Her long hair… Would I have ended up just like her if I hadn’t cut my hair? Moaning like a slut with a… Zaki swallowed hard. His imagination took him to places he had denied for so long. The way the cat girl’s hair stuck to her sexy, pitiful face… Just like his hair stuck to his face.
Zaki wondered if he looked as sexy as she did, moaning while filled with cocks, her silver hair sticking to her small breasts, to her belly, to his belly, all the way to their cocks…
“Eh?” Zaki realized that the long silver hair that stuck to both their bodies was just as much his as the futa girl’s. He pulled on a couple of strands and felt the pull on his scalp. “When? How?”
“What’s wrong?” Beatrice asked.
“I… Ah!?” Zaki looked down on his body and finally saw that he was truly the spitting image of the futanari cat girl. Or was she the spitting image of him? Sa fra, sa small tits, sa dicks—hers resting on the half-inserted shaft of his.
“W-Why?” Zaki moaned as he looked at his dick, aligned with the cat girl’s, feeling himself tingle in more places than one. Why did his dick throb at the re realization that he looked exactly like the cat girl who he wanted to fuck in every hole? Why did he look like her? Why did he want to fuck her? Why did he want to hear her moans? Why did he want to see her cum from her corrupted futanari cock?
Zaki watched his tits rise up and down, his nipples growing. He wanted to touch them. Did it feel good when soone bit into them? But a different pleasure called to him. A calling that he could not deny.
But why down there? Zaki felt pleasure coursing through his taint before, while he forced won to stimulate himself down there. But this was incomparably different. Zaki knew the answer already. If he and she were the sa… “C-Can’t be…” Zaki gasped.
“Go on, touch it,” Beatrice said softly. The succubus stood and waited patiently, subtly massaging this malleable world to her whims. Though she was still inside the cat girl’s tight body, her second cock throbbed in anticipation of the second tight body it was about to skewer.
“I… I…” Zaki’s slender hands trembled as he moved past the dicks, down below his balls where a new pleasure called to him. The tip of his finger touched a soft, moist hotness, and Zaki pressed into it.
“Haaahn~!” Zaki let out a moan just like the one he heard so much from the cat girl’s lips. Pussy! Zaki threw his head as he succumbed to these female sensations.
I have a pussy! I have to stop! Why can’t I stop? Zaki’s fingers started moving without his command. His pleasure center took control, seeking to feed itself on what it craved for so long.
A girl’s body! A disgusting futa girl’s body! Zaki moaned louder, his cock throbbing on the verge of orgasm.
“Keep going,” Beatrice encouraged Zaki. “You’re so close.”
“Ahn~!” Zaki was close. Even without thrusting, his delicate body shook and trembled all over. His fingers were all it took to drive him to the brink from which there was no return.
Zaki had stopped himself from going too far countless tis before. Girls’ tongues licking his hole didn’t count. Girls’ tongues going inside his hole didn’t count. Him touching him hole while he masturbated didn’t count—after all it was only on the outside, and he preferred girls’ tongues anyway.
But now it was his pussy. And if he was rubbing himself out like a girl already, was it really that bad to touch the rim of his ass? Wait, stop! Zaki tried to warn himself. If you do it now...
“Oahn!?” Zaki twitched just from touching himself there. His cock twitched within the cat girl’s warmth. His fingers moved across his wet pussy even faster. His other finger started moving without hesitation. Why did he let it slide in? Just a little… Zaki told himself. It’s so thin… Since it was so thin it was fine for him to let it slide inside a little.
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