She grunted in his ear not to stop as Darren felt her trying to grind her hips harder onto his cock. He was getting tired from fucking her so hard and...decided to give her an extra treat. He looked down to see her cunt weeping her juices out onto his cock and put his hand to it and started rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb. She trembled at the touch and whispered in his ear, “oh god dad, yes, yes go on, stick me with your fingers, please, fill me and feel your cock in me, keep fucking me,. “Really!?”“Yes, but much below eight feet tall, you would return to your normal human appearance. Also at eight feet tall, I am still long enough to do serious work, Mistress,” It informed me.At eight feet tall, I would still be larger than the Demons, but short enough to still frighten them. It sounded like a good solution, but what were the drawbacks, I wondered? Mandara spoke to me about them as well then.“You could be overwhelmed at eight feet tall, if enough of them attacked you. You may. I can feel the cum shooting out into her and then dripping down ourbodies a moment later.Now she rolls off and cuddles up by my side. I'd hug her if I could butshe still obviously wants me bound like this. Our breathing subsides andshe towels our sweat (and other fluids) off. After a few minutes she getsup to stretch near the foot of the bed. I gaze at her beauty andsexuality in amazement. I drop my head back down as my neck tires. Iexhale loudly. My breath happens to coincide with a metal. She's standing in my kitchen, waiting patiently to meet her fate. I help her out of her shoes and socks, then fetch a pair of scissors from the drawer and begin to cut her dress, starting from the bottom. She lifts her cuffed hands to give me room as I work my way up her back, until the shears pass through the collar. I admire her ass, which now sticks out as if she were wearing a hospital gown. I run the point of the scissors along her flesh, scraping a reddened line as I go. She begins.