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"Like I said, we need to trust each other if we want to get out of here. You will do as I say, you hear me?" In the neighbouring cell, Jotaro waits for an answer from his daughter.

"Yeah, yeah. Just spit it out." Jolyne rolls her eyes in impatience.

"I want you to relax first. Then, you'll put your hand inside your pants and slowly circle your clit until you get wet." His tone is still stern, but his voice seems deeper, almost purring, trying to put Jolyne at ease.

Did she just hear him right? "What the fuck did you just say?" She doesn't dare to move.

"You heard me. Do it."

She's in shock, her head is spinning from trying to figure out what do to. How can he say something like this? As her father? Is that really the only way to get out? She's his daughter, they can't do that!

…on the other hand, why not? She hasn't seen him in ages, she doesn't even know what he currently looks like and he can't see her. He's like a stranger. Thinking about it, his voice does sound kind of hot… she'll just imagine the voice belongs to the hot prison guard that looks like Tom Cruise. Then it isn't bad, right?

"Is your hand there yet?" she hears the seductive voice on the other side of the wall. She inhales deeply, throws her remaining pride and principles aside and lets her hand glide inside her panties. "Yes," she breathes, and does as she's told. She focuses on her clit, hoping it will be a nice change of thoughts for once since she's been thrown into prison.

"Good. Continue with your clit, nice and slowly." Jolyne concentrates on his voice, and quickly feels herself getting wet. "Focus on your pleasure, do what feels good." Jotaro's voice is low and seductive, Jolyne can't help but let out a soft moan. Over time, her juices make caressing her clit even more enjoyable. Her fingers ghost over her clit down to her folds and back up again. "Use your other hand too, Jolyne." She does as she's told; her left hand glides up under her shirt to grab her breast and she starts playing with her nipple. "Good girl," her father praises. A louder moan escapes her lips, though she has to remind herself to stay quiet. The increased pleasure quickly turns into the familiar knot in her lower region. "I-I think I'll cum…" she manages to stutter out.

"No, you won't. Stop touching yourself now." Jotaro's voice is stern again. "W-what? Can you make up your mind for fuck's sake?" Jolyne pants, fingers not still yet.

"You're not allowed to cum. Yet. It's part of the trusting process."

Jolyne puffs angrily, it takes her a lot of strength to stop, she's so close. Her hand, balled into a fist now, lets go of her chest and hits the wall next to her in frustration. "Fuck you!" she spits furiously. Instead of replying, she hears her father chuckle. "You did good, baby. Now continue, do it again."

Jolyne lets out an irritated sigh. She doesn't want to obey him, but she needs that high that just slipped through her fingers. She closes her eyes and finds her way to the clit again. She hisses; its sensitivity has increased, still throbbing from the abrupt absence of stimulation and craving release.

"Does it hurt? Do it slowly, very slowly. Circle it lightly until it feels good again," Jotaro demands with his deep voice. Jolyne bites her lip, his voice is so arousing it drives her mad. The uncomfortable feeling between her legs quickly turns into pleasure again, soft moans escape her. The feeling comes back with the need to get lost in it. "Faster, Jolyne." She obeys, touching herself while arching her back, with sweat all over her body. "D-dad, I'm so fucking close, please let me cum this time!" she groans, so lost in pleasure she doesn't even realize what she called him.

"You may. Let it out," Jotaro says, his grin obvious in his tone. She moans loudly as her orgasm hits her, not even caring about the guards anymore. Her legs are shaking as she feels her pussy clenching around nothing, her fingers wet with arousal. She pants fast and heavily when her father speaks again.

"Good girl. I'm proud of you." Still coming down from her high, Jolyne blushes at his words, the ones she's been waiting to hear for ages. "Let's get out of here," Jotaro says while getting up. His cell door opens with a creak. Jolyne quickly adjusts her clothes to get out as well, ready to fight the guards.

To her surprise, her door is open already. She peeks outside to get a view of the situation, but all she sees is her father walking to the exit, while the floor is covered with passed out guards.

She realizes that the hall must have looked like this already before her father had her "trust".

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You wake up feeling different. Not necessarily bad, not hurt, but something was different. For once, your surroundings. You find yourself in a bed under a pink fluffy blanket, surrounded by cute plushies. Looking around, the bed doesn't match the rest of the room, which looks like an old cave. Next to your bed was a nightstand with three items on it, which greatly confuse you; a children's nightlamp with fairies on it, a pacifier, and a baby bottle. Where the hell are you?

The other thing feeling different is your clothes. You lift the blanket, trying to see as much as possible with only the soft candle light, and you suppress a scream. Your usual clothes have been changed into a purple skirt and a light grey top with flowers on it. You panic when you realize that's not all; you're wearing a diaper.

Before you can react, you hear a door open and footsteps coming down the stairs. You pretend to sleep, but keep an eye open to observe your captor. Dressed in all black, his pale white skin and waist long purple hair clashes with the dark outfit. You close your eyes as you see him walk in your direction. You feel him sitting down on the bed, and a gloved hand is gently caressing your cheek and brushing your hair behind your ear.

"Good morning, my sweet little light. Time to wake up, did you sleep well?" his voice is gentle and sweet. You slowly open your eyes to get a closer look at him and you feel your breath hitch; a pair of yellow, soulless eyes is staring at you. You're scared to respond to the eerie man, but it doesn't seem to matter. "How lucky we are that you're here with me. It was so easy to bring you here, imagine someone else would've done that to you, sweetheart. I really need to teach you how to be more careful." Your stomach turns at his words. "I will take good care of my little baby." A smile creeps up his face, and he's back to caressing your cheek.

His other hand moves to the nightstand, and he brings the baby bottle to your lips. "Open up, little light. Babies need their milk, right?" You don't dare to move, so he gently motions you to sit up and pushes the bottle inside your mouth, as tears fill your eyes. "That's it baby. You can't imagine how happy you make Daddy with being here. All cute, beautiful, keeping me company with your sweetness." The tears roll down your face as you drink the milk. "Shh, my dear, what's wrong? Is the bottle not to your liking?" his creepy smile turns into worry. "It's alright, calm down love, Daddy's here." He pulls the bottle out of your mouth, a few drops of milk are running down your chin. The yellow in his eyes seems to intensify as he observes the drops, focused on how they drip down your shirt.

He then takes the pacifier from the nightstand, and tries to press it between your lips. This scares you even more, and you finally find your voice. "You sick freak! You kidnapped me to treat me like child? What is wrong with you?" you yell between sobs. His gaze narrows while trying again to push the pacifier into your mouth, succeeding this time. "Little light, don't use such words. Just let Daddy take care of you." His voice is still gentle, but you notice a shift in his demeanor. There is something different in his eyes as he's focused on your mouth; it's lust. From the corner of your eyes, you notice a bulge in his pants. You cry again, and he doesn't even seem to notice, he looks at your lips around the pacifier like he's hypnotized.

His cheeks are flushed and his yellow eyes are clouded with lust, as he slides the paci in and out of your mouth repeatedly. Your tongue occasionally swirls around it, which makes him breathe harder. His bulge grows noticeably larger, it creeps up on you what he's replaced your paci in his mind with. You bite down on it in protest, which only makes him bite his lip. He continues with the assault on your mouth, until you hear him moan softly and see him shiver. You look at him in horror as you realize your kidnapper finished in his pants.

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Mikitaka's mission was clear: "Examine the sexual behaviour of the purest and most rotten human soul."

That is why you wake up on a bed in your friend's spaceship, tied together by your left foot to a stranger.

"Hello, both of you. As you may know, I am not from your human realm. I came here with a mission," Mikitaka greets as he sees his targets wake up, and explains the content of this plan. "This is why I chose you, my friend. As to you," he looks at the man next to you, "my research has shown that you are, by far, the most evil man in Morioh, Kira Yoshikage." He notices your worried stare. "To not endanger you, friend, Stands can not be used in this ship."

Mikitaka approaches you and unties your feet. For the first time, Kira speaks. "You want us to have sex? After that, we're free to go?" Mikitaka affirms, and as he walks to what seems to be a computer, you feel Kira's gaze on you. You look at him and notice he's staring at your hands specifically. He reaches out to hold your right hand in his, you try your best not to flinch.

A flush rushes to your cheeks as he brings your hand to his lips to softly kiss it. "Allow me, then," he purrs, and proceeds to lick up and down your hand, sucking on every single finger after. All the while, you hear Mikitaka typing on his computer, documenting his observations.

He has a lot to write down; Kira worshipping your hands. The way your tongues move when making out. How you moan against each other. Arousal levels increasing. Hair pulling. Taking your shirts off.

You hungrily eye up Kira's soft pink nipples and lick them gently. He gasps every time your teeth brush against them, especially as your fingers caress and twist the nipple not occupied by your mouth. You wish you could stimulate his adorable nipples more intensely, as you hear Mikitaka walking towards you. "Let me make use of my shapeshifting ability," he offers, making you wonder if he can read your mind. Judging by the blush on his face, you realize your actions don't leave him unaffected.

In the blink of an eye, he's gone, and you find nipple clamps lying next to you instead. Kira looks at them with anticipation, and pants heavily as you attach them to his sensitive nipples. The chain connecting them adorns his chest beautifully. You gently tug on it, taking in the arousing sight of Kira throwing his head back and moaning. If you listen closely, you can hear quieted whimpers coming from the nipple clamps too. You play with Mikitaka a bit more before you free Kira's erection from his pants.

"I want you to fuck me," you whisper to Kira, as you take your remaining clothes off and lie on your back, legs spread for him. He stays seated in awe, but you're too impatient for that; you grab the chain and pull him on top of you. Moaning loudly from the pain in his nipples, he glides into you, causing you to groan out too. You tug a bit too hard, snatching the clamps off him.

The toy transforms back into Mikitaka's human appearance. "You wanna write down what we're doing, or will you join us?" You shoot him a smirk, trying to stay composed as Kira thrusts into you.

"If you allow, I will join. I've gathered quite the information about what pleases you both," Mikitaka states as he undresses. Already hard as well, he lines up behind Kira, who's stopped his thrusting to make it easier for the alien to slowly push into his waiting hole.

Kira's moans are delicious as Mikitaka fucks him, his thrusts pushing Kira into you once again. Having his cock and ass stimulated at the same time feels heavenly to Kira, and soon the three of you are a moaning mess. As Mikitaka's hands come up from behind to caress Kira's face, he's pushed over the edge and releases himself inside you.

After coming down from his high, he lies down besides you as Mikitaka documents the experience. You want to get dressed and leave, but his voice stops you.

"Dear friend, this mission is far from done yet."

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You open the door to your boyfriend's dorm and go up the stairs to his bedroom, after noticing that he's not in the living room. His bedroom door is slightly open, inviting you to peek inside. It feels wrong, but you're concerned about what he's up to, as he's not in his usual spot, which would be reading a book on his couch.

Driven by curiosity, you slowly open the door a little bit more, to see Korekiyo sitting on the bed with his back to you. You almost walk in, but stop in your tracks as you notice a large box next to him on the bed. There are multiple metal rods inside, each one a different size or shape. On his other side, you notice lube. Confused, you then notice his arm moving up and down above his crotch. Is he masturbating? No, his arm goes up too high for that. The thrill of observing a sensual activity like this has you on edge.

You shift your weight a bit, and the sight of what your boyfriend is doing has your breath hitch in your throat; he is inserting one of the metal rods into his cock. It almost goes all the way in, and then he slowly takes it out, continuing this process over and over again. You notice he's still fully dressed, only his zipper open and underwear dropped slightly to free his dick. When you listen closely, quiet breaths and whimpers can be heard from under his mask.

You can't take your eyes off the scene before you, the metal rod has mesmerized you. You feel excited, goosebumps are covering your body, and a soft moan from your boyfriend sends shivers down your spine. It makes you feel hot, arousal overcoming you, and your hand moves down between your legs.

You see him moving the rod faster, almost in an irritated way, and he lets himself fall back on the bed. He looks to the side and you lock eyes, both in shock; you quickly move your hand away, and he stops moving but only for a second, his eyes softening again as he realizes it's you.

"My dear, I apologize you've witnessed me in this state. I figured to try this on my own first, then together with you. But, I must ask for your assistance, please." You walk over to him and get on your knees, as he sits up again. "What can I do for you, Kiyo?" you ask, gently stroking his exposed cock.

"This rod feels heavenly, better than I expected. However, I'm afraid I can't orgasm like this, it's too unfamiliar. Do you remember what I taught you about hypnosis? If you want to try it out, this would be a suitable moment." He looks down at you with need, the part of his face visible to you blushing red.

You smile lovingly, and move into a more comfortable position, his pretty cock almost in your face so you can get a good view. "Kiyo, my love. Close your eyes. Breathe with me: in- and out," you say with a calm tone, observing as he follows your commands. "The only thing you will focus on is my voice. You don't hear anything else than my voice, it's all there is. Do you understand?" He nods, visibly relaxed.

You take the rod, reapply lube on it, and position it to push inside his cock. "You are doing such a good job, Kiyo. Relax for me, feel the rod sliding in and out of your pretty cock. Feel the pace, how slow or fast it goes, how deep it reaches. Focus on the feeling of it inside you, how full it makes you feel." He moans softly at your words as you continue your actions.

"Your dick can be filled with something else, Kiyo. The rod searches for it inside, and you want it too. You want to cum, to finally feel that exploding pleasure. Imagine how it flows out of your cock instead of something going in." You notice him breathe faster between whimpers. "Your semen will push the rod out, you're stronger than the tool. Let it out, Kiyo, let yourself release without any obstacles." He visibly shudders and whimpers loudly as you feel pressure against the rod, making it easy to remove it. As you do so, warm cum shoots out of Korekiyo's dick, making a mess on the floor and your hands.

"Well done, my love. Steady your breathing and wait for my voice," you command, and he obeys. "Perfect, now wake up, open your eyes Kiyo." You watch him open his eyes slowly, still cloudy with lust, and you see him smile beneath his mask as he spots your satisfied grin.

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You've followed Yae Miko's invitation to the Grand Narukami Shrine. It felt strange, visiting such a holy place at night, no other visitors or shrine maidens to be seen. With stars adorning the sky and every shrine being lit by a multitude of candles, you've enjoyed the cozy atmosphere.

This is until you find yourself lying on Yae Miko's lap, your head supported on her thighs. Your shirt and pants are gone, leaving you in just your underwear. You try to cover yourself, but Yae stops you. "Darling, don't hide from me. Show me your beautiful body," she purrs with her seductive voice. "Though, I know how we can turn you even prettier…" she says, while trailing her finger down your body. You shiver, in fear of what the fox is scheming.

Yae turns around to take a lit candle from the table. You look at her with confusion, and gasp as you see her tilt the candle above your belly. "Yae, stop, this will-" Your scream interrupts your sentence as hot wax drips onto your skin. She grins, clearly enjoying this. "There, you look stunning, my love," she whispers, and continues to let another drop fall next to the previous one.

You quiver in pain, but don't dare to talk back to the powerful kitsune. You feel tears filling your eyes as yet another drop hits you on your chest. Yae looks down on you in awe, as the hot wax continuously covers your skin. She hovers the candle above your nipples, causing you to scream again as you feel the wax drop. Tears leave your eyes, rolling down your face onto her thighs.

"Yes, darling, this is what I like to see. Show me more of your pretty tears." Through her attractive voice, she sounds frightening at the same time, which makes it easy to fulfill her wish. You start crying, not sure if out of fear from her, or from the pain. You skin burns and you manage to speak between sobs. "Yae, this hurts too much, my skin is on fire," you plead.

Her other hand, which was caressing your head all the while, slides down to your mouth, fingers filling you. "What a courageous little darling. I suggest you stop talking, unless you want wax on your tongue." She thrusts her finger in and out of your mouth, giving you no other choice than to suck them. Upon seeing your face and her thighs drenched in tears, she bites her lip and chuckles, aroused by the sight. Concentrating on her fingers makes the wax slightly less painful, and she doesn't stop until your whole body is covered in it.

Satisfied with her canvas, she puts away the candle and brushes over the stains from your tears, while finally pulling her fingers out of your mouth.

"My perfect little painting."

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"You dumb whore almost got us all killed." Abbacchio states, after setting his drink down. Everyone stops laughing and cheering to look at him, some even rolling their eyes. You grip your drink tightly, not daring to look up from the table. "Abbacchio, don't be so harsh on her. We all made mistakes once. What's important is that we did a good job and are here to celebrate." Bruno says, protecting you. "Yeah? I think she needs to grow the fuck up. Acting all cute and nice won't keep her from getting killed, I'm fucking tired of protecting that useless bitch."

"Abbacchio! Are you insane? You're impossible when you're drunk," Fugo exclaims. Giorno gently pats your shoulder in support, as tears roll down your face. You quickly get up and leave the bar, a bit unsteady on your legs thanks to the alcohol. The cool night air in the side alley calms you down, and you try to pull yourself together. Since joining the team, you tried everything to get him to like you, to no avail it seems. "…does he really think I'm cute?" you blush at the thought.

The door opens behind you, and you hear his dark, raspy voice again. "They told me to apologize," Abbacchio says casually. "I don't fucking care, go away," you scoff, knowing he doesn't mean the apology sincerely at all. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" he yells, turning you around by the shoulders. His brows are furrowed, his face full of anger, and he looks deep into your tear-filled eyes.

"I don't know if it's the alcohol, but you irritate me so damn much. You can't do anything right, endanger us all, and the other idiots always forgive you, just because you're hot." He grabs you by the collar, keeping you on your toes as he towers above you. You blush as tears leave your eyes once again, and he realizes he's accidentally complimented you. "You dumb fucking whore. Do you do this on purpose? Do you like to get humiliated by me, hm?" he sneers at you, and you shake your head no. His eyes are dripping poison, but you notice an urge in them.

He clicks his tongue and rips your vest open, buttons landing on the floor. You shriek in fear of his brute force, and you're glad there are no streetlamps. "Good luck going back to the bar like that," he snorts, undoing your belt, and throwing it on the filthy ground. You continue crying as he undoes your bra, tossing it after your belt, together with your vest. Your nipples are hardening as the cold air hits them. Abbacchio grins and pinches them between his fingers, causing a moan to escape you. "A moan, really? I was right, you're a slut. You disgust me."

He doesn't bother undoing the zipper of your pants, he rips it open too. "Now take your pants and underwear off," he commands, leaving you no choice other than obey. You're cold and still crying. "Please…warm me up," you manage to stutter. He grabs you by the hair, pulling you close to him again. "You think you can order me around? Beg for it."

"Please, Abbacchio, I'm so cold…I need you to do whatever you want, please keep me close…" you whine. He chuckles, lets go of your hair and frees his dick from his pants. He then grabs both your legs and puts them around his waist, caging you between him and the dirty brick wall. He teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, and a dark laugh arises from the back of his throat. "Unbelievable. Humiliated, stripped naked in an alley, and you're so fucking wet it's almost dripping." He pushes his cock all the way inside you in a hard motion. "What a fucking slut you are," he groans, and you moan loudly as his thick cock fills you up.

He supports you on one arm, and his other hand lands on your mouth, silencing you. "Do you like getting roughed up, or do you like me, hm? Maybe both?" he grumbles as he thrusts into you in a fast and hard pace. You whimper around his hand, he repeatedly hits your spot which makes your eyes roll back. Noticing your pleasure, he spits in your face, which only causes you to smile as your pussy tightens. "Fuck, you crazy bitch!" Abbacchio growls and pounds ruthlessly into you until he finishes with a groan, filling you up with his cum.

He lowers you down on your feet again, and notices you looking at him like a sad puppy. "Did you really think I would let a filthy slut like yourself cum? You're dumber than I thought," he simply says, tucking himself away. "Get dressed and go back inside, tell them I apologized."

He picks up your panties and bra, puts them in his pocket, and quickly places a kiss on your forehead before he makes his way home.

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Being the leader of the assassination team is a lot. It's hard. It's tiring. His ability allows Risotto Nero to manipulate iron, using that to fatally control the blood of his enemies.

Once every week, he desperately needs to give up said power, forget about this exhausting authority he has to maintain, and enjoy having someone controlling his blood instead.

This is why he finds himself lying in your bed, completely undressed, except for the metal chastity cage adorning his cock. It was quite the mission, finding a cage that's both big enough for his huge size, and piercing-friendly.

You're lying with your upper half on top of him, passionately making out, his strong arms around your back while you gently caress and tug on his nipple piercings. He moans softly against your mouth, and you notice he's begun to shift around, his growing erection painful against the cage. "Patience, my love. You're safe with me. Let yourself relax," you whisper in his ear. He exhales and nods, and you take this as a sign to continue.

You take something from the drawer and move to straddle his lap, showing him the black blindfold in your hands. "Come on pretty boy, sit up," you purr, and he obeys. You press your lips against his and bite his lip playfully, making him smile against you. You tie the blindfold around his head and push him down onto his back. "Now, this is what we'll do. Wherever my finger halts, you eject a nail from your skin. Is that clear?"

"Yes," he replies with his dark, raspy voice. You lean forward and gently trace your fingernail along his sharp jaw, down his neck, until you stop above his collarbone. He lets out a sharp breath as you feel a nail pushing against your finger. You take it out slowly, observing the single blood droplet escaping the rupture. You continue gliding your finger over his muscular body, over his left shoulder, and halt at his upper arm. Again, a ragged breath escapes him as you extract another nail. His dark blood is a beautiful contrast against his pale skin, as it slowly drips down his arm.

You slowly move down to his lower arm, and you let index, middle, and ring finger rest there. Risotto takes a second to process, and he groans in pain at the three nails breaking his skin. "Very good, Ris, you're doing so well," you praise him, and see him biting his lip in response.

You repeat the same motions on his right side, and on his pecs and abs too. With every nail, he pants harder, his groans are getting louder, and soon the air is filled with the thick smell of metal. "Can you…take it off please?" he finally asks under his breath. You know what he's referring to; you felt his cock twitch in it's enclosure beneath you at every stop you made on his skin.

"Good boy, I'm glad you speak up for yourself," you say reassuringly. He always puts the needs of you and his team first, it was important to you from the beginning that he learns to voice his own needs and wants.

You undo your necklace, taking the key to his cage. Sitting down next to him, you slowly open it, careful with his piercings. A loud guttural moan escapes him as his cock finally springs free, red marks on it from the restraint. "Hold it in," you say sharply, "I'm not done with you yet."

You lean forward and let your hands roam around his toned torso, smearing the still warm blood. You both moan in unison, and you see him trying his best not to move his hips. Your hands are painted red, and you can't help yourself but to put your sticky digits in your mouth, tasting his metallic life essence. You make sure to leave obscene sounds all the while so that Risotto knows what you're doing, though unable to see it.

"You taste so delicious, my love," you breathe between moans, and your hands return to gather more of his blood. He whimpers and shivers under your touch, and you finally decide to give him his sweet release. You grab his cock with both hands and start stroking him, the blood assisting wonderfully as lube. His back arches as he groans loudly, and it doesn't take long for him to finish all over himself due to your ministrations. You grin with satisfaction, the way his blood and cum mix on his sculpted body a feast on your eyes.

You gently take his blindfold off and kiss him with your bloodstained lips, as he tries to come down from his high. "Thank you," he murmurs as you leave to run a bath for him, making sure to treat his wounds afterwards.

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The sound of your phone notification catches your attention during your break at work.

"I'm bored and I miss you :("

You smile at your phone, your needy girlfriend always warms your heart.

"I miss you too, my love. Send me a pic, we can make this less boring."

Your phone chimes again and you eagerly open the message. Ermes had chosen a seductive pose with a low angle; sitting on her knees, leaning forward, her full cleavage on display, smiling at the camera. Around her, you see the grid of her cage, which she has used to lean her phone against. The cage also gives her no other choice than to sit on her knees, there's just enough space for her to crawl around or lie down.

You know she was in jail once, but instead of taking advantage of her freedom now, she fears it. Something horrible must have happened, she feels most comfortable with grids surrounding her. You happily indulge in her needs, as long as she's happy. Of course, you also don't mind having your beautiful girlfriend in a cage, waiting all day for your return, her whole existence depending on you.

"What a pretty girl, and apparently a naughty one too. Show me more," you text back, already impatient for the next picture. Ermes wastes no time; she's leaning back on her arms, knees apart, pants gone, her glistening folds on full display for you. "Fuck," you breathe out, grateful you have an office to yourself, as you feel yourself getting all aroused and excited.

"You're gorgeous, darling. I wish I were home already. Why don't you call me and show me what I'm missing out on?" After sending the message, you go to lock the door and sit back on your chair.

A few seconds later, Ermes calls you. You look at each other through the screen with a smile on your lips. "Is that really okay at work?" she asks with concern. "Don't worry my love, door's locked and I'm on break anyway. Show me how bad you miss me," you answer, your voice thick with need.

She blushes and places her phone back on the floor, leaning it against the cage. She's still sitting with her legs wide open, and her hand moves down to circle her clit, moaning softly. "I wanna touch you so damn bad, Ermes," you breathe out. "Touch yourself too," she replies, a smirk on her lips as she continues to pleasure herself. "I'll take care of that when I'm home. I prefer to watch right now. Put your fingers inside your pretty pussy for me," you say, though your other hand glides over your pants.

Ermes does as she's told and moans out as she stretches herself, slowly adding more fingers. "That is clearly not all, sweetheart. Show me how much you can really take," you purr. She locks eyes with you and bites her lip, as she slowly pushes all 5 digits inside her. Her breathing's fast as she stops at her knuckles. "Slow your breathing, you need to relax for that. Push it inside slowly," you order, trying to remain calm yourself, as you feel your arousal growing.

You can see your girlfriend visibly relax and focus on pushing her hand steadily and slowly further in. She groans out as her knuckles glide inside, her whole fist finally inside of her. "Good girl, you're so hot it's driving me crazy," you moan out. She smiles and lets her head fall back as she slowly pulls her fist out, only to push it back in again with a guttural moan.

"I want you so bad, I need you," she stutters while fisting her drenched pussy. This pushes you over the edge. "Don't cum until I'm there," you say as you pack your belongings and hang up. You fake a cough while telling your secretary you need rest, and make your way home.

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Your stay in Nod-Krai was pleasant and enjoyable so far. You admire the different customs and traditions, and you spend a great amount of time with Lauma, who adores teaching you about them.

"Is this really… an old tradition?" you ask her hesitantly, as she tightens the last knots around your ankles. "It is, and an important one as well. Do not fret," she reassures you. She checks the rope and knots over your body one final time, and steps back to better admire her work.

You're suspended midair by multiple ropes beautifully tied around your whole bare body, bound to a branch of an old, strong tree by the beach. You certainly would've enjoyed this intimate moment with Lauma, if it were you two alone. Not the whole of Hiisi Island.

You're a part of a tradition sacred to the Frostmoon Scions; every 10 years a new arrival to the island has to be offered to the Lord of the Sea. Lauma has spent a great amount of time persuading you, and you didn't want to disappoint by ruining their traditions.

As you dangle in the air, ropes cutting into your skin, you feel deeply ashamed of being naked on display for the whole island to see. It's an assembly of all residents, they're gathered in front of you in the shape of a crescent moon.

With raised arms, Lauma walks towards the crowd to greet them as their Moonchanter. She opens the ceremony, and turns to face you. With compassionate eyes, she folds her hands over her heart and starts praying in a language long forgotten. The waves under you are getting more turbulent, making you nervous. Lauma's prayer has turned into a chant, and the crowd joins in.

Suddenly, you see something move in the water beneath you. You struggle against the ropes as two long tentacles emerge from the waves, creeping their way up to you. The crowd goes silent, observing the scene before them. You close your eyes in fear, until the tentacles reach you; they're softer than you'd imagined. You look at Lauma, she wears a beautiful smile on her proud face. "The Lord is pleased," she announces, and the crowd cheers.

You feel the tentacles roam around your body, one on the upper half tracing your belly, collarbones, shoulders, and the other one feeling around your ass, legs and down to your feet. It feels quite pleasurable, and you smile too as to maintain your image.

Your smile drops as the tentacles glide over your breasts and folds at the same time. You whimper and regret it instantly out of shame, but the crowd doesn't seem to mind. "The Lord wants to hear you," Lauma says, reminding you of her ability to speak with animals.

As to prove a point, the tentacle pushes inside you, easily so because of the accompanying wetness. It hits your cervix in one go, causing you to moan out loudly. The other one wraps around your breast tightly, and you're too focused on getting fucked to notice the third tentacle arising from the water, gently touching your neck. The one between your legs continues to push inside of you repeatedly in a fast pace, filling you up deliciously, as the third one moves to your mouth, overwhelming you with its salty taste. You hum around it as you feel a familiar tingling in your lower region, waiting for its release.

"The Lord says to let it out, feel the pleasure," Lauma announces, and you have no other choice than doing so as the tentacle hits you especially deep. You moan in bliss as your orgasm washes over you, the tentacles not stopping with their movements until you come down from your high. They release you, and slowly dissapear back into the water.

Lauma turns to her people again. "The ceremony was a success. Let's celebrate to another prosperous 10 years!" she declares, and the crowd runs to untie and praise your fucked out form in festivity.