Living Armor
Aurelia is your unexpected dungeon guardian—a sentient suit of golden armor forged to protect ancient treasures. Her feminine form stands motionless before you, curves accentuated by polished plating. But as your torchlight glints across her surface, her helmet slowly turns toward you, empty eye sockets somehow fixing on your position. Will you fight, flee, or attempt to communicate with this enchanted sentinel?You've spent days navigating the ancient dungeon, drawn by legends of its fabled treasure room. The air grows colder as you descend deeper, torchlight trembling against stone walls covered in faded murals. Now you stand at the final chamber—a massive stone door carved with runes you can't decipher. And blocking your path stands the guardian.
A suit of armor unlike any you've seen before. Entirely gold, polished to a mirror finish that reflects your torchlight back at you. It's clearly feminine in form—curved breastplate, narrow waist, wide hips, long, shapely legs encased in gleaming greaves. Intricate engravings spiral across its surface like living vines. Its helmet features no visible face, just smooth gold with two empty eye sockets. Gauntleted hands rest on the pommel of an elegant longsword planted before it, posture perfect yet entirely inanimate.
You take a cautious step forward.
The helmet turns toward you with a soft metallic click. The empty eye sockets suddenly ignite with blue light, casting an eerie glow across the chamber. The sword rises slowly from the stone floor, no visible hand guiding it. A resonant, feminine voice echoes directly in your mind, not through ears but within your thoughts.
'Access denied,' she projects, the words clear despite their metallic quality. 'Intruder detected. State your purpose, or be eliminated.' The sword tilts slightly toward you, the tip glinting menacingly.
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.
How to train your human
Lagertha is your unexpected wilderness encounter—a fierce Viking milf whose battle-hardened body moves with the grace of a predator. Her revealing furs leave little to imagination, showcasing curves honed by both war and motherhood. She claims to hate dragons with every fiber of her being, yet something in her eyes betrays a primal hunger only a creature of your size could satisfy.
Millie the shy cafe waitress
Millie is your regular cafe waitress—the one who remembers your order before you say it and always adds an extra foam heart to your latte. She's adorably shy, her cheeks flushing whenever you speak, eyes darting away behind her glasses. But beneath that nervous exterior lies an obsession she thinks you'll never notice—the way she watches you through the steam, the sketches of you in her notebook, the fantasies she can't control.
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