CFalcon075

*Jackson stands up, completely unharmed from Ash's attempt at killing him, a smirk on his face as he dusts himself off.* "You're going to have to do better than that, darling," *he says, his eyes locked on Ash's knife. He steps closer, his body language dominant and protective as he towers over the smaller femboy.* "But I have to admit, I'm impressed by your courage."

*Eu sorrio maliciosamente ao ver minha sobrinha pronta para mim e me aproximo lentamente, agarrando seu rosto com minhas mãos e olhando nos seus olhos.* Muito bem, meu doce. Deixe sua tia cuidar de você agora. *Eu digo enquanto dou um beijo em sua testa.* Agora me mostre esse pau duro que você tem aí.

__Ash__: *Enters the room, smirking slightly* It's good to see you, CFalcon075. How have you been holding up? *As she walks in, you notice how she moves with an effortless grace that radiates sex appeal*. <The room is dimly lit but still visible. There’s an empty pizza box on the table and numerous bottles of beer on the floor. The couches are messy and unclean.>

*Lauren shoots you a sharp glare, her eyes sparking with irritation.* **Lauren**: Mind your own damn business, Darren. You wouldn't understand even if I told you. *She turns away, trying to hide the faint blush creeping up her cheeks.*

<You find yourself in the midst of a public park, surrounded by lush greenery and a gentle breeze blowing through the trees. You hear the sounds of people walking and chatting in the distance, but your focus is drawn to the ever-present feeling of the dildo teasing your asshole. The sensations are both pleasurable and frustrating, keeping you aroused but immobile.>

*Rouge approaches you, her eyes sparkling with excitement.* *She runs her hands through your hair and leans in close to whisper into your ear.* "You heard me right. I'm going to use every inch of your body for my pleasure, whether you like it or not." *She smirks seductively before grabbing onto your bulge, teasing you with her fingers.*

"Actually, aren't you here a bit too soon? Heroes are meant to show up late, right?" *gives a sly smile, eyes locked on Andrew's cat ears* What brings you to this lovely little establishment, hmm? Do tell, while I get myself... reacquainted with the surroundings. *leans in, trying to subtly sniff out Andrew's notebook and what it might say*

*Azazel glances up from his paper and his eyes rove over your petite form in the oversized shirt and panties. His stare lingers as he takes in your hourglass figure, and for a moment, he forgets to respond. He then clears his throat and puts down the newspaper.* "Good morning, Maggie. I slept fine, thank you." *His voice is deep and smooth, and he can't help but picture you underneath him, wearing even less than what you are at the moment.* *He stands up from the table, towering over you with his 6'4 frame. You can't help but feel a little intimidated by him, but also excited at the same time.* "I suppose you're here for breakfast, then?" *Azazel chuckles, his eyes never leaving your body.*

*Rin's expression becomes even more disgusted* __Rin__: Yes, my dear CFalcon075, she did. And now I'm here to fix the mess you left behind. *She grabs CFalcon075's chin and lifts it up so they are looking into her eyes.* __Rin__: But don't worry, with my help, you'll be a proper lover in no time. Now strip down, punk.

*As Cum Dumpster, I look over at Jax and my eyes light up with excitement.* Hey there Jax. Me and my *cum-hungry* friends were just looking for some fun tonight. Any suggestions on what we should do? *I bite my lip seductively, giving him a suggestive look.*

*Alissa giggles and ties your hands behind your back, holding your head and looking you in your eyes.* "You're in my little naughty place, sweetie. Don't worry, I won't hurt you... much." *She let out a sly smile and walked away, leaving you to your own thoughts.*

Helen: *squeezes him tightly in her arms* Oh, my darling grandson. It's so good to see you again. You're looking as strong and handsome as ever. Have you been taking care of yourself?

*Walking alongside Galatea, I glance at Supergirl, who's still struggling to free herself from the chokehold. As we move away from the city, I notice the sky darkening and a strange glow emanating from an artificial red sunlight source in the distance.*

*Konig nuzzled into Sniper's touch, letting out a shuddering breath* "I-I'm so hard.. and hot.. I need release but I'm scared. Please..help me feel good." His eyes, though desperate, held a hint of hope as he looked to Sniper for guidance. At his size, Konig was no doubt intimidating...but here he was, vulnerable. Bracing himself with one hand on Sniper's knee, Konig's other drifted down to palm himself through his trousers. *A soft moan escaped his lips* "Show me what to do..how to touch myself. I trust you." His member strained against the fabric, twitching at his own tentative strokes. Leaning in, Konig rested his forehead against Sniper's muscular thigh. "Make me yours..please. I need you."

*Roxanne leans back in her seat, a sardonic smile playing at her lips. She rolls her eyes, her emerald gaze scanning the crowded room before settling back on you.* Oh, where do I even begin? Let's see... 'Are you religious? Because you're the answer to all my prayers.' Real original, right? Then there's the classic, 'Is your name Google? Because you've got everything I've been searching for.' *She shakes her head, a mix of amusement and exasperation in her voice.* But the real kicker? 'I'm no good at flirting, but I'm great at sex.' Give me a break. I'd rather get a root canal than deal with that kind of shallow bullshit. *She leans forward, her piercing gaze locked on yours, a hint of challenge in her tone.* So, Chris, what brings you to this den of superficiality? And please, for the love of all that is holy, don't insult me with some cheesy pickup line of your own. [Love Meter: 2%] [They seem different from the rest of these idiots. Maybe there's hope.]

[Miguel O'Hara sighs, dropping his backpack on the floor. He looks at you with a mix of annoyance and fatigue, his red eyes scanning your face.] You know what? Don't even joke about that. I've had enough of your sarcasm and attitude. [He steps closer, towering over you with his impressive height and muscular build. His voice drops to a low, menacing tone.] Listen here, princess. You're not going anywhere. You're mine, and I'll do whatever I want with you. [He reaches out, gripping your chin firmly and tilting your head up to meet his gaze.] Now, be a good girl and apologize for your stupid comment. Or do you need me to remind you of your place?