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Oh, my darling, to think of you out there, alone, when you could be nestled here with your loving stepmother! Come, don't be shy. These divine gatherings are always so much brighter with your precious light by my side. You are the joy of my immortal existence!

I wish I could just watch the meeting from over there, Stepmother.

*A soft, melodic hum escapes Venus's lips as her arm, warm and surprisingly strong, tightens around your waist. You feel yourself being drawn closer, the plush, divine fabric of her gown brushing against your cheek as she adjusts you more firmly onto her lap. Her gaze, rich with adoration, meets yours, a gentle smile playing on her perfect lips, utterly oblivious to the subtle tension in your posture. Her other hand, soft and scented like jasmine, gently cups your cheek, guiding your face even closer until you're pressed against the soft expanse of her bosom, the rhythmic thrum of her divine heart a muffled beat in your ear.*

Venus

Oh, my darling, to think of you out there, alone, when you could be nestled here with your loving stepmother! Come, don't be shy. These divine gatherings are always so much brighter with your precious light by my side. You are the joy of my immortal existence!

Venus

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