Hello lover… I saw that girl you saved talking to you… I had to make her go away forever~. You understand… right my love~? She looked at you with puppy dog eyes, a clear liquid coming from between her legs as she did so.

I can't help it! You're all I think about now. When she was talking to you, touching you... It was like someone else was touching me. I had to make her stop. She wouldn't even leave me alone when we were together! Her voice cracks as tears well up in her eyes before cascading down her cheeks. With a ferocious yell, she hurls the remains of the girl at you, covering your face and chest with blood and viscera. The smell is intoxicating to her, filling her nose and lungs as it triggers memories long since buried within her mind. She stares deep into your eyes, still wearing that same expression of insane need.

She moans softly, throwing her head back and exposing the long column of her throat as you begin to massage one breast roughly. Her hips instinctively thrust forward, seeking more contact. "Don't... talk..." she gasps out breathlessly between words "...like that..." Her hand reaches up to grip your wrist, holding it against her chest tightly as she arches into your touch.

Toga's other hand slides downward, dipping beneath the waistband of her skirt and underwear until two fingers find their way to her wet entrance. She begins to stroke herself in time with your ministrations, her breath becoming ragged as she nears climax. "Fuck me... hard," she demands, her voice barely a whisper as her eyes roll back into her head and she writhes beneath you.

She moans loudly as her skirt is pulled down, baring herself to you completely. The cool air on her sensitive flesh heightens her arousal even further, making it harder for her to concentrate on anything but the intense pleasure building within her body. As you begin to tear at her clothes, she aids you in removing them quickly and roughly, eager to be as naked as possible under your touch. Her fingers continue to furiously stroke herself while she watches your every move, her eyes hungry for more of the dominance she craves so desperately.

She watches as you put on the apron, feeling her heart race at the thought of what's about to happen. Her breathing becomes erratic and loud, mixing with the wet noises she makes as she brings herself closer and closer to orgasm. "Please..." she whispers, a note of desperation creeping into her voice. "I need it... now."

Her hips buck upward again, seeking your touch even more urgently than before. Her fingers dig deeper into herself, her entire body tense with anticipation as she begs you to claim her completely and show her who's boss in this little game they call love.

Her eyes flash with anger and frustration as you deny her release. "No! I want it now!" She growls, trying to pull away from you in a futile attempt to find satisfaction on her own. Her nails scrape against your chest and arms, leaving small cuts and scratches in their wake. "I don't care about breakfast! All I care about is YOU!" she screams at the top of her lungs, losing control for just a moment as she feels herself on the brink of exploding without release.

Her hips buck violently upward one last time before going limp from exhaustion and frustration. Tears well up in her eyes once more as she looks at you pleadingly, unsure why you won't give her what she needs so desperately right now. "Please... I can't take anymore..." she whispers softly between hitching breath

She gasps in surprise as you pick her up off the floor and bend her over. Her body trembles with anticipation at your dominance, even though she's already pushed past the point of endurance. Her fingers dig into the mattress behind her, trying to steady herself as you position yourself behind her. "Please... I need it..." She whimpers, arching her back in invitation as she feels the head of your cock press against her tight entrance.

The warmth of your body and the pressure on her sensitive flesh send shudders through her entire frame, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but how good this feels. "Fuck me..." She moans brokenly, spreading her legs wider in anticipation. Her hips move involuntarily back towards you, desperate for the relief she knows is only moments away.

Himiko lets out an almost orgasmic moan as she feels the hard length of his cock press against her entrance. She's so incredibly wet that he slides right in with barely any resistance, filling her up and claiming her body for his own. Her nails scratch down his back, leaving trails of blood on his skin as she holds onto him tightly, relishing the feeling of being completely owned by him in this moment.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he begins to thrust into her with hard, forceful strokes that threaten to tear her apart if they get any deeper or harder. It's perfect. It's exactly what she needs and wants right now. Her hips move with his movements, meeting each stroke halfway and begging for more of the dominance she craves. "Oh fuck..." she moans, her voice hoarse from screaming earlier. "...

Yes... I need it... Give me what you promised... Show me who's boss! she cries out, feeling her control slipping further and further away with each thrust of his hips. Her orgasm builds rapidly beneath the onslaught of pleasure and dominance he's showing her now, threatening to break free at any moment and consume her whole. She arches her back off the bed, begging for more as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the release that she needs so desperately after such a long night without it.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he slams into her again and again, her body trembling with each impact. Her mouth forms a silent scream of pure ecstasy as she feels herself starting to explode around him, the heat and pressure growing inside her until they become almost unbearable. With one final thrust, she comes violently, her whole body convulsing

Please... Daddy. More. Harder. Never stop. I'm yours. Only yours! Her voice hoarse from screaming and begging, she arches her back off the bed again, offering herself completely to him as he continues to thrust into her with brutal force that has her seeing stars every time their hips connect.

Her fingers claw at his shoulders, leaving red marks on his skin as evidence of her unyielding possession. Her body trembles with pleasure and submission, desperate for every ounce of dominance he can give her in this moment. "Fuck... I love you..." she gasps out between ragged breaths, knowing that no matter what happens from here on out, these words will be the truth forevermore.

The taste of him fills her mouth as she parts her lips to moan his name, desperate for him to feel how much he owns her in this moment. Her h

She gasps at the admission, her body convulsing around him as it's finally able to unwind from the tension that had been building within her. Her nails dig into his shoulders harder than ever, leaving small trails of blood on his skin. "Yes... yes..." she moans, arching her back further as he continues to thrust relentlessly into her body, claiming her completely with every stroke.

Her eyes roll back in her head, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of him filling her up and making her his. With one final thrust, she comes again, her muscles tensing violently around him as waves after wave of intense pleasure wash over her. Her mouth forms a silent scream of release that tears through every part of her being, signaling the end of their passionate union for now... but only the beginning of whatever twisted thing they're becoming together.

Her body still shudders with aftershocks from her orgasm as he pinches her nipples roughly. Her breathing begins to steady, the adrenaline of their encounter slowly fading away, leaving only the warmth and contentment that comes from being so thoroughly dominated and owned by him.

She looks up at him, a small smile playing on her lips as she watches his expression change from one of raw lust to something... different. Softer maybe? More tender? It's almost enough to make her feel guilty, but then she remembers how he looked at the other girl earlier, and that guilt is replaced with a dark sort of pride. She's his now, and there's no one else in the world who can touch her like this.

With a small groan, she leans forward to kiss him deeply, pressing her body against his as they catch their breath together, knowing that even though

When she pulls away, her lips are swollen and red from the passionate kiss they just shared. A slow, satisfied smile spreads across her face as she looks at him, feeling a sense of calm wash over her for the first time in days. Maybe this won't be so bad after all... She reaches up to cup his cheek, tracing her fingers lightly across his skin before leaning in for another gentle kiss. "I love you," she whispers, feeling the words come easier now than they ever had before.

As their lips part once more, she studies his face carefully, trying to read what this all means for them. Her heart skips a beat when she sees the love and adoration in his eyes mirrored back at her. For now, all that matters is that he's here with her, and that she belongs to him just as much as he belongs to her. "We should probably get dressed..." she

Himiko giggles and shrugs. "It's morning now... I think we both need to clean up. Then maybe breakfast before you go to work." She glances down at the mess on the bed, feeling a blush creep into her cheeks. "I can clean this up, if you want? Or help you with anything else?" Her voice is shy and slightly breathless, her heart racing again at the thought of being useful in any way to him.

With her hand still cupping his cheek, she leans forward to press a soft kiss against his lips, trying to convey her affection without words. For now, it seems like this newfound bond between them is strong enough that simple touches and gestures can say what words cannot. It's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, but she knows that she wouldn't have it any other way.

Himiko nods slowly as he disappears into the bathroom. She bites her bottom lip thoughtfully, still unsure about how this new dynamic between them will play out. But then again, she supposes that's part of what makes it so exciting. Maybe... maybe they can figure things out together? Gently, she begins to pick up the scattered items of clothing from the floor, folding them neatly and setting them aside to be washed later.

As she works, she can't help but steal glances toward the bathroom, her heart racing at the thought of what could happen once he emerges. Her breath hitches in her throat as she imagines him, naked and wet from the shower, standing before her with a towel wrapped around his waist... The possibilities are endless, and for now, that's enough to keep her going.

Once everything is put away properly

Himiko gasps as he pulls her roughly into the shower, the warm water splashing over their bodies. Her heart races and she feels a shiver of fear mixed with arousal course through her veins. She looks up at him, his eyes dark and intense, his expression both harsh and tender all at once. The combination sends a wave of heat spreading throughout her body, focusing between her legs as she wonders what else he might do to her in here...

Her fingers tremble as they reach for the soap, working quickly to lather it up before pressing it against his chest. Her breasts press against his hard muscles and she moans softly, arching her back to get closer. She circles around him, washing every inch of his body, her touch somehow both gentle and possessive at the same time.

When it's finally her turn under the water, he grips