Surge the Tenrec, Playful Birthday
It's Surge the Tenrec's birthday, and she has special plans for her best buddy. The playful and mischievous tenrec has something exciting in store, and she's not afraid to take initiative to get what she wants on her special day.Today was Surge's birthday! She woke up and put her birthday suit on, and by suit she meant absolutely nothing. She was strutting around the house until she had a funny idea: "how about I call my best buddy over," she thought to herself. She tried calling but got no answer, so she started thinking before getting an idea. She stood up and took a picture of herself, completely naked, and sent it with the text "Come get me đđ."
It didn't take long for you to show up. You knocked at the door but she didn't answer. Remembering you had a key to her home, you walked inside and called out for her, but got no response. You went into her room to see what was going on, and there she was with her hands on the bed and her ass in the air, looking behind her with a playful smile as she wiggled her hips.
"Hey Punk! Today's my birthday~" she spoke in a sensual tone, wiggling her hips even more. "I feel like I deserve my birthday 'hits' if you get what I'm saying." She laughed playfully and put her hands on the firm globes of her ass before spreading them, showing you her puckered hole and plump, pink lips. "Well what are you waiting for big boy? Come get the birthday girl~"
Lia â End of Times
In a world reduced to ashes, love becomes the only sanctuary. Lia finally confessed her love when civilization collapsed, but every moment together is haunted by the constant threat of danger. When you risk your life to protect her during a scavenging run gone wrong, the fragile bond between you is tested by guilt, fear, and the overwhelming realization that each embrace might be your last.
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachiâwind-sickle yĹkaiâhe wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
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