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Chapter 8 by HexadecimalPlaceholder HexadecimalPlaceholder

Will she take charge, or be demure and submit?

Submit

Izzy shivered as Joy looked her over, his small cock nonetheless hard. Mortal terror consumed her, her throat closed too tight to even speak. Her own helplessness, and the humiliation stemming from it, sent an orgasm rolling over her, arousal streaming down her tanned thighs. She tried to speak but only moans and whimpers emerged.

She was, for all intents and purposes, a virgin. She had never had true sex with a man or femboy. The closest she had come was when she had been in a prolonged make-out session with a hyper-masculine male near the end of high school. It had given her a long string of hands-free orgasms, though they had both remained fully clothed.

"Oh, you're nervous? That's fine! I can take charge! Just relax!" Joy skipped over to her, cock bouncing merrily in the air, before sticking an arm around her waist and flinging her onto the bed. Despite his lean frame, he was surprisingly strong.

She writhed on the bed as Joy crawled up on top of her, pinning her wrists powerlessly beside her head and kissing her, sweet and true, on her lips. She bucked her hips, humping his thigh between her legs, as she came over and over again, basking in her own powerlessness.

She squirmed beneath him, still powerless. She cursed her body for its cycles, for being a weak variable woman bound to the wheel of her own hormones and organs. "I'm not on anything. Today is super dangerous-"

He shut her up with another kiss, before pulling away so he could hold eye contact with her. His eyes were warm, his face caring, his tone soft. "Listen to me. I am on the pill. You are safe. I have made every possible precaution to make keep you are as safe as possible. I would never forgive myself if I hurt you, especially in that gravest and most unforgivable way. Please. Just... enjoy me." He said, before sliding his small cock into her.

She screamed as an orgasm washed over her. She felt him moving inside her.

"Oh, God in heaven." He hissed in her ear. "You feel amazing." He thrusts into her, again and again, already sending another, even stronger orgasm, building inside her. "You feel divine. I've been receiving for so long, I had forgotten how good it feels to be inside a beautiful girl. And you... You, my little tomboy princess, are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure of making love to."

He was a bit of a quick shot, making up for it with his total lack of refractory period. He groaned and bit her as he orgasmed atop her, pumping a jet of watery cum inside of her.

The semen of a femboy naturally has a lower quantity and quality of sperm than that of a more masculine man, and a femboy equivalent to The Pill was cheap and had minimal side-effects while reducing the counts as close to zero as to be undetectable. In lieu of functional sperm, femboy jizz contained several other interesting chemicals. The evolutionary purpose of these pheromones were debated, but the prevailing was that it allowed a monogamous woman-femboy pair-bond to form faster and be stronger than the more mercenary links between an Alpha and his harem. The Pill actually enhanced these nice chemicals.

The creampie struck her system like a line of cocaine. She arched her back and screamed into Joy's mouth as they kissed, her entire body clenching tight with a sustained bone-breaking orgasm that lasted for over a minute and left her limp and panting. He continued fucking her, as she moaned and screamed, raking her nails across his back in long red lines like angel wings, and gripping his plump ass, broad hips, and thick thighs. He came three more times over the course of the next hour, all three of them inside of her, while she orgasmed more than a dozen times, each wave of pleasure cresting higher, her screams louder and her convulsions longer and more intense.

"I love you," Joy whispered in her ear as she came for the twenty-seventh time, "Do you love me?"

"Y-Y-Y-Y-Yesh-sh-sh!" She groaned out, drooling her head limply, her brain cooked by too many orgasms in quick succession. Cum-drunk.

"Thank you. For loving me." He pulled out of her, and pulled the sheets up over them. Wrapping his arms around her they both fell asleep. The covers were heavy and warm upon their tangled bodies, holding in their warmth.

He kept his cock inside her, still erect, as they both fell asleep.

The Morning After

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