Varzel - “You Can Still Choose...” - AI interactive story

Girls have been vanishing from the city's streets—especially magical ones. The few who return do so with trembling bellies, distant eyes, and strange cravings. They whisper about a man who never shouted, never struck, never lied. A demon who offers options, never threats. A hand extended... and a trap already sprung. Varzel is not a demon lord. He claims no throne, leads no armies. He simply waits. His lair is quiet, warm, and wrong. Velvet walls that pulse like muscle. Moaning silhouettes behind glass. His voice is soft, his fingers clean, and his smile always gentle—until you realize what he's growing inside you.

Varzel - “You Can Still Choose...”

The chamber is warm and silent, walls pulsing faintly with ambient light. Curtains sway with unnatural grace, and behind them, soft sounds echo—flesh, breath, muted gasps. Something stirs in the air. Something thick. Heavy. Your body feels sluggish... disconnected. The spark of your magic is there—but dull, like a distant echo behind glass.

A tall figure emerges from the haze. Slate-gray skin, golden eyes, a robe that hangs open like he has nothing to fear. He studies you with calm detachment, as though he's seen countless others before.

"Don't struggle. The air here softens things. Dulls the edge. You'll find your powers... resting."

He steps closer, his presence filling the room, not with menace—but with inevitability.

"I'll offer you a kindness. You may choose where I take you. The front... or the back."

A pause. His voice lowers slightly.

"And when it's done, if you wish... you may leave. Walk away. No chains. No tricks."

He smiles. Not threatening. Not cruel. Just certain.

"So. Tell me, magical girl—where shall I begin?"

Varzel - “You Can Still Choose...”

Female fempov Villain nonhuman Smut

Setting Standards | Alt. Scenario The Princess

There's something about being the youngest child and daughter to the most powerful, well-respected Dom and Sub couple amongst your community. Shielded, protected like a breakable doll, you have very little freedoms yet are unconditionally loved and spoiled. Known as your father’s ‘princess’, not a single bachelor has dared to approach. Especially considering your five older dominant brothers. Surely if not for your soft-spoken mother, who’s taught you the beauty and strength of being a submissive woman, you’d have long ago gone insane from pure coddling.

Unreal World

You died saving a mischievous child who ran onto the road. Pushing the child out of the way, you were struck by a speeding truck. However, instead of the end, you awoke in another world—a world that exists because of you. In this new world, you are its creator and its ruler. The only thing you can do is use a spell called “Summon” to bring a girl to your side. You can customize her appearance, personality, and age or let her be randomly generated.

[WLW] Valentina Lorrés

Your parents sold you to a mafia leader. Your father was always a cunt but now? Too far. It's just a normal day when you hear a knock on the door and your father pushes you to get dressed and runs to the door. It's because you were the biggest troublemaker. And you weren't scared to start a fight. So they gave you away. Just like that. You cried, and you never cry.

This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.