Extra R18 TIS 297. 23 Wild Dom Play: Horny Heroine (2) (Patreon)

Extra R18 TIS 297. 23 Wild Dom Play: Horny Heroine (2)

I held her, cupping her ass in my hands, feeling the softness of her flesh. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and her skin was slick with sweat. We kissed deeply, our tongues dancing together. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer. Her body was hot and sticky, her skin flushed and damp.

"Yuffy, that was amazing," I said, kissing her neck.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice barely a whisper. "That was the best sex of my life."

I smiled. "I'm glad. Now, let's get cleaned up."

We showered together, washing each other's bodies and kissing. We took turns lathering soap onto each other, feeling the smoothness of our skin and the curves of our figures. Her breasts were firm and round, her nipples hard and pink. She had a slender figure, with long legs and a toned stomach. Her ass was firm and round, and she had a tight pussy.

"You're so sexy, Your Highness," she murmured, kissing my neck.

We rinsed each other off and went out of the room to the waiting room where everyone was waiting for us.

Pearl's eyes lit up as we entered the room, her face breaking into a huge grin. "Finally!" she exclaimed. "You're finally here! I've been waiting for you."

"I can see that," I replied, amused. "Are you that impatient?" I teased.

She nodded her head. "I always get the last turn, you know," she complained.

I chuckled. "Okay, okay! I will make it fast."

Leaning toward the table, my finger pressed the device. The cards danced and twirled, their edges brushing against each other in a hypnotic rhythm. Clicks and whirrs filled the air. The shuffler slowed to a gentle halt, and I reached out, plucking a single card from the deck.

"You are a villain who managed to defeat the heroine. But instead of killing her, you decided to make her yours. Your chamber is in room 1051."

I lowered the card and looked at Pearl with a flat stare. "Another forbidden love play?"

She shrugged. "Well, I need something different and it's some kind of my fetish,” she said with a shrug.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Right."

Pearl grinned and gave me the key to the room. "I will come as soon as possible," she said with a wink.

I nodded and took the key. "Of course."

I stepped through the doorway, my feet gliding over the plush carpet.

The corridor was silent, save for the sound of my footsteps echoing off the walls. As I made my way down the hallway, my eyes fell upon the door to room 1051. A silver handle gleamed in the light.

Tapping the card key, I placed my hand on the doorknob, taking a deep breath. With a gentle push, the door swung open, and I stepped inside.

The room was dark and had a musty smell, with a faint scent of charcoal lingering in the air. There was a throne at the end of the room. The floor was covered in a thick carpet, and the walls were painted a dull gray. It reminded me of the last boss room in the game.

There was a bed in the corner, covered in a faded blue blanket. The bedside table held a lamp and a clock, the second hand ticking away the minutes. There was a window, but the blinds were drawn. Outside, the city lights shone, casting a dim glow into the room.

"Right... So, I just need to look like a villain," I muttered.

I activated my demonic form. My red eyes glinted, and I felt a surge of power rushing through my veins. My wings unfurled from my back. I was suddenly clad in a black coat with a long tail. A crown adorned my head.

"Why did I end up becoming a demon king again?" I muttered, checking my form. I exhaled. "Oh well," I shrugged.

I walked to the throne and sat down. I just needed to wait for her.

Ten minutes later, the door swung open with a dramatic flair that could rival an action movie entrance.

And she burst, like a whirlwind of chaos and misplaced confidence. Pearl stood before me in an armor that looked like it had been borrowed straight from the set of a B-list fantasy movie. A plastic sword, glittering with all the authenticity of a kid's toy, was gripped tightly in her hand.

"You, Demon Lord!" she proclaimed, brandishing her obviously counterfeit weapon, "I will beat you!"

I couldn't help it. My lips twitched, and I had to press them together to stifle a laugh. I mean, seriously?

I cleared my throat, summoning up what I hoped was a serious expression, and decided to play along. "You can't beat me!" I retorted, doing my best to hold back a cringe that threatened to shatter the façade of seriousness.

And then, in a move that was straight out of a cheesy movie script, I let loose an evil laugh that must've sounded more like a dying cat than a menacing villain. I mentally cursed myself for my inability to channel my inner malevolent overlord.

But Pearl, bless her heart, was undeterred. "I will not give up!" she declared, her eyes ablaze with determination.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, she lunged at me, a plastic sword poised for an epic showdown. My mind raced. Wait, was I supposed to fight her? Was this a kind of bizarre performance art?

Instinct took over. My arm shot out, fingers extended toward her. My Telekinesis skill kicked in, grabbing hold of her sword and wrenching it out of her grip. It soared through the air, landing with a clatter on the floor somewhere behind me.

But that wasn't the end of it. My telekinesis grasp extended to Pearl herself, lifting her into the air and pulling her toward me. She flailed and struggled like a fish caught in a net, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and panic.