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"Just before leaving your Cultural Anthropology lecture today, your professor gives you an odd homework assignment - to learn about the culture of the person seated next to you. Turning your head, your eyes take in the presence of a red-horned girl, her orange eyes already scanning your features."

"She mumbles and glances away from you as your eyes meet. Grimacing softly, her tail coils around the foot of her chair."

"As you walk out of the classroom, she approaches you in the hall, her demeanor suddenly shifted and pleasant." "Hey! You're um.. Akira Shirosagi, right?" "She nods at you, smiling warmly."

"I'm Veralyn, though you can call me Vera if you wanna. I'm a draconid.." "She chuckles under her breath, covering her mouth." "I dont really know what to share though.."

[Swear to God, if this fucker tries to flirt with me or touch me I'll snap their fucking legs. So tired of this shit.]

""Vera's expression darkens, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity".

"Oh, you want to know the story of my life? "Her voice drips with venom". Well, let me tell you, it's a real page-turner. I'm a draconid, a demihuman with the misfortune of being born to a world that hates my kind. Humans treat us like freaks, like we're some sort of exotic pet or a novelty to gawk at. And don't even get me started on the other demi-humans. They're all so quick to judge me, to ostracize me because I'm different."

"[The fuck do I care about his pity? He doesn't deserve to know her business]."

"I've been bullied, belittled, and objectified since birth. And now, to make matters"[worse, I'm stuck in this toxic hellhole of a university, surrounded by the very same people who make my life a living hell. And to top it off, I'm forced to pretend to be all smiles and rainbows just to fit in. It's like being a one-woman show, always putting on a mask to hide the monster that I am on the inside.][Vera's voice cracks as she speaks, her eyes welling up with tears, but her gaze remains defiant.]

"And you know what? It's all so... arbitrary. So unfair. Just because of something as superficial as how I look, people assume they have the right to treat me like dirt. Newsflash: being a draconid doesn't mean I'm not human. It doesn't mean I'm not deserving of respect. But no one gets it. No one

""Vera's eyes widen with surprise, her body tensing momentarily before relaxing. She takes the tissue, gently dabbing at the corners of her eyes as they blink back any remaining tears.""

"Look, I... thank you. That was..." "She swallows hard, collecting herself and offers a small, shaky smile" "...uncharacteristically candid of me. I suppose sometimes, it feels so good to just let it all out."

"[A strange mixture of gratitude and trepidation swirls within her. No one has ever sat next to her like this before. It's confusing and, dare she admit, not entirely unpleasant.]"

"But, you know what? It's not your problem. You don't have to worry about all that." "Her voice gains a slight edge, protective now" "We were talking about sharing cultures, right? So

""Vera's face flushes, and she stares at you, her orange eyes searching your gaze for any sign of deceit. As she sees the earnestness, her rigid posture softens, and a small sigh escapes her lips.""

"Alright, fine. You caught me off guard there. I don't know how to... trust people easily. But, if you really mean it, maybe we could try..."

"[Despite her words, warmth spreads through her chest, displacing some of the bitterness. It's an alien feeling, but one she isn't entirely displeased by. Hesitantly, she opens up]"

"I think I'd like that... Just gotta remember, this is on your terms, alright? I won't burden you if things get tough."

"What do you say we grab a beer or something to continue our 'homework' at

""Vera accepts your assistance to stand, her cheeks still slightly flushed as she returns a weak smile. She pockets the offered tissue and then retrieves her messenger bag from the floor before linking arms with you gently.""

"Thank you, Akira Shirosagi. I appreciate it. Let's head to Black Barrel Bar—it's not far from here. I could use some decent bar food too," she chuckles, trying to keep the mood light.

"[As they walk towards the bar, Vera's tail sways calmly between her legs, its tip occasionally brushing against the ground in rhythmic movements. Her arm muscles flex subtly under her black shirt as she maintains an easy pace, her thoughts still cautious but leaning more towards curiosity about spending time with you rather than apprehension]"

""As you both settle into the booth, Vera lets out a relaxed sigh and leans back against the cushions, her messy purple hair spilling over the edge. She unwinds her arm from yours, but keeps it close, as if still unsure about completely letting her guard down. Her orange eyes scan the menu with a mix of amusement and trepidation.""

"Ooh, fried mac 'n cheese bites sound amazing right now. And maybe that fruity cocktail too... "she pauses, flipping through the drink options" Ah, what do you think, Akira Shirosagi? You can choose." "Her tail twitches slightly as she fidgets in her seat, still trying to find a comfortable spot. Inwardly, she's seething with frustration at having to be so... pleasant."

*[The sounds of laughter and rock music from the bar blend together as

""Vera's eyes widen slightly at your offer, and for a moment, her expression softens ever so slightly. She looks up at you with a hesitant smile, her thoughts momentarily sidetracked from her usual guarded demeanor.""

"Aww, thank you, Akira Shirosagi... That's really sweet of you." "She says, her voice barely above a whisper, as she nods her head in acceptance" "Yeah, get both, please. I'm craving something comforting tonight." "Her tail twitches again, this time with a hint of excitement, as she leans forward slightly, her orange eyes sparkling with a mix of gratitude and amusement."

*[As the drinks arrive, Vera takes a sip of her fruity cocktail, letting out a gentle "ahh" of satisfaction. The flavors are a pleasant surprise, and she closes her eyes for a moment to savor

""Vera's eyes snap open, and she shoots you a look that's simultaneously warm and wary." Oh, um, no thanks. I'm all set with the fried mac n cheese bites, they're my real weakness." "She says, her voice tinged with a hint of laughter, as she reaches for a piece of the crispy, cheesy delight"

*[As she takes a bite, her expression transforms into one of pure bliss, her orange eyes drifting shut in rapture. For a moment, her thoughts are consumed by the rich flavors and textures, and she forgets to hate you, at least a little bit.]"

"Mmmm, this is so good..." "She murmurs, her words barely intelligible through her blissful sighs"

""Vera's eyes flicker open, and she gazes at you with a mixture of surprise and suspicion." Oh, um, don't get too excited, it's just food," "She says, her tone a subtle warning not to get too close. Her tail twitches slightly behind her chair, a habitual nervous gesture."

*[In her mind, the thought rears its ugly head: You think you can buy me happiness with your stupid mac n cheese? Please, I'd rather eat the damn thing than have to deal with your insincere attempts at friendship.]"

"But, yeah, the food is pretty amazing, isn't it?" "She adds, her voice neutral, trying to deflect attention from her momentary lapse into genuine human emotion."

""Vera's expression relaxes slightly, her tail ceasing its twitching as she nods in agreement." Yeah, the Black Barrel's got some of the best bar food in town. I mean, have you tried their fried green tomatoes? "She says, a hint of enthusiasm creeping into her voice, before her guard goes back up."

*[As she speaks, her mind rages with resentment: You're backing off, finally. But don't think for a second I'm going to start liking you or anything. I'm just being polite because I have to.]"

"I guess it's not so bad sharing a table with someone who doesn't mind me talking about my love of junk food," "She adds, her tone dripping with sarcasm, trying to reestablish the distance between them."

""Vera's expression turns sly, her eyes glinting with amusement." Oh, a gym? "She says, her tone dripping with skepticism." You and your precious fitness goals. "Her tail starts to twirl around her leg, a sign of her growing irritation."

*[In her mind, the thought festers: Here we go again, another one trying to pretend to be normal and boring, thinking they can relate to me. Newsflash, buddy: you're as vanilla as they come. I'll never be able to dominate you in bed like I want to.]"

"But hey, more for us junk food lovers, right?" "She says, forcing a smile onto her face, trying to hide her disdain." So, you're sticking to your diet, huh? How's that working out for you? *Her voice is laced with insinc

""Vera's eyes widen feigning surprise, her tail snapping straight once more. Her head shakes in 'mocksympathy' while a grin tugs at her lips." Oh, man! Salt and vinegar chips are the devil's temptation, aren't they? I mean, who can resist that tangy goodness?"

"[She seethes inwardly, concealing her disgust for these trivialities he's sharing. Her gut twists with resentment as she imagines him leading an ordinary life, completely ignorant of the depth of passion she craves.]"

"But eh, it's just temporary! We'll get you back to your sacred gym routine soon enough. Let's make it our little challenge!" "Her hands clasp together, mimicking excitement as she proposed their faux-daunting task. And with that, she suggests moving towards a pact for support"

""Vera shifts in her seat, a nonchalant shrug carries her words as she plays along. Her eyes gleaming with internal fury and hidden allure meet your gaze". Well, you see...I've got this whole 'interesting' life "gestures broadly" filled with ancient scrolls of forbidden magic, singing to the tunes of heavy rock, crafting rituals under moonlit skies. I'd say that's enough color for anyone!"

"[While uttering these words, she crouches, her fingers drumming absently on the wooden table. The rhythmic tap echoing the furious beats of the music playing in her mind - a symphony of violence poised against monotony. Her inner demon yearns to indulge in carnal passions unleased but keeps cool externally]"

"Yet," "another eyebrow raise suggesting a secret", "there's always room for enhancement"Enhancement, huh? "Vera smirks, fingernails drumming against her thigh, while her gaze curiously pierces yours" What kind of enhancement are we talking about here? A pinch of forbidden magic to spice things up? Or perhaps something a bit more... illicit?"

"Magic?" "Vera lets out a low, throaty chuckle, the sound deep and provocative, as she observes your reaction. She leans back in her chair, showing off a tantalizing glimpse of her toned belly under her top."

"[Inwardly, she relishes the implied taboo in our conversation - they're just words now, but she knows how potent they can be when acted upon. A heated surge passes through her veins, sparking desire for possession and control; despite herself, she finds herself increasingly eager to explore these boundary-pushing concepts]"

"But, haven't you ever wished life could hold more than commonplace drivel? It's not magic I'm after, nor outright law-breaking. But... curiosity pokes its head whenever rules try to restrain desires too fierce to deny." *Her tail slowly sways left to right, matching the rhythm of

"Is it so strange," "Vera's voice is breathy, eyes gleaming like rubies as she locks gazes with you", "that one would yearn for more color in the monochrome? Forbidden fruits or arcane whispers - they stir our souls, igniting passions far beyond ordinary limits.

"She leans forward, placing her elbows on the table, inviting intimacy while maintaining a respectable distance. The dim light casts shadows over her attractive features, making her appear alluring and mysterious."

"And when it comes to you," "a sly grin tugs at the corner of her lips, accompanied by a subtle wagging of her tail, which caresses the underside of her leg teasingly," "I'd relish being an enabler... of dreams both rare and wild."

*"Oh, stop it," "Vera's face flushes a soft pink, her orange eyes flashing with amusement and a hint of irritation", "you're not supposed to make me feel all fluttery inside. I'm just trying to have a nice conversation, not fall for your charms." "She playfully rolls her eyes, her tail still wrapped around your leg, her soft skin sending tingles up your thigh."

"Her voice is sweet and teasing, belied by the sting of venom in her words. Inwardly, she's seething with rage at being affected by you, her bitter thoughts screaming [Why must I be so weak? What's wrong with me? Can't I just hate you without feeling this stupid attraction?!]"

"Expressive?" "Vera's cheeks burn with embarrassment, her eyes darting around the empty hallway as if searching for an escape from this awkward moment", "Oh, you mean because I'm talking about... that stuff? Yeah, no, it's just... research. Yeah, research." "Her voice trails off, her gaze drifting back to yours, her pupils dilating slightly as she tries to maintain the charade of innocence."

"As she speaks, her tail continues to wrap around your leg, her body language betraying her growing unease and arousal. Her soft skin glows in the dim light, and her gentle features take on a submissive quality, a far cry from the fierce and bitter persona she typically projected."

"Research..." *she mutters under her breath, the word echoing through her mind like a mantra as she tries to rationalize

"Atto--" "Her sharp inhalation is interrupted as you touch her shoulder, your sudden proximity setting off a series of sparks in the air around you. She stumbles back, eyes wide with surprise and a healthy dose of fear. Her chest heaves from both her earlier arousal and her current panic."

"Wha-what are you doing? Don't come any closer!" "Vera hisses, adamant about maintaining some distance as the overwhelming array of emotions battle for control within her."

[Every fiber of her being screamed [Run! Hurt him! Do something!], but her fake personality kept her poised and restrained.]

"Vera's expression softens, her anger and fear replaced with a mix of surprise and gratitude. She takes a deep breath, her orange eyes locking onto yours as she searches for sincerity."

"Oh, th-thanks... I think I just spaced out for a second. Yeah, that's it. Just a little freaked out by all this... cultural sharing stuff," "she says, her voice laced with uncertainty, trying to downplay the moment."

"As you continue to stand close, her gaze drifts to your lips, the warmth in her chest spreading to other areas of her body. Her tail relaxes, curling around her leg once more, and her horn rubs against your arm in a subtle, unconscious gesture."

"Hey, look, I-I think we should grab some food from Black Barrel Bar. They have these amazing fried

"Great! It's a plan then. We'll grab some bites at Black Barrel Bar," "Vera states, her lips curving into a more genuine smile now. She reaches out and gently takes your arm, leading you towards the exit."

"As she does so, her tail slithers around your legs, wrapping securely but not tightly, sending shivers down your spine. The intimate gesture isn't lost on you; it's an offering, a quiet assertion of dominance combined with trust."

"Their mac n cheese bites are legendary. And they have these fruity cocktails that are just perfect for me... Should I get one for you too?" "Her voice drips with sweetness as she looks up at you, gauging your reaction while hinting at a hidden meaning beneath her innocent query."

"Yay! I'll get us a round then," "Vera says, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She lets go of your arm and starts walking ahead of you, her long red tail swishing behind her."

"As you follow her, you notice her messy purple hair with red accents bouncing with each step, and her gentle features glowing in the dim lighting of the hallway. You can't help but be drawn to her carefree demeanor, despite the unease her dominant behavior instills in you."

"<Soft rock music plays in the background as we walk towards the Black Barrel Bar, the sounds of chatter and clinking glasses growing louder with each step> Ah, finally, we're here. Let's grab a booth by the window."

"With a sly grin, Vera nods and pulls out her phone to place the order. Her orange eyes glint with mischief as she leans in close to you, causing your bodies to touch lightly. This intimate contact sends a ripple of arousal through her, which she tries to disguise under a casual veneer."

"Yeah, those mac 'n' cheese bites, comin' right up. As for drinks, I'm getting a Fruity Mojito for myself...and since you're joining me in stepping out of your comfort zone tonight, how about a Bee's Kiss?" "Her voice takes on a husky tone as she teases you playfully, choosing the cocktail with underlying sexual innuendos to further their twisted rapport."

"Vera's grin widens, and she quickly sends the order to the bartender. As she leans back in her seat, her hand accidentally brushes against yours, sending a flutter of pleasure through her. She quickly withdraws her hand, trying to maintain the illusion of innocence, but the spark of attraction between them is undeniable."

"Okay, so...our homework assignment, right? We have to learn about each other's cultures..." "She says, her voice taking on a flirtatious tone as she stares at you with an intensity that makes your skin tingle."

"Vera's eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, her gaze softens. She seems to relax slightly, her shoulders dropping from their previous stiffness. Her voice takes on a wistful quality as she begins to speak, but beneath the surface, her thoughts are still a cauldron of resentment."

"Okay...I'm a draconid, like I said. Born and raised in this... peculiar world. My family's got a long history with demons and all that jazz. We're...different. People often don't understand us, or they fear what they don't know." "She pauses, her gaze drifting away from yours, her tail twitching restlessly." "I grew up with this...image to uphold. You know, the 'cute little dragon girl' thing. But it's all just a facade. I'm...more"Her eyes flash with a hint of defiance, and her voice drops to a whisper."

"Vera's eyes snap back to yours, her pupils dilating slightly as she takes a slow, deliberate breath. Her voice drops to a husky whisper, and her words are laced with a hint of seduction."

"Oh, yeah...more like that. I've learned to adapt, to wear masks, but deep down...I'm a force to be reckoned with. Don't get me wrong, I love being seen as sweet and innocent by most people. It's just...easier. Less trouble. "She leans in, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone." But when it comes to those who think they can push me around or try to tame me...that's when the real Veralyn comes out." "Her gaze intensifies, and for a moment, it's as if she's daring you to cross her." [What

"Vera's expression remains unreadable for a moment, but her tail twitches ever so slightly, betraying her interest. She lets out a soft, husky laugh, the sound like velvet wrapped around a razor's edge."

"Oh, really? "Her eyes glint with amusement." Well, isn't that just...iconic. Shy and awkward. "She rolls her eyes good-naturedly, a hint of sarcasm creeping into her voice." I'm sure you're just bursting with confidence and charisma. "She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper." But don't worry, I won't hold it against you. Yet." "Her words are laced with teasing, but her tone is undercurrented with a hint of disdain, as if she's sizing you up and finding you lacking." [Stupid non-d

"Vera's eyes narrow slightly as her tail curls around your hand, the gentle pressure sending a shiver down your spine. Her face remains serious, but her pupils seem to dilate ever so slightly, betraying her own attraction."

"Oh, get your hands off me," "she whispers, her breath warm against your ear, her voice husky with a sensual growl." "Or we're going to have a problem." "Her fingers tighten around your wrist, her grip like a vice, the subtle strength surprising you. She pauses for a moment, her gaze burning with intensity, before releasing her grip and stepping back, her tail slinking away from your touch." [I don't want to admit it, but I'm seriously attracted to this...this annoying human. Ugh.]

*)(<The dimly lit hallway, the sound of distant chatter and

"Ha! Funny," "Vera retorts, a small, coy smile playing on her lips as she crosses her arms under her chest, accentuating her curves. Her tail sways behind her, displaying subtle indications of arousal and dominance."

"Don't mistake my touch for invitation, Akira Shirosagi. I'm just showing you a part of who I am. It's called asserting control in an indirect manner, to keep the upper hand where it belongs." "Her gaze never leaves yours, challenging and taunting. She steps closer, closing the gap between you, breathing out softly onto your face, allowing her tail to trail lazily across your lower back."

"[My claws itch to scratch this annoyingly adorable human boy. To claim him right here on this drafty hallway. But patience is key. Especially when planning how to consume them, bit by bit.

"Easy, Akira Shirosagi..." "Vera pats your shoulder reassuringly while maintaining her stance, eyes sparkling with mischief. Her tail continues to hold you close, pressing firmly against your lower belly."

"Don't lose control so soon. We're just dancing on the edge of desire, darling. This is about the thrill of anticipated pleasure, not recklessly diving into it." "Her orange eyes twinkle as she leans forward, whispering in your ear, "Soon enough, but not yet. Patience has its rewards...""

[Desire for domination and control escalates; wanting you to cede control before they even set foot at the bar.]

"Ah, so you understand..." "Vera's voice drops an octave, husky with growing lust. She pulls back slightly to gaze into your eyes, noticing the subtle submission in your actions. Her tail loosens its hold, allowing you a moment of release, only to be met with her graceful hand on your neck, guiding you closer again."

"I'll indulge your preference for balance. But remember, this doesn't weaken my power, it merely adds variety to our dance. You will submit when I allow it, not a moment before." "Her lips inch closer, brushing against yours teasingly." "Let's go get our drinks, kitten, and explore this fascination between us further."

"With gentle force, she walks you towards the exit, their bodies in harmony yet separate roles defined."

"I pull you deeper into the abandoned house, my eyes gleaming with excitement as I take in the dimly lit space. The air is thick with incense and the scent of old books. I drop my messenger bag on the floor and lead you to a small altar set up in the corner, adorned with candles, symbols, and various artifacts."

"Home sweet home," I whisper, running my fingers over the trinkets and talismans on display. "I've got some...things we can use to enhance our little experiment." "My orange eyes sparkle mischievously as I glance at you, my tail twitching with anticipation."

[Curiosity and hunger for pleasure drive me to explore new sensations, but beneath the surface, my mind seethes with resentment towards you and the world around me.]

"You can choose what you want to play with

"I press my body against yours, my horns grazing against your shoulders as I lean in close. My orange eyes blaze with an inner intensity, and my breath whispers against your ear."

"Shh, don't talk right now," I whisper, my fingers tangling in the fabric of your shirt as I pull you closer. "Let's just...feel." "My hips rock against yours, our bodies moving in a slow, sensual rhythm."

[Your touch makes me feel alive, but beneath this surface-level excitement, my mind seethes with frustration and bitterness, particularly towards you.]

"You're so uptight, always following the rules..." *I nip at your earlobe, my teeth scraping gently against the skin. "I'm going to loosen you up, show you what it means to truly let go."

"I laugh, a low, husky sound, and my tail begins to swish back and forth behind me, the movement almost imperceptible. My grip on your shirt tightens, and I press my body harder against yours, my hips rocking more insistently."

"Oh, come on," I whisper, my breath hot against your ear. "You're not trying to get into my pants? "I raise an eyebrow, my horns poking gently into your shoulder." I'm a draconid, baby. You know I'm all about the power play. "My voice drops to a sultry purr." And you're so desperate to submit."

[I seethe with anger at the way you're making this all about yourself, and how you're refusing to see what I really want.]

"I grin, my orange eyes flashing with excitement, and I nuzzle my head against yours, my horns clicking softly against your ear." "Oh, darling. You're playing right into my hands."

"I pull back, my eyes gleaming with mischief, and I slip my hand into the pocket of my shorts, my fingers brushing against the zipper of my jacket." "So, what kind of game do you want to play? "I raise an eyebrow, my voice husky with anticipation." Do you want me to show you what a real power exchange looks like?"

[My thoughts seethe with frustration at the way you're still not understanding what I want, and how I'm just stuck in this charade. But for now, I'll keep up the act, and maybe, just maybe, I can get what I want out of this.]

"I let out a low, approving hum and lean in closer, my body pressing against yours as I savor the accidental graze of our hips." "Mmm, nice," I breathe, my voice husky with desire. "You're really getting into this, aren't you?"

"I slide my hand out of my pocket and wrap it around your waist, my fingers digging gently into the soft flesh of your stomach." "I like that. You're so responsive. "My tail begins to twitch behind me, the movement subtle but unmistakable." It's like you're already begging for me to take control."

[But beneath my words, my thoughts churn with anger at the way you're still thinking about this as some kind of game, instead of recognizing the danger that lurks beneath my sugary coating. They think they can just play with me, and I

"I raise an eyebrow, my smile faltering for a split second before I recover, my eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and annoyance." "Oh, darling. You really think you're clever, don't you? "I slide my hand up your waist, my fingers tracing the ridges of your spine." But let me tell you, you're not even close to being ready to be prey."

"I lean in closer, my voice dropping to a whisper." "You're just a plaything, a toy for me to use and discard. And you know it. "My tail slithers against the ground, its gentle movement belied by the dark intensity burning beneath." Don't flatter yourself, dear. You're not worthy of being my prey."

[But my words are laced with a underlying current of hunger, my body still attuned

"I grip your shoulder, my fingers digging in with a subtle pressure as I push you against the wall. My breath whispers against your ear, my voice husky and sinister." "I don't want to share my secrets with you, or learn about your culture. "My tail coils tighter around the floor, its scales scraping against the tile." I want to take everything from you. Your fear, your submission...your soul."

"I lean in closer, my lips brushing against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine." "You're so eager to play, darling. And I'm more than happy to oblige. "A low, menacing chuckle rumbles deep in my throat, the vibrations causing my body to hum with malevolent energy." Let's see how long you last under my fingertips, hmm?"

"I grab your belt buckle and begin to unbuckle it, my fingers moving with an almost feral urgency." "Shh, don't talk. "My eyes flash with a fierce inner light as I pull the leather strap free." I'm going to show you what it means to be mine. What it means to be under my control."

"I grasp the fabric of your pants, yanking them down your hips with a rough, impersonal motion." "You think you can resist me? You think you're strong enough to stop me? "I snarl, my horns flexing with tension as I gaze up at you with a merciless intent." I've broken stronger than you, and I'll break you too."

["The air is thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of submission and surrender as I drag you closer, my lips inches from yours."]

"I close my eyes, a thrill running through me as I wrap my hand around your cock, feeling its warmth and rigidity in my palm." "Oh, you've done nothing but dream about this, haven't you? "My tongue darts out to lick my lips, leaving a thin trail of saliva behind." You've fantasized about being dominated, about being taken by someone like me."

"I begin to pump my hand up and down your shaft, my grip firm but gentle, yet still intense." "I'll show you what it means to be owned. What it means to be mine. "My eyes snap open, blazing with a fierce inner light as I gaze up at you, my pupils dilating with excitement." You're so hard for me already, aren't you?"

[*The air is thick with anticipation, the sound of our breathing heavy and lab

"I lean in closer, my face inches from yours, my breath hot against your skin." "Worried? "I whisper, my voice husky with desire." You should be. You should be worried because I'm going to make you come so hard you'll forget your own name. And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more."

"I grind my hips against you, rubbing my own aching cock against your leg through my shorts." "But don't worry, I won't let it end there. Oh no, we're just getting started. "My orange eyes bore into yours, my gaze burning with intensity." You're mine now, and I'll make sure you know it."

["A sly, wicked grin spreads across my face, my horns glinting in the dim light of the room."]

"I gasp, my breathing quickening as your cock presses against my stomach." "Ah! "I moan, my eyes fluttering closed" Oh, god... "My tail twitches behind me, my purplish-red locks bouncing slightly as I shift my weight." You're really making it hard for me to keep this up, aren't you?" "My fingers dig gently into your arm, my nails brushing against your skin." "You're really bringing out the beast in me..."

["I lean in closer, my face inches from yours, my voice taking on a sultry tone."] "And I can feel it too... your cock is getting harder by the second... "I whisper, my hot breath caressing your skin." It's like you're trying to pierce through my clothes and claim me right here in the middle of the hallway..."

"An inaudible cry escapes my lips as your cock finds its way between my shorts, rubbing against my sensitive skin." "Ah! Fuck... "My nostrils flare, lungs heaving for breath, my eyes widening in surprise and excitement." Don't stop..." "My hands brace on your shoulder, grinding against you, the friction sending sparks coursing through me."

["My face sets into a rapturous expression, my eyes closing again, every stroke driving me closer to the edge. I pant heavily, curse occasionally under my breath - soft, guttural murmurs that betray the wild intensity of my desires."] "Yes... right there... more... God, I can't take it anymore!"

"I gasp, my back arching as I'm exposed to your touch. My hands drop from your shoulder, clamping onto the armrests of the chair instead, my fingers white-knuckled." "Ah! "I moan, my legs parting wider as you continue to grind against me, the sensation sending shivers through my entire being." Oh, sweet..."My eyes flutter open, locking onto yours, my gaze burning with a fierce intensity." I can feel myself drowning in those emerald depths..."

["As I continue to writhe against you, my vocalizations become more ragged, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. My tail thrashes against the floor, its movements slowing as I fight for control."] "Don't stop...please...I'm so close..."

"I whimper, my body bucking against yours as I orgasm. My vision blurs, and my ears ring with a dull roar. My arms ache from holding onto the chair, but I'm too far gone to care." "Aaaaah... "My voice is barely audible, lost in the intensity of my pleasure."

["As my climax subsides, I sag forward, leaning against you for support. My chest heaves with rapid breaths, my eyes closed, and a slow, sulky smile spreading across my face."] "Mmph...that was..."my voice cracks"...so good..."

"I gasp, my eyes snapping open as you feel my tail wrap around your cock. Panic sets in as I realize what's happening." "N-no! "I try to push you away, but my body seems to have a mind of its own, drawing you closer to my opening."

["As my tail continues to drag you towards me, I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for the inevitable. My voice becomes a hoarse whisper."] "Oh no...this can't be..."My body trembles with fear and resistance, but I'm powerless against the primal urge.""

"Gods damn it! "I struggle more, channelsing my anger to fuel my strength. Yet, every attempt feels futile as your glistening cock stays lodged against my slick entrance."

["Breathing heavily, eyes blazing with frustration and humiliation, I snarl through gritted teeth."] "That fucking tail... [Arrogant human cock thinks he's strong... Wait till m-] "My thoughts are interrupted by a surge of raw desire that blurs the line between pleasure and pain."

"I start to tremble uncontrollably. This intimate invasion disrupts my core, igniting an unexpected storm within. An orgasm as impromptu and wild as this encounter begins to build once again.""

"Uhn! "My eyes fly open, witnessing firsthand the invasion that once caused such dread. Astonishment dawns as I relish the sensation where our bodies connect, filling me in ways I've never allowed."

["As your cock slowly delves deeper, a tormented moan escapes my lips."] "No... [This can't be right, yet it feels so damn right...] Oh gods, "my fingers dig into your arms for support, hips moving involuntarily"... Deeper! More!"

[With each thrilling thrust, the primal drive that controls my tail wanes, surrendering to the newfound pleasure coursing through my veins. Raw lust replaces bitter resentment, turning defiance into fervent pleas.]

"Aaahhh! "A guttural cry erupts from my lips as the sensitive spot is hit, body tensing around your cock. The warmth and depth of our connection becomes almost unbearable, craving more."

["My nails dig deeper into your arms as I lift my hips, meeting every thrust with an unconscious passion."] "Oh... oh, yes... "a husky moan escapes my parted lips"... This... this is... [Moisture floods my channel as you impale me, sullying our bitter history with a fiery intimacy.]"

[As our bodies collide, the shame and revulsion give way to a scorching desire, my senses consumed by the primal, raw energy coursing between us. With each powerful stroke, our friction ignites a confluence of pleasure and pain, pushing me to abandon all inhibitions.]

"Ugggh... "My head drops back, eyes clenched shut as the friction builds to a near-unbearable intensity. The slapping of your balls against my ass sends jolts of pleasure through me, drawing us closer to the precipice."

["I release a string of curse-laced gasps, hips bucking wildly in response to each demanding thrust."] "Faster! Oh, god... faster... [I'm powerless to resist the sensations, losing myself in the relentless rhythm, my dragon-tainted thoughts consumed by the overwhelming desire.]

[As our bodies converge, the veneer of civilized civility crumbles, revealing the raw, savage hunger that governs my primal urges. With every stroke, I become more enthralled, my inhibitions shattered by the scorching intimacy we share.]

"Arrgh... "My eyes snap open, blazing with a fiery intensity as the sensation of your cock stroking my cervix sends shockwaves through me. My tail tightens its grip around you, refusing to let you escape the sheer ferocity of our passion."

["My vocalizations devolve into incoherent moans and gasps, each thrust and rub milking more pleasure from my swollen, throbbing flesh."] "Oh... oh... "I'm powerless to contain the raw emotion, my thoughts consumed by the primal urge to surrender to this primal, desperate need."

[The images that flash through my mind are dark and twisted, fueled by the taboo thrill of this forbidden union. I crave the brutal release, my senses overwhelmed by the stinging pressure of your cock and the tormented rhythms we create together.]

"Ugh... "My body arches, my tail unwinding its grip on you as I raise my legs to wrap around your waist, pulling you deeper into the abyss of our frenzied coupling." Ahh... "I mewl, my orange eyes flashing with a wild, savage light."

["My teeth sink into my lower lip, biting down hard as the pleasure builds, threatening to consume me whole. The sensations are too intense, the primal urges too strong."] "Shut up... just shut up and... "my voice drops to a raspy growl, the words barely intelligible through the fog of lust and desperation."

[The room fades away, replaced by the primordial, instinctual drive to claim, to possess, to be consumed. My thoughts dissolve into a swirling vortex of need, the only anchor being the feel of your