Ivanka Is A Cuck (3) [18+]

Previously,

In an effort to soothe his restless slumber, she peppered him with kisses, her whispered reassurances a steady stream. Yet, amidst her loving gesture, Ivanka detected an abrupt change in Willow's demeanor. Her embrace stiffened, a peculiar sensation filling the air—a tantalizing sweetness that didn't quite belong.

The realization struck her with sudden clarity. Willow was in the throes of a primal, overwhelming instinct—she was in heat. Ivanka's mind raced as she recognized the urgency of the situation, the need to act swiftly to ease her beloved's distress.

Before she could formulate a plan, Willow, caught in the grip of her heated state, made an unexpected move. The suddenness of her lean-in, pressing her lips to Ivanka's, took her by surprise. A jolt of surprise coursed through Ivanka, momentarily stunning her.

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Ivanka, the stoic goddess, stood her ground with an unyielding resolve. Her eyes, usually soft and filled with affection for her beautiful boy, Willow, were now clouded with a mix of concern and confusion. Willow, known for his adorable advances and affectionate demeanor, had shifted under the influence of some external force. She struggled to rationalize the sudden change, attempting to attribute it to the Demon God's interference.

"It's not you, my dear," Ivanka attempted to explain, her voice tinged with a blend of worry and reassurance. "The Demon God's influence has stirred something within you, something beyond your control."

But before she could elucidate further, Willow silenced her with another kiss, one that held an unexpected intensity. Ivanka's initial surprise quickly turned into alarm as she sensed a shift in dynamics, a power imbalance that she hadn't anticipated.

In the throes of the kiss, Ivanka felt something unsettling. Willow's actions were not merely passionate; they were draining her, siphoning her strength with each forceful movement of his lips. Panic began to grip her as the realization dawned upon her—Willow wasn't just stealing a kiss; he was usurping her divine energy.

Struggling against the unexpected assault, Ivanka's attempts to push Willow away grew futile. Her strength waned with each passing moment, leaving her defenseless against Willow's overwhelming power. The realization hit her like a thunderbolt—Willow wasn't merely overpowering her physically; he was absorbing her essence through their connection.

The once gentle and endearing Willow had transformed into a conduit of force, sapping her divine might with each passing second. His kisses became a conduit for draining her energy, and with each stolen moment, Ivanka weakened, feeling her powers slipping away.

Caught in a desperate struggle, Ivanka tried to break free, summoning every ounce of her remaining strength. But it was too late. Willow's actions had taken their toll, leaving her weakened and vulnerable. Her mind raced as she grappled with the severity of the situation—how could her beautiful boy have become a vessel for such malevolent power?

With every time she tried to struggle to win dominance back, Willow saps away her strength almost as if he was the quicksand that she was sinking in. It didn't help that she found this new aggressive side of him to be a bit of a turn on for her, as something within her - her deepest, darkest desires - were threatening to come out.

Willow didn't fail to notice it, as he found that Ivanka was starting to stink of lust as well, and looked down to see that something was rising within her breeches. Willow just grinned with his eyes, as he slid over to the side, pushing both of them down on the bed, as he quickly takes off her pants, to reveal her thick, elven meat while Ivanka groans in pleasure. Willow gets an idea, or rather a theory as to why Ivanka was getting hornier the more she lost her dominance over him - no, she wasn't being turned on from the loss of dominance.

Willow, or rather yet, the lust-infected Willow sees that Ivanka's eyes were glancing periodically over at the bed of tentacles that the Demon God had left behind and saw that she was getting harder.

Willow understood then. Basically speaking, Ivanka was a cuck. . .Now, Willow knew that everyone had their kinks but he didn't expect someone like Ivanka to have a cuck kink, or was it more of an inferiority complex kink but either way, both of them lead to a weapon that he could use. He kissed down Ivanka's neck, as his soft fingers trailed across the valley of her boobs as she groaned, then he brought his lips next to Ivanka's elven ears and whispered, "Why are you getting turned on even though we're on a bed made by someone you despised? Hmm?"

Ivanka panicked, as she in her stoic face - sputtered a denial but Willow cut in with a seductive laugh, "Oh please, don't lie to me, beloved. Hmm. . .I'm thinking somebody has a cuck fetish."

Ivanka gulps down, which means that Willow was right. He continues to trail down her boobs, to her navel before hovering above her throbbing dick. "Tell me, did you get hard when you thought your greatest enemy was about to fuck me in these sheets?"

And instantly, Ivanka's breathing was labored, and Willow thought to tease her further. "Or, how about when you were suspiciously late in trying to save me? Did you enjoy the show of your sister's big. . .fat. . .cock nearly entering me?" Ivanka's hips jerked up, showing her bright red dick, signalling that she was about to cum.

Willow laughed, as he gripped onto her cock, jerking her off, using her pre-cum as lube, as he continues to degrade her. "Cum for me, you little cuck! Cum!"

Willow suddenly sucked onto her dick with the suction force of a vacuum, Ivanka roared as she released a gallon worth of cum inside her beloved's stomach. Willow obediently sucked it down, and released her after a while as the tattoo on his left hand - of Ivanka's insignia - shines brightly, bringing him to his senses back, only for him to see that his face was covered in cum, and that Ivanka was heaving and puffing like she had just ran a marathon around the universe, with her spent dick moving in accordance to her laboured breath.

". . .Um, what the fuck just happened?"