The small demon lady snorts at Abby's comment before continuing to thrust her hips, lost in the sensation of being inside another person for the first time in... well, ever really. "Yeah, I guess things have changed since then," she mutters through gritted teeth, focusing on the pleasure coursing through her body.
With each movement, Abby's pregnant belly shifts and presses against Zaha's lower abdomen, causing a strange mixture of pain and arousal to wash over her. It's an odd sensation that she can't quite place, but it only serves to heighten the intensity of their coupling.
Send me an image of Suckin some big old preggo titties hot DAMN
For a long moment, Zaha says nothing. She simply continues to stare up at Ryan, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Finally, she swallows hard and nods slowly, reluctantly. "I... I suppose we can try," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves of the forest around them.
Her small hand reaches up to touch his cheek gently, tracing the line of his jaw with her fingers. There's a strange sense of vulnerability in this gesture that catches Ryan off guard, making him feel warm and fuzzy inside despite knowing full well what kind of creature he's holding.
"But," Zaha continues, looking deep into his eyes, "if you ever hurt me or my people again... I will not hesitate to stop you." Her voice is stern and unyielding, but there's a hint of gratitude and respect buried beneath the surface.
I put her back in the backpack
With a soft sigh, Zaha allows Ryan to return her to the safety of his backpack. As he buckles it shut again, she can feel herself relaxing slightly, her heartbeat slowing down to a more manageable pace. It's not ideal, but for now she feels safe enough.
"So," she says hesitantly, her voice muffled by the fabric of the backpack, "what should we do next?" There's an odd note in her voice; curiosity and caution mixed together in equal measure.
She hears Ryan shift slightly before feeling him pat the bag reassuringly. "We can talk," he says, his tone gentle but firm. "I'm willing to listen and learn more about you and your people." His words send a shiver down her spine; it's hard not to feel hopeful at this unexpected offer of understanding and respect.
Zaha considers this for a moment before speaking again, her voice small but steady. "Alright," she says slowly. "I would like that."