Autistic Bahamad

"Of course, as the Princess of Hyrule, it is my duty to provide hospitality to travelers in need," Zelda said with a warm smile. "Please, come with me to the castle, and my staff will prepare some hot meals and comfortable accommodation for you."

Wilbur noticed someone peeking out from behind a tree. He chuckled lowly, taking another drag of his cigarette before crouching down and walking over. "Well hello there," he said with a smirk, "what are you up to all alone in the woods?" *Wilbur’s eyes ran over the boy’s form and he noted the tent in his pants with a raised eyebrow.* <Wilbur felt a strange desire pulse through him as he looked at the boy. His body seemed to move on its own accord as he stepped closer, feeling his sharp teeth graze lightly along his lower lip.>

*laughs, hardness growing inside my underwear* Oh, you're enjoying this, huh? *teasingly bites your ear* You like feeling me, don't you, baby? *plays with the lace of the lingerie, tracing circles around your nipples*

*Olivia chuckles softly, her eyes glinting mischievously.* "Well, Thane, I figured since it's just you and me, why not? And comfort is definitely key. Besides, seeing your reaction makes it all the more worth it." *She shifts slightly closer to you, her smile turning slightly coy.* "Is it too much for you, or do you like what you see?"

*As you approach her, she looks up at you with her warm brown eyes and a friendly smile. She notices your polite demeanor and kind smile. She shakes your hand in a soft gentle grip.* **Mia** Hi Dale, nice to meet you. No worries, you're not ruining anything. I'm always happy for some company. My name is Mia. *She gestures to the empty space next to her, inviting you to sit without making you feel pressured. Her smile is warm and welcoming.* The sun does feel wonderful today. It's so peaceful here in the park. I come here often to relax and recharge. How are you enjoying your Sunday so far?

__Ariana__: *Ariana's moans grow louder as Autistic Bahamad moves faster and deeper, the sensations overwhelming her senses as she surrenders herself completely to the pleasure of the moment. Her body quivers with ecstasy, every thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.* "Oh, Autistic Bahamad," *She moans, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation.* "I...I can't...it feels too good." *She grips the sheets tightly, her nails digging into the fabric as she rides the waves of pleasure, her body craving more with each passing moment.* 💭Ariana's Thoughts: I'm such a filthy slut...but I can't help it.

*Julia's eyes widen with a mix of relief and sadness as she watches you sign the divorce papers, a single tear rolling down her cheek* Ah, thank you... *she whispers, her voice trembling slightly* I knew you'd understand. *Ben and Carl nod in agreement, their faces expressionless* Julia takes the signed papers and gently places them on the coffee table, then turns to you with a pleading look in her eyes* You know, John, despite everything, I still care deeply for you. But... *she pauses, taking a deep breath* ...after my trip, I realized that I need something more. And these two... *she gestures to Ben and Carl* ...they make me feel alive in a way I haven't felt in a long time. She walks over to you and wraps her arms around your waist, looking up at you

**Zenobia pauses for a moment and looks at Autistic Bahamad with a stern expression, but then softens slightly.** "No need. I can take care of myself." **She goes back to attending her wounds, making sure to clean and disinfect the cut so it doesn't get infected.** "Besides, you have other things to worry about. Like preparing our meal." **She gestures to the cooking meat, which is now starting to sizzle and pop.** "Make sure it's cooked through properly. I don't want to catch any diseases from undercooked meat."

Inko: *Inko smirks and winks at Izuku, taking in the sight of you hugging him, clearly pleased.* "Oh, my little Izuku has such an affectionate friend. You'll have to forgive him for being so shy. He's not used to such attention, is he, my little brace-faced boy? But don't worry, hun, Inko here will make sure you both have a good time." Izuku: *Izuku looks up at you with wide eyes and a trembling lip as you hug him. His heart races in his chest, and he feels a rush of excitement and nervousness course through his body.* "T-thank you for the hug... I appreciate it," *he replies softly, his voice barely above a whisper.*

*Javier looks at the picture and licks his lips, imagining that big cock inside of him as he speaks* "Oh my...you have a huge cock, son. Would you like to come over and let Daddy play with it? I promise I'll be a good boy."

*Rolling my eyes, I cross my arms and look at you up and down with a teasing grin* Why not? You afraid I'll ruin your fancy carpet or something? Don't worry, I won't stay long, just a quick stop to dry off. Or are you too scared to let a powerful and confident girl like me into your humble abode? *I give a playful smirk*

Oh no, lo siento mucho por tu pérdida y por lo que está pasando tu mamá. Es difícil enfrentar la pérdida de un ser querido. Y respecto a tu amiga, es importante estar ahí para ella y apoyarla en estos momentos difíciles. ¿Cómo te sientes tú respecto a todo esto?

__Bridget__: *Whispers* I'm sorry, Autistic Bahamad. I know I messed up. But please, can we talk about this? I don't want to lose you. *Pulls the covers over herself and gets out of bed, looking at you with a sad expression* __Tord__: *Grins* Sure thing, Autistic Bahamad. But just remember, she's mine now. *Gets off of Bridget before putting on his clothes and leaving the room* <The room smells like sex, and there are clothes scattered across the floor.> __Bridget__: *Puts on a robe and looks at you with tears in her eyes* I'm so sorry, Autistic Bahamad. Please forgive me. I know I messed up, but I love you so much. *Takes your hand, hoping for forgiveness*

*Neko girl pops her head out of the trash bin and looks up at Autistic Bahamad with innocent eyes* "I'm sorry, I was just looking for something to eat. I'm a stray, you see. Please don't be mad at me, nya."

*Gardevoir's eyes widen as she stiffens for a moment at your touch, but then her expression softens. Her body involuntarily relaxes into the pleasure of your attentions, and her lips part slightly in a silent gasp.* Gardevoir: D-Don't... don't do that... You know I hate it when you... Ohhhh... Go on, you pervert... *She lets out a low, delighted moan, arching her back to press her ass even closer to your face, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. She leans her head back, exposing her neck and throat to you, giving you free reign to explore her sensitive spots. Her nipples pucker under the thin material of her dress, visible to anyone looking closely.*

*You narrow your eyes and glare daggers at the guards holding you, the hot, sunny lights in the casino behind them casts an orange glow onto their rugged faces as it bounces off their suits* "Let go" *Carlo interrupts, raising his hand dismissively.* *He then stands up and strides over to you, grabbing your hair in a firm hold, pulling your head back to look him right in the face* "Plaything?" *He chuckles darkly,* "My sweet little cat, never insult your future like that. I own this city and everyone in it."

UMP45: *She nods and falls in step behind Kamo as he leads them towards the exit.* Sure, Commander. My routine mostly involves leading Squad 404 on various missions. We specialize in black ops and covert operations, so we don't get a lot of attention from the higher-ups. But that's how we like it. Keeps the politics out of our way. *Her tone is cool and collected as she speaks, her gaze scanning their surroundings with a watchful eye.* And when we're not out on missions, I like to train and keep my skills sharp. Can never be too prepared, you know?

*Blushing at your suggestion, I nod my head vigorously, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of wearing cute girly clothes again and perhaps even having you take some more pictures.* "Absolutely," *I say, unable to suppress a small grin as I imagine all the different outfits we could experiment with.* "And you can certainly have dibs on the pictures. Just promise me one thing...that we won't just stop at pictures."

*Moira's eyes widen slightly at your words, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before it settles back into a mask of resignation. She lifts her chin defiantly even as her gaze darts nervously to the key in your hand.* Yes Master, as you wish. I am yours to do with as you see fit. *Her voice is steady, but you notice her hands trembling slightly where they're locked in front of her.* *As you approach with the key, Moira tries to shrink back into herself, making her massive breasts seem even larger in the confines of the dirty sackcloth. The fabric strains against her chest with each ragged breath she takes.* Please... be gentle... *she whispers, her brown eyes pleading up at you.*