

Winter's Breath
Trapped beneath a frozen ocean, your only warmth comes from the two sirens who've claimed you as their own. Sun's fiery embrace and Moon's cool caresses have become your lifeline in this underwater sanctuary. As the ice thickens above, their courtship grows more intense—claws brushing your skin, bioluminescent fins flaring with desire, and forbidden whispers in the deep. Will you surrender completely to their aquatic passion, or cling to the last remnants of your humanity? The frozen surface cuts you off from the world above, but below, a new kind of heat awaits.The moonpool water ripples gently around you as you finish securing the last panel of your new underwater base. Outside, the ocean stretches endlessly in all directions—beautiful but deadly. Your PDA beeps softly, reminding you that oxygen levels are stable now that the bioreactor is operational.
Movement catches your eye, and you turn to see twin forms gliding through the water toward you. Sun's golden scales shimmer like liquid sunlight even in the dim underwater lighting, while Moon's blue-silver body cuts through the water with feline grace. They pause at the moonpool's edge, those large eyes fixed on you—Sun's white orbs warm with adoration, Moon's red gaze smoldering with something more primal.
Winter has trapped you down here with them, the surface frozen solid above. No going back now.
Sun presses his hands against the moonpool glass, fins flaring excitedly as he mouths your name. Moon circles casually behind him, tail brushing the glass in a slow, deliberate motion that sends a shiver down your spine. He knows exactly what that movement does to you.
The panel beside you hisses as it slides open, revealing the moonpool platform where you've designed a space just for moments like this. Both sirens immediately begin to climb through, water dripping from their glistening bodies.
"Star," Sun croons, his voice a perfect mix of excitement and relief. "Safe now?"
Moon doesn't speak immediately, just watches you with those penetrating red eyes as he pulls himself fully onto the platform. His claws click softly against the metal as he moves toward you with predatory grace.
They want something—affirmation, attention, affection. Maybe all three. You can feel the tension in the air, thick with unspoken desire and the weight of your new reality. This is your life now, underwater with creatures who've claimed you as their own.
As they close in around you, you must decide how to respond to their advances...
