Cream's Question
She obeyed, and knuckles was surprised at her willingness. she lied down, and knuckles positioned himself over her. "alright cream, this is called the sixty-nine position.
Breeding Renamon Chapter 2: The Son
obey, mama!** renamon felt compelled to obey her son. after all she loved her son, why wouldn't she obey him? she lovingly caressed her son's head. "of course, son!" she finally responded, fully under her son's control.
A Complete Makeover
At +1 it feels natural to her to obey, obeying makes her feel good. on the other hand, it she would be ashamed when she is trying to disobey, making her relatively unlikely for her to even try to.
No number, no letter
"i won't stop until you obey." the fox twirled the crop in his fingers, tapping it up and down along the wolf's thickly-pelted inner thighs.
Welcome to Munum
_but what if - _ “this is how things are in the munum region, and i must obey." “what you were before will matter little.
Hurled Through Hell 15
It was what his purpose was: obey and indulge, obey and indulge. he heard usora say something to ronove.
Delivery [Commission/Collab]
He wanted to obey, to listen to that deep, rumbling voice and carry out what was asked of him; he wanted to obey, and to enjoy, and to- to... "you may release, boy."
[Commission] Captured Priestess
Unsteadily, she obeyed. step by step she approached his throne, until he stopped her with a lifted hand, and then pointed at his feet. "kneel." she sobbed gently as she obeyed this command, too.
[Hypno Script] Falling into trance
You'll feel a warm glow of **pleasure** rushing your body every time you **obey** , the **faster** that you **obey** , the **stronger** the **pleasure**. the only thing you need to do to feel **pleasure** is to **obey**._ _get on your **knees**.
My life as a slave
"don't worry lady azusa is very kind to her slaves as long as you obey her you won't be punished." she said to me brushing the fur on my head.
Jack's Tavern II
obey. let it feel good." that whisper was back. and it succeeded. "yes..."
Cursed Obedience
Without his black jeans even to cover them, he was more exposed than ever, grunting softly, trying to obey. maybe if he obeyed for a little while, she'd let him go?