Wait for the blond to come to you
From Create Your Own Story
After a moment, Bethilda gets fed up of waiting, and pulls he blond to her feet, holding her by the shoulders as she pushes the innocent girl toward you. The closer she gets the more the lust and fear in her eyes intensifies. She looks both utterly terrified and turned on.
"B-Bethy... please, no... I... I'm not ready for this. I... I'm scared." the blond pleads.
"Don't worry, darling, you'll do just fine."
Now mere inches from you, your cock becomes rock hard, and still the blond can't look away. You see the fainted hint of droll run down her chin, and you know she wouldn't run now, even if given the chance. Bethilda runs her hands down from her shoulders to her breasts, and then down to between her legs through her dress. The blond moans lewdly, but makes no effort to stop Bethilda. Then, while one hand stimulates her sex, Bethilda slowly unstraps her dress, and lets it fall off the girl's shoulders. Underneath, she wears a corset, and a pair of long white underwear that go down to her knees.
"You're not resisting anymore." Bethilda whispers to her, "Want me to stop?"
"I... I..."
Suddenly, Bethilda slides her hand into the blond's underwear and goes to work on her unprotected pussy, making the girl gasp in pleasure. Losing strength, the blond holds onto Bethilda to keep from falling, and pushes her ass onto Bethilda. The blond's face is pitch red from embarrassment, and it's painfully obvious she's never had any sexual experience. Bethilda then removes her hand from the blond's underwear, and it's dripping wet.
"Wow, didn't expect you to be that horny."
The blond weeps in shame, "Please, don't say such things."
Bethilda then pushes the girl to her knees right in front of you. After gasping, she opens her eyes, only to be met with your cock leaking pre-cum. Her mouth hangs open, and she can't help but move closer to it.
"W-what... am I... doing? I... don't want this!" she tries to deny as she reaches out to your cock.
"Don't fight it, my dear. Just let it happen." Bethilda tells her.
"But this... this is... wrong. I'm supposed to... marry... sir Reginald." she tries to say as she touches the head of your cock, soaking her hand in your pre.
"Sir Reginald?" Bethilda laughs, "That pompous lord, who you told me your father was forcing you to marry? The sir Reginald you told me you hated?"
"P-please... I just want to go home... please... don't make me do this." the blond begs.
Bethilda sighs. "Well, what do you thing, my dear? Should we let her go?"
| Status | ||
| Health | Mated to Bethilda | Equipment:
naked |
| Experience | Low | |
| HP | 100 | |
