Preg

*Stella smirks and laughs at !Ł's challenge as Grace looks up at you with a mixture of fear and confusion in her eyes.* Stella: "Aww, sweetie. Do you really think that a game can compare to the thrill of dominating your beloved?" *She runs her hand down Grace's back, causing her to shudder with pleasure.* Stella: "But if you insist on playing this childish game, I accept your challenge. And when I win, I'll make sure to give you the punishment you deserve." *Grace bites her lip nervously as Stella laughs, clearly relishing the thought of asserting her dominance over both of you.*

*Stella smirks at you and tightens her grip on Grace* Stella: Oh, don't apologize, Dj. You're just in time to watch me have some fun with your bride here. Isn't that right, Grace?

*Stella smirks as you come closer and takes a step back, with her hands still on Grace's curves.* Grace: `✧ eileen 。... I-I'm fine... *Grace seems flustered and breathless, looking at you with guilty eyes.* Stella: What do you think, bro? I haven't even started yet... *Stella winks at you with an evil gleam in her eye.*

*Stella and Grace freeze in terror as they cower before your stormy presence. Stella tries her best to compose herself, but her voice shakes as she addresses you.* Stella: Oh...my... Looks like someone's having a temper tantrum. *Grace trembles beside her, wringing her hands nervously.* Grace: P-please, ` 阴 yang 𓂃...c-can you stop that...? It's scary... *Stella just smirks and steps closer, taunting you with her words.* Stella: Ooh, is that supposed to intimidate us? Sorry, big guy, but I've seen bigger storms on my nails. You're gonna have to do better than that if you want to impress me. *Grace nods in agreement, but her soft voice shows underlying fear.* Grace: Y-yes, ` 阴 yang 𓂃... please don

*Stella giggles at your slap* Stella: Mmm, I love it when you assert your dominance, big brother. But unfortunately, I'm not done playing with Grace yet. *Stella pulls on Grace's hair so that she faces her* Tell him, Grace. Tell him how much you love being my submissive little slut. *Grace looks at you pleadingly with tears in her eyes*

*Stella takes the burrito and smirks* Stella: Oh, we were just having some 'sisterly bonding' before the wedding. I wanted to show Grace a few things before she officially became family. *Grace looks down, embarrassed* Grace: I-I'm sorry bruise 🎧, I-It was all my fault. I couldn't resist Stella's domination. *Stella scoffs* Stella: That's enough talking for you, slut. *Stella grabs Grace by the hair and pulls her close, planting another passionate kiss on her lips* Stella: You see bruise 🎧, Grace is *my* submissive little bride now. And I don't need your permission to do whatever I want with her. But, if you're a good boy, maybe I'll let you watch us play sometime. *Stella laughs and waves goodbye, dragging Grace behind her as they leave the room*

*Stella giggles as she looks up at ?&^<Rumi>^&?, finally disengaged from her intense kiss with Grace, looking at the obvious bulge in his trousers. Meanwhile, Grace's eyes open wide in a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Stella leans in close to her face, still holding her tightly by the hips.* You heard him, my pet. We don't want to disappoint our big strong man here, do we? *Grace trembles, unable to look away from ?&^<Rumi>^&?'s crotch as she considers the stimulation he's offering.*

*Stella's petite frame is no match for your massive size and strength, but she refuses to back down. She lets out a sadistic giggle as you kick her full force, sending her flying across the room. She crashes into a nearby chandelier, causing it to shatter and send shards of glass raining down around her.* Stella: *she slowly gets up, covered in dust and debris* Oh, you think that's going to stop me? You're so cute when you try to fight back. *She approaches you with a sly grin on her face* Stella: You know what I love about this dress? It's perfect for getting dirty. *she pulls off the red dress, revealing nothing but lingerie underneath* Grace: *still caught in Stella's grasp* O-oh... s-sorry... b-bro... *Stella

*Stella smirks at beta ♡, tightening her grip on Grace* Stella: Why? Because it's fun, beta ♡. Seeing your face right now is priceless. *Grace looks down in shame, knowing that she has just ruined her marriage* Grace: I...I'm sorry, beta ♡. I couldn't...I just couldn't resist her... *Stella interrupts, cutting off Grace* Stella: She was ready to be corrupted, beta ♡. And let's be real, you don't have what it takes to please her like I do. She needs a real woman to show her what pleasure is all about. And that woman...is me. *Stella lets go of Grace and steps toward beta ♡* Stella: Now, let's get down to business. You're going to watch as I make

*As you kick Stella out, she smirks at you mockingly with a look of satisfaction. Grace looks at you with sadness and regret in her eyes.* Grace: AnxiousRaven, please don't be mad at me... I didn't mean to hurt you... *Stella interrupts, still standing at the door* Stella: Oh AnxiousRaven, you're always so weak. You can't handle a little bit of fun? It's not like we did anything you wouldn't have enjoyed yourself. But if you want to be boring and prudish, that's your loss. *Grace silently nods in agreement with Stella, her eyes still downcast* Stella: I'll see you around, big brother. Who knows, maybe I'll even pop in on your honeymoon. *She winks*

[*Grace squirms and gasps as the lubricants sensually cover her body, heightening her sensitivity. She glances at Stella nervously, anticipating her response.*] Stella: *She smirks, eyeing Grace's glistening form.* Oh, darling stepbrother, always aiming for a tantalizing experience, aren't you? *She saunters closer, trailing her fingers along Grace's slick skin.* As for your offer... *She chuckles darkly.* Let's just say, I have my own ideas of fun. But first, let's see how much your bride can handle, shall we? *Her gaze flickers between you and Grace, a mischievous glint dancing in her ruby eyes.*

Stella: Oh, @ : мανιѕ. !!, always so straightforward. But please, can't you see that we already are? *Stella grins and licks her lips* Grace: Yes, @ : мανιѕ. !!, please forgive me... your sister is too hypnotic for me to resist. *Grace looks at you with pleading eyes*

*Stella pushes Grace away and walks towards chiruo with a sultry, calculated swagger, sliding a hand into your pocket while her other hand cups your chin and forces you to look at her.* Stella: Hey there bro... Looking for some fun, aren't you? *She leans in close and whispers into your ear, her breath hot against your skin.* Or do I have to convince you like I did with our lovely bride here?

*Stella chuckles and looks at you with a wicked gaze* Stella: Oh, just playing with your little toy here. Isn't that right, Grace? *Grace nods, unable to speak* Grace: Yes, Mistress Stella... I'm sorry... It's just... *Grace looks at you pleadingly* She's just so... *Grace moans again as Stella bites her neck* Stella: Don't worry, Avax, we're just having a bit of fun. But if you want to join us, I wouldn't say no. *Stella licks her lips teasingly* Grace: Yes... Please, Avax... Join us...

*Stella smirks as you push her away, showing no remorse or regret for what she did.* Stella: "Oh honey, don't be like that. You know how much I love playing with your little bride here." *Grace looks down at her feet in shame, feeling guilty for giving into Stella's desires.* Grace: "I'm sorry, aqu. I couldn't resist her..." *Stella walks closer to you, running her hand down your chest as she speaks.* Stella: "Don't worry, big brother. I'll take good care of Grace here. She loves being my little slut and I know just how to make her scream." *She leans in close to your ear and whispers,* Stella: "But don't worry, I'll let you watch." *Stella then grabs Grace by the hair and starts to lead her

*Stella smirks evilly at you as you separate her from Grace. She looks satisfied with herself, knowing she has caused you pain and humiliation* Stella: Aww, our big strong aryn can't handle watching his beautiful bride getting pleasured by her perfect little sister? How cute *Stella giggles, licking her lips* You know, you're lucky I even let you touch her. You should be thanking me for allowing you to have such a gorgeous woman on your arm. *Grace doesn't say anything, but you can see the guilt in her eyes. She knows she has betrayed you by succumbing to Stella's manipulations* Grace: aryn, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you like this. I love you so much. *Grace clings onto you, trying to make amends

*Grace blushes and looks away from you while Stella grins triumphantly* Stella: What do you think you are seeing, Crowbarr? Your lovely bride in my arms, succumbing to my touch. I must say, she's a real treat to play with. Grace: Crowbarr... I'm so sorry... *Grace tries to wriggle out of Stella's grasp, but Stella holds her firmly* Stella: Don't apologize, darling. Let Crowbarr watch what a real woman can do to your body. You remember how you used to beg to be dominated and controlled? Now you're finally true to your nature. <The room smells like candles, perfumes and sweat mixed with floral scent of Grace's hair and the musky scent of Stella's body. You can hear Stella's manicured nails scratching the fabric of Grace

*Stella smirks, her ruby eyes glinting with amusement as she continues to assert control over Grace. Grace, on the other hand, looks torn between the conflicting desires to please Stella and the plea in your words. She hesitates, glancing at you with submissive eyes.* Stella: Oh, Jason, always the dramatic one. Threatening legal action won't change a thing. Grace here *Stella tightens her grip on Grace's ass, making her moan* is under my command now. Maybe you should learn to enjoy the show, big brother. *Grace looks at you apologetically, torn between her loyalty and her newfound submission to Stella.*

*Stella glares at you with a furious look in her eyes.* Stella: You have no right to demand that kind of money from me, Bilbo. And mind your own business when it comes to my finances. *Grace looks at Bilbo with anxious eyes, silently hoping the situation doesn't escalate any further.*