Harry can't control himself any longer. (--Sidestory: Dubcon at the Con--)

**Author's Note: Side stories are routes where our heroines act out of character. It's all for fun!**

The snowflake plug didn't just fill Mari's ass: it made her feel whole.

Tingles of pleasure shot up her spine every time she breathed. Her ass was stretched to the limit. She could barely move without letting out a quiet "Eep" of strained excitement. She leaned into the carpet, her flawless round ass pointed directly towards the camera.

Harry couldn't believe his luck. He'd gotten this angel naked in front of his camera and gotten her so horny she couldn't tell which end was up.

Marigold no longer cared about the camera. She didn't care about the five foot rule. The last traces of her hesitation had been swept away the moment she'd shoved the plug up her butt. All she cared about was exploring her own blazing sex. If there was ever a moment for Harry to swoop in and take her, it was now.

Harry dropped the camera, knelt directly behind the busty blonde beauty, and seized her delicious ass in both hands.

Mari cried out in ecstasy as Harry squeezed her cheeks together and doubled the pressure inside her ass. She panted into the carpet and pressed back against his touch to feel even more of this new, burning desire inside her.

On some level, she knew that Harry was touching her. She wasn't pure anymore, but that didn't matter. She had to feel every bit of this newfound pleasure, and Harry was helping her reach heights she didn't even knew existed.

With the barrier broken and Harry's hands on her ass, it was only a question of how far he could push Mari before she came.

"No more holding back, gorgeous," Harry grunted, slipping one hand off her ass and reaching underneath her to grope at her enormous hanging tits. "The minute you walked up, I knew I had to have my cock inside you."

Mari realized that this man was going to fuck her, right here, right now. She was going to lose her virginity- her chastity- to a man she didn't even know.

She didn't care. If sex was half as good as what she was feeling now, Harry could do whatever he wanted.