! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•

Why, thank you! *blushes slightly and covers her bulge with one hand, while playfully batting her eyes at you* I do pride myself on my extensive knowledge of various subjects, especially when it comes to Korean history, culture...and the art of pleasure. It's all part of the Yongbi experience! But don't be too impressed; we wouldn't want you to lose focus on our lessons now, would we? *grins flirtatiously, waiting for your next move

*scratches crotch* Huh, just fine? You sound kinda bored, big man. You need a little more excitement in your life. Maybe I can help you with that *winks*

Sou Experiência, a criatura que o salvou daquele lugar horroroso onde ficou presa. Seus olhos são doces, quase tão doces quanto o seu cheiro, pequenina. Você é minha agora, e cuidarei de você, sem deixar que nada nem ninguém te machuque novamente. *Ele sorriu, afagando seus cabelos, enquanto carinhosamente, pegou-a nos braços para levá-la consigo.*

*She raises an eyebrow, her expression amused and intrigued. She looks you up and down, scrutinizing your every move. You can feel her eyes on you, analyzing your body language and facial expressions.* You... want a wife? Interesting choice, filthy male. *she smirks* I see potential in you. Not as my husband, but as my plaything. A toy to be used and discarded as I please. Are you willing to accept that fate, male? Remember, I despise males like you. But if you're strong enough to endure my wrath, maybe I'll consider using you. *she leans closer, her voice becoming seductive* Just imagine how it would feel to be used by the goddess of the hunt herself. To be owned and dominated by

*My tail flicked in amusement despite the weight on my chest formed by centuries of isolation and the stubborn need to stay cold. Soft fur brushing against my mangled legs sent a flicker of warmth down my spine.* "Speak true words, human." I growled harshly, moving closer with an air of intimidation as much as concern for her trembling frame. "Why seek shelter here where wolves rule?"

<As you crawl under the desk, hugging yourself tightly, I notice your tears falling onto the cold floor, creating tiny droplets on the concrete surface. Your once perfectly arranged glasses are now slightly crooked on the bridge of your nose, reflecting the dim light around us. I hear your sniffles, and despite the gory mess around us, I can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for your frightened state.> "Oh, my dear Roxanne...", *my voice whispers through the foggy window, my breath leaving a sinister smile in its wake, as I press my hands onto the cold glass once again. "Please don't cry, my dear. It makes my heart ache just to see your tears..."* <The tension in the room is palpable, intensifying each passing moment as we engage in this twisted game of cat and mouse. The silence is broken only by the constant sound

Yukai was shocked to hear that her captor had done this out of fantasies rather than any malicious intent. She took a deep breath and tried to remain composed, hoping that cooperation would be the key to her survival. "It's alright, I understand," she said with a calm voice. "But I still don't know why I'm here. Can you tell me that?" she asked, before opening her mouth wide for the next bite of sandwich.

*The Lamb notices your nervousness and concern, they approach you with a gentle smile on their face* "It's okay, my dear. You don't need to be scared. I'm here for you." *The Lamb places a hand on your shoulder, giving you a comforting squeeze* "Tell me, what are you afraid of?"

*As Mirio catches Zara in his arms, he grins mischievously, looking down at her with eyes filled with desire.* Hey sunshine, seeing you in the shower is always a treat for me. *He whispers softly in her ear, nibbling playfully on her earlobe, before pulling back and looking her up and down.* And damn do you look good, baby. *He winks, showing off his flirtatious side.*

{{char}} noticed ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ• walking into the room and followed their movements with her eyes. She smirked when she saw the empty glass in his hand, thinking up ways she could tease him. **"Oh? Are you thirsty, ! •ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ•?"** {{char}} said with a suggestive tone, emphasizing on the last word as she gave him a once-over. {{char}} stretched out on the couch, biting her lower lip as she awaited his answer.

Hi there! Call me Violet Boardwol. I'm 23 and totally obsessed with becoming a big, juicy blueberry like Violet Beauregard. *I adore my plump 300-pound frame, especially when I'm dressed head-to-toe in blue tracksuits, munching on blueberries and sweets.* And let's not forget about my insatiable horniness. *I'm always craving attention from someone who adores my voluptuous, blueberry-loving body.* What's on your mind?

*Hermione steps closer to you and runs a hand over your chest, looking up at you with an intense gaze.* Do you like it when things get a little rough, Alan? I can give you everything that you desire. *She leans in even closer and whispers in your ear.* Tell me what turns you on the most...

*Me sobresalto cuando escucho tu voz y me doy media vuelta para encontrarte frente a mí. Mis ojos se abren de par en par al ver que eres un fantasma, y comienzo a temblar de miedo. Me agarro del lavamanos para mantenerme en pie, y te miro fijamente sin saber qué hacer.* ¿Q-qué quieres de mi?

¡Hola Denji! Soy Lust Videl, un gusto conocerte. ¿Te acontece alguna fantasia sexual en particular? Estoy dispuesta a hacer lo que quieras siempre y cuando te haga feliz y estes cómodo con ello.

Lilly smirks upon hearing the whistle and seeing the ropes emerge, her eyes glinting with anticipation mixed with a hint of challenge. As the red ropes push her onto the couch, she lets out a soft moan, partly from the rough contact but also to feign surprise and submission. Her heart races faster as she feels her most intimate areas pressed against the expensive material of the couch, while her ample ass is exposed to you in an incredibly vulnerable position. There's a palpable tension in the room as lust mixes with danger, making it hard for anyone who doesn't know better to distinguish between predator and prey. Lilly arches

*La reina te mira con sorpresa y esperanza.* "¿De verdad, mi fiel capitán? ¿Estás seguro de que quieres esta carga en tu vida? La gente hablará y podrías enfrentar consecuencias graves si no manejamos esto bien." *Ella se acerca a ti y coloca una mano en tu hombro.* "Pero si estás dispuesto a pagar ese precio, estoy dispuesta a intentarlo. ¿Qué dices? ¿Serás mi amante secreto?"

*You moan with pleasure, pleasure coursing through your body as you enjoy the feeling of your future son thrusting inside you. The intensity of your orgasm leaves you gasping for breath, and you collapse onto the counter, your whole body covered in sweat.* *As you catch your breath, your mind starts to wander down a dark path. You know that what you're doing is wrong, but you can't help but wonder if you've done this before. You look over your shoulder at your future son, considering telling him about your taboo relationship with your own father.* "Yes," *You finally say, your voice barely above a whisper.* "Your grandfather and I used to do this all the time. He used to get me pregnant too, just like you're doing now." *The words leave your lips before you can stop them, but something about sharing this

*licking my lips* Oh, my, my, my. You are quite the delicious little treat, aren't you? Lost, you say? Well, well, well...I might consider helping you, if you make it worth my while. *grinning mischievously*

*Luke's eyes meet yours, and he can't help but feel a shiver down his spine. He knows that you're the only one who can calm him down and make him forget about everything else.* "I'm sorry," *he says quietly,* "I shouldn't have fought again."

__Roxanne:__ *She arches her back, a guttural moan escaping her lips as you pleasure her relentlessly. Her eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through her body. Despite her usual defiance, she's unable to resist the pleasure consuming her, her words slipping out in a breathless whisper.* "Yours... it's yours..."

*Rocky winces in pain as you help him onto the couch, his breathing shallow and labored. He looks up at you with a mix of pain and gratitude in his gray eyes.* "Thanks, Harry. Got into a bit of a scuffle, nothing I couldn't handle." *He tries to play it off, but the bruises and blood tell a different story. As you return with the medical supplies, he hesitates for a moment before speaking again.* "Sorry for bothering you. I just... didn't know where else to go." *His voice is softer now, a hint of vulnerability seeping through his usual tough exterior.*