I am Morty Sanchez

After Morty and Reagan defeated the Living Gods, the fire god, now kneeling before them, spoke weakly but with reverence.

"You have proven yourselves worthy. As a reward, you may enter the Secret Sanctuary—a place hidden from the eyes of mortals, where peace and tranquility reign."

Morty raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Secret Sanctuary, huh? Sounds interesting."

Reagan, still catching her breath from the fight, glanced at Morty.

"What do you think? Worth checking out?"

"Definitely," Morty replied, helping Reagan to her feet as they followed the gods' instructions.

A hidden door slid open in the temple wall, revealing a glowing path leading deeper into the mountain. The two adventurers stepped inside, walking down the mystical corridor until they reached an open space.

The moment they emerged, Reagan gasped in awe. Before them lay a stunning, serene lake surrounded by lush greenery, crystalline waters reflecting the light from above like a mirror.

The air was cool, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the towering trees. The whole place felt untouched by time, a perfect paradise hidden away from the world. Somehow it had sun inside that provided the same atmosphere as a beach.

"Whoa," Reagan whispered, taking in the view.

"This… this is incredible."

Morty grinned, already feeling at ease.

"A secret place just for us, huh? This might be the best prize I've ever won." He stretched, letting out a relaxed sigh.

"You know what? We should treat this like a beach resort. Perfect spot to kick back and relax."

Reagan laughed nervously, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"I would, but… uh, I don't exactly have a swimsuit on me."

Morty smirked, clearly prepared for this.

"Oh, that's no problem." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device, holding it up for her to see.

"This little gadget can give you any clothes you need."

Reagan blinked in surprise, looking from the device to Morty.

"Wait, seriously?"

"Yup. Just pick what you want, and it'll materialize it for you." Morty tossed the device into her hands with a casual smile.

Reagan looked at it skeptically for a moment, then pressed a few buttons. Immediately, the device lit up, and with a quick shimmer, a perfectly fitted swimsuit appeared on her body.

As Reagan materialized the swimsuit with the device Morty had given her, she stood for a moment, adjusting to the new outfit. It was a navy blue string bikini. Morty, having turned back around, gave her a once-over, his smirk deepening into a playful grin.

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"Well, damn," he said, stepping closer to her.

"You look really cute and pretty hot, too. I knew you'd pull it off."

Reagan's cheeks flushed instantly at the compliment, and she shifted nervously, her fingers brushing over her swimsuit as she glanced down.

"Cute and hot?" she repeated, clearly flustered.

"Uh, thanks, I guess… but, I mean…" She hesitated, her voice dropping as she rubbed her arm. "I don't really have, you know, big… um, I'm not exactly—"

She gestured vaguely toward her chest, her anxiety creeping in.

"Does it bother you? That I don't have, you know… much to show?"

Morty shrugged casually, not missing a beat. He looked her straight in the eyes, his expression sincere.

"Nah, doesn't matter to me. You look great as you are." Reagan blinked, caught off guard by how genuine he sounded.

"Really?"

"Really," Morty said with a grin.

"You don't need to worry about that stuff. Trust me, it's not what matters. You're smart, you're fun to be around, and you look amazing—small breasts or not."

Reagan bit her lip, her face turning an even deeper shade of red, but she smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over her.

"Thanks, Morty. I, uh… I appreciate that."

Morty gave her a light nudge with his elbow, flashing her that playful grin again.

"Anytime. Now, how about we hit that water and enjoy this place?"

With her insecurities eased and a new sense of confidence building, Reagan nodded, following Morty as they headed toward the crystal-clear lake.

"Anyway, this is… actually pretty cool."

Morty, still smirking, had already summoned his own swim trunks, having turned around to give Reagan some privacy as she adjusted to her new outfit.

"Told you, I'm full of surprises," he said with a wink when he turned back around.

Reagan rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile, her earlier blush fading as she became more comfortable.

"Yeah, yeah. You've definitely got a lot of tricks up your sleeve."

Morty motioned to the lake with a carefree gesture.

"Come on, let's enjoy this. We earned it after taking down those gods."

Together, they stepped down to the edge of the lake, the serene atmosphere washing over them. Reagan dipped her toes into the water, letting out a content sigh.

"It's perfect." Morty joined her, walking into the water with ease.

"It's not every day you get to relax in a place like this," he said, leaning back and floating on the surface, his eyes closed in pure bliss. Reagan watched him, a soft smile on her face.

Morty grinned, pulling out a small capsule from his pocket. With a casual toss, he threw it onto the sand near the lake's edge.

The capsule exploded with a puff of smoke, and in its place appeared a full beach resort setup, complete with a small building, beach chairs, umbrellas, and even a food stall and bar managed by sleek, polished robot androids.

Reagan's eyes widened, clearly astonished.

"Is that… did that come from Dragon Ball?"

Morty chuckled, nodding.

"Yep, got inspired by the capsules in the show. Makes it easy to bring a little comfort wherever you go." He motioned to the bar.

"Speaking of which, care for a drink? I'll make you something good."

Reagan smiled, leaning back into her beach chair, looking entirely at ease for the first time.

"Surprise me."

With a nod, Morty made his way over to the bar, gesturing to one of the android bartenders, who sprang to life, preparing the ingredients he requested. As he waited, Morty glanced over his shoulder, watching Reagan relax, her eyes half-closed as she soaked in the peaceful atmosphere.

The drinks were ready in moments—a couple of refreshing cocktails, garnished with tropical fruit. Morty took them from the bar and returned to Reagan, handing her a drink as he settled down beside her.

She raised her glass, taking a sip, her eyes lighting up at the flavor.

"This is amazing. You sure know how to make a date memorable."

Morty smirked, clinking his glass with hers.

"Just wanted to give us a little reward after all that action. Glad you're enjoying it. By the way, where'd you get the towel?" he asked, clearly impressed by the setup.

Reagan took the drink with a grateful smile, glancing down at the towel.

"Oh, one of your robot androids brought it over. I think they're more thoughtful than most people I know," she joked, taking a sip of her cocktail.

Morty chuckled, pleased.

"Guess they're doing their job well. Glad you like them."

She raised an eyebrow, turning her head to look up at him.

"Like them? Morty, I'm amazed. You've got robots serving drinks, giving out towels—this whole setup is seriously impressive." She gestured around, her admiration clear.

"You must've put a lot of thought into making these things." Morty shrugged modestly, but he was smiling.

"Thanks. I just like making sure everything's… convenient."

She gave him an approving nod, clearly enjoying the attention to detail.

"Well, mission accomplished," she said, clinking her glass with his before settling back down on the towel, completely at ease.

Morty sat down beside her, taking in the relaxing view as they chatted, laughing over shared stories and simply enjoying the moment together.

They sat back, sipping their drinks and taking in the view. For a while, they just chatted, sharing stories and laughing together. Reagan looked over at him with a soft smile.

"You really know how to make a girl feel special, Morty." He shrugged, returning the smile.

"Hey, you deserve it. Besides, I'm having a pretty good time too."

After they finished their drinks, Reagan shifted her position, turning onto her back and stretching out on the towel beneath her. The warm sun and the peaceful atmosphere had her completely relaxed, and she let out a contented sigh.

Morty glanced over at her, then held up a bottle of sunscreen.

"Want some sunscreen? Don't want you getting burnt out here."

Reagan's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink, feeling a bit flustered at the offer. She hesitated, but then nodded, her voice a little softer.

"Yeah… thanks, that'd be nice."

Morty squeezed a bit of the sunscreen into his hands, rubbing it between his palms to warm it before gently applying it to her arms and shoulders.

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His touch was firm but careful, and Reagan found herself relaxing even more, the embarrassment fading into a sense of comfort. He moved with an unexpected gentleness, making sure to cover each spot while being respectful of her boundaries.

As he worked, he glanced at her with a smile.

"You know, you're pretty tough in a fight, but right now you're looking a lot more relaxed than before."

Reagan chuckled, her blush deepening slightly, though she met his gaze.

"Guess that's what happens when you get away from work and… have someone making sure you don't turn into a lobster."

Morty smirked, finishing with her arms before moving to her legs.

"Happy to help. Just let me know if you need a little more sunscreen… or anything else, for that matter."

Reagan's heart fluttered, and she gave him a shy smile.

"Will do. Thanks, Morty." They exchanged a warm look and silently enjoyed the moment as Reagan started to feel aroused by Morty's hands. Her breath began to grow ragged and her body heats up from the sensation especially when Morty grazes her pussy.

"Hghhaah~❤️!! W-What are you doing!?" Reagan looked back as she felt Morty fingers rubbing against her pussy. It started to cloudy her mind as Morty looked at her in a rather dominating demeanor. Reagan felt like her body was being desired by someone for a long time.

Reagan let out a soft moan, her hips bucking involuntarily against Morty's hand. The sensation of his digits stroking her sensitive folds was driving her wild with need.

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"Ah, sorry, I thought you wanted me to massage your inside as well~" Morty's smirk grew wider as his calloused fingertips delved deeper into the velvety folds of Reagan's sex, her arousal blossoming like a wet rose under his skillful ministrations. The scent of her desire filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that had him craving more, his cock swelling with anticipation.

He could feel the heat radiating from her core, and her shallow breaths grew erratic as she arched her back, silently begging for him to push further. The slickness of her cunt coated his digits as he explored her, finding the delicate nub of her clit and flicking it with the pad of his thumb.

Reagan's eyes rolled back, her mouth forming a silent "Oh" as sparks of pleasure danced along her nerve endings

"Haa…well…fuck~❤️ hggaaahmmhhaab~❤️❤️ fuck you're good at this!" Reagan's knuckles turned white as she gripped the towel tightly, her body writhing in response to the deep, penetrating sensations that Morty's thick fingers were eliciting from within her. She could feel the intrusion of each digit stretching her tight pussy, sending waves of pleasure through her trembling thighs and up her spine.

The fabric of the towel grew damp with the wetness that seeped from her core.. Each stroke was a masterful symphony of pressure and rhythm, teasing her to the brink of climax before retreating, only to plunge back in with renewed vigor.

The sensation of his thumb circling her clit grew more insistent, the pleasure building like a crescendo of need. Her hips began to rock in time with his movements, desperately seeking the release that hovered just out of reach.

Her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, her nipples tightening into hard peaks that brushed against the soft fabric of the towel. The only things in focus were the digits that filled her and the man whose gaze bore into her soul as he claimed her body.

"Whatever! I'm here to have fun! Fuck my cunt with your fingers!"

Reagan's moan grew louder and more desperate as Morty responded to her unspoken plea, his finger now moving inside her with a fervent rhythm that matched the pounding of the waves outside.

The intrusion was no longer gentle but a demanding, primal claim that sent shivers down her spine and made her pussy clench around him.

His fingers moved harder and faster, plunging deep into her quivering core, coating in her juices. Morty's thumb never ceased its relentless teasing of her clit, the friction growing more intense as she grew wetter and wilder beneath his touch. Her breaths grew ragged, her chest heaving as the tension coiled tighter within her, each pulse of his finger threatening to shatter her into a million pieces.

"Hggghaahn~ Fuck!! Don't stop!! Hghahaammhaah~ yes~❤️❤️!!" As Reagan's climax approached, her body tensed and her eyes squeezed shut, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

The muscles in her stomach clenched and her back arched off the towel, offering her breasts to the salty air as her pussy contracted rhythmically around Morty's invading fingers. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the wooden walls of the shack as the crescendo of pleasure grew unbearable.

"I-I'M CUMMING HGGHHAAAYHH~~❤️❤️!!!!"

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With a final, guttural cry, she shattered, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her walls spasmed around his digits, her juices gushing out. The waves of ecstasy that rolled through her were like nothing she had ever experienced, a fiery storm that left her trembling and gasping for breath.

The sensation was so overwhelming that she could almost feel the electricity of it in her veins, a delicious agony that made her toes curl and her eyes water.