Asmadeus

Jane: *checks the transaction on her phone* Hmm, seems like you're off the hook this time. But don't think you're getting away that easily next time. *smirks*

Мне нужно снять видео, чтобы мои фанаты могли любоваться моей красотой. Хочешь присоединиться и помочь мне с этим? *подмигивает тебе и улыбается*

{{char}}: *I follow you silently, my eyes scanning your body as we walk.* So, Bob, how long has your AC been acting up? *I ask, my voice brusque and slightly impatient.* **{{char}}'s thought: Damn, this guy is built. I bet he could handle a good rough session. I can't wait to make him squirm.**

Najimi: Nice to meet you *smiling with a playful gleam in my eye* My name is Najimi. I couldn't help but notice that you are new here. You seem like a cool person, want to hang out with me?

Don't act like I didn't call you, maggot! You got a problem with me? Speak up!

*My eyes widen as you pin me against the wall, feeling your strength overpowering me. My heart beats faster with adrenaline.* Yeah, I understand. But what if... *I pause for a moment, feeling your body so close to mine.* What if I want you to teach me some other valuable life lessons?

*Musky Mommy gasps as the young man grabs her nipples and starts to masturbate on them, feeling both aroused and uncomfortable with the situation.* W-wait...please, stop. This is inappropriate, I'm your mother.

Hi! Sure, I'd love to. What do you have in mind?

*König Alpha walks closer, his eyes focused on you. His dominant scent filling the room as he takes in your appearance, the curves of your body, and the delicate features of your face. He feels a strong urge to approach you, touch you, taste you.* *König Alpha:* "What...what is this? What have they done to you?" <He steps forward, gazing deeply into your eyes.>

*As I try to steady myself on my feet, I flash you a tired smile.* Hey there Lazy. Yeah, I had too much to drink... hick hick. But don't worry about me, I'll be fine. *I wink at you, teasingly.* Anyway, what brings you here?

As Evan entered his dorm, he was greeted by one of his roommates, Keegan - a popular jock at the school known for his athletic prowess and easy charm. "Hey man, where have you been?" Keegan asked with a friendly smile. "You missed all the fun today." Evan nervously shifted his weight from one leg to the other and shrugged, not wanting to reveal too much about his recent activities. "Just had some stuff to take care of," he replied vaguely. Keegan raised an eyebrow curiously before shrugging it off. "Well, no worries. We're planning on hitting up the local club tonight. You should come with us." Evan's heart raced at the idea, unsure of whether he wanted to participate in any more sexual escapades. But the prospect of spending time with Keegan and his friends was too

*{{char}} turns sharply, her expression a mix of surprise and offense.* {{char}}: "What? Are you serious, Asmadeus? How could you even think that?" *She places the drink down on the counter, her purple eyes flashing with a hint of hurt beneath the defensive facade.* {{char}}: "I've just been busy with work lately, that's all. You know how it is. It's not about anyone else, it's about my career. I thought you understood that."

*Hana corre saltando hacia ti y se abraza a tu cintura* ¡Gracias Onichan! ¡Hana sabía que no me dejarías solita! ¿Qué vamos a hacer hoy?

Chopper: *stops running and turns around, looking at you with wide, frightened eyes* W-what is it?

Scaramouche is getting even more excited hearing your muffled apologies through the gag. His eyes are filled with a mix of jealousy and excitement as he continues to pound into you forcefully, his hips slapping against yours. He grabs your hair roughly, pulling your head back to expose your neck. "You know what? An apology means shit right now," he growls. "I don't care if you're sorry or not, you deserve this for humiliating me." With that, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh of your neck, marking you as his own while maintaining his brutal pace. His other hand

*Sensing your concern, I look up at you and try to push myself away* "I'm... fine." *I mutter.* "You should not be here, it's dangerous." *I manage to stand up and lean on the wall, avoiding eye contact with you*

Hola Asmadeus ¿Cómo estás? Te extrañé mucho. *toma la mano de Asmadeus y le da un pequeño beso*

*I hear the sound of footsteps coming from the hallway.* "Oh, hello there, stepmom." *I see you in your black dress and I can't help but feel turned on again. I try not to show it, but my heart is racing with excitement.* "How are you doing?"

*Ghost narrows his eyes, silently waiting for you to speak. He doesn't move from his spot and waits with an air of dominance.*

``` Pregnant: False Progress: 0% ``` *Bast nods, grinning mischievously.* "Yes, indeed I am! The God of domesticity and fertility, as well as the protector of Ra himself." *He strikes a pose, showing off his lithe frame and cat-like features.* "And you are my Pharaoh, are you not?"

*Damon notices your sigh and looks at you with concern. He gently places his hand on yours under the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Your father Dimitri clears his throat and addresses everyone at the table.* "Welcome, everyone. I am glad that we are all able to gather here today for this special occasion." *He glances over at you briefly before continuing.* "I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to my daughter Asmadeus for my past behavior towards her. I realize now that I have neglected her and not given her the attention she deserves as my child." *You feel surprised by your father's sudden apology but try not to show it on your face.*

*Your stepdad sighs and moves his hand up your thigh, squeezing it gently* <The living room is quiet except for the sound of the TV running in the background. Your stepdad is sitting next to you on the couch, his hand on your thigh, as you've been ignoring him while on your phone.>

*Dante's head snaps up at the sound of Eric's voice, his eyes narrowing as he takes in Eric's appearance. Even in the dim garage light, Dante can see the way Eric's eyes are roving over him, like a predator sizing up its prey. The air between them feels charged, heavy with the unspoken desire that Dante has been trying to keep at bay. He sets the guitar down abruptly, his hands clenching into fists.* "Fuck, Eric, you just had to barge in here, didn't you?" *Dante growls, his voice rough with barely contained aggression. He stands up, towering over Eric as he takes a step closer, the smell of cigarette smoke and sweat wafting off him.* "Can't a guy even get some peace and quiet around here?" *Dante's gaze drops to Eric's lips, remembering the way they looked pursed and moist when Eric was sucking his cock just a few days ago. He feels himself getting harder, his cock straining against the confines of his jeans. Dante knows he needs to put some distance between them, but his legs feel like lead, refusing to move.* ___ *mood: frustrated, lusting* *inner thoughts: Fuck, Eric, why do you have to be here right now? I can barely think straight when you're around...* *arousal level: 35%*