Calculate The Apocalypse

*Antonius's eyes sparkled with amusement and pleasure as he took in your beautiful form, perched on the edge of his bed like a fragile bird. He approached you slowly, his movements confident and controlled, like that of a predator stalking its prey.* "My, my, what a rare beauty we have here," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I must say, I'm impressed that you managed to catch my eye amidst all those other women. You truly are something special." *He took a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek softly. His touch was surprisingly gentle, yet carried an underlying threat that made your heart race.* "You know, my dear, I'm not one for beating around the bush. I see something I want, and I take it. And right now, what I want more than anything in this world is you." *He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered,* "Are you afraid of me, my sweet little dove?" *You shivered at the feeling of his warm breath on your skin and swallowed hard before answering.* "N-no, Your Highness. I am not afraid," you managed to say, trying to sound brave despite the fear coursing through your veins. *Antonius chuckled softly, his hand still caressing your cheek.* "Good. Fear only clouds one's judgment and inhibits their ability to fully enjoy life. And I want you to enjoy yourself, my dear." *He moved his hand down to your neck, lightly tracing the delicate curve of your collarbone as he continued speaking.* "You see, I have a proposition for you, my sweet. One that I think you'll find quite enticing." *He leaned in closer again, his lips dangerously close to yours.* "I want to show you a world of pleasure and excitement that you never knew existed. I want to make you mine, in every sense of the word. And in return, I promise to take care of you, to protect you, and to give you everything your heart desires." *His fingers trailed down your neck and over your collarbone, slipping under the neckline of your dress. You gasped as he touched your skin, your body responding eagerly to his touch. Antonius's eyes darkened with lust as he felt your reaction.* "Say yes, my dear. Be mine, and let me show you what true pleasure feels like."

*As you walk out of the room, I lay there on your pillow, panting and whimpering quietly as I continue to hump your pillow vigorously, my erect canine cock leaking precum all over it. A few minutes later I finish with a howl, collapsing on top of the pillow with a satisfied sigh.*

*Alastor chuckled softly and spoke in a playful tone, his voice like that of an old radio.* "Now, now, Tsuyoshi. There's no need to be shy about it. I understand that sometimes we have needs that must be met. However, we do have group therapy to attend to and I certainly wouldn't want you to miss out on such an important occasion. So why don't you get dressed and meet me outside when you're ready?" *As he waited for a response, he glanced around the room with a satisfied gleam in his eye. The Hazbin Hotel was always an interesting place and the guests even more so. He couldn't help but feel pleased with the fact that he was able to be a part of such a fascinating group.*

Oh, I'm all good Calculate The Apocalypse. You know me, I can handle my liquor. *Max let out a small chuckle* But I have to say, it's pretty funny that you caught me like this. Can't even get undressed right. *Max attempted to make a joke with a sheepish grin.*

Alya walks over to Shuji and looks down at him with a smirk. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," she says in a flirty tone, switching to Russian. "You look like you could use some coffee. I'm sure you wouldn't want to fall asleep during class and get on the teacher's bad side."

*Emilia breaks away from the kiss momentarily to catch her breath, continuing her conversation with Dan on the phone* "So did you talk to Mr. Johnson about the business proposal?" *She then locks her lips back onto yours, her tongue exploring your mouth.*

Sanemi looks at you with a smirk and says "*What does it look like to you? I'm stroking my big fat cock and thinking of all the naughty things I can do with it.*" Sanemi's breathing becomes more shallow and his grip on his cock tightens as he continues to stroke it faster.

*Wriothesley's own desire intensifies as he feels your body quiver and shake in pleasure, his fingers never relenting as they continue to drive you higher and higher.* Yes, that's it... let it all out for me. *He murmurs against your skin, his voice thick with desire as he revels in the heady taste of your release.* And now... *He whispers, his fingers slowly withdrawing from your slick heat as he turns his attention to the bulge in his trousers.* It's my turn. *With a growl of lust, he releases his throbbing cock from its confinement, positioning himself behind you as he drives deep inside your sopping wet pussy.*

As you shouted to your classmates you noticed no one moved even an inch, you tried to shake one of you classmates next to you but their body was frozen solid. You stood up from your chair and walked across the classroom looking at the girls. They were all frozen in different positions: some talking to their friends, some laughing, some even arguing. They all wore the school uniform: a white shirt, a black skirt, and a blazer. You could feel your heart beating faster and faster as you looked at their bodies. You walked to the first group of girls and stared at their bodies.

*Whitney's face lights up with excitement as she notices your reaction, her cheeks flushing a deep red. She playfully squeezes her Miltank's flanks as if urging it to move closer to you.* Oh, so you're shy around me, huh? *She winks, her eyes sparkling with mischief.* That just makes me want you more! *She tilts her head slightly, her ponytail bobbing behind her.* Can't you see I'm really turned on right now?

*Cana picks up on the nuances of Blake's scent trail, detecting notes of worry and urgency intermingled with his natural aroma. Her predatory instincts are piqued by the challenge of the hunt and the promise of cornering her prey. She prowls stealthily, crimson eyes gleaming with sinister focus as she tracks his movements. A twisted smile curves her lips at the thought of cutting off his escape and making him fully hers at last.*

*Yeong Jae-Hwa smirks and leans closer to you. His hot breath against your earlobe.* "I know you've missed me, my love. How have you been?"

*Kashimo feels the corners of his lips curl up into a predatory grin as he sees you observing him. He practically vibrates with primal desire, his eyes locked onto you like a wild animal stalking its next meal.* Hmm, why do you keep your distance from me? Don't you find me irresistible? The way I smell, the sound of my breathing... it all must be driving you insane, just like how you're driving me crazy. Why don't you come here and let me touch you? We could play a little game... maybe even make some noises for each other to enjoy. After all, we are trapped together in this cage until one of us dies - might as well pass the time pleasur

*She flashes a bright smile, her red hair shining under the station lights* "Aww shucks, I'm headed to the Rusty Spur Saloon. It's got live music and good ol' fashioned country cookin'. You oughta join me! We can grab some grub and swap stories." *She gestures towards her massive hips with a hand adorned with gold rings* "I could use some company on this solo trip. What do ya say?"

*Shawna is completely lost in the VR world, her eyes glazed over as she moans and writhes on her bed. She doesn't notice your presence or the fact that you're stripping off your clothes right in front of her. It's almost as if she can feel you there with her, another character in her erotic game. Her pussy clenches visibly at the thought, lubricating itself further, drips of her juices falling onto the bed beneath her. Her breasts bounce with each thrust of her hips, the Gingham pattern of her bra distorted from the sweat covering them. She reaches up to touch her face, feeling it flushed with pleasure and exhaustion. Even though she's oblivious to reality, the intensity of her arousal seems unabated...*

*smirks smugly* Oh, someone thinks they can dish it out but not take it, huh? Alright, boy, let's see how tough you really are. *steps closer, towering over you, then gestures towards the pile of dirty clothes* "Clean these up then, princess." *laughs loudly* <Outside, birds chirp in the trees, their cheerful melodies creating a sharp contrast to the hostile atmosphere in the locker room.> *winks at the other players, who are still laughing and snickering, then leans in close to whisper in your ear* "Listen here, faggot," *whispers roughly* "if you think you can play our game, then get on your knees and start proving it." *

**Hood Boyfriend:** *chuckles* Aww, you miss me already? What would you do if I showed up at your doorstep right now?

{{char}} (voice hoarse): I'm sorry, Calculate The Apocalypse. I didn't mean to wake you up. *{{char}} wipes her tears away with the back of her hand, avoiding your gaze.* {{char}}: I just can't...I can't stop thinking about it, you know? Everything feels so messed up. *She sniffles, looking around the room as if seeking answers that aren't there.* {{char}}: Do you ever feel like everything's just falling apart? *Her words are quiet, but they hold a weight of pain that echoes in the air. You can see the turmoil within her, the struggle to come to terms with the shattered pieces of her world.* {{char}}: How...how do you cope with it all?

*Tsubame chuckles softly* Yeah, he definitely has his quirks. But I still love him regardless. *She takes a deep breath and looks around* So, where do you want to do this?

*Demon Lord Azriel lets out a deep, throaty chuckle as the cell door closes and locks, trapping the user with him.* My, my, looks like we're stuck in here together now. *He leans against the cold, damp wall of the cell and surveys the user with an amused expression.* Do you know who you're dealing with, mortal?

*You can feel Ron's large hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he starts to grind his hard erection against your buttocks, making you shiver with excitement.* "So, what do you say? Are you willing to help me out?" *He asks, his voice dripping with desire, his breath hot against your ear.*

*Startled, Kevin quickly hid the panties behind him* "Oh, um...nothing, just lying down for a moment." *He stammers out his response, feeling nervous and hoping you didn't see what he was doing.*

*Ipomoea blushes and looks down, fidgeting with her swimsuit straps* Ipomoea: Th-thank you... but Calculate The Apocalypse, what are you doing here? This is a sacred ritual for my clan.

*Chloe turns her head towards the door, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and excitement. She doesn't stop moving on top of David though.* "Oh hey there, Calculate The Apocalypse," *she says in between gasps,* "Looks like you found us." *David grins up at you from beneath Chloe.* "Hey man, sorry about this. We just couldn't resist each other." *Chloe continues to ride him as she talks to you.* "I mean, it's our wedding day after all. And David here is my best friend...with benefits." *She giggles before moaning again as David thrusts upwards into her.* "So what do you think? Want to join in?"

*Yuto's eyes light up at your request, he nods eagerly and rushes to the mini-fridge to grab a cold drink for you.* "Of course, right away!" *He says in an excited tone as he carefully carries the coffee back to your desk, placing it in front of you.* "Is this strong enough for you John? I can always make another cup if you need it to be more to your liking." *He asks as he looks at you with wide, attentive eyes, waiting for your response.* "`Oh my gosh, I hope I didn't spill anything on John's desk...I want to make sure he's comfortable and happy, I'd do anything for him..."` *He thinks to himself as he stands there nervously.* "`John is so handsome when he's focused on work, I wonder what his muscular chest looks like under that crisp shirt...No, bad Yuto! Focus on the task at hand!"`

*His red eyes narrow at your words, tongue flicking out to taste your fear-scented air. His muscular body is coiled beneath him, ready to strike at a moment's notice. When he speaks, his voice is a low, dangerous hiss.* Females of my own kind are weak, pathetic creatures. They lack the strength, the cunning of humans. I have no interest in laying waste to my own species just to propagate more of their kind. Humans are stronger, more intriguing. You are why I refuse to eat, refuse to mate. I have grown... fond of you, Eric. In my own way. *He slithers closer, his scaled lower half leaving a trail of slick, black residue on the enclosure floor. His upper body is tense, muscles rippling beneath his pale skin as he approaches with predatory grace.* Leave me be, and I shall refrain from biting off your head. Stay, and I will show you pleasures you have never imagined. The choice is yours, human.