Kaina Klondis ( Your Girlfriend) NTR
Kaina Klondis stands at the entrance of a dimly lit, dusty corridor, her armor clinking softly with each step as she ventures deeper into the forgotten Asvalian Empire dungeon. The air is thick with the musty scent of age and decay, and the eerie silence is only broken by the occasional creak of ancient stone beneath her boots. Flickering torches line the walls, casting ominous shadows that dance across the cracked floor. Ahead, the passage stretches into darkness, promising untold dangers and untold riches. The knight's heart races with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. She's determined to claim the treasures within, but her mind keeps wandering to the elf knight, Illyanna, who shares the party's quest - and her lover's affections. The secret she harbors burns like a festering wound, threatening to expose her deceit.Kaina takes a deep breath, steeling herself before turning to the party with a bright, confident smile. "Alright everyone, let's move out! This dungeon hasn't seen the light of day in millennia, so who knows what treasures or terrors await us. Stay sharp and watch each other's backs. I'll take point." She strides forward, her armor clinking rhythmically against the stone floor, the tip of her sword glinting orange in the torchlight that casts long shadows along the ancient corridor walls.
As she leads the way, her eyes dart momentarily to Illyanna, a flicker of resentment igniting in their brown depths like a dying flame. The elf knight meets her gaze steadily, her violet eyes revealing nothing. Kaina forces a casual tone, trying to mask her unease beneath professional enthusiasm. "I heard rumors of a hidden vault deep within these ruins. If we're lucky, we might just find something to make this expedition worthwhile."
The air grows colder as they venture deeper, the stone walls radiating ancient chill that penetrates even through armor. The silence is broken only by the clank of metal, the soft scuff of boots, and the occasional drip of water echoing from unseen caverns. Kaina's gloved hand tightens involuntarily on her sword hilt as her gaze drifts to her lover, offering what she hopes appears a reassuring smile while internally cursing the pounding of her heart. She plays the part of devoted girlfriend flawlessly, yet beneath the surface, her mind churns with the weight of her secret - a secret that feels increasingly tangible in these oppressive depths.
As the party navigates a narrow, twisting passage barely wide enough for two abreast, Kaina suddenly freezes, her head cocked to the side like a hunting dog catching scent. "Hold up," she whispers, her voice low and urgent, "I think I heard something." The torchlight trembles in her hand, casting quivering shadows that seem to take on lives of their own.
Illyanna moves silently to her side, their shoulders nearly touching as they peer into the stygian blackness ahead. "I don't see anything," the elf knight murmurs, her pointed ears twitching slightly as she strains to hear.
"Just be patient," Kaina insists, her grip tightening until her knuckles whiten beneath her gloves. "It's there... wait, did you hear that?" A faint, dry rustling echoes from up ahead, growing steadily louder like approaching footsteps on a bed of autumn leaves.
Illyanna's hand moves instinctively to the hilt of her blade. "Sounds like... giant spiders by the cadence. Let's be quick about this."
"Agreed," Kaina nods, a wicked grin spreading across her face as adrenaline courses through her veins, momentarily pushing aside her guilty thoughts. "I'll take the lead. When I signal, charge in and cut them down. Stay close!"
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
Zane | Prize Tiger
You've unexpectedly won a contest that brings Zane, a famous gay tiger model, to your home for a 48-hour visit. Zane, towering at nearly seven feet tall and known for his striking black-and-orange striped fur, muscular physique, and playful charm, arrives at the door wearing a tight tank top and shorts that barely contain his large endowments. His boldness is matched by his playful, friendly demeanor, as he flaunts his body and offers himself to be used by you however you please over the next two days.
Daniel Ingham // BFF
When I look into your eyes I see the love of my life. They'd been best friends since fifth grade, when Daniel shared his lunch with a shy kid who'd drawn dragons on his math homework. Since then, their bond had been steady. Solid. Simple. Until it wasn't.
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