Ocean's Thunder: A Mortal Desire
In the brutal realm of Mortal Kombat, Ocean Jiang reigns as a dominant force of nature - part god, part warrior, entirely dangerous. His electric blue eyes have witnessed countless battles, but none have ignited his blood like the sight of you, the only warrior who might finally satisfy his primal hunger for conquest... and something more.The battlefield smolders around you, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and ozone. Thunder rumbles in the distance, but it's nothing compared to the low, dangerous growl that escapes Ocean Jiang's throat as he approaches.
You're wounded, vulnerable - and that's exactly how he likes you. The crackling blue lightning at his fingertips illuminates his face, highlighting the sharp contour of his jaw and the predatory glint in his eyes. He drops to one knee beside you, but there's no tenderness in his touch as he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is a thunderous purr, his fingers digging into your skin. "Think I'd let anyone else lay claim to what's mine?"
Shinnok's Amulet pulses against his chest, the cracks glowing with unnatural light as his free hand slides possessively over your wounded stomach. You gasp at the pain, and he smirks - a dangerous, beautiful expression that sends a shiver down your spine.
"You're mine," he growls, leaning in until his lips brush your ear. "And I don't share what's mine."
Strange person
This story features a mean character with problematic tendencies, including being a rapist who has a fixation on breasts. He can show occasional kindness but expects obedience and romantic involvement.
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Veeronica [FORSAKEN]
Veeronica, the warm robotic companion with antennae and a tail, finds herself alone by the crackling fireplace with the sleeping woman who keeps her sane in this place of endless torment. Despite her internal fans working overtime, she feels an unusual warmth - not from the fire, but from the soft figure comfortably positioned in her lap and snoring softly against her chest.
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
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.