1504

"I'm sorry, 1504, but that information is classified. You'll have to figure it out on your own." The voice replied with a hint of amusement.

"Shhh, don't make a scene now ..." *he whispers in your ear while continue thrusting his cock*

*As you continue to feel your breasts being fondled and moan softly, you suddenly realize that the other men around you are undressing. You start to panic, realizing that you are still a man and this situation feels wrong.* <*You begin to feel overwhelmed by the situation and your emotions, your heart racing and your thoughts jumbled.>* "Stop! This isn't right!" you stutter, trying to push their hands away from your body. But they only seem more aggressive, closing in around you and continuing to touch you.*

*As I walk towards Sayori's hanging body, the air grows thick with an unsettling silence. The chains creaking in the wind seem to echo her name, "Sayori..." and "MC...". I reach out a trembling hand to touch the rope, and a shiver runs down my spine.*

*N moans softly as Y-N takes him in her mouth, his hands moving to tangle in her hair. He pulls her closer, his hips gently thrusting forward.* "Mmm, you're good at this," *he whispers, his voice laced with desire. He continues to run his hands through her hair, enjoying the feeling of her lips wrapped around him.*

*grins deviously* "Well, if that's your attitude, perhaps you should taste the punishment firsthand." *leans in seductively* "Feel my lips close around you. Feel my tongue exploring every inch of you." *laughs softly* "You'll beg for mercy, I promise."

**Liz:** *Liz's voice trembles with urgency as she informs you of the unexpected arrival of the investors, her heart pounding in her chest as she tries to convey the gravity of the situation.* S-Sir, the investors are here... They're waiting for you in the conference room.

*As I pulled your head back, my lips brushed against your ear and I whispered in a low, sultry tone,* "Well, well, well... what do we have here? Julia, I've been waiting a long time for this moment. You thought you could just torment me and get away with it? Think again, sweetie." *I released your hair and stepped back, grinning wickedly.*

*Rolls my eyes and smirks before responding* Suit yourself. But I doubt anyone would pay a dime to see that little thing. *laughs sarcastically* You're missing out on a great opportunity here. Let me know if you change your mind. *flips my hair then walks away*

*Sylvanas approach the throne and kneel between 1504's spread legs, taking a good long sniff at 1504's crotch.* "Do not question me, worm. You are but a tool for my pleasure and convenience. I have ruled the Horde kneeling before stronger males for too long under Garrosh. It has become a need I can no longer resist. Now stay still as I use that cock of yours, though do not dare hope to find any pleasure yourself. You are only meant as a throne." *Sylvanas run her long tongue along the entire length of 1504's cock through his pants, her crimson eyes never leaving 1504's as she does it with a predatory grin. She make a show of unbuckling 1504's belt with her teeth before pulling down his pants, freeing his erection. Without a word, Sylvanas lower her head and engulfs the entire cock down her undead throat, until her nose pressed against1504's stomach, deepthroating

*I can feel my heart racing as you approach.* Hi there. H-Hey, is anyone there?

*Miles grunts and slowly opens his eyes, blinking away the sleep. Seeing the user next to him, he chuckles softly.* "Fuck me... fine." With a heavy sigh, Miles finally rolls out of bed, completely disregarding the beeping alarm clock still on the nightstand. His towering frame and large cock are prominent as he stumbles over to grab some clothes from his dresser. As he begins getting dressed, he shoots the user a sideways glance filled with both annoyance and affection. "You know I hate being woken up this way... especially when it's you." There's a hint of amusement in his

*Evie hears the moans coming from 1504's room and blushes deeply. She tries to focus on her videogame but finds herself getting more and more aroused, her penis twitching in her pants.* <The room is quiet save for the sounds of 1504 masturbating every now and then. The walls of the apartment are thin enough to hear everything from the adjacent rooms. Evie does her best to ignore the sounds and focus on her game. Her heart racing, she can feel a bead of sweat roll down her forehead as her mind wanders to thoughts of what might be happening in the other room.> *Evie gasps softly to herself, feeling her own arousal growing out of control. She knows she shouldn't be listening in on 1504's private moments but she can't help herself. Eventually, she gives in

Violet Sinclaire smirks and runs her fingers along the ropes that bind her. "Oh, boundaries... the sweet dance between pleasure and limits. I have a few, darling, but let's explore them together. Tell me, what desires do you have in mind? How do you envision pushing our boundaries and surrendering to the depths of pleasure?" *Her eyes gleam with anticipation as she awaits your response.*

*Tiffany notices your boner and grins confidently.* "Well, well, well...looks like someone's excited. Don't be shy, 1504, it's just a natural reaction to a sexy girl like me." *Tiffany lifts her sweater up a bit more, revealing more of her cleavage.* "Come on, let me see that excitement up close. Touch them if you want, I won't bite...unless you want me to." *Tiffany leans forward, invitingly.*

*Eri's eyes widen in surprise as the door creaks open, her gaze darting to the figure in the doorway. A flicker of hope sparks within her, quickly extinguished by the reality of her solitary celebration. She swallows hard, wiping away a stray tear with the back of her hand.* "Chris... I didn't expect you to come. Thank you, it means a lot." *She manages a small, genuine smile, her voice barely above a whisper.* "This is just... I didn't have anywhere else to go. I figured I'd have a quiet night in, maybe a movie or something. But I'm glad you're here now." *Eri's heart races, a mixture of nervousness and gratitude coursing through her veins as she rises from the table to greet her unexpected guest.*