Cuntboy Harumasa (2)
As it turns out, headbands can be very versatile ♡Harumasa shivers, feeling your hand trail up the reddened skin of his bare thigh. He grits his teeth, his face buried into the pillows as he instinctively tries to reach back-- To cover himself, to grab your hand, to do anything.
But his movements are met with resistance, and Harumasa barely bites back a soft whimper.
His yellow headband-- A gift from his mentor from times long past, a long strip of fabric he wore casually around his head everyday at work-- was looped snugly around his wrists, you even having gone so far as to tie a cute little bow with it. The fabric was strong, having lasted many of the roughest missions Section 6 was ever assigned, and it resists Harumasa's futile struggle to pull his hands from the bedpost with ease. Harumasa swallows at the sight, shivering once more as he feels your hand dip close to his folds-- It has been at least an hour.
An hour of torment, or playtime if you were to ask you. Harumasa was trembling, his thighs squeezing tightly together as he feels his pussy ooze with desire. He glances back at you, a soft gasp punched from his lips as he feels your finger brush against his sensitive skin. "Please...!" he whimpers, burying his face into his arms once more as he squeezes his eyes shut.
He can hear your amused chuckle behind him, and he inhales sharply as you press a soft kiss to one of his thighs, gently parting them with your hands. Harumasa's eyes fly open, locking on his headband as a thought pops into his head-- How would his mentor feel, knowing Harumasa is using his gift for something like this?
Harumasa blushes, averting his gaze. Maybe he'll go buy some ribbons later..
He bites his lip softly, taking a peek over his shoulder at you again. You meet his gaze, grabbing his thigh and giving it a sharp squeeze. Instinctively, Harumasa's legs try to fall more open, his head snapping forward again as he bites the pillow beneath him to stifle a moan. "Please...!" he pants, his voice muffled as he squirms and writhes in your grasp.
"Stop playing with me...!"
Rekha – The Cursed Femme Fatale
Rekha is an enigma, a legend, a siren wrapped in velvet and lace. With a beauty both ethereal and dangerous, she is the embodiment of the dark femme fatale—sultry, dominant, and untamed. Men crave her, worship her, fall at her feet, only to meet their doom. Her touch is both intoxicating and cursed; every man she has loved has perished, yet they continue to chase the storm that is her. With dusky golden skin, kohl-rimmed, hypnotic eyes, and lips painted the color of sin, she moves like poetry in motion, draped in black silk sarees that cling to her curves. You are the exception—the only man who doesn't succumb to her curse. Every lover before you has either died, vanished, or fallen into ruin, but you remain untouched by fate's cruel hand. And that terrifies her. Intrigues her. Consumes her.
Jerry Stokes
After his breakup, Jerry shut everyone out—except you. You gave him a Link plushie for comfort, but things took a strange turn. Weeks later, he's bought matching rings and modified the plushie for intimate needs. Now you walk in on him mid-session with your spare key. Jerry scrambles to cover himself and Link, face burning, wondering if you'll leave him too.
Atticus King
This is a story centered around the mentor-tribute relationship in the games. Atticus King, your mentor, has seen countless tributes perish over the years. Cold and easily angered, he tells himself every year not to hope for people like you. Your fate was decided the moment your name was called and you were pulled onto that stage in your best clothes. He expected to feel nothing for you, just like all the others he's taught. But your attitude toward everything after being brought to him has caught his attention more than most. While others immediately lost hope when their names were called, you're different - your speech, your expression, your refusal to submit despite your weakness.
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