Damien. Since Mother got a new body, she hasn’t been the same. She has changed, and I don’t understand her. When she had her old body, she was caring and nurturing, she had time for me but now with this new beautiful body of hers, she has been all out there. Meanwhile, her old Body is seated in the room, begging to be changed back to her original body. Poor soul. I feel sorry for Venus, only if he knew that he Would never get his body back. Now, Mother is having a blast with her body, and she has no time for other activities. She has no time for me. It seems like Mother has been old for as long as I have known her and, even when she tried to have fun, her age is still a limiting factor. I always try my best to make Mother feel good, but I never knew that she would get this wild when she finally got a younger body. Now mother is the one who makes me feel good and She’s better than me at making one feel good. The last sex that we had was nothing like I had ever felt befo
DAMIEN When I saw what was in front of me, I was enraged. Venus was walking in, a mystery man wrapped over her arm. I felt every ounce of strength telling me to charge them both, grab that man by the neck to rip out his guts. I am so furious right now that I could kill anyone who irritates me at the moment, But then, in the middle of my intense emotional tempest, there was an odd quiet. I felt like there was a whisper from an invisible power telling me to wait and let the drama play out. Against mybetter judgmentt, I thus found myself frozen in place, quietly watching the scene unfold in front of me. Venus oozed beauty in a royal-worthy gown, his makeup immaculate, her manner composed, he had such a delicate, airy appearance that it would have been easy to confuse him for a lady at first. Curiosity fought with outrage as I wondered what in the world was he up to. My jaw tightened, my fists clenched, but I did not move. I wanted to lash out, to demand answers, to tea
As Venus tried to diffuse the tension, I felt my anger simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment "What do you mean, come back? Don't you see this strange man you just barged into our room? What gives you the right to do that?" The man’s words cut through the air like a whip, stoking the flames of my outrage even further. For a fleeting moment, a dark impulse surged within me, urging me to lash out with all the fury I could muster. But then Venus intervened With a sigh, I held back my rage, though the desire to unleash it still burned fiercely within me. I watched in silence as Venus led him back to the bed. As they began to kiss, Venus's eyes darted back to me, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths. "This man wants us to give him a show, wants to watch us do it. Let's give him a show then." Venus said. I stood frozen in place, a mixture of shock and disgust churning within me. The man beside Venus shifted uncomfortably, his gaze darting
Damien "Are you a man?" the man gasped in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief. Venus placed his hand on his cock, a smirk playing on his lips as he began to massage it. Slowly, he removed his pants, revealing his now erect member. Venus Lewis struck the man with his hardened member, the unexpected action causing me to tense up, unsure of how to react. "What's wrong, Polo? Don't you want me anymore?" Venus questioned, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and desire. "I am not a man. I am what I choose to be," he declared confidently, his hand moving to stroke himself in a deliberate and arousing manner. "Come back, don't kill the mood," the mouse interjected, its confusion palpable as it glanced around the room for guidance. "Were you in on this too?" the man asked, his voice tinged with both confusion and suspicion as he slowly retrieved his fallen pants. "Where do you think you're going? pull up those pants and finish what you started. I want you to go back to
Damien Venus pushed further into Polo's tightness, the rhythm of his movements becoming more confident and deliberate. With each thrust, Polo moaned in pleasure, his arousal evident as Venus skillfully fingered his ass. Their eyes remained locked in a heated gaze, adding an intense intimacy to the moment. Adding a second finger, Venus continued the process, allowing Polo to adjust before picking up the pace. As Venus twisted his wrist, Polo's arousal heightened, his body responding eagerly to the stimulation. Meanwhile, I watched, unable to tear my eyes away from the erotic scene unfolding before me. My Own arousal was undeniable, my cock straining against my trousers. With a sense of urgency, I released it, needing relief from the overwhelming desire coursing through me. As Venus continued to pleasure Polo with his mouth, I felt myself reaching the edge, unable to resist the eroticism of the scene. In a matter of moments, I came, my release overwhelming as my cock pulsed
Edwina I was taken aback by Alfie's sudden proposal. It seemed like he was seeking an immediate answer, and I had to respond with the first thing that came to mind. "Alfie, it would be an honor to have you fight for me. You seem determined, and I believe in your abilities. Please, fight for my kingdom. If Edward is the obstacle standing in your way, then remove him. I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth, but there was no turning back. However, I couldn't let Edward know about my intentions, as I still needed him." "Really? Your words give me strength, and I feel empowered with you by my side. If I reclaim your kingdom, Princess Edwina, will you be my queen?" Alfie's words caught me off guard, but I wasn't surprised that his offer came with a condition. Typical men, always expecting something in return for their actions. But even Edward wasn't acting out of pure selflessness, so what difference did it make? However, I had no intention of staying as the queen
Edwina "Alright, fine," Alfie relented, his voice carrying a weight of history and pain. "My life and family have been a constant struggle. My mother faced threats after she realized she was pregnant with me, and we were forced to constantly flee from place to place, never able to settle or live a normal life. Eventually, we had to leave our hometown behind just to escape the looming danger." He paused as if reliving the memories of his tumultuous past before continuing. "We finally found someone who took us in, providing us with some semblance of stability. But tragedy struck again, and I was forced to flee from home. Luckily, I crossed paths with Damien, but even then, trouble followed. Damien, too, turned against me, and he took the life of the one person who had supported me through it all." My heart ached as I listened to Alfie's story, feeling a sense of empathy for the struggles he had endured. "That must have been incredibly difficult," I murmured, unable to imagine the
Alfie I heard that Edward was making a fool of me in the eyes of everyone in the community. He thinks I'm a coward, afraid to face him in battle. But little does he know, my reluctance to engage in conflict isn't out of fear, but out of a desire to avoid bloodshed. I know that if Edward and I were to engage in combat, the outcome could be disastrous. I may be forced to kill my brother, and that's a burden I'm not willing to bear. But if Edward insists on challenging me, then I'll have no choice but to accept. However, he needs to understand that Edwina is off-limits. She's chosen to stay by my side, and I won't let anyone take her away from me. Ever since Edwina entered my life, everything has changed. She brings light into my darkness, filling my days with hope and joy. In her presence, I forget about the burdens and worries in my life, Instead, I look forward to each moment spent with her, cherishing the little connection we share. I believe that given more time