Posted on 2024-06-22 02:57:40
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The kobold obeys, dropping deeper into the trance. The sweet pull of the trance drags him deeper into the couch or so he feels. His breathing has become shallow and his heart is beating faster and faster, the arousal building further and further, driving him mad with lust.

Each swirl from the spiral causes his cock to throb with pleasure, leaking from the tip and leaving cold droplets behind on his exposed waist. Every swirl from the visor demands for Akko to feel the pleasure intensify. And so it does, making the kobold moan louder and louder in his lustful daze.

Despite his mindless state, the hypnotic stupor keeping him sedated with the intense pleasure and near unfathomable relaxation, the kobold manages to utter a single word in rebellion to the visor. Not one of resistance though, but one of surrender. A word that signals his submission, his desire to let go of every last bit of his free will. Weakly, he mumbles Please.

As if the visor listens, the black and white spiral suddenly seems to change. Not that it matters much to Akko, hes too enthralled by its swirling tendrils to care anyway, but still it seems to change color. The black gets replaced by a deep purple, and the white turns pink. Nevertheless, the swirling doesnt stop and the pleasure doesnt stop. The messages flickering on the screen dont stop. They do, however, change.

Touch.



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