Handle him? Oh, I won’t be handling him. Knowing a cute, innocent, adorable shota like him, he’ll have me broken and bred a dozen times over!~ I could NEVER handle or get used to that type of womb abuse~
Damn, having an elf sissy sounds really nice, I would love to have a long eared sissy whore jumping on my big white human cock, while his little pindick is locked away in chastity forever~
Damn, having an elf sissy sounds really nice, I would love to have a long eared sissy whore jumping on my big white human cock, while his little pindick is locked away in chastity forever~
After experiencing disappointment with an Asian guy and being deeply sexually repressed during her lesbian phase, Ellie is ready to satisfy him completely with a real man's big white cock.
He is perfectly made up to be a girl worthy of a white master. I envy him when I think of him comparing his small cock to his master's huge cock, making his cock tingle with shameful emotions. I want an ass and tits like his. I want to have a body that makes Master want to seed me unintentionally. When I become a pretty girl, I want to lock my weak gene disposing stick inside a chastity cage and let my master manage my inferior genes. Conversely, I will be 100% responsible for my Master's sexual desires. I think it would be mutually beneficial. Because I have a useless penis, I feel a little humilated that girls in my country want foreign genes, but I feel passionate about the netorare absurdity of it. I would be happy if my master used my body for the superiority that a strong race deserves and for the pleasure of humiliating a foreign weak boy.
The loss of her elder sister Yorktown affected Enterprise more than anyone could have imagined. The stoic, stalwart guardian of the Pacific gradually turned more cold as time passed. While the Eagle Union was making excellent progress against the Sakura Empire, victories were Pyrrhic and never without heavy casualties. What's more is that, as their most prestigious carrier, the Union could simply not afford to lose Enterprise in combat, lest morale be broken for all those brave American sailors that yet held firm.
Grief turned to bitterness, bitterness to spite. Enterprise wanted nothing more than to bring those responsible for Yorktown's death to justice, to see those filthy Japs they were slaughtering made to kneel. ''Soon'', ''You will, I promise'' It just wasn't good enough. No, if the Eagle Union would not offer her a chance at a dish best served cold, perhaps sleeping with an enemy would. There was never any love lost between the Sakura Empire and the Iron Blood. To call their allyship strained was mighty generous. The eastern Axis power considered them brutish gaijin, the Germans considered the Japanese reckless idiots.
She had known the Iron Blood maintained a presence in the Pacific, to keep an eye on their allies and intervene should it be needed. Of course, weapons were drawn and aimed at the American carrier's head when she first visited, but it became apparent that this was no trick very quickly. The Nazi Kommandant atop the food chain had ordered her to execute a few American sailors as a proof of loyalty, which she did gleefully. What was some star-spangled blood getting spilled if it meant the Sakura commander would soon follow? They were no different than any of the other poor sods drowning between gunfire and explosions.
The Americans, for their part, were worried sick at Enterprise's disappearance, but perhaps ignorance was preferable to finding out the ugly truth. Twisted by vengeance and hate, a wrathful ghost now roams the Pacific. The Japanese commander's head mounted on one of the runways of her rigging, her new target is those same bastards that never allowed her to avenge Yorktown and her other fallen sisters. If you think she's there, run. If you hear her planes, cower. If you see her frame, it's too late.
