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Chapter 4 by thenewagewriter thenewagewriter

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Elena chuckles, dark and knowing. “You can. And you will.” Her fingers work faster, her thumb pressing down on Lila’s clit as her cock pulses, growing heavier, longer, the tip now brushing against her own stomach. “That’s it,” Elena coos. “Give me more. Grow for me.” She bends lower, her tongue dragging up the underside of Lila’s shaft, lapping at the veins, the precum, the heat of her. “Such a good girl. Such a perfect little futa.”

Lila’s orgasm crashes over her without warning, her cock spasming, ropes of cum shooting up to splatter against her chest, her chin, her lips. She screams, her pussy gushing around Elena’s fingers, her entire body convulsing as the pleasure wrecks her. Her cock doesn’t soften—it stays hard, thicker than ever, the serum’s work far from done.

Elena watches, enraptured, her own cock dripping, her breath ragged. “Beautiful,” she growls, leaning in to claim Lila’s mouth in a brutal kiss, letting the girl taste herself on her lips. “My perfect, perfect girl.”

When it’s over, when Lila is a trembling, overstimulated mess, Elena cleans her with slow, deliberate strokes of a warm cloth, wiping away the cum, the sweat, the evidence of her pleasure. Lila whines at the touch, her cock still twitching, still growing, but she doesn’t pull away. She never does.

Later, when the restraints are gone and the treatment room is just a memory, Lila curls up in Elena’s lap, her head resting against the maid’s thigh. Elena cards her fingers through the girl’s hair, her other hand resting possessively on Lila’s hip, feeling the new weight there, the way her body is changing, expanding under her care.

“You’re not just a companion, Lila,” Elena murmurs, her voice soft, almost reverent. “You’re my daughter. My creation.” Her fingers tighten slightly, her cock stirring again beneath her skirt. “My greatest joy.”

Lila smiles, her hand lifting to touch Elena’s cheek, her thumb brushing over the maid’s bottom lip. She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t need to. The bond between them is written in every touch, every shared breath, every drop of cum and sweat and love that ties them together.

And tomorrow, they’ll do it all again.

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