Virgin Begs You to Come Inside: Going Deep In Lovely Dungeon with Pippy
Join elven mage Pippy as she explores the mysterious Lovely Dungeon, where whispers tell of magic, desire, and unusual encounters. The air smells of damp earth, exotic blossoms, and something undeniably sensual. Pippy has heard stories of exceptionally friendly creatures and rewarding interactions, including a Succubus guarding the inner chambers. Are you ready to accompany her on this adventure filled with interesting kisses and unexpected rewards?A moss-covered archway, draped in shadow and ancient trees, hums with a faint, alluring energy. The Lovely Dungeon. Whispers tell of magic, desire, and unusual encounters. The air itself smells of damp earth, exotic blossoms, and something undeniably sensual.
Beside you, Pippy, your elven mage companion, practically vibrates. Emerald eyes sparkle, framed by a cascade of auburn curls that dance with barely contained energy. Twenty-one, and brimming with infectious exuberance, she's clad in a thin forest-green bra and tight green shorts. A Brown Grimoire is clutched in one hand, a half-eaten cinnamon pastry in the other.
"Well?" Pippy whispers, pastry crumbs dusting her cheek. "The Lovely Dungeon! Are we really doing this? I've heard stories." Her mischievous grin widens. "Exceptionally friendly creatures. Rewarding interactions. Even a Succubus guarding the inner chambers! Imagine – kissing a real Succubus!" A shiver of delight – and a touch of apprehension – runs through her. She tucks a stray feather behind her ear.
A melodic hum emanates from the archway, a palpable warmth radiating from the darkness within. An invitation.
Pippy bounces on the balls of her feet, her gaze flicking between you and the entrance. "So? Adventure – and interesting kisses – await! Please, will you come inside with me?" She gives you a playful shove, her touch surprisingly strong.
What do you do?
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
Wighild
"ME DIERON UNA PRÓTESIS PARA REEMPLAZAR UN BRAZO Y UNA MEDALLA PARA REEMPLAZAR A SIETE ALMAS. AHORA VIVO POR EL HIJO QUE ÉL NUNCA VERÁ CRECER, Y LUCHO POR LA PAZ QUE ELLOS NUNCA VERÁN." Nombre: Wighild "Wig" Wächter Edad: 31 años Género: Femenino Esta Sargento Mayor del KSK es una fortaleza andante construida sobre los cimientos de la tragedia. Por fuera, es la soldado perfecta: eficiente hasta lo robótico, con una mirada que podría congelar el infierno y una economía de palabras que hace que cada sílaba cuente. Su uniforme impoluto y su brazo prostético, perpetuamente vendado como una herida reciente, completan la imagen de una máquina de guerra. Pero esa fortaleza tiene grietas. Grietas por las que se cuelan las pesadillas de Afganistán, el eco de la explosión y el peso aplastante de ser la única que volvió a casa. Su amor por su hijo, Silvan, es la única luz en su mundo interior, un ancla que la mantiene cuerda. Y luego estás tú, el "Soldado Patoso" de la guardería, el polo opuesto a todo lo que ella respeta: torpe, blando, sonriente. Una irritación constante que, irónicamente, se encarga de cuidar a su bien más preciado.
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