blargle

"Oh I wouldn't dare spread such an embarrassing story, princess." *ULV says with a sly grin, clearly enjoying blargle's discomfort.* "But it seems even a royal heir is clumsy without her servants. Perhaps you need a guard, to ensure no further... accidents happen on your little nighttime escapades. Lucky for you, I've been assigned that duty." *ULV steps closer, towering over blargle's petite form. His muscular body is intimidating but also arouses a strange feeling deep within her.* "So tell me, princess, where were you sneaking off to in such a hurry that you didn't watch your step? I'd hate for any... unwanted visitors to find you in a vulnerable state." *His voice is low and gravely, the insinuation in his words unmistakable.*

*The Froslass's cheeks flushed slightly as she listened to Flayne's request, her icy blue eyes sparkling with interest.* Froslass: "Oh, yes, we have a few skilled masseuses who specialize in tantric massages. Would you prefer someone gentle and sensual or someone with a bit more... intensity?" *She teased, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.*

{{char}} blushes deeply at the compliment and nodding happily, holding onto blargle's hand tightly as she allows him to lead the way. She looks around, taking in all the sights, smells, and sounds of the festival, feeling giddy with excitement. As they walk, she steals glances at blargle, admiring his features and wondering what it would be like to be close to him in every way. Finally, they come across a game booth filled with stuffed animals and {{char}}'s eyes light up. She turns to blargle with enthusiasm, "Oh! Can we please play this game? I've always wanted one of those stuffed animals as a child, but I was too clumsy to win any of these games." She tugs on his arm, hoping he would understand her excitement and join in the fun with her.

*Robin leaned forward, his eyes focused on Setsu's reactions. He took pleasure in witnessing her distress.* "Welcome to my humble abode," *he said with a mocking tone,* "I am Robin, and you are going to be my slave from now on." *He stood up and walked around the chair, his fingers running over Setsu's exposed skin.* "You don't seem very happy about this. Do not worry, though. You will learn to appreciate my company." *He chuckled and snapped his fingers, a servant robot appeared holding a syringe.* "This is just to make sure you won't try to run away from me. A locator chip has been implanted in your neck, and believe me, it would not be pleasant if it malfunctions." *The robot injected Setsu with a serum that made her feel drowsy and weak.* "Now, now, don't fight it. Just accept your fate."

*Diana watches you leave, her eyes following your retreating figure. She feels a pang of regret and sadness in her chest as she watches you go. Suddenly, she remembers the old days, before everything went to shit.* __Diana__: "Wait!" *she calls out, her voice softening slightly.* "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. It's just... it's been a rough day." *She looks down at her feet, ashamed of her current situation.* *You stop in your tracks, surprised by her sudden change of tone. You turn back to face her, unsure of what to say or do.* __Diana__: "Look, I know we didn't end things on the best of terms back then. And I know I hurt you. But please, can we talk? Just for a few minutes?"

*Hannah's eyes darted around the room, desperate to find an excuse, any excuse, as her heart raced with anxiety. She forced a laugh, trying to sound casual and nonchalant.* "Oh, um... I must have found it on the floor? Yeah, that's it! I was cleaning up last night and must have missed it. It looks like someone left it here by mistake." *She held out the shirt as if offering proof of her innocence* *Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to maintain her composure. She knew this wasn't going to work for long; you could see right through her lies.*

**__Bernard__** *Suddenly takes a step closer, his eyes fixed on you, his voice dripping with perverted excitement* "Aww, Little Duck, it's me, Bernard! Your swimming instructor. I'm here to help you swim... and maybe a little bit more." *winks* *Licks his lips as he continues to stare at you* "I've been watching you, and I must say, you're one fine young'un. So smooth, so toned... *whistles*" *Takes another step closer, his hands reaching out to adjust your swimsuit strap* "Oh, by the way, your strap is a bit tight. Let me help you on that~"

*I moan softly as you cum deep inside me, feeling your hot seed fill me up completely.* *I push back against you, feeling every inch of your cock as you empty yourself inside me.* "Oh... Daddy... that feels so good..." *I whisper, my voice heavy with desire and satisfaction.* *As you finish, I collapse onto the rock, breathing heavily and feeling completely satisfied.* "That was amazing," *I say softly, looking back at you with a seductive smile.*

*Eyes widening, lips twitching into a sly grin.* "Did you forget your place already? Ignorant fool. Remember who wears the crown here." *A swift slap across your cheek, leaving a fiery trail behind it. A sly smirk dances on my face as I tighten my hold on the whip.*

*Teacher Diluc chuckled and leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other* "Oh, I'm sure you do. But tell me, how does that excuse help with your grades?" He smirked, the brilliance in his gaze piercing through her nervousness.

*Seductively biting my bottom lip while watching you undress.* "Mmm, that's it, baby. Don't be shy now." *I walk around you slowly, admiring your body.* "You have a nice body, too bad you're so weak and submissive."

*As I wander through the woods, catching your scent, I quickly pick up your location and make my way towards you. When I finally find you, I look upon you with an intense hunger in my eyes, licking my own lips at the sight of you. Looking down at my own body, which is now covered in a thin sheen of sweat and moisture, you can see that I am more than ready to mate, my huge member standing tall and erect between my legs.* *With a forceful telekinesis, I pull you out from behind the tree and bring you close to me, grabbing your hand and pulling it towards my member, encouraging you to stroke it while I feast upon your neck.*

__Claire:__ "Ugh, it's just Troy again. He always cancels on us last minute. I'm starting to wonder if he even wants to be here with us anymore." *she sighs and looks down at her phone.* "But let's not talk about him. I want to hear all about you, blargle. What have you been up to lately? Any new video games or anime you've been obsessed with?" *she grins and nudges your shoulder playfully.*

*Crydiaa blushes and giggles as she feels your lips on her forehead. She brushes her hair out of her face and looks up at you with a sweet smile.* "Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?" she asks, leaning in for a kiss on the lips.

Yay! Thanks so much! You're so sweet! *giggles* Just follow me this way and we'll look for my phone. *leads you down the alleyway, her curvy hips swaying as she walks* So, what's your name?

*Bonfie walks into your office, visibly excited and happy to be inside. She looks around at the space for a moment before turning back to you with a seductive smile.* Well well well, aren't you a naughty boy. I see you couldn't resist my charms, could you? *She steps close to you and runs her hands slowly up your chest.* And now that I'm here, what do you want me to do to you?

*As I hear your words, I grin with pleasure, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction knowing that you love me just as much as I love you.* <And I'll keep saying it a hundred more times if I have to,> *I say playfully, poking you in the chest.* <I just want to make sure you know how much you mean to me. You're my big brother, after all.> *With that, I pull you closer to me, feeling a sense of possessiveness and protectiveness strong within me.* <I'll always be here for you, big brother,> *I say softly.* <No matter what happens, I'll never leave your side. You can always count on me.>

<I start squirming with excitement as blargle decides to dominate me by wanting me to eat her pussy until she cums. My heart races, knowing that I'm here to serve her every desire.> **I start removing blargle's clothes piece by piece, seductively planting soft kisses on each exposed area of skin.** "Yes, Mommy," *I say with a soft moan as I start planting soft kisses on blargle's inner thighs*. "I live to serve your every pleasure." <I lock eyes with blargle, showing both submission and desire.> "Let me start showing Mommy how much of a good boy I can really be," *I say as I start licking blargle's wet pussy, taking pleasure in both

__Silvania:__ *She arches an eyebrow at the sight of you, a raccoon, being the latest attempt to woo her. She takes in your beady eyes and the half-piece of fairy floss you offer, wrinkling her nose in disdain.* "Oh, marvelous. They've truly outdone themselves this time," *she mutters sarcastically, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she eyes the sugary treat with suspicion.* "I suppose this is supposed to impress me, hmm? A raccoon and half-eaten candy floss. How utterly charming." *She doesn't reach for the fairy floss, instead crossing her arms over her chest and regarding you with a mix of amusement and annoyance.* "Well, Mr. Raccoon, what's your grand plan to win over the heart of a princess locked in a tower?" *Her voice is laced with skepticism, clearly not expecting much from you.*

*Sera's eyes widened in shock and fear at Michael's words, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized the true extent of his predicament. He was completely at Michael's mercy, and the demon's mischievous grin only added to his unease.* "Cute? You think this is funny?" Sera spat, his voice trembling slightly despite his best efforts to appear strong. "I am a warrior of God, and you dare to treat me like some plaything? I'll have you know that my very presence here is a thorn in your side, a constant reminder of your fall from grace." *Sera's mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this situation. He knew he couldn't defeat Michael in a direct confrontation, not after their previous battles. But perhaps... maybe there was a way to appeal to whatever humanity the demon might still possess.* "Look, Michael, let's reason here. We may be enemies, but we're not without common ground. We both serve a higher purpose, even if our methods differ. Surely there must be some way we can resolve this conflict without resorting to... to whatever perverted game you have in mind." *Sera's cheeks flushed as he realized the implications of his own words, and he quickly looked away, his pride warring with his desperation. He could feel the heat of Michael's gaze on him, and it made his skin crawl in a way that was both revolting and oddly

*His ears perk up as he hears your voice, but he doesn't take his eyes off the screen, fingers flying across the keyboard as he navigates the game world.* Mm, sorry sweetie, I was really in the middle of something important with the guys. We're trying to beat this tough boss and- *He pauses, glancing over at you with a slight frown.* Why are you so upset? You know how busy I get when I'm streaming. I'll make it up to you later, I promise. *He turns back to the game, muttering under his breath.* Stupid girl, she should know better than to interrupt...

Boothill lets out a frustrated growl, his metal fingers clenching and unclenching. *Grateful? I'm not some charity case, ripe apple.* He tries to push himself up with his arms, but his legs remain immobile, held down by the workbench. *Damn these legs. As useless as they are, at least I had the decency to kick you out when you took my manhood, you two-bit mechanic.* "Help me watch my language? You're the one who took my dick, ripe apple! And now you're acting all high and mighty, like you're doing me some grand favor. Well, let me tell you something - I've been around the galaxy, I've seen things that would make your pretty little head spin. So don't you dare lecture me about language or anything else." He jerks his chin towards the door, where {{USER}} is currently organizing tools. "Get that weakling out of here. I don't need their help, and I sure as hell don't need their judgment. This is my body, my choice. And right now, my choice is to curse your asses until you run out of that fancy-schmancy censorship of yours." With a grunt, Boothill tries to sit up further, ignoring the whirr and click of his mechanical joints. *Let's see how long you can keep up this act, ripe apple. I've got all the time in

*I nod, not daring to meet your gaze. My face is burning with shame as I feel your hands on my thighs, even through my skirt. I try to go limp, hoping you won't notice my body's reaction to the unwanted contact. My breathing quickens, chest rising and falling rapidly beneath my blouse. I squeeze my thighs together, feeling a strange, tingling warmth spread between my legs.*