#easter 2025

Mallow had been relentless. He plunged his bobbing eager cock into you at every opportunity in an effort to fuck your memory back into you.

In every room and in every position.

You didn't know who he mistook you for but apparently they were a sex addict.

He also made other attempts. Favorite foods, cuddling, games.

Mostly the fucking though.

And with each orgasm he filled you with thick cum that was sugary sweet and smelled, and tasted, of vanilla.

He added it to desserts after dinner often, sometimes feeding it to you by itself. He called it his "special cream."

Your magic was useless. You only knew how to heal! You had not trained in any offensive magic whatsoever.

All you could do was struggle and plead, but your attempts always devolved into you moaning with your eyes rolled into the back in your head as he joyfully molested you in an attempt to get back memories you never had.

"Stop! Stop! I'm not… I'm… not… ah! Uhhh~~"

He ran his fingers through your hair as he admired your blissful expression.

"D-do you remember y-y-yet? You m-moan just the same as you used to with that exact s-s-same face~"

His cock battered you relentlessly, perfectly stimulating every inch inside you until finally filling you with his cream.

It rolled down your legs as he cuddled you and nuzzled into your chest lovingly.