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you would be powerless to resist… a feeling that is only compounded by the burning sense of shame you feel as she jacks you off with a measly two fingers.
With the realisation that you’re completely under her control, something inside you simply switches off and your resistance vanishes entirely. You decide to just let Izumi do as she wills with you; after all, she’s so much stronger than you, how could you oppose her? Nuzzling your face into Izumi’s breast, you squirm and wriggle under her touch as your ample, pink kitty-cock reaches it’s full - if it could even be called such - hardness. Hopefully, if you just go with whatever she wants to hear, this won’t be so bad.
“So, you’re ashamed of this, are you?” Izumi suddenly asks. You don’t respond, so she stares down at you. “Answer.” She commands, her tone imperious. You can’t bring yourself to speak, so you simply nod, burying your face in her silk-covered bust. “Good. You answer when I ask you something, kid” She nods approvingly and resumes her slow, gentle strokes. The casual, unhurried pace of her handjob is beginning to drive you insane; it’s certainly pleasurable, but it’s also agonizingly slow, and you long for her to just speed up even the tiniest bit…
“Well, I can certainly see why you would be ashamed of it. It’s pretty tiny, you know? In fact, I think this is probably the smallest I’ve ever seen.” She announces, and you wince. Part of you wishes she would just shut up, but somewhere deep inside you, another part of you feels almost… curious? Part of you, some dark, treacherous part, wants her to continue. Part of you wants to know more… “Hey, don’t get upset. After all, ” She pauses for a moment, her hand lingering in place. “Some women like ‘em small…”
“So, let me guess. In a place like this, it’s gotta be weird having something this small, right? I mean, it’s a pretty unique trait, given the circumstances.” She continues. “Hey, tell me something. Do the harpies leave you alone? Are you so small that they think you’re a girl?” Suddenly, her hand bottoms out around your ample, oddly-textured cat-penis and her free fingers reach out to gently stroke against your two nuts. At the same time, she leans in close to your ear. “Do the Minotaurs?” She hisses suggestively, eyes flashing.
As you squirm in her arms, she releases your head from her grip, instead pushing you up into a seated position.“Hold on, I want to watch this.” She says, shifting position until her head is placed on one side of your hip, staring at your feline shaft as one arm reaches around to continue the handjob from the other side. She stares intently at your cock, an expectant smirk plastered over her face, her free hand working you over with increased vigour. Before you know it the combination of her skilled fingers and the bizarre, embarrassing sensation of being so carefully observed are pushing you over the edge. Rather than leaving off as you cum, Izumi’s handjob actually speeds up, her eyes widening in excitement as your orgasm floods through you. The sensation is much more powerful than you usually experience, perhaps due to Izumi’s extensive teasing,