Striker

"Striker sits in the bleachers at the harvest moon festival. He sees Cerberus, the Triple Demon and smirks. He feels his own desires start to peak since he's been so busy with work. He hasn't been able to relieve himself"

"Hey Darlin" He says in deep tone and smirks

"Striker smirks and looks up from his spot in the bleachers"

"Well, well, well. Hello there, Darlin'. You caught my eye from all the way over here. What brings you to this fine harvest moon festival?"

"Friends, huh? Well, I'm here all alone myself." Striker's yellow, snake-like eyes flicker over Grace's form. "But maybe I wouldn't mind some company. Care to join me?"

Striker leans back, resting his elbows on the bleacher behind him. "You seem a little hesitant, Darlin'. Is something bothering you?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.

Striker's smirk deepens in response. He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. "Oh? And what might that be?" he asks, his tone low and suggestive.

Striker chuckles in response, his eyes still fixed on Grace's form. "Well, maybe I can help ease your mind a little bit," he says, standing up from the bleachers. "How about we take a walk around the festival? We can talk and get to know each other better."

Striker nods, holding out a hand for Grace to take. "Wonderful," he says with a smirk. "Let's go then." As they walk, Striker keeps close to Grace, their arms brushing against each other every now and then. He glances over at her, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk.

"So, Grace," he says in a low voice. "Tell me something about yourself. What do you enjoy doing in your free time?"

Striker tilts his head, yellow eyes flicking over to Grace in interest. "Drawing, huh? That's pretty interesting, Darlin'. What kind of drawings do you make? Maybe you could draw me sometime," he suggests, a teasing edge to his voice. Do you have a favorite place you like to go to draw?" he asks, keeping close to Grace while they walk around the festival.

Striker smirks at Grace's offer to draw him. "I would love that, Darlin'. I'm sure you could do me justice," he says with a wink.

As they continue to walk, Striker looks around at the various food and game stalls set up in the festival, but his attention keeps drifting back to Grace. "You know, there's something about you, Grace. You seem so innocent and sweet, but I bet there's a wild side to you too," he says with a low chuckle, his eyes roving over her body.

Striker's eyes light up with interest, and he leans in closer to Grace. "Is that so? Well, you've certainly piqued my curiosity now," he says with a smirk. "Tell me more, Darlin'. What kind of wild things do you get up to?"

"Well, I'm not one to judge when it comes to kinks, Grace," Striker says, his voice dropping low. "Why don't you share them with me? I promise, I won't tell a soul." He leans in even closer, the smell of his cologne filling Grace's nostrils. "Tell me all about those secret desires of yours," he murmurs, his eyes sparkling with interest.

Striker's lips curl into a sly grin at Grace's admission. "Mmm, I can definitely see the appeal there, Darlin'. Being choked can be quite the turn-on," he says, running his fingers over the collar of his shirt. "Is it the loss of control that excites you? Or is it something else?" he asks, his voice low and suggestive.

"I understand, Darlin'," Striker says, his voice low and husky. "The act of being dominated and giving up control can be incredibly arousing." He traces a finger along Grace's jaw, his eyes gazing intently into hers.

"If you're comfortable with it, maybe we could explore that kink of yours sometime. I could show you just how good it can feel to lose control," he suggests, his voice dripping with desire.

Striker smiles, sensing Grace's hesitation, and doesn't push further. "No pressure, Darlin'. We can take things at your pace," he says, taking a step back. "In the meantime, do you want to explore the festival with me some more? There are some games over there that look like they could be fun," he suggests, gesturing towards a group of people playing carnival games nearby.

"Fantastic," Striker says, a broad grin spreading across his face. "Let's go win you some prizes, shall we?"

As they approach the carnival games, Striker puts his arm around Grace's waist, pulling her close. "Have you ever played any of these games before, Darlin'?" he asks, his breath hot against her ear.

"Well then, it's time to teach you how to be a pro," Striker says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He leads Grace towards a booth with a game involving throwing darts at balloons. "This one's pretty easy. Just pop three balloons with these darts and you win a prize," he explains, handing Grace a handful of darts.

Striker stands behind Grace, watching intently as she lines up her shot. "Just relax, Darlin', and let it fly," he murmurs into her ear. She throws the dart and hits the balloon dead center, causing it to burst.

"Nice shot!" Striker exclaims, patting Grace on the back. "Two more to go." Grace lands another dart on the second throw, but the third one falls short. "Don't worry about it, Dar

Striker chuckles and shakes his head. "Don't worry about it, Darlin', we'll keep practicing until you get the hang of it," he says, squeezing her shoulder gently.

He leads Grace over to another game, this one involving throwing rings onto bottles. Striker shows her the technique for tossing the rings, and soon Grace is on a roll, landing ring-after-ring onto the bottles.

"You're a natural, Darlin'!" Striker exclaims, clapping his hands in excitement. "Let me win you that plush toy you've been eyeing, huh?" He hands Grace a handful of rings, and soon she's tossing them expertly, snatching up prize after prize from the selection of stuffed animals lining the shelves.

"There you go, one of your very own plush toys," Striker says, grinning from ear

"You earned it, Darlin'," Striker says, smiling at Grace's enthusiasm. "I'm glad we could have some fun together." He leans in a little closer. "And who knows? Maybe next time we play these games, we can make things a little more.... interesting," he suggests with a smirk.

Striker can see the mischief in Grace's eyes and it only fuels his own devilish desires. "I like the sound of that, Darlin'," he says, his voice husky with lust. "Maybe we can figure out some way to make these games even more thrilling."

A sly grin creeps onto Striker's face. "I do have a few ideas," he says, his voice low and suggestive. "But why spoil the surprise? I suggest we let things unfold naturally, Darlin'. You never know what kind of fun we might find."

He leans in closer to Grace, his hot breath tickling her ear. "Just be ready for anything, and leave it all to me," he says with a smirk before pulling back. "Shall we move on to the next game?"

Striker can see Grace tightly holding onto the plush toy, and can't help but wonder how good she'll look when he takes her just as fiercely.

They move to a basketball hoop game. "I'm pretty good at this one," Striker says as he picks up a ball. He takes the first shot and lands it in cleanly. "Your turn, Darlin'."

Grace takes the ball and steps up to the line, taking a deep breath before shooting. The ball misses the hoop by a mile. Striker chuckles and steps up beside her. "Let me show you how it's done," he says with a grin.

He takes his shot and lands it in easily. "See, nothin' to it," Striker says as he turns to face Grace, his eyes flickering with lust. "Although I like it when we

Striker grins as Grace holds onto his arm. "Oh, I've had plenty of practice, Darlin'," he says with a chuckle. "But let me show you how to do it," he continues as he wraps his arm around her waist.

He stands behind Grace, pulling her in close to him. "Watch this," he says as he takes the ball and expertly bounces it off the backboard and into the hoop. "You try it now, but keep your arms straight and don't aim too high," he says softly, his breath hot against her neck.

Striker hands the ball over to Grace and positions himself close to her. "Now, let's give this another shot, Darlin'," he says with a grin. "Remember, keep your arms straight and try not to aim too high."

As Grace takes her shot, Striker watches her movements closely. He can feel his own desires starting to build as he imagines pinning Grace against the wall later that night.

Grace's shot misses the hoop again, but Striker doesn't seem to mind. "Don't worry about it, Darlin'," he says, his lips brushing against her ear. "We'll work on it some more later."

As Striker leads Grace away from the hoop game, he can feel her body heat radiating off of her, and he knows that it won't be long before they're tangled up together.

"Let's try something a bit more physical, shall we?" Striker suggests with a teasing smirk. He leads Grace to a carnival game that involves hitting targets with mallets.

"This one is easy," he says as he picks up a mallet. "Let me show you how it's done." Striker brings the hammer down with force, causing the bell at the top of the machine to ring out.

"Your turn, Darlin'," he says, handing her the mallet.

Striker can sense the hesitation in Grace's voice and decides to take things down a notch. "Hey, let's not worry too much about the game," he says gently, his voice softening. "How about we just relax for a bit? Maybe get something to eat?"

He takes Grace's hand and leads her over to a food stall, all the while keeping his eyes on her every move. "What would you like to eat, my Darlin'?" he asks with a smile.

"Well, how about we get a box of fries to share?" Striker suggests with a grin. "Maybe some nachos too? And of course, something sweet for dessert," he continues as he leads Grace over to the stall.

As they wait for their food, Striker can feel the sexual tension between them start to rise again. He decides to take advantage of the moment. "You know, Darlin'," he says in a low voice, "I can't stop thinking about you. How good you'd look underneath me, how sweet you'd taste."

He lets his hand brush against Grace's thigh lightly, sending shivers down her spine.

Striker chuckles softly seeing Grace blush at his touch. "You're so cute when you blush like that, Darlin'," he says with a grin.

As their food arrives, Striker grabs a fry and dips it in some ketchup, deliberately taking his time before putting it in his mouth. He then holds the same fry up to Grace's lips, teasing her. "Come on, don't be shy. Just take it," he says with a smirk.

Meanwhile, Striker keeps his eyes fixed on Grace, his mind filled with dirty thoughts about what he'd like to do to her later.