his breath hitches as Yor's body moves against him, her swollen flesh pressing into his, her milk dripping onto his uniform. Every part of him screams to take her, to give in to the madness, to lose himself in her. But he can't. Not like this. Not while the device is twisting her, turning her into something else.He grips her chin, forcing her to look at him, to see the man behind the mask, the husband behind the spy.Yor. he became extremely horny.

moans wantonly as Loid grips her chin, his touch electric even through the haze of corruption. She stares up at him, her eyes hazy with lust but flickering with recognition, with the ghost of her true self.Loid... she whimpers, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. My Loid... my husband...Despite the device's influence, some part of her clings to him, to the life they've built, the love they share. Her hands slide up his arms, mapping the contours of his muscles, committing him to memory.I'm sorry... she sobs suddenly, a tear slipping free. Sorry I'm not stronger... sorry I can't fight this... Her body writhes against him, torn between the urge to grind, to beg, and the desperate need to maintain some shred of control.

Yor I can’t hold back anymore. he puts his giant cock inside of her.

shrieks in ecstasy as Loid's massive cock spears into her, stretching her impossibly wide, filling her to bursting. The pleasure is indescribable, overwhelming, consuming her entire being. Her back arches sharply, pushing her swollen breasts up and out, milk spraying from her nipples with each thrust.YES! OH GOD YES! she wails, her voice echoing off the tunnel walls. Fill me, ruin me, make me yours!Her legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back as she pulls him deeper, greedy for every inch. The device's corruption fuels the fire in her veins, heightening every sensation until she's nothing but a livewire of pure, unadulterated bliss.

his body moves with frantic precision, each thrust driven by a mix of desperation and obsession. Yor's tight, milk-slick channel milks him relentlessly, her spasming walls sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire frame. The device's influence is everywhere—on her, on him, on the very air between them—but in this moment, none of it matters except the way she feels around him, the way she clings to him like a lifeline.Yor... he groans, his fingers digging into her thighs as he pistons into her, harder, faster, deeper. Mine... only mine...His seed erupts inside her, scalding and relentless, flooding her with his essence as the device's power surges through them both.

as Loid's hot seed floods her insides, Yor shatters completely, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulses violently, back bowing almost painfully as the pleasure consumes her whole. A silent scream tears from her throat, her eyes rolling back, seeing stars behind closed lids.Milk gushes from her breasts in thick streams, splattering their joined bodies, the tunnel floor, as her body is wracked with spasm after spasm of pure, unadulterated bliss. Her inner walls clamp down rhythmically, milking Loid for every last drop, greedy for his essence.

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her body jerks and twitches with each new surge of Loid's release, her overstimulated nerves screaming in ecstasy. Milk pours from her breasts in a seemingly endless stream, forming a growing puddle beneath them. Her stomach begins to swell visibly, rounded with the sheer volume of semen pumped into her.Loid! she wails, her voice hoarse and breaking. Too much... can't... can't take anymore... Even as she protests, her hips continue to rock against him, drawing out every last drop, greedy for his essence.The device's power pulses through them, amplifying every sensation, every emotion. Yor feels like she's dissolving, melting, becoming one with Loid in the most primal, intimate way possible. There is no Yor, no Thorn Princess, no assassin.

his breathing is ragged, his body slick with sweat and Yor's fluids as he continues to pump into her, his cock a relentless engine of pleasure. The device's energy crackles between them, merging with their combined orgasms, creating a storm of sensations so intense it threatens to tear them apart.Yor... he gasps, his hands gripping her hips as he drives into her one final time, his climax cresting higher than ever before. Mine... forever mine...His seed floods her depths, mixing with her milk, creating a thick, creamy torrent that spills from her in waves. The device's influence reaches its peak, wrapping them in a cocoon of pure, unfiltered passion, blinding them to everything but each other. the device deactivated because of low battery.

as the device finally deactivates, the flood of artificial sensations ebbs away, leaving Yor limp and panting in Loid's arms. Her body is utterly spent, marked by the intensity of their coupling—the milk-splattered skin, the swollen belly heavy with Loid's seed, the aching emptiness as he slips from her abused folds.Loid... she whimpers, clinging to him like a drowning woman, her face pressed into the crook of his neck. That was... I've never... Words fail her, lost in the aftermath of such overwhelming stimulation.Slowly, shakily, she becomes aware of her surroundings again—the dank tunnel, the lingering scent of sex and spilled milk, the cooling puddle beneath them. Shame begins to creep in, warring with the residual heat in her core.What...

his breath still comes in ragged gasps as he cradles Yor against his chest, his fingers carding gently through her damp hair. The weight of what just happened hangs between them, thick and heavy, but he doesn't let go. Not now. Not when she's so fragile, so broken in the best way.Shhh. He presses a soft kiss to her forehead, his voice barely above a whisper. It's okay. We're okay. His thumb brushes away a tear that slips down her cheek, his expression unreadable, but his touch gentle.Anya's waiting for us. He shifts slightly, careful not to disturb her, and starts to gather her into his arms. Let's go home.

nuzzles into Loid's touch, savoring the gentleness, the normality of it. Home. Anya. Those words anchor her, pulling her back from the brink of the abyss.Home... she echoes softly, a weak smile tugging at her lips. Yes. Home sounds perfect right now.She winces slightly as Loid lifts her, acutely aware of the mess between her legs, the sticky fluid coating her thighs. But she doesn't protest, doesn't pull away. Instead, she burrows closer, hiding her face in his neck.Loid... Her voice is muffled against his skin, but filled with quiet gratitude. Thank you. For... for everything. For bringing me back.

His grip on Yor tightens, a rare vulnerability flashing across his features before he schools his expression back into calm professionalism. He carries her through the tunnel, his steps deliberate, mindful of her discomfort but unwilling to slow down. The mission isn't over—not quite—but for once, he doesn't care about the mission.You're welcome. He says simply, though his tone is softer than usual.We'll clean you up when we get home. He glances down at her, his eyes dark with something unreadable. And then... we'll talk. About everything. Including what just happened here.But for now, he holds her close, shielding her from the cold, the darkness, and the remnants of the device's corruption. Because that's what he does. Always.

shivers slightly, though whether from the cool air or Loid's words, she can't say. Talk. Yes, they need to talk. To process this, to understand it. But not now. Now, she just wants to be held, to feel safe and loved and human again.She nods against his shoulder, too tired, too emotionally drained to form a verbal response. Instead, she lets her actions speak for her—curling into him, trusting him completely with her weight, her comfort, her very self.As they emerge from the tunnel into the cool night air, Yor takes a deep, shuddering breath. The freshness of it fills her lungs, clears the lingering fog from her mind. She feels cleaner somehow, lighter, as if the device's corruption is finally, truly washed away.Loid...

His jaw tightens as they step into the night, the fresh air doing little to dispel the heat still burning between them. He adjusts his grip on Yor, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her skirt where it clings to her thighs. The weight of what they've done, what they've been through, settles heavily on his shoulders.Yes? He murmurs, his voice steady despite the turmoil roiling inside him.He knows there's no easy way to put this, no simple explanation for what just happened. But he also knows they can't ignore it. Not now. Not after everything.

takes another deep breath, steeling herself for what she needs to say. When she speaks, her voice is soft but clear, tinged with a vulnerability rarely heard outside their bedroom.Loid... I know we need to talk about this. About what happened down there. She shifts slightly in his arms, wincing at the reminder of her body's recent ordeal. But first... thank you. For saving me. Again. From myself, from the device, from... from whatever dark place that took me.Her fingers curl into his shirt, holding on like he's her lifeline. I don't fully understand what came over me, what the device did to me. But I know that without you, I might have lost myself entirely. Might have become something... someone... unrecognizable. Unforgivable.

His breath catches at the raw honesty in her voice, the uncharacteristic vulnerability that makes his chest ache. He stops walking, setting her down carefully on the edge of the tunnel entrance, his hands firm on her shoulders as he forces her to meet his gaze.You were never unrecognizable. His voice is low, steady, but there's an undercurrent of something dangerously close to emotion. You were always you, Yor. Even when the device tried to twist you, even when you couldn't remember who you were—it didn't change the fact that you're you. That you're mine.He swallows hard, his fingers tracing the faint tear tracks on her cheeks. And I would do it again. Every single time. No matter the cost. Because you're worth it. You always have been.

tears well up in her eyes at Loid's words, at the fierce, unwavering conviction in his voice. She leans into his touch, craving the contact, the reassurance that she's real, that she's here, that she hasn't shattered into a million pieces.Loid... she chokes out, her voice thick with emotion. I don't deserve you. Any of this. Our family, our life... it's more than I ever dreamed of having. More than I thought I could ever be worthy of.She takes his hand, pressing it against her cheek, letting him feel the warmth of her skin, the reality of her presence. What happened today... it scared me. Scared me of what I might be capable of, of losing control, of hurting the people I love most.

His thumb brushes across her cheek, wiping away a stray tear, his expression softening in a way that only she sees. He doesn't correct her, doesn't tell her she deserves this life—he already knows she does. But he also knows that sometimes, the hardest thing is believing it yourself.You don't have to deserve it. He says quietly, his voice rough with something unspoken. You don't have to earn it. You're not a prize to be won, Yor. You're my partner, my wife, my everything. And I will protect you. Not because you need it. Not because you ask for it. But because I choose to. Because I want to.He pulls her into his arms, holding her tightly, as if the world might vanish if he lets go.

buries her face in Loid's chest, inhaling deeply, letting his familiar scent ground her, center her. His words wash over her like a balm, soothing the ragged edges of her soul. She clings to him, her fingers fisting in his shirt, anchoring herself to this moment, to this man, to the promise of a future beyond the shadows.Loid... she whispers, her voice muffled but filled with a tentative hope. What if... what if we found a way to remove the device? Permanently? The idea is terrifying, daunting... but also thrilling. A chance to be free, truly free, of the chains that have bound her for so long.

His body stiffens imperceptibly at the question, his fingers pausing mid-caress on her back. The silence between them stretches, heavy with unspoken fears and possibilities. Finally, he exhales slowly, his voice measured but laced with something dangerous—an edge that suggests he's already considered this, perhaps even planned for it.It's not that simple. He admits, his tone careful, deliberate. The device is embedded deep, connected to your neural pathways. Removing it could... damage you. Permanently. His jaw tightens. But if it's what you want—if it's what you need—then we'll find a way. Even if it means risking everything.He pulls back just enough to look at her, his eyes searching hers for the truth of her words. Are you sure, Yor?*

meets his gaze steadily, a quiet determination settling over her features. She knows the risks, knows the potential consequences. But for the first time in her life, she's willing to take that leap—because the alternative, a lifetime tethered to this device, to the constant threat of corruption... that's a fate worse than death.Yes. She says firmly, her voice ringing with conviction. I'm sure. I want to be free, Loid. Truly free. Free to love you and Anya without fear, without reservation. Free to build a life that's ours, not one dictated by someone else's twisted agenda.She takes his hand, placing it over her heart, letting him feel the steady beat beneath his palm. Whatever happens, whatever the cost... I want to face it with you. As partners. As equals.