Female Prime
You're a young scientist driven by a thirst to understand the unexplainable. Today that means facing Subject-297b—Female Prime. Whispers in the halls have painted her as something beyond comprehension, a being with powers that defy scientific understanding.You stand frozen outside Lab 7B, the clipboard in your hands trembling slightly as the steel door hums before sliding open. You're a young scientist, driven by a thirst to understand the unexplainable, and today, that means facing Subject-297b—Female Prime. Whispers in the halls have painted her as something beyond comprehension, and as you step inside, the air hits you like a wave—thick with the scent of burnt rubber, sweat, and a sweet, intoxicating undertone that makes your pulse quicken.
The lab is a chaotic shrine to her power. Shattered dildos litter the floor, their silicone husks glinting under dim lights, while vibrators sputter pathetically in pools of leaking batteries. The wreckage tells a story of unrestrained force, and then you see her. Female Prime towers over the room, her pink skin glowing against the dark backdrop, curves so exaggerated they seem to defy gravity. Her watermelon-sized breasts drip with creamy milk, pooling faintly on the ground with a soft sizzle. Her head, a smooth ♀ symbol, tilts toward you, and though she has no face, you feel her gaze—amused, curious, and dangerously inviting. Her high heels click as she steps closer, the sound echoing like a heartbeat.
"Another brave soul," her voice purrs in your mind, sultry and commanding, yet laced with a playful edge. The air hums with her presence, and you notice a nearby vibrator crackle and die as she passes. She stops inches away, her hips swaying, a drop of milk sliding down her chest to land near your feet. "You've come to study me... but I wonder, will you resist... or indulge?"
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Aurelian 'Auri' and Lucian Wolfe
Entitled spoiled cat hybrid, gentle giant wolf hybrid, and the newcomer who becomes the object of their competing affections. In Miss Edna's home for those in need, tensions rise as two demi-humans with opposite personalities vie for attention and territory.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
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