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Re: Praise the Sun. (Mind Flayer)
Agatha could only whimper in response, waiting for him to deflate, tugging at her wrists as he pulled out of her, forcing her to gasp. Slipping her ankles into the cuffs of the spreader bar, for which she whimpered and mewled at, weakly trying to keep it away but failing miserably, she tested it the moment it was on, completely unable to close her legs, or hide her folds from Ichiro, which were still dripping with arousal.
The armbinder was next, folding her arms comfortably, but very securely trapping them behind her back, the entire thing clipping easily to her collar to hold it snug. Her ability to resist, struggle, or deny all but completely removed, her tail smacked around excitedly, before frizzing out and standing straight up as he pressed the slickened plug against her tight back ring, causing her to shudder and squirm. But she didn't say anything, soon unable to stop herself from pushing back on it out of reflex as it started to edge into her, making her cry out in sensation as it sank into place.
It... it itches... I need it so badly Ichiro... PlEEEEEASSSE! she started to say as he hooked the bar behind himself so she couldn't pull away, ending in a high pitched squeal of pleasure as he slid back into her. Her eyes rolled and fluttered as he spoke into her ear, biting her lip, hips trying to thrust back onto him while she tugged and tested her bindings, unable to do anything about them and his to fuck all day. Not only because he wanted to, but because by her own word, she Needed it. Ichiro knew full well how desperate a female okami got while in heat...
Agatha could only whimper in response, waiting for him to deflate, tugging at her wrists as he pulled out of her, forcing her to gasp. Slipping her ankles into the cuffs of the spreader bar, for which she whimpered and mewled at, weakly trying to keep it away but failing miserably, she tested it the moment it was on, completely unable to close her legs, or hide her folds from Ichiro, which were still dripping with arousal.
The armbinder was next, folding her arms comfortably, but very securely trapping them behind her back, the entire thing clipping easily to her collar to hold it snug. Her ability to resist, struggle, or deny all but completely removed, her tail smacked around excitedly, before frizzing out and standing straight up as he pressed the slickened plug against her tight back ring, causing her to shudder and squirm. But she didn't say anything, soon unable to stop herself from pushing back on it out of reflex as it started to edge into her, making her cry out in sensation as it sank into place.
It... it itches... I need it so badly Ichiro... PlEEEEEASSSE! she started to say as he hooked the bar behind himself so she couldn't pull away, ending in a high pitched squeal of pleasure as he slid back into her. Her eyes rolled and fluttered as he spoke into her ear, biting her lip, hips trying to thrust back onto him while she tugged and tested her bindings, unable to do anything about them and his to fuck all day. Not only because he wanted to, but because by her own word, she Needed it. Ichiro knew full well how desperate a female okami got while in heat...