You start to get cold feet, realizing what you've done. Hastily, you reattach your body armour, don your boots and make for the exit.
"I should go..." You mumble, barely breaking pace as you all but flee the scene of your crime of passion. The raven haired nazi sits up in her bed, scowls and reaches for a cigarette.
"...Men." Reich sighs, taking a long drag from the cigarette. Your cum was barely cold in her pussy, and you'd already fled her. Reich mused this was a new record. Most of her conquests normally fled after grabbing some sloppy seconds.
Still feeling like you've done something wrong, you flee the area, putting as much distance between your Nazi conquest as possible. It makes you think, though, as you grapple through Footropolis. Did you conquer her, or did she conquer you?
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