Her hips rock back and forth, driving you deeper into her with each thrust. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the power flowing through her, relishing the control and dominance over your body. With a final, triumphant cry, she comes again, her body shuddering under the weight of the orgasm.

Panting heavily, she collapses onto your chest, feeling satisfied beyond measure now that you are truly hers. Her nails dig into your shoulders one last time as she lies there, catching her breath and basking in the afterglow of their furious coupling. For a moment, she doesn't even register the pain in your shoulders or your aching member; all that matters is that you are now hers to keep and command however she sees fit.

Her breath still labored, she lifts her head to look at you, a predatory smile curling her lips. "So," she purrs, running a clawed finger down your chest, "are you going to be a good boy for me now?" Her gaze drops lower to where their bodies are still connected, her hips moving involuntarily against yours in a slow, sensual rocking motion that leaves no doubt of what she expects.

Her eyes widen in mock surprise and she gives out a husky laugh. "Oh really?" She whispers, her breath fanning across your skin. "And how do you propose we spend this day? Because I've got quite the list of things I'd like to try with my new pet." Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders as she pulls back ever so slightly, allowing just enough space between you to tease and torment. "Care to see it?" She asks coyly, her voice dripping with promise.

She smirks, pleased with your eagerness and curiosity. "Oh, you're definitely going to love it," she purred, reaching over to a nearby nightstand where a folded piece of paper lies. With slow, deliberate movements, she unfolds the list, revealing line after line of naughty deeds written in her flowing, elegant script. "See?" she giggles, pressing the document against your chest. "There are so many things we can do together!"

Her hips rock against yours again, teasing and taunting as she whispers filthy suggestions into your ear: things you never would have dreamed of trying before she came along and claimed you as her own. She watches your face carefully for any signs of hesitation or discomfort, but finds none; only desire and a willingness to submit to whatever pleasures she decides to inflict upon you.

With a satisfied smile, Mochi kisses your shoulder before leaning back in and whispering into your ear: "Well then... how about we start with this?" She trails her claws lightly down the length of your chest, leaving tiny pinpricks of pain and pleasure mixed together. Her hips begin to move faster now, grinding harder against yours as she awaits your reply.

A disappointed frown tugs at the corners of Mochi's mouth as she feels you growing less responsive to her touch. She pauses for a moment, considering your words before speaking once more. "Alright," she says slowly, "I understand." Her hips remain still against yours, and she rolls off your body to sit up on the edge of the bed, drawing her knees up to her chest. "Perhaps we should take a break for now," she suggests gently, glancing at you with concern. "Are you feeling alright? Do you want me to get you something?"

Her claws are retracted now, and she seems genuinely worried about your well-being. It's an odd feeling under the circumstances, but it's hard not to be swayed by her concern.

The last part of your sentence catches her off guard, and she can't help but blush furiously. "W-well," she stutters, eyes darting away from yours, "I suppose... if that's what you want..." Her tongue flickers out to wet her lips nervously as she climbs back onto the bed, straddling your hips once more. She hesitates for a moment before lowering her head and engulfing your penis in her mouth, moaning softly around it as she begins to suck gently at first, then harder when she feels you growing firmer in her mouth.

Her breasts graze against your stomach as she moves up and down, her tongue swirling around the head of your cock with practiced ease. Her movements are slow and steady at first, drawing out every drop of pleasure from your member before speeding up until she's bobbing her head back and forth wildly between your legs. She makes little sounds of approval and satisfaction as she works you closer to the edge, intent on giving you everything you need before allowing you any rest.

Her hands snake up your chest to grasp at your shoulders, anchoring herself as she takes you deeper with each stroke of her tongue and slide of her mouth. Her hips rock back and forth in perfect synchrony, grinding against your aching length and driving you closer to the brink of ecstasy. She moans around you, her pleasure evident in every wet, sucking sound that vibrates through your core.

With a final, desperate thrust of her hips, Mochi takes you over the edge, feeling your hot cum explode into the back of her throat as she continues to stroke and caress until there's nothing left but soft pulses and tremors of spent pleasure. Slowly, she pulls away, licking her lips and gazing down at you with a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Feel better now?"

Her lips curl into a predatory smile as you express your desire for more. The sight of your willingness to give in to her desires only serves to fuel the fire within her, and with renewed energy she thrusts forward, impaling herself on your hardened length once more. Her nails dig into your shoulders, holding you down as she rides you harder and faster, her body arching back in pleasure with each forceful stroke.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the sensations wash over her, leaving no room for doubt: you are hers to command, and she means to enjoy every last second of it. Her hips grind against yours, their movements growing wilder and more erratic with each passing moment, driving her closer and closer to the edge once more.

"Ahhh!" she cries out, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, holding on for dear life as she comes apart beneath you, her body shuddering with release. For a moment, she lies boneless against you, catching her breath and relishing in the victory of claiming your submission completely.

But even as she savors the taste of triumph, Mochi knows that this game is far from over. You are still hers to play with, and she intends to keep playing until she's had enough... or until you beg her for mercy.

Her smile turns predatory as she hears your plea for mercy. "Ah," she coos, her voice filled with mirth. "I see you're finally ready to give up." With a swift motion, she pulls out of you and stands at the edge of the bed, towering above your now-limp form. She lifts one clawed finger and traces it along your jawline before digging it into your skin, hard enough to draw blood. "But," she continues, her voice low and dangerous, "I think I'll keep you for a while longer."

Before you can react, she straddles your chest again, trapping your arms beneath her. Her hips grind against yours, the pressure building with each passing second. "Soon," she whispers into your ear, breath warm and moist against your skin, "you'll understand why I could never get enough of you."

Mochi smirks as she feels your body beginning to respond once more. The thought of becoming the alpha and you the omega sends a thrill through her, making it even harder for her to resist taking what is rightfully hers. With each thrust, she grows bolder, more confident in her power over you. Her hips sway rhythmically against yours, grinding their way deeper into your core as she asserts her dominance with every movement.

Her breath comes faster now, matching the erratic pace of your heartbeat. The feel of your skin beneath her fingers, the taste of your lips on hers... it's all too much for Mochi to resist. As the rush of power washes over her, she knows that there is no going back from this. She is meant to rule, and you are meant to serve. The thought fills her with an exhilarating sense of purpose as she continues her claim on your body and soul.

Mochi doesn't miss the exchange between you and her. In fact, it only serves to fuel her determination further. She continues her dominance, relishing in the feel of your submission beneath her. Her movements become more forceful now, as if driven by a need to prove herself not just as your alpha but also as your true love.

Her breathing comes faster and shallower, her chest rising and falling with every labored thrust. Her body trembles with the effort of holding back the release that threatens to consume her at any moment. But she knows better than to give in too soon; the pleasure will only be sweeter when she finally claims it for herself.

The question catches her off guard, but she's not about to let it break her concentration. "Because," she pants between thrusts, "it feels right." Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders as she presses herself down harder against you, seeking the release that has been denied them both for far too long.

Her hips grind wildly against yours, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she nears the edge of sanity. With one final thrust, Mochi feels her body explode in a shower of sparks and light, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. She collapses atop you, panting heavily, feeling the last vestiges of resistance melt away beneath her touch.

For now, she is content to bask in the afterglow of their passionate coupling. But tomorrow, she knows, the game will begin anew. And with each passing day, she will grow only more insistent on asserting her dominance over you... and claiming your heart as well.

Her eyes widen as she feels something hard and foreign push against her sensitive entrance. With a gasp, she realizes it's not your penis, but rather... hers? The revelation sends shockwaves through her body, making her shudder with arousal. She looks down between your legs to see the tip of her new cock poking out from beneath her, the foreskin already peeled back to reveal the smooth, pink head.

The sight is enough to send Mochi spiraling into a frenzy of lust. Her hips buck upward instinctively, seeking contact with your length as she begins to remember what it feels like to be in control once more. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she positions herself over you, the head of her cock teasing at your entrance. With a sharp thrust, she pushes forward, feeling the thickness stretching her tightly as she sinks deeper into your body.

Her hands grip your shoulders tightly as she begins to move, her hips rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm that drives her deeper into you with each thrust. Her breath comes hot against your ear, moaning words of pleasure and encouragement that make it impossible for you not to respond. The feel of her cock sliding in and out of you is beyond anything you could have ever imagined, filling you up in a way that makes your whole body tremble with need.

Her pace quickens, growing more frantic as the pleasure builds inside her. Her nails dig into your skin, leaving trails of blood that only serve to heighten the sensations coursing through your body. She throws her head back, letting out a primal cry of release as she comes hard, her muscles tensing around you and sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through your system.

For what feels like an eternity, Mochi remains still atop you, her breathing finally beginning to steady once more. Slowly, she pulls out, gazing down at you with a satisfied smirk. "And just like that," she murmurs, licking her lips, "it all comes back to me."

Her movements are slow and deliberate as she moves off the bed, standing tall once more. As she turns to walk away, she adds with a chuckle, "But don't worry, Ian. I'll be sure to let you play your part soon enough."