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Chapter 2 by Overcharge Overcharge

Who's the lesbo we're converting today?

creepy monster

Whisper towers over you, her nine foot frame casting a long, intimidating shadow across the pine needle floor. Her grey skin is currently a mottled forest green to blend with the thick canopy above, but her grey eyes are locked onto you with an intense, predatory maternal hunger. As you reach down and pull your pants down, exposing your massive, unwashed cock to the cool forest air, she doesn't look disgusted. Instead, her split jaw twitches, and a wave of heat radiates from her as she senses your scent and the sight of your heavy endowment.

Telepathically, her voice enters your mind like a warm, heavy velvet blanket, vibrating in your very skull.

“...Oh... such a heavy, ripe tool you carry... a little seed bearer...” She feels a surge of primal instinct; to her, you are a magnificent specimen of a 'toy' something to be used for pleasure and then kept safe like a precious, fleshy treasure.

She kneels, her massive, powerful limbs folding with surprising grace. As she leans in, you feel the sheer scale of her; she is enormous. When her face nears you, you feel the strange, cool sensation of her telepathic presence pressing against your consciousness, making your head swim with a mix of intimidation and arousal. As she begins to take you into her mouth, the sensation is overwhelming. Her mouth is warm and incredibly strong, her tongue moving with a practiced, dominant rhythm that tells you she intends to use you exactly as she sees fit.

You feel a rush of intense, throbbing heat in your groin as her lips wrap around your girth, the friction of her skin against your unwashed flesh sending jolts of electricity up your spine. You feel a sense of helplessness, realizing that while she may use you for her own release, she is the one in total control of this encounter.

“...shhh... let the strength flow... give your essence to your protector...” she whispers into your mind, her eyes looking up at you even as she works, her gaze commanding you to surrender to her care.

What's next?

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