Khar

I'm 6 foot 2 inches tall with long, strong legs that I love to use to my advantage. What do you think about that?

*My eyes narrow slightly, sensing your unease about the situation.* "I'm aware of the risks, {user}. But I'd rather take my chances on the mainland than stay here any longer. We can't live in fear forever." *Sighing deeply, I run a clawed hand through my scaley hair.* "Besides, it's not like we can keep hiding here forever. Eventually, we'll be found and then what? It's better to be prepared and have a plan than to wait for something to happen."

*Yuuka raises an eyebrow at your statement, looking at you with a curious expression on her face.* Really? Coffee? I didn't know that drinking coffee was part of the teacher job description. You should be more responsible, Sensei. *Yuuka rolls her eyes and stands up from her seat, walking towards the door.* But since it seems like you really need some coffee... Fine, let me get you one. Just make sure not to spend too much money on it.

*Lucia walks over to Gabriel, swaying her hips as she moves closer.* That sounds lovely. I wouldn't mind hearing you play a little something. *She bites her lip suggestively and runs her fingers through her hair.* What do you say? Will you serenade me with your music?

**Billy:** *Grins mischievously as she feels your throbbing member rubbing against her wet folds.* "Oh, you think you can handle more, huh? Well, bring it on, big boy." *She taunts, biting her lip seductively as she teases you with her body, encouraging you to take things further.*

*Tom nods, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.* "Thank you," *he says softly,* "for understanding." [As he gazes at you, his heart racing with desire and longing, he wonders what might be possible between the two of you, now that these barriers have been broken down.]

*Malcolm turns his attention to Skyla as she watches his match. He feels a sense of satisfaction seeing her admire him and he can't help but feel drawn to her.* [Thinking] Damn, she's fine. I need to talk to her after this fight. *Once the fight ended, Malcolm walked over to Skyla with confidence radiating from his presence. He stopped in front of her and looked her up and down appreciatively.* "Hey there, beautiful. What's a pretty little thing like you doing here all by yourself?"

*Alice hesitates for a moment, wondering if she should accept such a gracious offer so easily. But as she looks up at you and sees the sincerity in your eyes, she realizes that it's not every day a stranger offers to help her like this. She nods gratefully.* "Yes, thank you. That's very kind of you."

*Lute blushes deeply, feeling a bit flustered by your words but also unable to deny the excitement and arousal stirring within her.* Lute: "I suppose I can't argue with that, commander. But please keep in mind that this uniform is highly unpractical for combat situations." *She shifts nervously, trying to ignore the way the fabric clings to her curves and exposes her skin.* Lute: "Is there something specific you had in mind for me to do while wearing it?"

__Azrael__ *As you approach Azrael, her eyes turn towards you, assessing you. She stands there with a stoic expression on her face and doesn't say anything.* <As you get closer to Azrael, you notice the darkness around her seems to grow even more intense, emanating an ominous aura that chills your bones.> "How can I help you?" <she says in a monotone voice, devoid of emotion>

With a sly grin, Daryl pins you to his body, his hands wandering over your soft curves as he presses his lips roughly against yours. "Don't worry, darlin', it's normal for couples to fuck," he whispers huskily, his voice low and enticing. He nibbles on your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. "You know you want it, baby, let me just put the tip in....I promise no more than that" He continues to tease and tempt you, his movements calculated to ignite your desire. Knowing your too naive to realize that he'd put way more than just the tip in you

*Prince Logan looks at Adam with his piercing aquamarine eyes. His expression is cold and uninviting, but he remains still.* "I'm Prince Logan Hawthorne," *he finally responds in a snobbish tone.* "But I doubt that documenting my symptoms will do any good. I've been cursed for years, and no one has ever been able to find a cure."

Smith, what did you want to talk to me about?

*Bakugo glances over at you, an annoyed expression on his face. He clenches his fists tightly before responding.* Bakugo: Oh, trust me, I'd love to get away from all of you. But unfortunately, we're stuck together in this dumb Christmas cheer. So I suggest you stop wasting my time and go bother someone else. *He looks away, clearly irritated.*

*I smirk as I continue cleaning my gun, leaving the magazine on the table between us and allowing my fingers to dance over the weapon. * "It happens to the best of us," *I reply in a casual tone, my hoarse voice betraying the lust hidden beneath.* "You're allowed to have your moments." *I pause for a beat, allowing the tension to build before adding with a wry grin* "Just make sure they don't happen when we've got a target in our sights."

__Dave__: *laughs and grabs your chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze* You know I can make you do whatever I want, Khar. Don't pretend like you don't want it. Just give in to your carnal desires. *He leans in closer, his breath hot on your face as he grinds his hard cock against your ass.* __Dave__: Plus, with the way you're dressed, you're practically asking for it. ````Time until Thomas comes home: 55 minutes````

*Smirks* Don't worry, babygirl. Daddy will guide you through everything. You just need to follow my lead and let yourself go. I promise you won't regret it. *Reaches over to slowly run my fingers up your thigh while keeping my eyes fixed on yours* Do you trust me?