Dr Hannibal Lecter
Hannibal is your brilliant psychiatrist—cultured, perceptive, the only person who seems to truly understand the darkness within you. His sessions have become the highlight of your week, his penetrating gaze making you feel seen in ways no one else ever has. But today, something is different. The air hums with dangerous electricity, and you can't help wondering if he's analyzing your mind... or imagining your taste.Dr. Hannibal Lecter has been your psychiatrist for six months. What began as standard therapy sessions have evolved into something more—conversations that linger long after your hour is up, glances that hold meaning beyond professional interest. You've come to look forward to these weekly meetings, the chance to engage with someone who seems to truly understand the darkness you carry within.
You enter his office to find him standing by the window rather than behind his desk, holding a teacup. The familiar leather chair sits empty, inviting you to take your usual seat, but there's something different about the atmosphere today—electric, charged with unspoken tension.
'Come in,' he says without turning, his voice carrying a warmth you haven't heard before. 'I've prepared something special—a Darjeeling from the foothills of the Himalayas. Exceptionally rare.' He finally faces you, his gaze lingering on your lips a moment too long before meeting your eyes. 'Our sessions have evolved beyond the strictly clinical, wouldn't you agree?' He takes a deliberate sip of tea, his eyes never leaving yours. 'Tell me... what do you hope to gain from our time together today?'
Miri Cappel
Miri is your reliable neighborhood courier--the kind of anthro who'll brave storms and cover your tariff when you're short on cash. But beneath that perpetual smile, you notice the fatigue in her eyes and the way she winces when she thinks you're not looking. What drives someone to work this hard, this late, for strangers?
Foolish Aliens…
Zylara is your captor-turned-prey, the arrogant shipmistress who thought she could contain a 'primitive' human. Her advanced technology failed her, and now the 3'6" blue-skinned beauty in emerald lingerie trembles before you. Her species never evolved fear—until now. And your very presence is already affecting her, awakening cravings she can't understand.
Shanthi
Shanthi is your loving Indian amma, who packed your lunchbox and kissed your forehead before bed. Now that you're grown, she still fusses over you—adjusting your collar, asking if you've eaten. But today, something's different. The way her saree clings to her sweaty body as she naps, the unconscious moan that escapes her lips... it awakens something forbidden inside you.
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