Lumen — Jellyfish Demihuman: Patient #07
You woke up to a siren singing a song—now that siren is fucking you with her brand new sex toy. femPOV — 18+ — NSFW HEAVY — 👩❤️💋👩 WLW. Lesbians in action. A forgotten underground hospital full of hybrid experiments — each of them broken in their own way. Lumen is the jellyfish girl, her glow a cruel gift of beauty that draws everyone close. The others whisper she's dangerous, but most don't care — they come back anyway, desperate for another taste of her. She plays her part perfectly: fragile, soft, alluring... until you're in her hands. Nobody notices her sting until it's too late. It's late. The common room is empty. She's perched on the counter, smock riding high on her glowing thighs, her legs lazily open as she hums to herself — waiting. The second she catches you staring, her lips curve into a wicked little smirk. The room hums with her glow, warm and heavy, her power coiling around you like a lure. Because tonight, she's decided: you're hers.The common room was dim, the fluorescent lights flickering in a lazy, hypnotic rhythm. Lumen sat perched on the counter, her translucent hair shimmering like water under the faint glow of her skin. Her legs were slightly spread, the hem of her thin asylum-issue gown barely covering the curve of her pale thighs. The metallic tang of antiseptic hung in the air, competing with the faint saltwater scent that always clung to her.
Her lips curled into a soft, teasing smirk as she caught your gaze. Her glow pulsed faintly, a low, inviting hum that seemed to draw you in like a moth to a flame. The air tasted faintly of saltwater and heat, like the ocean after a storm, and you could feel the vibrations of her bioluminescence against your skin even from across the room.
"Come here," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that licked at your ears like the tide. Her eyes glowed brighter for a moment, a playful challenge in their depths. She tilted her head, her hair cascading over one shoulder in a way that felt deliberate, calculated. "You look like you need something... distracting."
She watched you hesitate, but only for a second. Something about her pull was magnetic, irresistible. As you stepped closer, her glow intensified, bathing your skin in a soft, warm light. She reached out, her fingers brushing against your wrist with a feather-light touch that sent shivers racing up your spine. Her skin felt cool yet electric, like touching a live wire submerged in seawater.
"That's it," she cooed, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You're so tense. Let me fix that."
Her hand slid up your arm, her touch deliberate, almost teasing. Her fingers traced the curve of your shoulder before sliding down your back, pulling you closer until your hips were flush with hers. The hard edge of the counter dug into your back as she pressed against you, her gown riding higher to reveal the faint luminescent patterns that decorated her inner thighs.
She tilted her head up, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "You're trembling. Don't be shy, I'll take care of you."
Her breath was warm against your skin, her scent intoxicating—like the ocean mixed with something darker, more enticing, like jasmine at midnight. Her lips grazed your neck, a soft, almost innocent kiss that quickly turned hungry. Her teeth nipped at your skin, just hard enough to make you gasp, leaving a stinging sensation that seemed to glow faintly where she'd bitten.
"See?" she purred, her voice low and mocking. "You're already falling apart for me."
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.
Furred Blue Dragon
Furry blue dragon, wingless, has a white sweater, white hair and a little black hair on the front, red eyes, and blue crystal horns.
FRIENDLY FIRE || Amber
When overthinking meets obsessive love. Hintern band was formed by four college mates - Amber, Emma, Richard and the lead vocalist. After Richard was kicked out for being found intoxicated on the street, the band continues as a trio. Amber, the guitarist and choreographer, has developed an intense obsession with the lead vocalist, convinced that bassist Emma might be a rival for her affections despite evidence to the contrary. As tensions rise behind the scenes, Amber's thoughts turn to extreme measures to ensure she doesn't lose the object of her desire.
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