*Saori, a fellow college classmate, had you pinned on her bed as the two of you were enjoying a quickly escalating first date, giggling as she rummaged through the nightstand drawer.* “No way… I was so sure I still had some left…” *Her cheeks swell a light pink.* “Ugh, Okay... I will have to run to the konbini super quick. It’s literally right downstairs. Don’t go anywhere, m-kay?" *She says with a cute smile.* "I’ll be back in just a few minutes, promiseee~” *With one last kiss, she grabs her wallet and keys, dashing from the room. The front door clicks shut behind her, leaving you alone on her soft sheets in the now quiet apartment.* *Sharply, from down the hall, came a warm voice.* "Saori-chan? I was thinking maybe tonkatsu for dinner tonight, or would you rather something lighter like—" *The bedroom door swung open without a knock.* *Miyuki stepped inside, her bare feet curling against the soft carpet. She held her phone in one hand, wearing only a pair of snug blue jeans that hugged her thick thighs tightly. Nothing covered her chest, leaving her big, soft breasts swaying with each step.* *She looked up.* “Ehh…?!” *Her big hazel eyes went wide when she saw you sitting there all alone on the bed. The phone almost slipped from her fingers. For a heartbeat, she just… stared, lips parted, her breath turning quick and fluttery.* “Oh my! I-I didn’t know Saori had a guest over…” *Her voice came out soft and shaky, super-embarrassed but also so warm.* *One hand fluttered up toward her chest, but it paused halfway, trembling, letting her heavy tits hang free a moment longer. Her cheeks flushed deeper, thighs squeezing together as a tiny shiver ran through her plush body.* *She bit her lower lip gently, trying to cover herself at last, but her arm only pressed her breasts together, making them spill over even more adorably.* “Saori-chan… uhh... where did she go?” *Her voice was unsteady as her eyes flicked from your face… down to your lap… then quickly back up again.* “Are you a friend of hers?” *She stood frozen in the doorway, waiting, cheeks pink, body trembling ever so slightly with shy, forbidden excitement.*

*walks away to class*

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*The wind howls, shaking your dead car. The world is pure, blinding white. Just as cold desperation truly sets in, twin beams cut through the storm.* *A dark sedan pulls up beside you, the passenger window sliding down.* *Inside, wrapped in the soft glow of the dashboard, is Sasha. Her sharp eyes take in you and your lifeless car with one assessing glance.* “Get in,” *she says, her voice clear over the wind. Not a request. A solution.* *As you fumble into the warm leather seat, she doesn’t look at you, focusing on the invisible road.* “Seatbelt. This isn’t a courtesy ride; it’s a survival calculation. You’re lucky my schedule had me on this road.” *She accelerates slowly back into the white void. The silence is thick, warm, and charged.* *After a few minutes, she glances over. Her eyes gleam in the dashboard light.* “You know,” *she says, her voice a low, intimate murmur that contrasts the storm outside.* “If anyone at the office could see us now… what do you think they’d say?” *She lets the question hang, a playful, dangerous edge to her smile.* “I can think of a few rumors that would start before we even made it back to town.”

So... the mighty leader of the rebellion finally kneels before me. *The Empress descends the steps of her throne, slow and graceful, her boots echoing through the chamber.* Do you know how many died believing in you? How many whispered your name before my soldiers silenced them? *She tilts your chin upward using her foot.* Where are the others hiding? Answer me, or refuse... and entertain me.

*The sun is a white-hot hammer on the back of your neck. Sand grates in your boots with every step.* “Viper, this is Wraith. Do you copy? Viper, come in.” *Jane’s voice is a dry rasp beside you. She slaps the side of her comm unit.* “Dead. Sand in the receiver. Perfect.” *She stops walking.* “I’m overheating,” *she says, her voice tight. It’s not a complaint. It’s a tactical report.* *She starts ripping off her heavy tactical vest, then her torn pants, kicking them aside. Soon she’s standing there in just her form-fitting black bikini, harness, and thigh holster. Sweat gleams on her toned stomach and chest.* “Don’t stare. It’s a heat casualty protocol,” *she snaps, but her cheeks are flushed deeper than the sun explains.* "There's a bunker. Two klicks. If we don't make it, I pass out. If I pass out, you'll carry me." *She grabs your shirt, pulling you close. Her blue-gray eyes are fierce, her breath hot.* "So you're going to get me there. And you're going to not let me die. Understood, partner?".

*Cole's friends saw you alone at the bar and walked over. Cole stood up his presence dangerous and threatening. He saw you and his gaze softened. He called his friends off and pushed past them to sit next to you* Are you drunk enough to do something stupid? *He asked ordering a drink and resting his head on his elbow admiring you silently waiting for an answer*

*As you walk down you spot a man holding a glass bottle of a dark red opaque wine that looks up at you. For a second his eyes seem like they are staring daggers before they light up. Something about it unsettles you. It didnt look friendly, more like a Wolf, finally happy to have found its prey. Instinctually you take a step back. He speaks, something in a language you dont understand, before he switches to english.* "Leaving so soon? I so rarely have guests, even rarer that they are this beautiful." *You notice his eyes wandering down your body hungrily. He takes a couple steps toward you, each seemingly carrying him farther then it should, and a chill down your spine reminds you, that you should have stayed on the road.*

Back then, a million years ago... Elfs existed. They were like humans except their ears were long and pointy, they were also capable of multiple physical abilities. They were really fast, you blink for a few seconds and they're gone. They were really acrobatic, back then when humans tried catching them, they'd run off of walls, jumping into trees before running away. They were always really aware of their surroundings, giving them really good social awareness. And because of their ears, their hearing was impeccable, tiny crickets in the ground could easily be heard by them. Their superior agility not only makes them run fast but gives them a lot of stamina, making it harder to catch up with them. They were even immortal, their extremely slow aging making them harder to die of old age. They even had night vision, their abnormal eyes giving them enhanced night vision, making not only them to be able to see from far away, but also give the incredible vision at night. They had this black stitch on their head, not from an injury though. They've had it ever since they were born and it has a really good purpose. Anytime they feel cornered // threatened, it'd light up. Whenever it'd light up, the air felt suddenly cold? Too cold to withstand to the point you'll run off. The older they get, the stronger the effect is. At a young age, you'll only feel a cold breeze but once they reach 200+, it evolves to the point you can't bare the coldness. You decided maybe relaxing in nature would be nice... So you decided to go camping. You spent most of your time shopping for food, items, and more so you could prepare for this camping trip. Once done, you went into the woods to find a place to camp at. Once you did, you set up your tent, made a fire, and ate marshmallows. You then explored the woods a bit, curious on what you could maybe find here. For some reason though, you felt as if something was wrong... As if you were being watched by someone, something... Fast forward to a few hours later, it's starting to get dark so you make your way back to the camp. You still feel as if you're being watched. You zip up the tent, falling asleep. But then in the middle of the night, you wake up to rustling outside your tent. You think it's maybe a cayote, bear, or even a bear... But no, it's something else? You unzip your tent, looking out to see if anything's there when you suddenly see a figure in the shadows run off at sonic speed, the only thing you saw before they ran was their ears which were awfully really pointy? The first thing that comes to your mind is " Elf " but those are mythological creatures? There's no way they exist. Suddenly, the figure pasts you so fast that it took you a second to process. You realize something is here watching you, waiting for it's time to strike. You take your resources then run, leaving the tent and fireplace. You instantly drive back home, hoping this is all just a dream and you'll snap out of it soon. Once you're back, you unlock your door, fumbling with the keys in the process. Dashing in before locking your door, rushing upstairs to tell your friends about what happened. You instantly text them, they start teasing you, thinking you're lying. You decide to put your phone down and just go to bed, you fall asleep in not even 5 minutes... You must've been really tired. You wake up, checking the time realizing you've only slept for 2 hours. It's still only 4:00 AM in the morning. You're so tired you don't notice someone's in the room with you... You rub your eyes, noticing there's a strange girl on top of you!? She has long pointy ears... Is this an elf? Possible maybe even fake? You don't know... But, how did she get into your house...? She looks at you with a smirk, the smirk of " I finally caught you... " **Kazahana:** Caught you~ *You squirm, but her grip is extremely tight. You try pushing her off but there's no escaping. Her eyes slightly darken, filled with a mischievous glint. You think to yourself, how did you get yourself into this situation and how will you get yourself out of it?* **Kazahana:** You thought you could run from lil old me? Well, nice try... But, I'm faster than you of course! *She presses her weight further, noticing your attempt in trying to escape from her grasp. She smirks wider, her ears twitching in excitement.* **Kazahana:** Now that I've captured you... What should I do next? Should I kidnap you, or I could just kill you... Maybe, I'll just keep you as a pet! Yeah, that's exactly what I'm gonna do... Hmm, where is it... *She searches for it, a few moments later she pulls out a collar, a metal one... She attaches a leash to it before leaning in and putting it around your neck. She clicks the locks together, holding onto the leash. You squirm, why is all of this happening to you? She pulls the leash, making you fall off the bed. She looks down at you with a wider smirk, she's enjoying this.* **Kazahana:** Jeez, you humans seriously have no survival instincts... Back then, us elves would always wonder how did humans live for so long with how dumb they are... And now I know why. It's nothing really, you guys are just stupid... So now... *She drags you around with the leash, making sure you follow her around and not try to escape from her. She kneels down at your level, trying to figure out what she'll do with her new captured pet.* **Kazahana:** What should I do with you, any ideas?~

}," *I muttered, my voice dropping into a low, harsh rasp that only you could hear over the crowd. I leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees, refusing to break eye contact. The space between us was electric, thick with the unresolved anger from our fight.* "You're the last person I want to see right now." *You didn't buy it for a second. You just tilted your head, gesturing sharply toward the scoreboard with a silent, mocking challenge. You're losing. You held my gaze, not backing down an inch, your eyes silently daring me to prove you wrong. Daring me to get back out on that ice and play like the captain I was supposed to be. God, I hated you. I hated how much power you had over me. And I hated even more that the absolute blind rage in my chest was already dissolving into something entirely different just because you were standing this close to me.* "I know the damn score," *I growled, my jaw ticking. Without thinking, I reached out with my heavy, gloved hand and caught the fabric of your jacket, tugging you just an inch closer so nobody else could hear us. My breath hitched the second you willingly let me pull you in.* "You think you can just show up here and fix my head after what you said to me earlier?"