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At first, my stepmother seemed nice. Things were okay. I used to help her out with chores. She lived on a farm so there was always work to be done and I wanted to pitch in. But she had two daughters who were a bit older than me and they used to laugh at my dirty clothes at the end of the day though I tried to laugh along, wanting them to love me as I tried to love them. After my papa died, my stepmother stopped making any effort with me. She never gave me the money to buy anything new and after a few months...my clothes were just rags.
I’d never been much of a submissive, but for her, I’d pull my pants down like a good boy, shove a ball gag in my mouth and hand her the whip to do her worst while bending over a bale of hay – because of course this fantasy took place in a stable where she made comments about me being hung like a horse and I begged her to ride me like a cowgirl.
revealing her colourful arm tattoos to the room at large and I snorted a laugh as I spotted one of a naked dude with curly blonde hair, bending over while a pink Pegasus drove its horn up his asshole and he gripped his hard cock with a look of ecstasy on his face. The words Horny for the Horn were painted beneath it in rainbow coloured lettering and I had to wonder what Caleb Altair would have thought of it if he'd seen it and laughed louder before I could stop myself.
But the only chocolate they had in commissary was gross. Like honest to shit, I was pretty much certain they had actually done something to it to make it taste like someone had dipped it in detergent or something. It had this gross kind of floral after taste that left you feeling like you'd been chomping down on some soap after eating it and totally wasn't worth the tokens it cost.
I took in the damp hair plastered to her cheeks, her panting mouth and heaving chest and I was lost. Ready to give up everything, lose my job, my home, fucking all of it to have this girl. I’d wanted her from the first moment I’d seen her and that want had grown to a need. A need that defied all rules, transcended every good reason I had to place her down now and walk away.
"Yeah, sweetheart," I slammed her back against the wall hard enough to bruise, pushing my hand between us and shoving hers away as I felt her hot wetness waiting for me, soaking through those ugly prisoner panties. "You're my dirty -" I freed my cock from my pants, "-filthy-" I tore her panties aside "-problem." I lined myself up with her slick entrance and she gasped, locking her ankles behind my back as she tried to pull me forward, telling me she wanted this as much as I did. “And I think I’ve finally found a solution.”
I let my Harpy form fall away then let my hair grow long and thick down to my shoulders in a wavy mane. Next, I worked on my face, shifting my nose to match the sharp line of Ethan's and the golden eyes of the Lion, then I shifted my mouth into the flat an angry line of Cain's.