Meanwhile...

Couldn’t that stupid, fucking Daddy have worded it differently?

I was on the bed, **** to cuddle Fisti who was still completely pent up with sexual energy. If I could have some fun with her that would be one thing. Maybe a nice, torturous edging session to really drive her insane. But nooooo, instead I had to make this as bearable for her as possible.

I opted for a big spoon position, gently hugging Fisti to give her a sense of comfort. Given how much this girl hates my guts, you would think she would scream and protest but unfortunately I was not that lucky.

Guess her mind was too cooked to care about that for now.

Obviously her crotch was a massive swamp. My body was **** to wipe her clean down there multiple times but it barely seemed to make a difference. I wish I could just put a diaper on her and call it a day. Although that did bring back memories to that **** the fucking devil subjected me to.

When I wasn’t wiping the overgrown baby I watched the match. Daddy might be a blundering dumbass, but still, better him as a master, then that fucking witch and her pet devil.

So, I was actually **** to cheer him on.

Naturally, things can never be that easy. Daddy, being the dipshit he is, almost lost the match multiple times. That said, it did look like his clumsy attempt at psychological **** might actually pay off. The witch looked very ready to surrender.

I braced myself for the absolute carnage that was just about to happen.

“The winner is Mari Beta!”, drag boy announced and Fisti shrieked like a Kotodama on stage. I tried to cover my ears but this fucking compulsion instead **** me to hug her closer and press a knee into her crotch.

The martial artist took to it like a baby to a bottle. Immediately, she started humping my leg.

“Lady Sylphid! Lady Sylphiiiiiid!”

Fisti gasped, moaned and shuddered as I helped her work trough that twelve hour long pent up sexual energy. It didn’t stop with one orgasm either. Her climax went on for a couple of minutes which the girl spend in complete ecstasy.

All the while, I could swear I saw some pink mist leaving Fisti. Spooky shit.

Finally, with one last vigorous hump, the martial artist relaxed, entering the afterglow phase with a dumb grin on her face.

Unfortunately, that did not mean my job was done. “Good girl, good girl”, my mouth burbled out as I gently brushed her hair. “Who’s a good little Fisti? You are, yes you are.”

Fisti for her part sighed contently and cuddled against me, clearly enjoying this pampering. From how conked out she is, she will probably be in this state for hours.

Fuck me, Daddy better shows up fast!