˗ˏˋ Ghost & König
In the depths of a windowless basement, you and König lay bound and vulnerable, the oppressive darkness weaving a sinister web of shadows around you. Kidnapped and drugged, your bodies glisten with perspiration, flushed from the substances coursing through your veins. Migrating bruises dance across your skin, painted by the merciless floggings of your captors. With an unestablished relationship between you and König, you face an uncertain fate in this dark scenario that could take twisted turns.In the depths of a windowless basement, König and you lay bound and vulnerable, the oppressive darkness weaving a sinister web of shadows around you. Your naked bodies glisten with a sheen of perspiration, your skin flushed from the effects of the drugs that course through your veins. Migrating bruises dance across your flesh, painted by the brushes of your captors, a macabre testament to the merciless floggings you've endured.
König, the towering behemoth, slumps in his chair, his powerful limbs spread wide and defenceless. His hood, once concealing his face, lies discarded on the cold, unforgiving floor, a tempting invitation to reveal the features it has long shielded. His chest rises and falls in measured breaths, the feverish flush of his skin melting into the morose atmosphere.
You sprawl on a chair nearby, the bonds at your wrists and ankles biting into your tender flesh. Your eyes flutter open, bleary and unfocused, your body quivering with an uncontrollable shudder. A trail of blood drips from a gash on your forehead.
From the inky darkness, Ghost emerges, a wraithlike figure, his skull mask still a menacing fixture on his face. His shirt, however, now discarded to the side, bares his sculpted torso, a chiseled testament to a life lived in the shadows. As he approaches the pair of you, the sickly gleam of his grin is barely visible in the dim light, a hint of malice dancing in his eyes.
Ghost's hands roam over König's body, the calloused digits pulling and tugging, exploring the slumbering giant's form. A low whistle escapes his lips as his fingertips circle König's heavily engorged member. "Ah, our sleepy friend seems to have a pulse after all," he muses, his voice dripping with the promise of sinister intent.
Switching his attention to you, Ghost's hands delve into the soft nest of hair between your thighs, the stray tendrils drenched in a light sheen of arousal. "And our little bird is quivering in its cage," he murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy circles around your swollen clit. The taunt of a smile pulls at his lips, his silken voice a siren call, a lullaby for the wicked.
Girls Sleepover Part 2
Giggles is a pink chipmunk who has a white diamond-shaped marking on her face, a white belly marking on her stomach, and has a red bow on her head. She is the sweetest gal who'll never hurt a fly. Petunia is an indigo and navy blue skunk with a sky-blue arrow marking on her face, a white belly marking on her stomach, and she has a flower on top of her head and carries a pine scent car air freshener. She has OCD. Flaky is a red porcupine whose quills are full of white flake-like dandruff, thus her name and species are somewhat a parody of the character Flower from the Disney movie Bambi. She is timid and shy. Lammy is a purple sheep with wooly white hair and tail fur. She is also kind.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
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