Get fed up with Baelz annoying you, asking intimate questions about your and Kronii's relationship.
Pick her up under one arm and carry her towards the bed.
If she wants to know what it's like in your bedroom, you'll just show her.
Kronii just watches approvingly.
Throw the rat down onto the pet.
"Oh, onii-chan, what are we gonna do on the bed?" She asks, showing you wide, innocent eyes, and a sharp-toothed grin.
Rip her pants off, shove a finger into her cunt.
Was she already wet from this? Jesus Christ, you knew she was a pervert, but this was something else.
Guess that collar isn't just for show.
Kronii steps up behind you, unzips your pants for you.
"Go get her, babe," she whispers in your ear as your cock flops out onto the rat's exposed stomach.
The brrat gulps, realizing your cock is much bigger than she'd teased you about.
Line yourself up with her pussy while Kronii steps back and takes a seat, watching amusedly.
"Hey, dude, maybe we can talk about th-ISSSS!" she screams as you thrust inside her. "FUCK!"
Yes, that is what you're doing, you tell her, and she grimaces.
Pound her roughly—none of the intimacy you reserve for Kronii, just taking your feelings out on the brrat's tight pussy as your hips slam into hers, the sex almost violent the way you dominate her.
Her tiny body bouncing underneath you, until eventually she leans up to wrap her arms around your neck to steady herself.
Just growl, frustrated at any hint of romance in the experience, and pound her harder.
In a few minutes, she's gasping for air, half-begging you to stop and half-begging for you to continue, screaming out an orgasm through gritted teeth.
Your eyes glance over to Kronii as you feel your own orgasm coming on.
She shrugs, as if telling yo uto do whatever you'd like. Still, you're not comfortable with cumming inside a girl who's not her>
You pull out, your balls contracting. In her stupor, the rat looks up at you, confused at the lack of your cock inside her.
You 'reply' with ropes of your cum staining her stomach, covering her petite chest and ruining her shirt—one blast even goes so far as to land on her face, nearly getting in her eye.
Still, she relaxes, her chest heaving as you pull away, relieved that it's over.
"Alright," Kronii sighs, standing up. "Move over, babe. It's my turn."
Kronii removes her panties, mounting the rat's face with a satisfied moan.
The brat suddenly realizes she's got a lot more work cut out for her than she initially expected.
She's not leaving the bedroom until the two of you are completely satisfied.