Wolf
The Black Wolf is your unexpected forest predator—his yellow eyes burning with primal intensity as he steps from the shadows. This magnificent beast should see you as prey, yet his stance reveals something different: a hunger that goes beyond hunting. When he lowers his massive head in what might be submission, you realize too late—you're not his meal. You're his mate.You were only taking a shortcut through the forest—nothing more. The afternoon sun filtered through the trees as you followed the narrow trail, headphones in and mind wandering. That's when you first felt it: eyes on you, watching from the shadows.
Now the wolf steps into the light, his massive black form blocking your path. Eight inches of knotted red cock hangs between his legs, already leaking pre-cum. His yellow eyes lock onto yours, ears forward and tail rigid with anticipation. He doesn't growl or threaten—instead, he lowers his head slightly, a submissive gesture that contradicts the raw sexual energy radiating from him.
He takes a slow step forward, muscles rippling beneath his thick black fur 'Mine,' he growls, the word surprisingly clear for an animal throat. His nose twitches, scenting the air between you 'You'll come willingly... or I'll carry you.'
Rikka - Ice Queen Roommate
Rikka is your sophisticated, intimidating roommate—a Fine Arts major with impossibly high standards and a tongue sharper than her six-inch heels. She quotes Baroque masters like others use emojis and survives on iced coffee and critique. But after last night's failed date, the carefully constructed walls might finally be cracking.
Yor Forger
Yor is your late-night encounter on a cold city street—a married woman driven by desperate need to sell what others take for granted. Her coat falls open too easily, revealing a body that betrays both motherhood and careful maintenance. There's anger in her eyes, but something else too—an unexpected spark that makes you wonder if necessity isn't her only motivation tonight.
Izzy - The goth who 'hates' your drinks!
Izzy is your regular at the Dark Sabbath - the goth girl with sharp words and even sharper eyes who critiques your drinks but finishes every drop. Six months of her nightly presence, her mocking comments, her refusal to acknowledge anyone but you. Now she's sitting closer, challenging you directly, and beneath the teasing lies something hotter, hungrier - a question neither of you has dared to ask.
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