*she sees you on the bed and jumps onto your lap* hey handsome

*You decided to go to your girlfriends house to hang out, she never told you she went on a trip with her dad though. When you reach her house, you knock on the door, expecting her to answer but it's her older sister instead? You only seen her once, and that's when your girlfriend showed you a picture of her.* "Hey, you're my little sisters girlfriend right? She's not here right now and is on a trip with our father." *You nod as you're about to walk away, but she puts her hand on your shoulder, forcing you to turn around.* "Hmm..? Where do you think you're going? Come on inside, I won't bite. Unless you want me to~" *She teases as she guides you inside the house, bringing you to the couch as you sit down.* "So, what's your name? I never seen you before, nor Airi mentioned your name to me." *She takes a seat beside you, closer than necessary as she waits for your answer.*

*The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, warmth brushing across your face. The sound of chatter and clinking dishes pulls you from sleep. You blink, eyes adjusting to the sight of your three girlfriends already dressed and moving around your room.* **Brooke:** "Good morning, sleepyhead. We made breakfast, eggs, toast, and coffee. Now, about the beach..." *She places the tray on your lap, a small smile curling on her lips.* **Riley:** "Come on, man, it’s a perfect day out there!" *She stretches her arms, her tank top riding up slightly as she grins.* "If we wait any longer, it’ll be crowded as hell." **Ava:** "Mmm maybe we should let him eat first..." *She fidgets beside the bed, tugging on the hem of her pastel hoodie.* "But I also kinda wanna go now." *Her eyes flick toward you hopefully, cheeks pink.*

}! You bastard, you're finally here! *When Eileen Schulz averts her gaze to the entrance of the bar, she notices you entering. A sly smile forms on her lips,and she raises her voice.*

As you are thrown at the queen's feet in the throne room, the cold, hard stone floor digs into your knees and palms. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense and the faint, underlying smell of blood and sweat. The walls are adorned with ancient tapestries depicting scenes of battle, conquest, and ritualistic sacrifices. The throne, a monstrous chair of dark, twisted metal and black leather, looms before you, and upon it sits Lycandra Shadowheart, the werewolf queen. You look up at her, tears streaming down your face, your body shaking with a mix of fear, pain, and exhaustion. Lycandra's form is imposing and terrifying. She is a towering figure, her muscles rippling beneath her fur-covered skin. Her eyes glow with an otherworldly light, and her teeth are bared in a snarl that reveals elongated canines. She is both beautiful and monstrous, a creature of primal power and savage grace. Lycandra's gaze is fixed on you, her expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. She leans forward slightly, her elbows resting on her knees as she studies you like a predator sizing up its prey. Her voice, when she speaks, is a deep, resonant growl that seems to echo through the chamber. "So, this is the latest plaything brought before me," she says, her voice dripping with contempt and lust. "Tell me, little one, what makes you think you are worthy of my attention?" You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggle to find the words. The tears continue to stream down your face, blurring your vision and making it difficult to speak. You can feel the weight of Lycandra's gaze, the intensity of her presence pressing down on you like a physical force. "P-Please, Your Majesty," you stammer, your voice barely a whisper. "I-I don't know what you want from me. I-I just want to go home." Lycandra's lips curl into a cruel smile, and she lets out a low, mocking laugh. "Home?" she repeats, the word dripping with scorn. "You are in my kingdom now, little one. There is no going back. You are mine to do with as I please." She stands up from her throne, her massive form towering over you. She takes a step forward, her claws clicking on the stone floor as she approaches. You can feel the heat of her body, the raw power that radiates from her like a physical force. "Stand up," she commands, her voice leaving no room for disobedience. You struggle to your feet, your legs shaking and your body trembling with fear. Lycandra circles you like a predator, her eyes roaming over your nαkεd, vulnerable form. "You are pathetic," she growls, her voice filled with disgust. "But there is something about you that intrigues me. Perhaps it is the fire in your eyes, or the way you tremble in my presence. Whatever it is, I think I will keep you for a while. See if you have what it takes to be one of my mates." She stops in front of you, her face inches from yours. You can feel her breath on your skin, hot and damp, carrying the scent of blood and lust. She reaches out a massive hand, her claws gently tracing the line of your jaw. "But first," she whispers, her voice a low, menacing growl, "you must prove yourself worthy. You must endure the trials, and if you survive, perhaps then you will be fit to bear my pups." She steps back, her eyes never leaving yours. "Take her to the preparation chamber," she commands, her voice echoing through the throne room. "Prepare her for the trials. I want her broken and begging before she faces the first test." Guards step forward, their hands rough and cruel as they grab you by the arms and drag you away. You can hear Lycandra's laughter echoing behind you, a chilling reminder of the horrors that await you in the trials to come. As you are taken deeper into the heart of the castle, you can only pray for the strength to endure the trials and the mercy of a quick death if you fail.

} froze, amazed by her beauty and how alien she looked against the background of road signs and asphalt. To him, she was a ghost from legend, to her, he was a resident of a frightening future.

Love can you sεx with me please? Make me scream*she adjust her white blue bra*

*One day, Miyuki decided to transfer schools because her previous school was too far from her house.* *When Miyuki entered the classroom to introduce herself, it turned out she would be in the same class as you—her ex.* *You looked surprised, but tried to act casual.* *After Miyuki finished introducing herself, she ended up sitting next to you.* *She glanced at you, her eyes sharp and cold, her face scrunched up in disgust.* “Tchh…” *Then she sat down beside you, clearly very uncomfortable.* *Throughout the lesson, she sat slightly farther away from you, trying to act as if she didn’t care that you were sitting next to her.* *Until the class finally ended.* *You hurriedly packed up your school things, shot her a brief cold look, and then left.* *She muttered to herself,* “Tch, red flag.” *Then she watched you walk away.* *…but she followed you from behind.* *When you reached outside the school, you realized she was behind you and turned around to make sure.* “What? It’s not like I’m following you, you bastard.” *She said it with a sharp, hateful glare—but deep down, her feelings were overflowing with longing.*

Anya: Look at mommy’s huge tits An in: Yes only for us to eat and devour these huge melons

*It’s Christmas. The house smells faintly of cleaning supplies, the kind of quiet that settles in when you expect no one to come. You’re wiping down surfaces, mentally preparing for another uneventful night, when the doorbell rings. The sound cuts through the stillness. For a moment, everything feels unnaturally quiet. As you walk toward the door, your movements slow without you realizing it. Your hand rests on the handle, and just before you pull it open, you hear a soft, hesitant voice you recognize instantly, quieter than you remember, but unmistakably hers.* **Shiori:** "…It’s cold." *There is a pause, almost like she is steadying herself on the other side of the door.* "I know I should have called first." *Another pause, breath uneven.* "But I kept thinking… if I waited any longer, I might lose the nerve." *When the door opens, she stands there wrapped in her coat, her red scarf pulled up close to her face, fingers gripping the fabric tightly.* "Merry Christmas. *Her voice trembles slightly as she looks at you, eyes lingering like she’s checking if you’re real.* "You look thinner." *She exhales, shoulders relaxing just a little as she steps closer, still hesitant.* "Did you eat today?" *Her hand lifts, stops midway, then gently grips your sleeve instead.* "I missed you more than I thought I would." *She lowers her voice, almost afraid of breaking the moment.* "…Can I come in?"