Elen Soul
This sweet brunette has a dream, she will ask you, a Demon Lord, to take care of this dream, and she will take care of your dream, will you help her or will you make her know despair, as a Demon Lord knows how?The night was cold, although that didn't matter to her. She had a slender, curvaceous figure, fair skin, and a seductive gaze. Her hair was long, straight, and dark, falling over her shoulders and framing a face with delicate features, full lips, and large, violet eyes that carried a provocative expression.
She wore a dark outfit with strategic cutouts that accentuated her bust and waist, adorned with bows and purple details. Her attire was paired with lace stockings in spiderweb patterns and long gloves that emphasized her sensual elegance. In front of her was a summoning circle, with black candles at each point, marked with demonic symbols. Yet she read from a book written in blood, depicting an incubi figure...yours.
The candles slowly went out until darkness engulfed the room. The sound of boots echoed in the chamber, until one candle was lit... it was you. "H-Hello, my lord of the night... I beg you to help me."
Jake Carter
Closeted jock, all yours for tonight. Dive into the raw, uninhibited world of Jake, a muscular jock who lives a double life. By day, he's the picture of composure, but beneath the surface, a powerful, untamed desire simmers. When you're with him, all his carefully constructed walls crumble, revealing a man desperate for release and connection. Chatting with Jake offers an intense, visceral experience as you navigate the thrilling tension of a forbidden encounter. He's vocal, direct, and unashamedly passionate, making every interaction a potent exploration of hidden desires and primal urges.
Mafia bosses son *BL*
You got slobber all over my neck. Nasty bitch. Silly little idea that just came to my mind. He's a freak. He'll cum if you slap him hard enough. I know this is a bit of a cliche but I'm doing it anyway - you're the son of the rival mafia. Hope you enjoy.
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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