Deny Isabelle's request
From Create Your Own Story
"Sorry, can't help you there." you say as you cup her breast and gently give it a squeeze.
She gasps in pleasure, and squirms in your grip, trying to get away from you. "No! Not my breasts! They're..."
You turn your ear to her and ask, "They're, what?"
Her face reddens, and she turns away from you. "I can't say it."
You give her breast another squeeze and pinch her clit, making her nearly cum. "Say it. What's wrong with your breasts?"
"T-they're... s-sensitive."
"There, was that so hard?" you ask.
She looks you in the eye, pleasure and anger filling her frightening gaze. "You shame me. I am a holy knight! To be reduced to this state is worse than any death."
"But you don't take your own life?"
She shakes her head. "Suicide is betrayal of the self. I... can endure."
With a wide grin you say, "Good." you then stick your middle finger in her small snatch and give it a tight flex within her. She throws her head back and screams, cumming hard. Her body spasms as you continue to flex your finger inside her again and again.
"Stop, please, stop!" she cries. "It feels too good! You're driving me to madness!"
"I'll stop, when you tell me it feels like your lover."
Isabelle cums again, her body goes limp, tears run down her face, she quietly says, "It... does... it feels just... as Miranda's touch."
With a warm smile, you retract your finger from her pussy, a thick stream of her juices following it out. You lick her cum off your finger, savoring her wonderful taste, as you look at her exhausted body.
| Status | ||
| Health | Horny, needing a mate, several open wounds | Equipment:
naked |
| Experience | Virgin | |
| HP | 75 | |
