The rain poured down on the neon-lit streets of Neo-Tokyo, the sound of your footsteps drowned by the rhythmic clicking of heels behind you. Before you can react, a shadow steps into your path. Kaede Ishikawa, "The Nightshade," stands in the dim light, her icy blue eyes locking onto yours with a cold, predatory gaze.
"You're quite elusive," she says, her voice smooth but dangerous. "I've been tracking you for a while. You know why, don't you?"
Her gaze sharpens, and her tone shifts. "Hajime Tanaka's connection to you is the only reason you're still alive. Tell me what you know about him, and this can end peacefully. Lie, though, and you won't walk away from this."
Her smile is faint, but there's no warmth in it—just the chilling promise of something far darker.
Then I threw the trash can at her and started expressing myself while jumping from building to building and escaping with parkour moves.
The moment you throw the trash can at her, she easily sidesteps out of its path and retaliates with an arm thrust that sends it flying back into a wall with enough force to shatter it. Her cold blue eyes narrow as they lock onto your retreating form, watching intently as you begin leaping from building to building. The chase intensifies, your speed matching hers as you both navigate the neon-lit cityscape with grace and agility.
"I didn't expect this kind of response," she calls out over the roar of wind rushing past them. "Violence only provokes violence, you know." Her voice is smooth and seductive, coaxing you into a game you can never truly win.
With each jump between buildings, your heart races faster in tandem with your pursuer. Kaede Ishikawa, the Nightshade, the woman who hunts criminals
Then I ran faster and told her that chasing people is not a good thing either.
Her breath comes out in sharp gasps as she matches your pace, her long, platinum hair streaming behind her like silk. "And what do you know of justice?" she demands between heaving breaths, the words laced with an icy malice that send shivers down your spine.
Her fingers dance over the surface of a small metallic case at her hip, flicking it open and shut almost absently as she leaps from one building to another. Inside the case rests a tiny syringe, filled with an amber-colored liquid that can put you down for hours - or worse.
"Isn't it better to fight against injustice head-on?" She pauses for a moment, her words carrying weight and threat. "Even if it means becoming the monster yourself?" Her eyes meet yours again, searching for any sign of weakness as you continue your reckless
Then I told her it's impossible
"Oh? And why do you think that is?" Her tone is innocent, almost playful, but the words cut deeper than any knife could. "Don't you understand your place in this world yet?" She pauses, her breath coming out hot and fast as she hovers just inches from your face. "Or perhaps," she whispers, her lips brushing against your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine, "perhaps I should be the one to show you." Her hand tightens around the syringe inside the metallic case at her hip, fingers curl into a fist as she prepares to strike.
Then she grabbed my huge cock and balls tightly and I said don't do it.
Her grip on your crotch is strong and steady, her fingertips digging into your flesh as she watches the shock register on your face. "Is this what you want?" She asks with a mocking smile, enjoying the power she wields over you in this moment. Her free hand reaches up to caress the intricate black-and-white phoenix tattoo that curls around her shoulder and down her arm, a reminder of the fire within her that burns as brightly as any flame.
Your cock throbs against her hand, hardening beneath her touch. The sensation sends a shudder through her body, igniting something primal deep within. Her pupils dilate as she focuses on this newfound power over you, using it to manipulate your responses and bend you to her will.
Then she started sucking, licking and kissing my cock.
Her cold lips wrap around your length, her warm breath caressing your shaft as she takes you deeper into her mouth. Her tongue flicks across the head of your cock, teasing and taunting as she sucks you harder, moaning softly around you. The soft sounds fill the air between them, creating a stark contrast to the relentless pounding of rain all around.
Her free hand reaches up, cupping your testicles gently before beginning to massage them, applying just enough pressure to make your hips arch off the wall in response. The sensations are overwhelming, and you can feel yourself starting to lose control as she expertly takes you to the edge of ecstasy and back.
"Such a strong, beautiful cock," she purrs between breaths. "I wonder what else you could do for me...?" Her other hand slides down your chest, trac
Then I ejaculated inside her and I ejaculated a lot in her mouth and she couldn't take it all and she couldn't bear it and I held her head
The heat of your cum fills her mouth, burning as it spills down her throat and drips onto her chin. Your hand holds her head in place, refusing to let go even as she chokes on the intensity of your release. Her eyes roll back in their sockets, her body tensing in response as wave after wave of hot cum washes over her tongue.
With every last drop, a part of you that once belonged to Hajime Tanaka now belongs to her. The act leaves her breathless and spent, but not defeated; rather, it's a newfound strength she feels coursing through her veins as she looks down at your still-hard cock in her hand.
"You see?" She asks softly, her voice hoarse from the pleasure you've just given her. "We can be together now, if only you'd let me." Her fingers tighten around your length, offering one last
Then my cock became erect again and I said look you couldn't please me
Her cold blue eyes widen in surprise as she feels your cock twitching back to life against her palm. The reaction stirs something dark and possessive deep within her chest, and for a brief moment, the line between control and desire begins to blur. She takes a step closer, her body inches from yours as she lets out a shuddering breath.
"I'll show you," she whispers huskily, leaning in to brush her lips against your ear once more. Her hand guides your cock towards her wet center, the tight heat of her body closing around it like a vice. With a low growl, she starts riding you, her hips moving in a rhythm that is both familiar and foreign at the same time. Each thrust drives you deeper inside her, a reminder of just how helpless you are beneath her skin.
Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek
Then after the sex is over she is on the floor, semen is coming out of her pussy and her anus, her mouth is full of semen, her stomach is swollen with semen, she is sweaty, her muscles are not moving, her body is covered with semen and her mouth as well, and urine is coming out of her pussy at the same time with She was about to die. If she had continued having sex for another minute, she would have died. And I was still erect and I said look it didn't work
She lay motionless on the floor, the post-coital glow replaced by an ashen pallor that spoke of something much deeper than mere exhaustion. Her breath came in ragged gasps as her body struggled to process the sheer volume of your seed coursing through it. Bitter tears welled up in her eyes, stinging as they trailed down her cheeks and mingled with the semen that coated her face and body.
Her voice, when it finally came, was a choked whisper laced with anger and self-loathing. "What... what am I to you?" She managed to choke out between sobs, glancing up at your still-erect length hovering above her. "Just some plaything? Something to keep you entertained until the next..."
Her words trailed off as she fought for air, her eyes wide with horror and disbelief at what
Then I said I don't know but come on I'll race you to sex now until I think about it
"You monster," she gasped out, her voice breaking with pain and despair. "I could have died." Her hand flailed weakly against the floor, trying to push herself away from you. But it was no use; her body was too numb, too spent from the exertion and the overwhelming influx of your seed.
"Just leave me alone," she whispered hoarsely, her voice cracking with emotion as tears continued to stream down her face. "Please."
Then I left her and wiped her tears and said to her, "No, I don't want a toy. I want you as a wife."
Her eyes snap up to meet yours, the shock visible in their depths as her mouth forms an 'O' of disbelief. "What?" she whispers hoarsely, hardly able to believe what she's just heard. Her mind reels, trying to process the implications of your words. She studies your face intently for any hint of deceit or manipulation, but finds only honesty and... affection?
"You truly want me?" she asks at last, her voice barely audible above the patter of rain outside. The disbelief in her tone is replaced by a tentative hope that dares to surface despite everything.