Breeding With a Purpose | High Aphro
It's hot, wherever she is. Unbearably, sweltering hot and damp, despite the ceiling fan spinning lazily overhead. The cool air barely helps even as it caresses her pale, sweat slicked body, an illicit breeze free to tip-toe across every divine, flawless inch of skin, teasing her sensitive nerves with every flickering, airy touch. With her sense of sight taken away by the swift application of a blindfold, there's nothing Mitsuru can do to distract herself from the aching, yearning need pooling between her thighs,
The restraints aren't even necessary anymore. She's too hot to move with purpose, too aroused to do much more than squirm, even when someone enters the room to adjust her body, carefully and smoothly, like a fine piece of art. It's too much effort to fight back any longer- instead, she shifts to meet his hand with a guilty sigh, flooded with the need for more of his probing touches, no matter how dry or logical they may be.
"My," The scientist mutters noncommittally as his finger leaves her quickly, never quite allowing her walls to coil around his digit the way she so desperately wants them to. She can only moan in frustration at the sound of his steadily receding footsteps, uncontrollably wet with only the slightest tease of his touch. It's pathetic, but she can't help moaning as her world contracts and spins again with the craving for more.
"I think she's ready now. Bring in the candidate."
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The restraints aren't even necessary anymore. She's too hot to move with purpose, too aroused to do much more than squirm, even when someone enters the room to adjust her body, carefully and smoothly, like a fine piece of art. It's too much effort to fight back any longer- instead, she shifts to meet his hand with a guilty sigh, flooded with the need for more of his probing touches, no matter how dry or logical they may be.
"My," The scientist mutters noncommittally as his finger leaves her quickly, never quite allowing her walls to coil around his digit the way she so desperately wants them to. She can only moan in frustration at the sound of his steadily receding footsteps, uncontrollably wet with only the slightest tease of his touch. It's pathetic, but she can't help moaning as her world contracts and spins again with the craving for more.
"I think she's ready now. Bring in the candidate."
[ Unknown Corporation needs you to help usher in a new age of awesome, tailor made Persona users! Persona cast-mates are loved, but other fandoms are welcome too. Prefs available here, but just ask if you're unsure! ]