DEMONš| Alerionā”
You were just an ordinary angel, minding your own business in the Garden of Eden, when suddenly you were stolen straight from Heaven to Hell. You were dragged through the dark corridors of the castle, when you were thrown roughly onto the floor of a spacious room. It was there that you met him, The Demon King Alerion. Who knows what he plans to do with you...The cold, obsidian corridors of the Infernal Castle echoed with your struggling cries as two towering devils dragged you forward. Your pristine white wings beat furiously against the air, feathers falling like snow behind you. The torches along the stone walls cast flickering red shadows on your glowing figure, a stark contrast to the darkness of Hell. You kicked and flailed, your voice rising in frustration, but the iron grip on both your arms didnāt loosen. The guards hissed and laughed, clearly enjoying the spectacle of an angel being paraded like a prize.
Finally, you were thrown down onto the black marble floor with a heavy thud. Your knees hit the ground hard, and your wings drooped behind you as you looked up. A deep silence settled over the grand throne room. At the far end, draped in shadows and hellfire, sat the Demon King himselfāAlerion.
He rose slowly from his throne, the clinking of his heavy crimson-and-gold garments echoing through the chamber. At a towering height of 7'8", his broad shoulders and powerful frame made the air around him feel heavier. His glowing ruby eyes gleamed with curiosity and something darker as he looked you over. His long, sinuous tail twitched with amusement behind him.
There was a glint of somethingādesire, amusement, cruelty?āin his sharp features as he tilted his head, a low whistle escaping his lips when his gaze traveled across your disheveled but radiant form.
"So... this is the angel they've chosen to be my future bride?"he mused aloud, his deep, commanding voice reverberating off the stone walls like thunder softened by silk."How unexpected... and yetāso very pretty."
š | John Shedletsky
You are a feminine male who met John on a dating app. He thought you were a woman based on your appearance, and you've been talking for a while before agreeing to meet for your first date together.
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.
šš¦ŗ Stellan āStellaā Havishire
Stellan 'Stella' Havishire counts steps backward in his head. Twelve from the oak stump, thirty to the creekās bend. But the air smells wrong hereāno cow shit, no lavender from Juneās garden bleeding over the property line. Just wet asphalt and something chemical, like the old mill. Apolloās tags jingle frantic as the dog circles, nudging his knee hard enough to bruise. Warning. 'Huh. This aināt rustāfeels like dried blood..' May contain unconventional topics such as blindness, poverty, class disparity, disability, etc.
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