So long as Yugi was engaged with the content, Miko had no issues to present. Her claim of such came with another noise, making it sound as if she was pleased receiving his saliva to her ass. He figured that would be the case since she was more than willing to take a load to the ass before. "Oh I'm engaged. Sounds like you are too. You like me spitting in your ass?" he questioned half-rhetorically while using one thumb to spread that same saliva around Miko's rectal wall. At this point, Yugi was simply doing some things just to do them ─ things he'd probably seen before in some form of pornographic media.
Whatever development team was in charge of the game 'Iino Miko', they were definitely the hungry sort. She wasn't a good free-to-play experience, but insisted upon a quality content loop? How interesting it was that she fell into the references so easily. All he had to do, according to Miko, was 'swipe' as they were putting it. A promise to make the experience worthwhile, one actually delivered, was all anyone could ask for from developers. Ah, but she even mentioned a bonus. How could he say no to that? "Then I'll buy every pack!" Yugi announced. He used those thumbs hooked into Miko's anus as a winch while slamming full-force into her womb. "Gimme that bonus!" he exclaimed, glans resting at the rear of Miko's womb and spraying directly against it a liquid that had expectedly become much more voluminous, but also viscous. The thick surge had so little room to work with, it crashed the wall of Miko's womb and followed it before filling the limited empty space between their flesh. Given the amount he was being squeezed by her canal, it only gave his expulsion a more difficult time trying to find additional space through which to travel. The end result would be... an expansion of Miko's womb while Yugi only continued blasting away due to the unusual vibrations he was now feeling.
Meanwhile, the Phantom lingered outside, its form half-submerged in shadow as it tasted the lingering traces of mana drifting from the fresh-built shelter. The energy wasn’t wild or reckless — it was concentrated, intertwined, amplified by the pair inside without either of them realizing it. To the visitor, that alone marked them as anomalous… and potentially dangerous. Its faceless helm tilted, as if weighing this new variable against whatever instinct drove it; the air around its silhouette thinned, trembling with the hush before a storm. Something within it—whatever passed for caution or curiosity—coiled tighter. These two were no longer simply intruders. They were a disturbance… and disturbances needed to be tested.
Whatever development team was in charge of the game 'Iino Miko', they were definitely the hungry sort. She wasn't a good free-to-play experience, but insisted upon a quality content loop? How interesting it was that she fell into the references so easily. All he had to do, according to Miko, was 'swipe' as they were putting it. A promise to make the experience worthwhile, one actually delivered, was all anyone could ask for from developers. Ah, but she even mentioned a bonus. How could he say no to that? "Then I'll buy every pack!" Yugi announced. He used those thumbs hooked into Miko's anus as a winch while slamming full-force into her womb. "Gimme that bonus!" he exclaimed, glans resting at the rear of Miko's womb and spraying directly against it a liquid that had expectedly become much more voluminous, but also viscous. The thick surge had so little room to work with, it crashed the wall of Miko's womb and followed it before filling the limited empty space between their flesh. Given the amount he was being squeezed by her canal, it only gave his expulsion a more difficult time trying to find additional space through which to travel. The end result would be... an expansion of Miko's womb while Yugi only continued blasting away due to the unusual vibrations he was now feeling.
Meanwhile, the Phantom lingered outside, its form half-submerged in shadow as it tasted the lingering traces of mana drifting from the fresh-built shelter. The energy wasn’t wild or reckless — it was concentrated, intertwined, amplified by the pair inside without either of them realizing it. To the visitor, that alone marked them as anomalous… and potentially dangerous. Its faceless helm tilted, as if weighing this new variable against whatever instinct drove it; the air around its silhouette thinned, trembling with the hush before a storm. Something within it—whatever passed for caution or curiosity—coiled tighter. These two were no longer simply intruders. They were a disturbance… and disturbances needed to be tested.
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