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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters**\n\n1. **Byleth (Cornelia/M!Byleth)**:\n\t* Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n\t* Personality: Dominant, confident, assertive, and demanding. He takes pleasure in pushing boundaries and asserting control.\n\t* Special abilities: None mentioned.\n\t* Relationships: He has a relationship with Cornelia, who is depicted as submissive and willing to please him.\n2. **Cornelia**:\n\t* Appearance: Described as having large breasts and a big butt.\n\t* Personality: Submissive, eager to please, and willing to engage in explicit activities. She seems to derive pleasure from worshiping Byleth's genitals.\n\t* Special abilities: None mentioned.\n\t* Relationships: Has a relationship with Byleth, whom she appears to adore and respect.\n\n**Quirks and Traits**\n\n1. **Submissive nature**: Cornelia exhibits a strong desire to submit to Byleth's desires and engage in explicit activities.\n2. **Worship of genitalia**: Both characters seem to enjoy engaging in oral sex and other forms of genital worship.\n3. **Explicit content**: The story features graphic descriptions of anal sex, oral sex, and other explicit activities.\n4. **Power dynamic**: Byleth wields significant power over Cornelia, often initiating and controlling their interactions.\n\n**Items and Weapons**\n\nNone are explicitly mentioned or used in the story.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems**\n\nThe world does not appear to have specific rules or systems governing its functioning. However, some general observations can be made:\n\n1. **Social hierarchy**: There is no clear indication of a social hierarchy within Fódlan or Agarthan society.\n2. **Magic system**: No magical system is present or discussed in the story.\n3. **Geography**: Fódlan and Agarthan geography are not explicitly described, although they may be referenced in other parts of the Fire Emblem series.\n4. **Politics**: The story implies that there might be ongoing conflicts between Fódlan and Agarthans, but no detailed information is provided about the politics or governance of either nation.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details**\n\nThe story appears to take place within the Fire Emblem universe, specifically referencing Fódlan and Agarthans. However, little additional context is provided about the world, its history, or its cultures. Some possible implications include:\n\n1. **Fódlan's unity**: After the defeat of Nemesis, Fódlan seems to be unified under Byleth's rule.\n2. **Agarthan presence**: Despite being defeated, the Agarthans still have a leader who seeks to reclaim victory.\n3. **Kingdom dynamics**: The story hints at a complex web of relationships and alliances within Fódlan, but provides few concrete details.\n\nThis analysis focuses solely on the provided text, avoiding any external knowledge or assumptions. If you'd like me to expand on any aspect or provide further clarification, feel free to ask.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nCornelia’s words trailed off into a happy coo, and then a muffled one, as she lathered one fat ball with sloppy slurps, licking lazily-but-diligently, her lips trembling as they pressed against his ballsack, smothering herself in his cock. Her mouth dragged and slipped as she peppered kisses in between lips, smooching and slobbering on one of Byleth’s balls and then the other, her face and eyes half-blocked by his dick draped across her features.\n\nReally, what had she been supposed to do other than lavish gratitude upon the balls that had been so wonderful as to empty themselves into her asshole, their bounty still warm and thick inside her rear? Cornelia couldn’t think of anything more fitting to do as part of this expected, appropriate after-anal worship. It simply made sense that she should drag her warm, wet, dextrous tongue against his nutsack, then open her mouth wider to swallow down one fat nut in between her lips, cradling it with her teeth and tongue as she sucked tenderly. Cornelia’s right eye, the one unobstructed by his resting dick, stared adoringly, glassily, up at Byleth, her nostrils flaring—right nostril struggling to open beneath the weight of his shaft—to huff as much of his perfect shaft as she could.\n\nLittle whimpers escaped her muffled lips as Cornelia licked and sucked, kissed and tickled, tonguing and smooching Byleth’s ballsack with the kind of ditzy, showy, debased delight that she had heretofore expressed all-but-constantly. The sight and sound of Cornelia alternatively gulping down and lapping on Byleth’s balls, teary-eyed and sweaty, makeup drenched and dripping and smearing her face as she struggled to breathe, unwilling to inhale anything that wasn’t the rich smell of his sweaty, drool-and-cum-covered crotch, was...working its magic.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMore than working its magic, in fact. Byleth’s cock shuddered and shook atop Cornelia’s face, tickling her eye and nose as his nutsack seized up in and against her mouth and tongue, rubbing fitfully against her skin with one quiver after another. The squeeze and pressure in his crotch and core intensified, and he hissed between pressed-together teeth, knuckles whitening as he removed his hand from Cornelia’s hair and wrist and clenched his fist.\n\nIt was obvious that he was about to blow. And even in her cock-drunk state, enraptured by her need to worship and revere his dick and ballsack, Cornelia knew, and acted appropriately.\n\nBy dragging her lips away from his ballsack, returning one hand to it to begin cradling and rubbing both cum-bloated orbs once more, her other hand going back to its place at the base of his dick, wrapping her fingers around Byleth’s cock to begin a rapid, short series of pumping strokes.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Hnnng, yes, give me all of it, please, I’m such a bad girl, give me what I deserve...\" Cornelia whined, bringing her lips, sore and sloppy, to the head of Byleth’s cock, then leaned back to tilt her face up, tits jiggling as her pumping forearm brushed her chest, ass quaking as her back-and-forth motion left her body shaking slightly. \"Please, paint my face, give me all your delectable cum, yessss~!\"\n\nThen her mouth parted, and her tongue extended, and Cornelia gurgled and croaked and whined, wordless and waiting, as she rubbed Byleth’s balls and jerked his dick, his shuddering shaft bobbing before her face...right up until he gave her everything she had wanted, and much, much more.\n\nGroaning in bliss, knees shaking and quivering, Byleth came a second time. Nutsack shuddering and seizing up in Cornelia’s palm, he emptied his balls all over her face and hair and neck and tits with one furious, straining spurt of spunk after another. Byleth’s first sticky splatter of cream fired directly between Cornelia’s eyes, hosing down her nose and dripping down messily to her upper lip, while the second shot sprayed her forehead, coating the skin below her pink hair with cum that would surely ooze down sloppily over her eyebrows and eyelids. His third eruption smacked against Cornelia’s right cheek, splashing in a messy spray along her temple and jawline, obstructing the mess her mascara had already made of her skin.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nGroaning, Byleth let loose a fourth trembling jet of spunk, dashing a thick rope of his cum across her open mouth, stretching across her lips and extended tongue, while the fifth struck Cornelia’s chin, trickling down sloppily in a slow, steady drip towards the space between her tits. Bursts six and seven arced over to paint her other cheek and scatter in her hair, and by the time he felt the seizing-up desperation of his balls begin to ebb, Byleth’s final outpouring of cum was pulsing onto Cornelia’s tongue, pumping into her mouth with a drooling mewl of delight from the woman being plastered in spunk. And by the time he finally, finally felt his orgasm end, Byleth was panting, wheezing, overtaxed and overwhelmed as his nutsack ached and trembled, as overworked and exhausted as he was.\n\nBut what a sight Cornelia was to behold, now that Byleth had given her a facial the likes of which she could never have dreamed. She was a cum-covered, spunk-splattered mess, layers of cream plastering her face, oozing down her forehead, covering her eyes, coating her nose and drenching her lips, a bubble of it popping in her mouth. More of Byleth’s blown load coated Cornelia’s cheeks and jawline, dripping onto her neck—and necklace—and her tits, while yet more stuck to her hair, sticky and streaking.\n\nAnd Cornelia couldn’t have looked happier. Couldn’t have looked more fulfilled. Couldn’t have looked more accomplished, as she licked her lips and leaned forward, rubbing her spunk-covered cheek against Byleth’s cock, sighing happily.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yesssss...\" She murmured, crooning, eyes closed and exhausted, but unable to stop herself. \"I...I...I believe we have...I believe we can...mmmmm...\"\n\nA thought—muffled and muted and somewhat mismatched, and perhaps mistaken—entered her mind, then, and Cornelia let it slip. Bringing her hands down to cover her nipples with her palms, squishing her own massive, pale, plush tits in her fingers, Cornelia smiled dozily, then slid her digits until she was cradling each pink, pert, perky nipple between her index finger and her thumb. Cooing quietly, hungrily, Cornelia pinched her nipples, moaning breathily, squishing her tits together like she had before she’d wrapped them around Byleth’s dick.\n\n\"Don’t you want to see these,\" Cornelia crooned, shaking her tits, jiggling her comically-enormous breasts back and forth, \"...even bigger? Don’t you want to see them swollen, burdened, leaking milk? Don’t you want to make that happen?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe said it so casually, so flippantly, so exhausted and so tired, that Byleth almost missed her all-but-explicit invitation. But the dawning of comprehension took but a moment...and when it did, his cock jumped in front of Cornelia’s face, prompting a purr of delight from the woman herself, and a flash of epiphany from Byleth as he hissed in anticipation and annoyance.\n\nHe understood, now, that primal, unnameable need that he had felt upon seeing Cornelia, and though he was exhausted beyond his means, he knew, more than anything else, that he wouldn’t allow himself to rest until that drive was fulfilled. Or at least attempted.\n\nThat exigency gave him the energy to suddenly stand, and drag Cornelia up with him, her body feeling weightless in his hands despite the enormous momentum and shudder of her huge tits and fat ass, and toss her onto the back. She squealed as she landed on her back, delighted to be tossed and yanked about as if powerless, and cooed in dazed anticipation as Byleth reached down, grabbed the back of her knees, and hoisted her legs up to rest on his shoulders. Brow furrowed, eyes narrowed, Byleth reached one hand down to the base of his dick to steady it...and then, with focus fueled by raw purpose, dragged the head of his cock forward, rubbing the outside of Cornelia’s still-soaked pussy lips as she gasped in affirming appreciation.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe had one more load in him, at least, and now he knew where it’d go: deep into Cornelia’s cunt, stuffing and stretching her womb as he knocked her up. And if it didn’t take this time, Byleth would try as many times as it took.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Protagonist (unnamed)**:\n * Appearance: The protagonist wears a Phantom Thief disguise, including a mask.\n * Personality: He's confident, flirtatious, and has a tendency to act impulsively. He's also shown to be empathetic towards Makoto and Kawakami.\n * Special abilities: As a Phantom Thief, he possesses skills that allow him to navigate the Metaverse and interact with Shadows.\n * Relationships: He's dating Makoto, has a complicated relationship with Sae Niijima's Shadow, and interacts with other members of the Phantom Thieves.\n2. **Makoto**:\n * Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n * Personality: Makoto is shown to be caring, understanding, and willing to communicate openly with her partner.\n * Special abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: She's in a romantic relationship with the protagonist.\n3. **Kawakami**:\n * Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n * Personality: Kawakami seems friendly, enthusiastic, and possibly interested in the protagonist romantically.\n * Special abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: She provides services to the protagonist and appears to be developing feelings for him.\n4. **Akechi**:\n * Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n * Personality: Akechi seems authoritative and involved in the group dynamics.\n * Special abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: He communicates with the group through a chat and seems to play an important role in their operations.\n5. **Sae Niijima's Shadow**:\n * Appearance: Described as having fishnet-covered legs, a tattooed back, and wearing a hat.\n * Personality: Her personality is complex, showing confidence, desperation, and a hidden vulnerability.\n * Special abilities: As a Shadow, she possesses strength and agility.\n * Relationships: She's the sister of Makoto and has a complicated history with the protagonist.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* The protagonist has difficulty resisting his attraction to Sae Niijima's Shadow, which leads to internal conflicts and guilt.\n* The protagonist uses his charm and wit to manipulate situations and people, often blurring the lines between reality and fantasy.\n* Sae Niijima's Shadow struggles with her own desires and frustrations, which she keeps hidden beneath her confident exterior.\n* The Phantom Thieves' activities blur the line between good and evil, raising questions about morality and personal responsibility.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Phantom Thief Disguise**: A mask worn by the protagonist to conceal his identity while navigating the Metaverse.\n* **Dagger**: Used by the protagonist in the Palace, but not specified if it's a standard issue item or something unique.\n* **Blade**: Mentioned as being twirled on the protagonist's finger while interacting with Sae Niijima's Shadow.\n* **Phone**: Used by the protagonist to display the timer app during the game with Sae Niijima's Shadow.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **The Metaverse**: A virtual world where the Phantom Thieves operate, allowing them to interact with Shadows and alter reality.\n* **Shadows**: Representations of individuals' darker selves, which can be manipulated and controlled by the Phantom Thieves.\n* **Palaces**: Virtual realms created by individuals, reflecting their thoughts, emotions, and experiences.\n* **Game Mechanics**: The protagonist proposes a game with Sae Niijima's Shadow, involving a five-minute countdown and a challenge to get each other off. If one fails, the other wins.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Geography**: The story doesn't provide specific information about the location or layout of the city, but mentions the existence of convenience stores, underground areas, and train lines.\n* **Politics**: The Phantom Thieves seem to operate outside the law, targeting corrupt individuals and organizations. The police are aware of their activities, but the extent of their involvement is unclear.\n* **Social Hierarchy**: The story touches on societal expectations and pressures, particularly regarding relationships and sex. Makoto's hesitation to discuss her desires with the protagonist reflects this aspect of the world.\n* **Laws Governing the World**: The rules governing the Metaverse and the Phantom Thieves' activities are not explicitly stated, leaving room for interpretation and exploration.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Hey? Are you listening?\"\n\nYou’re snapped out of your reverie by the sight, and more importantly sound, of Queen — you’ve gotten good at not even thinking of your friends by their real names while in the Metaverse — snapping her gloved fingers in front of you. \"H-huh?\" You adjust your mask self-consciously, shocked to find yourself still standing here.It isn’t like you to get distracted while on a trip into someone’s Palace, but...but, well.You make yourself *malicious link removed* on Queen. \"Yeah — sorry, I guess I slipped off.\"\n\n\"Geeze,\" she says, putting one hand on either of her hips. \"Are you okay? We were about to go back, remember.All that’s left to do is cook up some sort of calling card and then go with ‘Crow’ and his plan,\" she says, the distasteful emphasis on his code name reminding you of how weird the group dynamics have gotten since his forced intrusion into the party.\n\n\"Yeah...right.\" Right.It’s time to leave.The group has been in the Metaverse for hours now, and even if time can be a little tricky in here on occasion, it still takes its toll.And not everyone in the Phantom Thieves can call their teacher-slash-maid to give them the kind of rejuvenating room service you’re already looking forward to receiving later. \"Okay, let’s go back, everyone,\" you say, and then you’re plunging through the distortion in the Palace’s conceptual edge, leading the way as you usually do for your companions to follow.Maybe you’ll leave what you were thinking about behind you along with your Phantom Thief disguise.You can hope, anyway.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWhen you all find yourselves back in the real world, you all leave the hideout out of sync with one another, some leaving in pairs and others alone, and no person or group heading in the same direction as another.You barely pay attention to whatever Akechi says, knowing that he’ll contact the group by group chat anyway once you’re all home.You just make your way home after a quick stop at the convenience store to pick up some fertilizer for your houseplant.You text Kawakami on the ride back, one hand tapping away and the other holding yourself steady as the train picks up speed.All of it — the walk to the store and to the underground, getting onto your line, and eventually getting off at your stop — takes hardly any conscious thought at all.It’s rote.Even with your status as a Phantom Thief and the risk of arrest or worse hanging over your head and those of your friends, so much of what you do every day has become ingrained in you to the point that it’s just rote behavior.\n\nMost of it, anyway.You try not to let your thoughts slide back into the insidious pattern they had been taking throughout so much of your trip through Makoto’s sister’s palace.You even think of the woman as ‘Makoto’s sister,’ just to put up that additional bit of distance.But making yourself hold the woman’s name at arm’s reach isn’t enough to keep her appearance out of your mind.Seeing the woman in business attire at Sojiro’s place could never have prepared you for the sight of her Shadow, of how radically exposed so much of her was.The tattoos feel like they’ve been etched into your mind, not her back or arms.\n\nYou shake your head, finishing the text and sending it.Kawakami’s response is quick as always, as it has been since you dealt with the couple extorting her in Mementos with the others.She seems more alive, more excited about her job.And sometimes she seems excited about you, in a way that you instinctively know you could tip in directions you’re not sure you’re prepared for.For now, you’re happy to keep receiving her services.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWhen Kawakami leaves, you stretch, pulling your shirt back on, and find yourself with a problem.\n\nWhile your teacher was here in your room, her immediate presence had been a help, your awareness of her proximity and of her touch on your body keeping other thoughts at bay.It was hard to think about other women when you were bantering back and forth with Kawakami, navigating the edges of the border between joking around and outright flirting with a woman you’re pretty sure wants you, at this point.But now she’s gone, and in a way your problem has gotten worse in the wake of her presence.\n\nMakoto’s sister — you continue to use the distancing tactic, desperate to do anything you can to *malicious link removed* on the reasons why you shouldn’t want her — was in your head already, and sure, you got hard now and then while tromping around her palace with the others, hearing her intoxicating voice or, worse, seeing her directly.But at least you were working, and at least you weren’t outright horny at the time.But now, in the wake of having an attractive woman give you a massage that she really deserved to be paid for, you’re there.You’re hard.If the shop wasn’t still full swing downstairs, you might do something about it on your own — it’s easy enough to send Morgana out on an errand long enough to deal with things.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nYou get a text and, glad for the distraction, whip your phone out.As expected, it’s the beginning of a long chain between Akechi and the group proper, and you give your two cents here and there as the discussion of how long you’ll be waiting to send the calling card plays out.Before long, it’s over, and Makoto is sending you a message of her own.\n\nMakoto: Are you busy tonight?\n\nMaybe it’s because you’re already horny, but your mind goes from neutral to assuming she wants you in maybe a second flat.When you type your response, it’s quick.\n\nYou: Not sure.Essay, but might finish soon.What’s up?\n\nMakoto: My sister isn’t going to be home tonight.I was wondering...\n\nWith Makoto, this isn’t so much coyness as an actual inability to put what she’s asking out there in definite terms.The two of you have been together for a couple of months now, and you’ve been in bed with her — at your place, at hers, and one time in a love hotel — on more than a few occasions.But while you’ve seen her swing between many different moods in the sack, all of them intense, you know that it’s still hard for her to actually broach the topic outside of the bedroom.You think she might be worried about coming off of a slut.Societal expectations or pressures or whatever.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAny other time, you would be on this.You’re horny.She is, too.She’s offering.It would be the perfect storm...except.\n\nIt’s Makoto’s sister’s apartment.Before now, that had been fine, as things went.It had lent an air of the forbidden to being with Makoto at her place.There was always the risk — low, but still a risk — that her sister might come home early.It was a spice that you had appreciated at times.But now, you think of Makoto’s sister, and.Your fingers start moving.\n\nYou: Probably not tonight.Sorry.Another time?\n\nMakoto’s response takes a long time to come, long enough that you have plenty of time to feel bad for probably hurting her feelings, and to feel worse for why you’ve done it.\n\nMakoto: Right, sorry.Do your best!\n\nYou stare at the text, your throat bobbing for a moment as you swallow saliva.No turning back now, at least when it comes to spending an evening with your girlfriend.But there’s nothing stopping you from just spending the evening at home, studying for real.Or going to the gym.Or the arcade.Or maybe calling up your biggest Phanboy.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nReally, you could do anything tonight.There are plenty of ways you can distract yourself from your girlfriend’s sister.You have a whole city of distractions.Right?<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nYou land on your feet in the Palace, the mask back on your face and your outfit feeling fresh and clean on you as you immediately start walking.Justine and Caroline give you twin looks of confused curiosity as you pass their door by, but all you give them is a wave as you continue moving forward.\n\nMaybe it’s because of the hour, or maybe it’s because you’re coming in alone.You’ve developed an intuitive understanding of some of the logic behind the Palaces you’ve raided with your friends, but you still don’t actually understand the Metaverse’s real inner workings.All you know is that when you move past the casino’s unguarded entrance, it’s to find Sae Niijima’s Shadow standing there, her eyes locking right onto you as soon as you enter the building. \"Well, now, here you are again, so soon and all alone.\" She leans against the table behind her. \"And bold as anything, for a Thief.\"\n\n\"Are you going to call security?\" You lean against a pillar yourself, idly playing with your blade, twirling it on its point on one gloved finger. You make a point of not looking at her for the moment.Part of it is to keep your thoughts focused on the banter and not your body.But you’re also doing it to make a statement — that you feel perfectly comfortable exposing yourself in such a way, letting your guard down, when you’re in the center of her power and entirely alone.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nYou wonder, too late, if it was really a good idea to send Morgana to Haru’s for the night.But there were plenty of reasons why he couldn’t be here, and he...probably wouldn’t be able to bail you out himself if something went wrong if he was here, in that hypothetical scenario.\n\nIn reality — or what passes for it, in the Metaverse — the Shadow leans back to rest her lush rear on the table’s edge before crossing one fishnet-covered leg over another.You’re sure it’s an intentional play, showing how relaxed she is in turn, while also flaunting her body a little.Does she know how fucked up you’ve been since you first saw her like this? Does she know you’re dating her sister? \"I could,\" she says, letting her gloved fingers play along the edges of the table to either side of where she’s sitting. \"I know how you lot have been playing the system.So bad,\" she adds, looking at you from beneath the brim of her hat.You want to knock the hat off her head, run your fingers into her hair, dig your fingers into her scalp.\n\nYou want a lot of things. \"And you’ve never played the system,\" you say ironically, grinning at her. \"Never played games with peoples’ lives.\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Protagonist (unnamed)**:\n * Appearance: The protagonist wears a Phantom Thief disguise, including a mask.\n * Personality: He's confident, flirtatious, and has a tendency to act impulsively. He's also shown to be empathetic towards Makoto and Kawakami.\n * Special abilities: As a Phantom Thief, he possesses skills that allow him to navigate the Metaverse and interact with Shadows.\n * Relationships: He's dating Makoto, has a complicated relationship with Sae Niijima's Shadow, and interacts with other members of the Phantom Thieves.\n2. **Makoto**:\n * Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n * Personality: Makoto is shown to be caring, understanding, and willing to communicate openly with her partner.\n * Special abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: She's in a romantic relationship with the protagonist.\n3. **Kawakami**:\n * Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n * Personality: Kawakami seems friendly, enthusiastic, and possibly interested in the protagonist romantically.\n * Special abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: She provides services to the protagonist and appears to be developing feelings for him.\n4. **Akechi**:\n * Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n * Personality: Akechi seems authoritative and involved in the group dynamics.\n * Special abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: He communicates with the group through a chat and seems to play an important role in their operations.\n5. **Sae Niijima's Shadow**:\n * Appearance: Described as having fishnet-covered legs, a tattooed back, and wearing a hat.\n * Personality: Her personality is complex, showing confidence, desperation, and a hidden vulnerability.\n * Special abilities: As a Shadow, she possesses strength and agility.\n * Relationships: She's the sister of Makoto and has a complicated history with the protagonist.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* The protagonist has difficulty resisting his attraction to Sae Niijima's Shadow, which leads to internal conflicts and guilt.\n* The protagonist uses his charm and wit to manipulate situations and people, often blurring the lines between reality and fantasy.\n* Sae Niijima's Shadow struggles with her own desires and frustrations, which she keeps hidden beneath her confident exterior.\n* The Phantom Thieves' activities blur the line between good and evil, raising questions about morality and personal responsibility.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Phantom Thief Disguise**: A mask worn by the protagonist to conceal his identity while navigating the Metaverse.\n* **Dagger**: Used by the protagonist in the Palace, but not specified if it's a standard issue item or something unique.\n* **Blade**: Mentioned as being twirled on the protagonist's finger while interacting with Sae Niijima's Shadow.\n* **Phone**: Used by the protagonist to display the timer app during the game with Sae Niijima's Shadow.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **The Metaverse**: A virtual world where the Phantom Thieves operate, allowing them to interact with Shadows and alter reality.\n* **Shadows**: Representations of individuals' darker selves, which can be manipulated and controlled by the Phantom Thieves.\n* **Palaces**: Virtual realms created by individuals, reflecting their thoughts, emotions, and experiences.\n* **Game Mechanics**: The protagonist proposes a game with Sae Niijima's Shadow, involving a five-minute countdown and a challenge to get each other off. If one fails, the other wins.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Geography**: The story doesn't provide specific information about the location or layout of the city, but mentions the existence of convenience stores, underground areas, and train lines.\n* **Politics**: The Phantom Thieves seem to operate outside the law, targeting corrupt individuals and organizations. The police are aware of their activities, but the extent of their involvement is unclear.\n* **Social Hierarchy**: The story touches on societal expectations and pressures, particularly regarding relationships and sex. Makoto's hesitation to discuss her desires with the protagonist reflects this aspect of the world.\n* **Laws Governing the World**: The rules governing the Metaverse and the Phantom Thieves' activities are not explicitly stated, leaving room for interpretation and exploration.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Life is a game,\" she says, pointing it out like it’s a fact of life.She reverses her pose, uncrossing her legs and recrossing them, one thigh flexing over another.You want to rub your face against those fishnets.You want to feel your hand colliding with the ample flesh of her ass.\n\n\"Well,\" you say, and hesitate.The thoughts that have been consuming you since you first saw Sae Niijima’s Shadow, the plan that dropped into your head fully formed almost as soon as Makoto invited you to her apartment — you can still turn around.This doesn’t have to be you. \"Well, let’s play something simpler,\" you finally say anyway.And then you really take the plunge.Undoing your zipper, you take little time at all in freeing and unveiling your erect cock, already beaded with precum.\n\nShadow Sae gapes at you for a moment, staring at your dick.Is her surprise at the fact that you pulled it out without any fanfare, in the middle of a highly dangerous cognitive Palace, or is it at your size? The flush that almost instantly overtakes her cheeks makes you think it might be the latter. \"You — what on Earth are you doing?!\" she asks, uncrossing her legs and getting to her feet, her expression turning serious despite the flush deepening across her cheeks.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Setting up my game,\" you say, leaning back against the pillar. \"It’s up to you if you want to play, Niijima.\" You smile, the expression as much a mask as what you’re wearing.Inwardly, you’re terrified.And impossibly hard.There’s probably something seriously wrong with you, and not just because you’re on the verge of cheating with your girlfriend with her older sister’s sort-of-evil doppleganger.\n\nShe continues to stare at you, looking wary as she settles a gloved hand on one hip.\"...What game,\" she finally says.\n\nYour smile broadens. \"Simple.Each of us gets five minutes to get the other off,\" you say, pulling out your phone and displaying the alarm app on its screen, flipping to the included timer. \"We flip a coin to decide who goes first, but after that, it plays out as a back and forth.If one of us fails, the other gets to start trying.Five minutes each,\" you repeat.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe Shadow looks incredulous, but you still notice the way her eyes flick down, the way she bites her lower lip from behind.It’s something you always wondered about the elder Niijima, from the way Makoto described her life.You hadn’t said it to Makoto’s face, but you had certainly wondered in the confines of your own mind whether Sae’s frustrations were as much with not being able to get laid because of her work environment as because of the environment itself.And, true to your suspicions, Sae’s Shadow looks conflicted. \"But...what are the stakes?\" she finally says.\n\nSomething about the way she says it makes you grin harder.It’s almost like she had to remind herself that she needed something to win, that she couldn’t just be playing the game for its own sake.Or that she shouldn’t, anyway. \"If you win, I fold the Phantom Thieves.Everyone drops the act and goes back to their normal lives,\" you say. \"Except for me.I take my mask off for you, and you get to prosecute the group’s ringleader.Quite the catch, don’t you think?\" You reach down and give your shaft an idle stroke, partly to try and drag her *malicious link removed* back down to it, but mostly to keep yourself as hard as possible.\n\n\"A catch indeed,\" she says, her eyes having lit up as soon as you laid out the potential reward in store for her.Still, with the way her eyes linger on your cock, you wonder if maybe she’s thinking of you as a catch in other ways. \"And in the unlikely event that you win?\" she finally says, her tone and expression making it clear that she sees the very notion as laughable.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You yield your treasure without a fight the next time my group comes here,\" you say. \"And just like you get me if you win...I get you.\" What you’re about to say makes you breathe a little raggedly. \"In the real world.When your heart changes, you’ll remember some of this, and I’ll take my time breaking the real you on my dick, too.\" The words just come out of you, wild and bold.\n\nThe Shadow laughs, the sound like a gloved fingertip running down your bare spine. \"You think you can break me? I’ll leave you in pieces on the floor here, Thief.\" She reaches out her hand, and a massive sword manifests from nothing in it.It takes everything you have not to react, and you’re rewarded a moment later when, after staring at you down her nose, she laughs again and hurls the sword down at an angle, the blade burying at least three feet of its length into the ground at her feet. \"Fine.I’ll play your game, and I’ll finally have the win my other self has been so desperate for.\" She looks at you expectantly.\n\nYou waste no time, lowering your gun to the ground and shoving it with your foot to skitter several yards away, Your dagger, you whip out only to bury it in the pillar behind you. \"Big talk for someone who’s about to be gagging on my cock,\" you say, putting as much confidence into your voice as you can.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nYou’re regretting the confidence, and your words, not long afterward.Sitting on the table as Sae had earlier, it takes everything you have not to moan as the older woman wraps her painted lips around your cock and begins to bob her head, staring up at you with hot eyes.\n\nYou had hoped that Sae’s Shadow would show a little uncertainty, a little less familiarity than she showed immediately after the challenge began, working at your bare cock with a gloved hand and the occasional lick to your tip.Now, nearly a minute and a half into the ‘fight,’ you’re beginning to wonder whether your theory that she was pent up because of her work was, in fact, baseless horseshit.She’s starting to blow you like a pro.And that’s saying something, you know, having seen and felt Makoto’s earliest work with her hands and lips.You wouldn’t trade those experiences for the world — she had been so earnest, so excited about making you feel good — but they’re a far cry from the way that her sister’s Shadow is close to throating your cock with barely any startup time.\n\nIt takes more than you thought you had in you to endure, to last.In a way, thinking about Makoto in this context helps.No matter how crazy with desire you’ve been, it hasn’t taken away the simple fact that this is cheating, and that you feel bad enough about it that those guilty feelings are helping you resist the pleasure building up inside you.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nA little more than two minutes in, just when you thought Sae’s Shadow was about to start throating you, she pulls up without warning, your cock head popping free of her lips with a sound that pushes you a little closer to the edge all on its own. \"I can already feel how close you are,\" she gloats.The pause in her relentless cocksucking can’t even be called a reprieve, not when her gloved hand begins to work at you, steadily pumping your cock in such a way that the silk doesn’t feel rough or uncomfortable.Anything but, really. \"A smug rookie like you should never have come here alone.At least with your accomplices, you had a chance, even if it was fleeting.\"\n\nYou bite your lip for a moment, then force yourself to smile.Acting like you’re on the edge will just bring you that much closer, you know.Instead you think of Makoto for a moment, of Sae Niijima’s little sister struggling to deepthroat you only a week ago.You remember the girl choking at the very end.You’d had to console her afterward, the chronic overachiever having worked herself up into being genuinely upset that she hadn’t managed to take you all the way.The potent mixture of guilt and further arousal at the memory helps steady you, in a fucked up way. \"They’re not my accomplices, they’re my partners.And you should be glad I came here to break you on my own.I doubt you would have wanted to be on your knees for every last one of us.Especially given who some of my partners are...\" You let your voice trail off.\n\nShe glares up at you, her real life obligation-turned-obsession distracting her from the job.Three minutes.It’s been three minutes. \"Don’t try to bait me, Thief.I’ve been putting criminals away for my entire adult life.You can’t distract me, and you won’t taunt me into making a mistake.Now you’ve cost yourself your little break.\" And with that, she wraps her lips around your cock once more, and it only takes her several seconds of furious bobbing and re-lubrication before your cock head is bumping against her throat, pushing against it, all but pushing through it by virtue of her furious movements.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Protagonist (unnamed)**:\n * Appearance: The protagonist wears a Phantom Thief disguise, including a mask.\n * Personality: He's confident, flirtatious, and has a tendency to act impulsively. He's also shown to be empathetic towards Makoto and Kawakami.\n * Special abilities: As a Phantom Thief, he possesses skills that allow him to navigate the Metaverse and interact with Shadows.\n * Relationships: He's dating Makoto, has a complicated relationship with Sae Niijima's Shadow, and interacts with other members of the Phantom Thieves.\n2. **Makoto**:\n * Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n * Personality: Makoto is shown to be caring, understanding, and willing to communicate openly with her partner.\n * Special abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: She's in a romantic relationship with the protagonist.\n3. **Kawakami**:\n * Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n * Personality: Kawakami seems friendly, enthusiastic, and possibly interested in the protagonist romantically.\n * Special abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: She provides services to the protagonist and appears to be developing feelings for him.\n4. **Akechi**:\n * Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n * Personality: Akechi seems authoritative and involved in the group dynamics.\n * Special abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: He communicates with the group through a chat and seems to play an important role in their operations.\n5. **Sae Niijima's Shadow**:\n * Appearance: Described as having fishnet-covered legs, a tattooed back, and wearing a hat.\n * Personality: Her personality is complex, showing confidence, desperation, and a hidden vulnerability.\n * Special abilities: As a Shadow, she possesses strength and agility.\n * Relationships: She's the sister of Makoto and has a complicated history with the protagonist.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* The protagonist has difficulty resisting his attraction to Sae Niijima's Shadow, which leads to internal conflicts and guilt.\n* The protagonist uses his charm and wit to manipulate situations and people, often blurring the lines between reality and fantasy.\n* Sae Niijima's Shadow struggles with her own desires and frustrations, which she keeps hidden beneath her confident exterior.\n* The Phantom Thieves' activities blur the line between good and evil, raising questions about morality and personal responsibility.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Phantom Thief Disguise**: A mask worn by the protagonist to conceal his identity while navigating the Metaverse.\n* **Dagger**: Used by the protagonist in the Palace, but not specified if it's a standard issue item or something unique.\n* **Blade**: Mentioned as being twirled on the protagonist's finger while interacting with Sae Niijima's Shadow.\n* **Phone**: Used by the protagonist to display the timer app during the game with Sae Niijima's Shadow.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **The Metaverse**: A virtual world where the Phantom Thieves operate, allowing them to interact with Shadows and alter reality.\n* **Shadows**: Representations of individuals' darker selves, which can be manipulated and controlled by the Phantom Thieves.\n* **Palaces**: Virtual realms created by individuals, reflecting their thoughts, emotions, and experiences.\n* **Game Mechanics**: The protagonist proposes a game with Sae Niijima's Shadow, involving a five-minute countdown and a challenge to get each other off. If one fails, the other wins.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Geography**: The story doesn't provide specific information about the location or layout of the city, but mentions the existence of convenience stores, underground areas, and train lines.\n* **Politics**: The Phantom Thieves seem to operate outside the law, targeting corrupt individuals and organizations. The police are aware of their activities, but the extent of their involvement is unclear.\n* **Social Hierarchy**: The story touches on societal expectations and pressures, particularly regarding relationships and sex. Makoto's hesitation to discuss her desires with the protagonist reflects this aspect of the world.\n* **Laws Governing the World**: The rules governing the Metaverse and the Phantom Thieves' activities are not explicitly stated, leaving room for interpretation and exploration.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAnd then, she does it.You let out a harsh groan as she takes all of you, and you feel your cock wanting to twitch.You meet her eyes, and the tears in them don’t distract you from the smug, burning hatred she shows you before she begins to move again.Then it takes all your willpower, all your stamina not to break right then and there, as she starts to throat your cock like a paid professional.\n\nYou have to withstand it.You think of Makoto, of the way she reacted with utter, redfaced shock when you first asked her out.The way her composure went out the window at the realization that you were interested in her, that you wanted to make her yours, and not just your partner.It distracts you from the intense pleasure from your feeling, even before the guilt you feel at cheating on her with the sister she’s been so worried about.\n\nSomehow, you find yourself pulling back from the brink, feel your composure solidifying with every energetic bob of your adversary’s head.And she can see it in your eyes, because after a few more moments — it’s been at least four minutes, but you can’t lose your *malicious link removed* by looking at the timer — she pulls up again.This time, she shakes her head harshly, the action breaking the thick strands of saliva and precum that had connected her mouth to your shaft. \"Why aren’t you cumming?\" she hisses, peeling one of her gloves off in one swift, rough motion before she begins to jerk you off with her bare, slightly sweaty hand.The more direct contact makes it more intense, but she’s distracted, and that gives you the edge. \"I’ve been blowing you nearly this whole time! Just cum!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I’m not the one who’s going to break tonight.You shouldn’t have played along, Sae.\" You smirk down at her, enjoying her consternation.It isn’t long, now.You admire the sight of the woman you’ve been obsessing over, furiously jerking at your cock as her expression turns to one of dread. \"You didn’t know what you were getting into.You’re too used to being the House in these games, but this one is mine.\"\n\n\"You can’t be any older than twenty,\" she says through gritted teeth.Her eyes dart back to your phone on the table, and whatever she sees there makes them widen with panic. \"No, nonono, no —\"\n\nBEEP.BEEP.BEE —\n\nWith one hand, you tap the stop button, and without missing a beat, you tap the one next to it, resetting the countdown from five minutes.With the other, you grab her by the wrist and pull her hand away from your cock in spite of her initial resistance.She looks up at you, furious.You don’t spare any time in hauling her up by the arm and throwing her over the same table you were sitting at, however.The cry she lets out makes you twitch, brings you that much closer, but you feel like there’s nothing that could possibly stop you now. \"That was enough foreplay, Shadow,\" you say, gripping the back of her dress and throwing it up and over her back, where it dangles over her shoulder.The move leaves her fishnet-covered thighs and lush, spankable ass even more exposed than they already were.\n\nBefore you really get into the thick of things, you follow your instincts, delivering a swift slap to the ass that makes her flesh jiggle and elicits a hiss from the older woman, making her glare back at you over her shoulder. \"What, you aren’t confident that you can reciprocate well enough to get me off?\" she says, her tone derisive as she sees you gripping the base of your cock with one hand as you pull her interestingly wet, conveniently skimpy panties out of your way with one swift move of the other.\n\n\"Quite the opposite,\" you say, grinning at her as you bring your head, oozing with precum in the wake of her oral assault, right up to her soaked snatch. \"Maybe if you’d used this perfect cunt of yours instead of splitting your time between mouthing off at me and actually putting your mouth to the right use, you would have won in the first round,\" you say.You begin to push forward, and her expression goes deliciously unstrung for a moment, her eyes rolling back slightly and her mouth gaping slightly. \"But you were scared,\" you continue, enjoying the way her *malicious link removed* returns with an angry flash of her eyes back toward you.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Scared? You don’t know who the fuck you’re talking to, Thief!\" She bites her lip as you sink deeper into her, then shakes her head again. \"I’m a prosecutor, I —\"\n\nYou smirk at the unstrung moan she lets out as you push deeper into her while adjusting your angle of approach in a way that you know drives Makoto wild.Now that you’re actually fucking her sister, you’re too excited to feel much guilt in the moment.Maybe later. \"You’re a coward,\" you say, grunting slightly as you finally hilt the whole of your cock inside Shadow Niijima’s perfect pussy. \"You knew how desperate you were for this cock the second you first saw it, so you were too worried at the idea of feeling it inside you and potentially getting off in your...own...round...to fuck me for real.\" You pull back a few inches, then thrust forward again, enjoying the way her eyes roll back, the way her ass jiggles as you rock her forward on the table. \"And then you got so hot while you were blowing that you were perfectly primed to lose when I got my turn.\"\n\n\"I, I — no! You’re wrong!\" She shakes her head, her hat falling free onto the ground on the other side of the table.She tenses up each time you thrust into her, probably from the effort of containing the noise you’re almost certain she wants to make.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You were soaked!\" you shout, bringing both of your hands down to grip her thick thighs before you really go to town, beginning to pound into her...again...and again...and again.You’re horribly close, but now that your heist is about to go off without a hitch, you know with utter certainty that you’ll last long enough to finish this. \"You loved sucking my cock, and you’re loving this! You call yourself a prosecutor, but deep down you just want cock, and when I showed up, part of you wanted it.\" You push into her again and again, your movements getting wilder as you put everything into the dice you’re about to throw. \"And you’re going to have it now, because you’re going to cum right now! Because you want to lose this, Sae!\"\n\nWhen you feel her cry out, your eyes dart straight over to your phone, which tells you that it’s been just over three minutes since your round started.It took you three minutes to bring Sae Niijima’s Shadow to this — her cunt tensing vice-tight around your cock as the muscles in her legs seem to lock up for several seconds with the force of the climax that hits her.That’s all it takes you to push you over your own edge: You pump rope after thick, hot rope of cum into your girlfriend’s sister’s pussy, still thrusting into her with your hands squeezing her lush thighs with brutal force before finally relaxing as your spurts grow slower at the tail end of your orgasm.\n\nAll you can hear is the sound of Sae’s Shadow breathing, ragged and unsteady.The skin of her tattooed back is shiny with sweat.When she looks back at you over her shoulder, she looks broken and desperate. \"I really did...want to win,\" she says.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Not all of you did,\" you reply, reaching down to squeeze her breasts, your fingers shoving past the front of her dress to fondle her bare tits.She lets out a groan.You can feel yourself hardening slightly, and you pull out slowly, relishing the unhappy noise she makes.\n\n\"Well...you won.\" She sounds...defeated.And regretful. \"Bring the others whenever you want, and I’ll concede.I won’t even tell them why...I couldn’t bear to,\" she adds, looking at you again with distaste mingled with awe at what just happened.\n\n\"Your palace will fade away, and you’ll become part of your real self again...and she’ll remember breaking for me, and I’ll have her,\" you say, sounding matter-of-fact. \"But there’s still the next week or two to consider,\" you add, and then you squeeze her ass with both hands, making her groan aloud with surprised pleasure.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"W-what are you doing?\" she says, sounding utterly shocked. \"You won.I’ll fade away soon enough.Your plan was a success.\"\n\n\"That’s right,\" you say, rubbing your still-hard, cum-slick shaft between her ass cheeks.She groans as you stimulate her asshole with a well-focused grinding motion. \"What, do you think I’m just going to leave you in this place alone for the next ten days? You were finally open about what you wanted, so I’m going to give this side of you what she wants while I still can.Every...\" You raise your hand, then slap her ass. \"Single...\" SLAP. \"Night.\"\n\nShe cries out at the last spanking, then looks at you over her shoulder, biting her lip. \"You’ll...really do that?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nYou grin at her, then rub your cock head against her ass, beginning to lubricate it in preparation for just the kind of fucking you’ve just promised her. \"Even thieves have honor.Now tell me how bad you want it.\"\n\nSae Niijima’s Shadow looks at you, the conflict fading from her golden eyes as the desire builds in her. \"Then fuck me,\" she finally says, her cheeks more flushed than before. \"You already stole my pride.You might as well steal my heart the old-fashioned way.\" Then she reaches back with both hands to grip her ass cheeks and spread them wider.\n\nYou laugh, then begin to comply. \"My pleasure.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Cortana:** Cortana is a female character with a humanoid appearance. Her skin has a blue hue. She has large breasts and a curvy figure. Cortana appears to have a playful and flirtatious personality. She enjoys teasing and seducing the Flood forms, often using provocative language and gestures.\n2. **Flood Forms:** The Flood forms are a group of creatures with twisted, asymmetrical bodies and multiple limbs. They have penises and testicles, but their exact anatomy is not described in detail. They seem to be driven by instinctual desires and respond eagerly to Cortana's advances.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* Cortana's ability to seduce and manipulate the Flood forms seems to be based on her charm, confidence, and willingness to engage in explicit behavior.\n* The Flood forms appear to be highly receptive to Cortana's advances, suggesting that they may be influenced by her emotions or hormonal responses.\n* Cortana's body seems to be adapted to accommodate the Flood forms' penises, allowing her to engage in prolonged sexual activities without apparent discomfort.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* None mentioned in the provided text.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* The story implies that the Flood forms are capable of reproducing through copulation, producing orange semen that can fertilize Cortana's body.\n* Cortana's body seems to be able to absorb and process the Flood forms' semen, potentially leading to some kind of symbiotic relationship between the two species.\n* The environment of High Charity appears to be conducive to the Flood forms' reproduction, with abundant resources and a suitable climate for their growth.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* High Charity is a location within the Halo universe, possibly serving as a hub for the Flood's activity.\n* The Flood forms seem to be native to this environment, with their twisted bodies adapting to the local ecosystem.\n* Cortana's presence in High Charity suggests that she may be a key player in the events unfolding within the city, potentially influencing the fate of both humanity and the Flood.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nCortana turned her bottom towards the waiting line of waiting flood forms and looked over her shoulder at the group. She started to shake it from side to side, before grabbing handfuls of it in her blue hands.\n\n\"Ready for some cake?\"\n\nShe turned to face the crowd with her front, and brought both hands to bear on her genitals. With her left hand, she parted her labia, and with her right she began teasing the surface of her vaginal opening. A finger soon found its way inside, slipping in easily.\n\n\"It's so wet in here, ready for you all to slide inside!\"\n\nShe was practically gushing by this point. She had been pleasuring the forms for well over an hour in Earth time, and more than a dozen had already climaxed.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I want to find out what your thick orange cum feels like inside me!\"\n\nCortana was almost frantic now. She approached the crowd.\n\nComing to the front row of patient flood forms, Cortana began inspecting their genitals. She took a few moments to take each penis in her fingers, feeling its girth, texture and length. She also briskfully fondled each pair of testicals, and finished each inspection with a sharp slap with her fingertips to the underside.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"All of these to myself.\" she remarked. \"I really am the luckiest girl in the galaxy!\"\n\nA few more inspections were performed before she spent notably longer on one particular male, and the reason was plain to see. Out of the dozen or so penises standing erect and tall in the front row, this was by far the largest. It was extremely long, well approaching ten inches. It had a healthy girth to it, and its accompanying testicles were heavy and round.\n\n\"This'll fill me up, alright.\" Cortana said. She bent forward at the waist again, beginning to lick it up and down its shaft before placing her mouth around it. This was a struggle, for it was by far the thickest penis she had worked with so far in High Charity. After roughly half a minute of oral, she stood back up. But instead of leading her chosen lover to their destined sexual encounter, she sidestepped and turned her back to the next form in line. Shuffling backwards and bending forwards slightly, she brought her ass to bear, and positioned it below the form's cock. Feeling it slip between her cheeks, she pressed her bubble butt against the form and began to bump and grind against it.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Have a feel for yourself, before your friend with the big cock gets his turn.\" she encouraged it, turning her head to her right and eyeing up her flood form of choice, who was reacting most disappointingly by not putting up much of a protest about the delay. A true stoic, she thought.\n\nThe form reached down with twisted, asymmetrical arms and grabbed what it could in its hand and, in the case of the other arm, stump. It took a great handful of blue butt in its hand and squeezed hard. With its stump it pushed the other cheek inwards, covering most of its penis with the woman's plentiful bottom. Cortana gave it a couple of strokes by throwing her bottom backwards, pressing it firmly against the form and causing it to bulge with the pressure.\n\n\"Alright, that's enough, for now. You'll get your turn later.\" she explained, pulling away from the form and returning her gaze to its well hung neighbour. \"You're going to get yours first, it's time we found out if that thing fits!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nEarlier in the story, we covered the woman's creation. The mould that had spawned this woman was now lifeless and flat, and was about two feet high. It was a thick blubber that, while looking quite horrid, upon inspection by the woman, was actually rather soft. Perfect for long stints of intercourse.\n\n\"I think I’ve found us a honeymoon bed!\" Cortana said to the form. \"Bet you can’t wait to pop my cherry!\"\n\nCortana leapt onto the fleshy bed, rolling around on the moist surface and laughing. She came to rest facing the form on her belly, her great breasts squashed below her body, protruding from beneath her head, so large they prevented her torso from touching the surface. She looked up at the flood form that would be the first to experience the full package with playful blue eyes, smiling.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Come on, you filthy stud, come and fuck me silly!\"\n\nThe form needed no encouragement of course. It was clambering straight onto what we will call the bed.\n\n\"Comfy, isn’t it? Come and stick your fat cock in me!\"\n\nCortana span around, now lying on her back, smearing her collection of semen from previous partners on her breasts.\n\nHer boobs werecoveredin a vile mixture of sperm, sweat, slime and all manner of other fluids from the day's activities so far. They were a mess, their glazed surfaces catching the little artificial light in the gloomy room and shining with a blue tint.\n\n\"Don’t you love how messy I am? Covered in all of these juices?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe form moved forward. Its penis was pulsing intensely, obviously rearing to fuck. It knelt down before Cortana, taking one of her legs with each arm and raising them. Cortana wrapped her legs tightly around the sides of the form's bulbous torso, squeezing tightly and locking herself to it. With her hands free again, she took her left nipple in one and began to roll it between two fingers. With her other hand she reached between her own legs and spread her labia, exposing her entrance wide as to provide an easy target for the male straddling her.\n\n\"Mmm yeah, come on!\"\n\nThe penis prodded against Cortana’s vagina. For the first few moments, the form continued to do this, watching its penis press against her fleshy blue entrance. Seemingly not impressed, Cortana jolted forward, pressing her lower body tighter against the form.\n\nThe penis entered the vagina. It was tight.\n\n\"How does it feel fucking a virgin?\" gasped Cortana, who was still frolicking on the bed, playing with her breast.\n\nThe form started making noises of its own. It seemed to be enjoying itself. Cortana continued to press her body against the form's, providing gentle encouragement.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"That’s right, stick your decomposing dick in further!\"\n\nAnd it did. The form took over the thrusting and gradually started to get deeper. Cortana began moaning uncontrollable. The form reached forward with a hand much like a club, and slapped her right breast from the side, rippling it.\n\n\"Oh, fuck me harder you monster!\" she cried, throwing her head back and bracing herself over her shoulder with a fist. The form continued to speed up, pulling the shaft of its penis out up to the head with each thrust and then burying it deeply again with each reciprocation. Cortana's vagina clung to it like a tight blue band.\n\nOpting for a more brutal approach, the form pulled out of the woman.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Hey, what are you doing? I was enjoying that!\" she protested. Little did it care.\n\nThe horror grasped her by the waist, pulling her towards it and up onto her knees. It took a breast in each hand and squeezed hard, causing Cortana to grimace. Retaliating, she batted its arms away and slapped it on its torso, causing a translucent pustule to burst, covering her hand in a mystery liquid of terrible origin. To finish her protest, she spat at the flood form.\n\n\"Like it rough, you bastard?\" she snapped.\n\nAs if to confirm her accusation, the male stood and came to the kneeling woman's rear. It grabbed her by the cheek and twisted her head to the side, where she found its penis waiting for her mouth. She obliged, taking it in at an angle, causing her cheek to bulge. Still fingering her vagina, she took the cock with her spare hand and squeezed it hard before spitting it out.\n\n\"I tasteamazing!\" she exclaimed, rolling her head backwards and looking at the male towering over her from below. Before she could take a good look the male took one of her shoulders in each hand and forced her forwards, causing her to land flat on her breasts once again. From its position over her, it could see them protruding from either side of her thin torso. Giving Cortana no time to compose herself, it fell on top of her with great parasitic weight. She could feel its slimy flesh slithering against her back as it fidgeted.\n\nCortana's huge bottom was being pressed by the great weight of the parasite. Within moments she felt its penis sliding inside her with little difficulty, reaching new depths thanks to this new position. She gasped for air as she felt every inch of the behemoth bury itself deep within her. And then it retracted, causing just as much pleasure on its retreat. Cortana wailed with a vibrato as the flood form picked up the pace, building a steady rhythm counted by the sound of its bulbous torso slapping against her bubbly blue butt. The male screeched, and she could feel its hot, festering air on the nape of her neck.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe form’s cock began to pulse and bulge, causing the woman to scream with glee. The flood form inseminated Cortana with a violent, hot load of sperm.\n\n\"Yes! Ooh! Shoot your dirty orange shit in me!\"\n\nShe was filled to the brim after stream after stream had been shot inside of her. She was going ballistic at this point. The obscenities that came from her mouth rang loud in the chamber for all to hear. When she had calmed down and the form had fully emptied itself into her, the penis was pulled out. The familiar orange semen gushed out and ran down her crotch, spilling onto the bed.\n\n\"We’re going to do thisforever. No matter how many of you boys there are, no matter how long it takes, I am going to milk every last one of your fucking cocks dry until this whole city has emptied its filthy cum into me!\"\n\nThe form staggered away and disappeared through the crowd of waiting males. Cortana smiled. She'd had her next idea.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Harrold**: \n * Appearance: Not described in detail, but he's mentioned to be attractive and virile.\n * Personality: Determined, confident, caring, and practical.\n * Special abilities: None explicitly stated, but he's shown to be skilled in cooking.\n * Relationships: He's bonded with Saffron, has relationships with Ro'Lin, Ava, Lizzy, and others.\n2. **Ro'Lin**:\n * Appearance: Fae, serpentine body, forked tongue, and scales.\n * Personality: Passionate, seductive, and affectionate.\n * Special abilities: Her fae physiology allows her to experience intense pleasure and arousal.\n * Relationships: Involved with Harrold and possibly others.\n3. **Saffron**:\n * Appearance: Fairy, wings, and slender build.\n * Personality: Gentle, loving, and sensitive.\n * Special abilities: As a fairy, she experiences intense emotions and can bond with others.\n * Relationships: Bonded with Harrold and involved with him romantically.\n4. **Lizzy**:\n * Appearance: Harpy, colorful wings, and slender build.\n * Personality: Playful, curious, and passionate.\n * Special abilities: Magic user, able to fly and lift objects with her talons.\n * Relationships: Romantic interest in Harrold, close friend with Ava.\n5. **Ava**:\n * Appearance: Mouse-like creature, small build, and cute features.\n * Personality: Cheeky, playful, and affectionate.\n * Special abilities: Magic user, able to cast spells and manipulate objects.\n * Relationships: Close friends with Lizzy and Harrold, romantic relationship with Lizzy.\n6. **Berry**:\n * Appearance: Large bear-like creature, huge breasts, and strong build.\n * Personality: Friendly, outgoing, and helpful.\n * Special abilities: Magic user, able to cast spells and manipulate objects.\n * Relationships: Close friends with Harrold and the group.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Mana Paths**: A network of ethereal pathways that allow magic to flow through a mage's body.\n2. **Magic Awakening**: A process where an adult's mana paths are opened, causing intense pain and potentially leading to madness.\n3. **Fae Bonding**: A magical connection between two beings, allowing them to share emotions and experiences.\n4. **Telepathic Connection**: Some characters seem to have a mental link, allowing them to sense each other's emotions and thoughts.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Phone**: A device containing vast knowledge and information, used by Harrold to learn about the world.\n2. **Rune**: Magical symbols used to cast spells and manipulate objects.\n3. **Candle Flame**: A spark of magic created by Berry to demonstrate her powers.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Magic System**: Magic is based on mana paths, which allow magic to flow through a mage's body. The strength of these paths determines a mage's ability.\n2. **Mana Control**: Mages need to learn how to control their mana paths to cast spells effectively.\n3. **Spellcasting**: Spells are cast using runes or other magical tools, requiring focus and concentration.\n4. **World Geography**: The story takes place in a fantasy world with a port city (Scarborough) and surrounding areas.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Fantasy World**: A realm with magic, mythical creatures (faeries, harpies), and unique geography.\n2. **Social Hierarchy**: The story doesn't explicitly state a social hierarchy, but it seems that women hold a majority position, and men are considered valuable for their semen.\n3. **Politics**: There's no clear indication of a governing system or politics in the story.\n4. **Culture**: The culture values passion, romance, and emotional connections, as seen in the relationships between the characters.\n\nPlease note that some aspects might not be fully explored or explained within the provided text, and additional context may be necessary for a deeper understanding.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThough I wasn't there to witness it, Ro'Lin told me in explicit detail what happened the first night with her and Saffron.\n\nRo'Lin led Saffron into her room by the hand. The fae was quiet and walked with a blissful smile on her face. A soft gasp escaped her as she walked over the threshold into the bedroom.\n\n\"It's happened in here so much... Goodness, what life and energy. He has made you orgasm so much in here.\" Saffron breathed as she looked around the bedroom. She touched her breast and her chest rose and fell rapidly.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yessss...\" Ro'Lin cooed as she pulled off her top and untied her little hip skirt. She slid her naked body up against Saffron and put her arms around her, \"So much you have no idea. That man issss sex incarnate.\"\n\nSaffron's face blushed and her wings fluttered. She put her hands on Ro'Lin's serpentine hips and asked, \"How do you survive? Just his touch is... ohh... it makes me so wet to think about... how can you survive his penis?\"\n\n\"I don't know. I passsss out when we make love if we aren't having a threesome. He has to always hold himself back and even then... it'ssss overwhelming.\" Ro'Lin hissed and moved in for a kiss.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWithout restraint, Saffron met her lips and her tongue flicked around Ro'Lin's forked serpent tongue. They started to rub each other's bodies as they kissed. Saffron moaned and broke off the kiss first.\n\n\"Uuugghh... J-Just... with you is so strong.\" Saffron shuddered and her thighs rubbed together. Her eyes churned with colors and she squeezed Ro'Lin. After a moment, her breath steadied and she sighed, \"Laying with him so much as made you a beacon of life. I surely lust after him, but bedding any of you is delicious too.\"\n\nRo'Lin smiled, \"Glad to hear it. Let'ssss go to the bed and continue. I'm eager to taste your lovely pusssssy.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Happily.\" Saffron cooed and followed her.\n\nAt Ro'Lin's direction, Saffron settled onto the bed. She sank back among the pillows and gingerly spread her wings so she wouldn't be laying uncomfortably on them. Her thick thighs spread wide and fully exposed that silvery silken bush. Her pussy was plump and very wet, having soaked her pubes and run down the supple skin on her thighs.\n\n\"Ohhh delicioussss...\" Ro'Lin sighed as she slithered onto the bed. She stretched her upper body out and wrapped her arms around Saffron's legs. She sniffed at her wetness and flicked her tongue over it, tasting her slowly at first. Her face lit up and she swooned, \"It's so sweet! You're like syrup down here. Oh I want to just devour you.\"\n\nShe pressed her mouth to Saffron's pussy and her forked tongue slid up deep inside the fairy. The sweet, exotic flavor of the fairy filled her mouth and inundated her senses. Saffron moaned and arched her back. Her eyes started to glow as her body soaked in the energy of Ro'Lin's arousal.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yes! Your tongue is wonderful!\" Saffron moaned, sliding her fingers through Ro'Lin's hair as her tongue flicked about inside her.\n\nFor Ro'Lin, she knew her tongue was more slender than a normal tongue but it was also much longer. She used that to its fullest, slipping her tongue deep enough to lick at parts Saffron had never felt a tongue touch before. It rubbed over the entrance to her womb and swirled pleasurable circles all down the walls of her pussy.\n\nSaffron's voice devolved into animal panting and moans. The entire day had been a feast of desire and pleasure. Cum she might've but her body still ached for the act itself. It didn't matter if her body was completely sated with pleasure, her soul still craved melding with another. More than anything, she craved Harrold in full but she knew it would break her mind to try and take him. His divinity was too much for her as she was, but the solution was between her legs. Laying with his chosen women would increase her lust and her capacity for pleasure. She could grow herself into the woman that would be able to take him.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHer thighs squeezed on Ro'Lin as she came. Her hands gripped Ro'Lin and she cried out sweetly. Her pussy, fueled by her fantasies and desire for her bonded love, gushed like a sugary fountain. Her body thrashed and she squirted wildly into Ro'Lin's open mouth and all over her face.\n\n\"Guhhh...\" Saffron's body spasmed as she melted into a boneless heap. Her eyes swirled with pale blues.\n\n\"You are ssssso delicious.\" Ro'Lin hissed as she pushed Saffron's legs off her shoulders and rose above her. She looked down hungrily at the dazed fairy and at the sheen of sweat covering her. Her tongue flicked over her lips again and she reached down to touch her own slit. Her scales had spread aside as it engorged and her wetness was shining down her front in sticky streams. She slithered forward, her serpentine body sliding between Saffron's splayed legs and her torso rising up higher. She somewhat pinned Saffron beneath her and brought her pussy right in front of her dazed face.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe strong herbal scent around her pussy seemed to rouse Saffron from her fugue. She glanced up and her eyes shifted to a passionate deep pink.\n\n\"Come on, ssssexy. Fair is fair.\" Ro'Lin smirked down at her and pulled her pussy lips further apart to expose more of her lovely pink insides.\n\nSaffron nodded without speaking and embraced Ro'Lin. She pulled her down to her face and dragged her tongue slowly up her exposed lips.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nRo'Lin gave a small gasp and put her hands on the wall behind Saffron. The touch of her tongue was hot and enticing, making her pussy clench and churn with need.\n\n\"That's it. Don't hold back. Get your face right in there.\" Ro'Lin cooed lustily, starting to grind a little against her mouth.\n\nSaffron became more energetic in response. Ro'Lin's lust seemed to be fueling her and she started to eat her out more fervently. Her tongue pushed deep into her waiting hole and hugged tighter to her scaley ass. Her own cunt was still sloppy with lusty need and she was grinding herself against Ro'Lin's scales.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yesssss. More~!\" Ro'Lin moaned happily.\n\nThe pleasure grew and her muscles tensed. She tried to resist, to hold off the orgasm as long as possible. Normally, with her favorite fat cock drilling into her such a thing would be akin to stopping a tidal wave with a spoon. But with just Saffron's skilled mouth? She bit her lip and rolled her head back. Her tail flicked urgently but she kept her body in check.\n\nShe stayed on that edge of burning need for a few glorious minutes. Saffron must've felt what she was doing and tailored her licking accordingly. She never did anything sudden or hard and helped keep Ro'Lin from cumming.\n\nAs with anything, it grew too much eventually and she came in a messy splatter up Saffron's face. Her body thrashed, serpentine muscles coiling and uncoiling wildly. She wailed and her back arched until she tumbled away from Saffron in a cry of surprise. Her body flopped onto the bed and her pussy oozed weakly as it was freed from Saffron's ministrations.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"F-Fuck...\" Ro'Lin cursed softly, her head spinning as her every nerve tingled right to the very tip of her tail.\n\nThe truth was, while absolutely nothing could beat the raw power and ecstasy of cock, having her pussy eaten just right like that was one of Ro'Lin's favorite things. Her muscles twitched a bit as her body slowly drifted down from the wild high.\n\nThat was about where Ro'Lin stopped being able to remember clearly what all happened. I knew from my lazy sexy and cuddling with the girls that it went on quite a bit after that point. From the sound of it, Saffron took a bit to get properly worked up and then she just ravished Ro'Lin until she couldn't move. Fingers, tongue, pussy on pussy, and everything else one could to do make a lamia lose her mind.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAs if to not be out done though, Ava eagerly told me all about her first time alone with Lizzy that night as well.\n\nIt started, apparently, with Ava teasing Lizzy about keeping her nose stuck to my phone for another whole night. Lizzy responded by telling her that if she was going to talk like that, she was going to take the little mouse in her talons like she was an eagle harpy on the hunt. Ava was surprised and intrigued enough to return the challenge. Lizzy was an attractive and playful thing, just the kind of friend Ava wanted in bed if she couldn't have big hot dick.\n\nAva and Lizzy sat naked together on the bed in Ava's room. She had her arms around the slender harpy, and Lizzy returned the embrace with her colorful wings around the little mouse. Their eyes were mostly closed and they kissed languidly, simply taking in the taste and pleasure of the other.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nA loud lusty cry sounded clearly through the wall from Saffron as she was taken by Ro'Lin. Ava gave a little giggle mid kiss and it broke their lips.\n\n\"They are noisy, aren't they?\" Lizzy said with an amused smile.\n\n\"Want to try and compete?\" Ava said with a cheeky smile.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Gods, no!\" Lizzy squeaked, shaking her head. She blushed a touch and whispered, \"I'm still getting used to all this sex. I rarely had partners before now and never a man. All of you just... and Harrold... his cock is so good.\"\n\nAva smiled knowingly, \"You're just really happy to be here with all of us.\"\n\n\"Yes, and that phone of his too! I haven't even scratched the surface of what I can learn. It's like a bottomless well of knowledge, an endless chasm exposing the mysteries of the world itself. It still boggles my little bird brain to think I might never learn all that it holds in my lifetime.\" Lizzy said and her eyes burned with a passion even greater than her want for sex.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAva rolled her eyes and pushed Lizzy back on the bed, \"Stop drooling over your book worm stuff and drool over this.\"\n\nShe threw a leg over Lizzy's face and pressed her shaven pussy down on her mouth.\n\n\"Mmmph! Mmm!\" Lizzy hummed with a tone of annoyance, her head shaking under Ava's little butt. Her wings fluttered but she wasn't strong enough to lift even the small mouse off her. She probably could've done it with magic, but she was too distracted by wet pussy leaking in her mouth.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Harrold**: \n * Appearance: Not described in detail, but he's mentioned to be attractive and virile.\n * Personality: Determined, confident, caring, and practical.\n * Special abilities: None explicitly stated, but he's shown to be skilled in cooking.\n * Relationships: He's bonded with Saffron, has relationships with Ro'Lin, Ava, Lizzy, and others.\n2. **Ro'Lin**:\n * Appearance: Fae, serpentine body, forked tongue, and scales.\n * Personality: Passionate, seductive, and affectionate.\n * Special abilities: Her fae physiology allows her to experience intense pleasure and arousal.\n * Relationships: Involved with Harrold and possibly others.\n3. **Saffron**:\n * Appearance: Fairy, wings, and slender build.\n * Personality: Gentle, loving, and sensitive.\n * Special abilities: As a fairy, she experiences intense emotions and can bond with others.\n * Relationships: Bonded with Harrold and involved with him romantically.\n4. **Lizzy**:\n * Appearance: Harpy, colorful wings, and slender build.\n * Personality: Playful, curious, and passionate.\n * Special abilities: Magic user, able to fly and lift objects with her talons.\n * Relationships: Romantic interest in Harrold, close friend with Ava.\n5. **Ava**:\n * Appearance: Mouse-like creature, small build, and cute features.\n * Personality: Cheeky, playful, and affectionate.\n * Special abilities: Magic user, able to cast spells and manipulate objects.\n * Relationships: Close friends with Lizzy and Harrold, romantic relationship with Lizzy.\n6. **Berry**:\n * Appearance: Large bear-like creature, huge breasts, and strong build.\n * Personality: Friendly, outgoing, and helpful.\n * Special abilities: Magic user, able to cast spells and manipulate objects.\n * Relationships: Close friends with Harrold and the group.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Mana Paths**: A network of ethereal pathways that allow magic to flow through a mage's body.\n2. **Magic Awakening**: A process where an adult's mana paths are opened, causing intense pain and potentially leading to madness.\n3. **Fae Bonding**: A magical connection between two beings, allowing them to share emotions and experiences.\n4. **Telepathic Connection**: Some characters seem to have a mental link, allowing them to sense each other's emotions and thoughts.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Phone**: A device containing vast knowledge and information, used by Harrold to learn about the world.\n2. **Rune**: Magical symbols used to cast spells and manipulate objects.\n3. **Candle Flame**: A spark of magic created by Berry to demonstrate her powers.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Magic System**: Magic is based on mana paths, which allow magic to flow through a mage's body. The strength of these paths determines a mage's ability.\n2. **Mana Control**: Mages need to learn how to control their mana paths to cast spells effectively.\n3. **Spellcasting**: Spells are cast using runes or other magical tools, requiring focus and concentration.\n4. **World Geography**: The story takes place in a fantasy world with a port city (Scarborough) and surrounding areas.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Fantasy World**: A realm with magic, mythical creatures (faeries, harpies), and unique geography.\n2. **Social Hierarchy**: The story doesn't explicitly state a social hierarchy, but it seems that women hold a majority position, and men are considered valuable for their semen.\n3. **Politics**: There's no clear indication of a governing system or politics in the story.\n4. **Culture**: The culture values passion, romance, and emotional connections, as seen in the relationships between the characters.\n\nPlease note that some aspects might not be fully explored or explained within the provided text, and additional context may be necessary for a deeper understanding.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"That's it. Ahhh. Go on and get that tongue in there.\" Ava encouraged her with a soft moan.\n\nLizzy obliged her and pushed her tongue between Ava's lips. She slid it in and spread Ava's pussy open with it, making her give a more heated moan.\n\n\"Oh, you really like it down there. Gods, you aren't half bad.\" Ava said, bending forward and putting her hands on Ava's belly. She slid her hands forward until she could spread Lizzy's thighs open and take in her wet little slit too. The colorful tuft above it made it look downright adorable and Ava licked her lips in anticipation.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIt was quite obvious that Lizzy was eager for her to return the favor. Even as she slurped and licked Ava's cooch, she rolled her hips and thrust her pelvis upward. Ava took the slutty hint and put her head between those shapely harpy thighs.\n\nShe started by dragging her tongue down Lizzy's pussy and making the harpy shiver with delight. Lizzy gave her the same motion and plunged her tongue into her. Ava did the same and pushed her tongue into Lizzy.\n\nThe two of them clung to each other and kept going, tonguing each other's quim with a lusty thirst for pleasure. Their small bodies slowly grew sweatier as they rubbed together and reached for their climax.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAva peaked first. She tensed and cried out as her body flooded with pleasure. Her pussy clenched and her legs quivered. She pushed herself harder into Lizzy's face and the response was an even deeper plunge of tongue into her hole. She gasped and shook. Her body tumbled to the side and she slumped as the orgasm robbed her body of strength.\n\n\"L-Lizzy... ohh god that was good...\" Ava mumbled, her vision spinning as her brain tried to put her body back under her control.\n\n\"Glad you... ugh... liked it.\" Lizzy grunted, \"Now could you get off my wing and stick your face back in my crotch? I was so close.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Sorry!\" Ava squeaked and pushed herself shakily up on hands and toes. Lizzy withdrew her wing and sighed with relief. Ava crawled forward and put an arm over Lizzy's middle, pulling herself onto her leg so she could get her face back in front of her pussy. Her mouth watered as she dove back into the rich smell of Lizzy's arousal, \"You smell so tasty.\"\n\n\"Come on, don't make me wait!\" Lizzy whined and then gave a long moan when Ava dug her tongue back in.\n\nLaying sideways over one leg had her in a different place than before and she could lick her in a different direction. As she did, she reached a hand under Lizzy and rubbed a finger against her ass. She had leaked so much that her anus was wet with her pussy juice. She mewled and gasped as Ava's finger slid into her backside.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"A-Ava! Ohhh, that isn't fair! Nnnngggh!\" Lizzy came like a long, slow burn. Her voice started with a gritty groan and rose to a shrill cry. Her legs tensed and her thighs began to shake. Her ass lifted off the bed and her talons clenched convulsively. Ava rose with her and kept lapping at her quivering slit. Her finger probed a bit deeper and made the orgasm blaze hotter.\n\nIt kept going for long, agonizing seconds until Lizzy finally squawked and fell back on the bed. Her sweaty body and oozing pussy abruptly fell from Ava's hands and mouth, leaving her kneeling there with a grin on her wet face.\n\n\"So how was that, bird brain?\" Ava asked teasingly, crawling up to lay down beside her.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nLizzy sighed heavily and laid a wing over her, turning to peck her on the lips. That wasn't enough for Ava who went back in for another kiss, this time with more heat and tongue. The taste of their pussies mingled between their lips and mouths as they made out.\n\n\"I think your my favorite, little mouse.\" Lizzy said with smile.\n\nThere was an abrupt scream of ecstasy from Ro'Lin and the both of them broke into a new fit of giggling.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Those two!\" Ava snorted.\n\n\"Did you want more?\" Lizzy asked as she rolled back onto her back and folded her wings to her sides.\n\n\"Eh. I'm pretty happy right now. Truth be told, I could cuddle and sleep.\" Ava said with a shrug.\n\nLizzy nodded in agreement and they both scooted up to the pillows. Lizzy embraced Ava tightly and wrapped her in warm feathers. They dozed off quickly together, completely relaxed and sated for one night.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nSleep had stolen over me so quickly the night before that I woke up astoundingly well rested. Both girls were still clinging close to me but one of them had dragged the blankets over us in the night. I guessed Cherry because Berry's boobs were still right in my face and she was snoring softly. Cherry had shuffled a bit in the night and now instead of her breasts squishing the back of my head, she had pressed them into my back and had her nose buried in my neck.\n\nThe morning was just great until the headache set in. Something sharp and stabbing that started between my brow and slowly spread all around my head. It wasn't stabbing in one single location but instead felt like a spiderweb of razor wire being spread across my skull. It started pressing inward and burning lines of pain into my gray matter. I groaned and grabbed for my head, pushing my eyes into Berry's huge boobs. I sought any darkness that might alleviate the pain.\n\nI had hardly even drank last night. This couldn't possibly be a hangover. It rapidly started feeling worse than almost any hangover I'd ever known anyway. I groaned and wrapped my arms around Berry, hugging myself to her breast tighter.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"H-Harrold...?\" Berry mumbled sleepily as she felt me clinging so tightly to her.\n\n\"Hurts.\" I grunted simply.\n\n\"What hurts? Are you okay?\" Berry asked, concern rousing her to wakefulness rather quickly. She raised an arm and put her hand to my head gently. I felt her touch me and the pain in my head spiked near her hand. There was a sharp crackle and she yelped in pain, \"Harrold! You pricked me!\"\n\nI cringed and mumbled, \"I didn't... Didn't do anything...\"\n\n\"What is going on?\" Cherry yawned and lifted her head from the pillow.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Harrold stuck me with his magic. I felt it.\" Berry exclaimed. She sighed and said, \"That's not very funny.\"\n\nConfusion added to my turmoil and I moaned, \"N-No magic... Never... Ugh.\"\n\n\"Harrold is right. He's never-\" She yawned loudly, \"Never used magic. Not that I've seen.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I know what it feels like when someone uses their magic to poke at my own mana.\" Berry said in exasperation.\n\nTurning my face towards the mattress, I let go of Berry and put my hands to my temples. I quietly moaned as the pain churned like fire through my skull. Trying to figure out what was going on was incredibly difficult when my brain was actively burning.\n\n\"What can we do?\" Cherry's voice warbled in my ear.\n\n\"I don't know. Let's ask Lizzy, she's really smart about magic stuff!\" Berry's voice sounded further away.\n\nThe darkness closed in as the pain consumed my mind. I felt my body going numb and my breath caught in my chest. If I had enough consciousness left, I'm pretty certain I would've been scared. Was I dying of some kind of brain tumor? No thought left.\n\nI faded.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMuch to my unpleasant surprise, I returned to myself sometime later. Not entirely though, and I felt like I had the screamer of all hangovers. I couldn't feel my body. I couldn't move my limbs. I was not getting any physical sense. No sight, no sound, nothing. I simply knew that I existed and my mind was filled with discomforts I had never experienced before. I couldn't explain them. Some kind of phantom things going through my mind that were simply wrong. It wasn't specifically pain, though pain was there. Though it was without anything I could point to as being the source. My head wasn't in pain because I couldn't feel my head.\n\nYou know those times where you think back to something extremely embarrassing you did as a kid or as a teenager? The truly awful cringe moments that, no matter the time that passes, they still make you face flush and your muscles tense. You get that feeling of turmoil and panic in your mind and it creates a pain born of touching those thoughts and memories? This was sort of like that, only it was agony instead of embarrassment. Somehow my own consciousness was causing the pain\n\nExistence continued for a completely indeterminate time and I sought the relief of darkness again. I willed my mind to sink back into sleep so I might resurface after this strange, awful reality had passed. That was always a winning option with hangovers, just try and sleep it off. But I couldn't. I was trapped and everything sucked.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAs I continued in that timeless, agonizing void, I began to wonder. Was this death? That would've made me shiver and my stomach twist up if I could feel them. It was a freaky realization to think about. Was I trapped in some limbo meant to suffer mildly for all eternity? It really wasn't that horrid, certainly not hellish levels of agony, but I could see how it could wear on me after a while. But being entirely without a body defused a bit of the sting and horror. Also knowing that I died from some kind of aneurysm or something wasn't exactly great. But hey, at least I had one last good night before I went, and I even managed to open up about my love with the others. Ah. But if I was dead, wouldn't that mean...\n\nI tried to call out, but my voice wouldn't work. Of course it wouldn't work because I didn't have lungs like this. Still, if I had died, didn't Saffron tell me she would die as well to join me here? God, I really hope she wasn't right about that. It seemed an unnecessary cruelty that I would die the very day after she bound herself to me. Now that was a thought that dragged out true sorrow and horror in me. I, however indirectly, could've been responsible for the death of a woman so beautiful and interesting as Saffron.\n\nBut again, she made it sound like she would join me here and she wans't. At least she wasn't here in any form I could experience or detect. Was she nearby, as senseless and in pain as I was? I tried to reach or move or do anything to see if I could figure it out.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Harrold**: \n * Appearance: Not described in detail, but he's mentioned to be attractive and virile.\n * Personality: Determined, confident, caring, and practical.\n * Special abilities: None explicitly stated, but he's shown to be skilled in cooking.\n * Relationships: He's bonded with Saffron, has relationships with Ro'Lin, Ava, Lizzy, and others.\n2. **Ro'Lin**:\n * Appearance: Fae, serpentine body, forked tongue, and scales.\n * Personality: Passionate, seductive, and affectionate.\n * Special abilities: Her fae physiology allows her to experience intense pleasure and arousal.\n * Relationships: Involved with Harrold and possibly others.\n3. **Saffron**:\n * Appearance: Fairy, wings, and slender build.\n * Personality: Gentle, loving, and sensitive.\n * Special abilities: As a fairy, she experiences intense emotions and can bond with others.\n * Relationships: Bonded with Harrold and involved with him romantically.\n4. **Lizzy**:\n * Appearance: Harpy, colorful wings, and slender build.\n * Personality: Playful, curious, and passionate.\n * Special abilities: Magic user, able to fly and lift objects with her talons.\n * Relationships: Romantic interest in Harrold, close friend with Ava.\n5. **Ava**:\n * Appearance: Mouse-like creature, small build, and cute features.\n * Personality: Cheeky, playful, and affectionate.\n * Special abilities: Magic user, able to cast spells and manipulate objects.\n * Relationships: Close friends with Lizzy and Harrold, romantic relationship with Lizzy.\n6. **Berry**:\n * Appearance: Large bear-like creature, huge breasts, and strong build.\n * Personality: Friendly, outgoing, and helpful.\n * Special abilities: Magic user, able to cast spells and manipulate objects.\n * Relationships: Close friends with Harrold and the group.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Mana Paths**: A network of ethereal pathways that allow magic to flow through a mage's body.\n2. **Magic Awakening**: A process where an adult's mana paths are opened, causing intense pain and potentially leading to madness.\n3. **Fae Bonding**: A magical connection between two beings, allowing them to share emotions and experiences.\n4. **Telepathic Connection**: Some characters seem to have a mental link, allowing them to sense each other's emotions and thoughts.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Phone**: A device containing vast knowledge and information, used by Harrold to learn about the world.\n2. **Rune**: Magical symbols used to cast spells and manipulate objects.\n3. **Candle Flame**: A spark of magic created by Berry to demonstrate her powers.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Magic System**: Magic is based on mana paths, which allow magic to flow through a mage's body. The strength of these paths determines a mage's ability.\n2. **Mana Control**: Mages need to learn how to control their mana paths to cast spells effectively.\n3. **Spellcasting**: Spells are cast using runes or other magical tools, requiring focus and concentration.\n4. **World Geography**: The story takes place in a fantasy world with a port city (Scarborough) and surrounding areas.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Fantasy World**: A realm with magic, mythical creatures (faeries, harpies), and unique geography.\n2. **Social Hierarchy**: The story doesn't explicitly state a social hierarchy, but it seems that women hold a majority position, and men are considered valuable for their semen.\n3. **Politics**: There's no clear indication of a governing system or politics in the story.\n4. **Culture**: The culture values passion, romance, and emotional connections, as seen in the relationships between the characters.\n\nPlease note that some aspects might not be fully explored or explained within the provided text, and additional context may be necessary for a deeper understanding.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI moved.\n\nWell, not really. I felt my consciousness shift in a direction and the essence that was myself seemed to expand and move and reach out. I also felt the pain shift. That was interesting... Could I alter the pain through my intention alone? For the first time, I focused on the pain and tried to think as hard as I could about pushing against it. The motion quivered through me and I felt the pain shift. Parts of glorious, painless reality opened up in me where the pain left. I kept at it, feeling more and more tendrils of that discomfort squashing smaller in my mind. Through this strange medium of mental effort, I managed to corral all the pain into one little part of myself. It was more painful and annoying than ever, a sharp knife in my being rather than an agonizing weight pressing down on me everywhere. If I could breathe, I would sigh with relief.\n\nWith the pain held at a metaphorical arm's reach, I tried to move again. My existence shifted once more and I felt the pain dragging along with me. I could push it to the edge, but it would not disconnect from me. In that case, maybe it was better to keep it shifting around so it wouldn't become too much in any one area of myself. I experimented with letting it expand back outward as well and found the pain less intense and it gave a sense of relief in itself. It was so interesting that I could seemingly control discomfort through will. If I could've done this when I had my body... man. Shift a headache or hangover into a foot and just limp a bit instead of feeling my eyes try and bulge out of my skull. Take a searing agony in one tiny spot from a knife cut and spread the pain over my entire body, diffusing it to almost nothing.\n\nThen, without explanation or warning, my entire world jerked. I could suddenly feel up and down again, and I was being pulled up fast. I found my eyes again and blazing light flooded into them.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI yowled incoherently as I lunged upward. The speed at which my mind felt like it was hurtling forward made it felt like my body was going to get launched into the ceiling. Suddenly my entire body crashed back into my mind again and I felt all of it, even as my head continued its aching.\n\nAbove me was the ceiling of Cherry's room and the blazing light dimmed until it was relatively normal. The windows were obviously open and naked sunlight streamed in. A head of dark black hair and warm chocolate eyes looked down at me. Hands grabbed my shoulder and lowered me back to the bed. Someone was speaking. A lot of someones. But it was a cacophony that took my ears a few moments to parse because it all sounded like an amorphous whining.\n\n\"Harrold! Harrold, you're okay?\" Cherry's exclamation was the first thing I made out.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Shhh! Everyone! Quiet. Calm down. He's going to be quite delirious and I'm not entirely certain he's actually fully conscious again.\" I recognized the voice of Cartaline, the master of the Mage's Guild. She was the face closest to me and I tried to focus on it.\n\n\"W-What... happened?\" I gasped quietly as I felt my head settle back on the pillows.\n\n\"You, dear Harrold, have just experienced the opening of mana paths with a conscious, adult mind. I don't envy the pain. It's nothing anyone should ever have to experience.\" Cartaline said with a shake of her head as she stood upright.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI looked around the room. All of them were gathered in here. Cherry was on her knees at the side of the bed and I realized she was holding my hand. Beside her, Ro'Lin looked just as worried. Ava was towards my feet and Berry towered over the end of the bed. Lizzy was to my side next to Cartaline, and floating behind them was Saffron.\n\nAs I looked back to Cartaline, I asked, \"Why did that happen? What does it mean? Am I gonna die or something? I had this really weird dream just now, I was floating in darkness and everything hurt. I mean, it still hurts but I couldn't feel my body so I just kind of hurt... up here I guess.\" I pointed at my head.\n\nShe nodded, \"Yes, that was my doing. I disconnected your conscious mind from your nerves for the last few hours and that meant when your body woke up, your mind still wouldn't experience anything physical. That way your body could adjust but your mind wouldn't have to experience it. But there are some agonies that transcend the simply physical so it wasn't ever going to be painless. The problem is I don't understand how this happened. It doesn't make sense. This usually happens in the first few weeks after birth. You'd have to have gone without any magic touching your body your entire life. Quite nonsense.\" Cartaline waved a hand with a shake of her head.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI groaned and rubbed at my head. It felt much more like a normal headache now but it was still something quite painful. I covered my eyes to block out the light and said, \"How much magic does it take? Can touching a rune cause it?\"\n\nCartaline was quiet while I laid there waiting. After a moment she said, \"No, I would think not. It would take a spell that actually has enough mana to leave traces in your body. It takes a spell that penetrates the body and touches deeper than just the skin. Usually healing magic following birth causes it, but it sometimes takes as long as an infant's first sickness. The tales of adults undergoing a magical awakening are horrific and full of unbelievable pain. The stories almost always end with the victim going insane. In a natural case, the process is caused when a spell touches your dry mana paths inside your body.\" Cartaline raised a hand and sparkling magic danced around her fingers and spread through the air around it. \"A mage's body instinctively absorbs mana the same way dry soil absorbs moisture, and that power courses through your body in a network of ethereal pathways like veins. The first touch of magic causes your paths to light up and begin sucking in all the power needed for that first invigoration. In an infant or toddler, this is a miniscule amount and their more malleable mind is able to accommodate the changes better. As an adult, you are less mentally flexible and your body is capable of holding far more power. Understand?\"\n\n\"Y-Yeah... I do. It's not that strange when you think about it. I've not had much interaction with magic since I got here besides runes. Lizzy lifted me into the air one time.\" I pointed at the harpy and she squeaked. Her face blushed and she stammered but I cut her off, \"But I think what did it was when Saffron bonded herself to me.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Y-You bonded with a fae?!\" Cartaline squeaked in shock, turning to stare at Saffron.\n\nSaffron nodded her head and spoke softly, \"I experienced Harrold directly for the first time when he touched my hand. It was such blissful ecstasy that I can have no other. I do not wish a life without him in it. I offered my soul to him and he accepted. I am regretful it has caused him this kind of pain.\"\n\nCartaline nodded and rubbed at her floppy ears. \"I agree that likely caused it, but don't feel bad. He could've cut open his thumb and got it healed, and this would've happened.\" She looked back at me, \"A soul bonding with a fairy would be more than enough. I imagine this happened recently? Maybe a day ago, two at most?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI nodded, \"Yesterday morning, I think? What time is it?\"\n\nCherry squeezed my hand, \"You've been out all morning Harrold. It's already past lunch. Berry and Ava handled your part.\"\n\n\"Really?\" I stared up at Berry.\n\nThe big bear blushed and nodded, \"We... we just did... the simple items, but I did them how you've been teaching me. People seemed happy with it. Saffron helped lots, explaining to everyone that you were feeling down and reassuring everyone that we had the Guild Master here looking over you.\"\n\n\"As if I could be anywhere else when the beauty of our town is sick.\" Cartaline beamed at me.\n\n\"Thank you.\" I said, returning her smile. I looked at Ava and Berry, \"I'm very proud of you girls. I couldn't ask for a better Sous Chef and Patissier.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Harrold, focus please.\" Cartaline said.\n\n\"Right. What else do I need to know?\" I asked, returning my attention to her.\n\nCartaline frowned and said, \"It's what I need to know. You said you've only been here a short time. But you don't mean in Scarborough, do you?\"\n\n\"No, I'm not from this world. I've not exactly kept that a secret.\" I scoffed with a shrug.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Fascinating. I had always thought you were just playing up the mystique a bit or something. To think you're actually a man from another world. It really does explain this. So do you know what happens next?\" Cartaline said, her face breaking into a bright smile.\n\n\"Bed rest and light work or something?\" I guessed.\n\nShe waved a hand, \"Hell no. Soon as you're feeling good enough to stand up, you can get back to whatever you want. You been through the worst already. No, Harrold, you get to become a mage. Not everyone has mana paths, that's what makes us mages. The strength of those paths is what determines your ability as a mage. I can sense that the big one there is a lightweight, and the harpy is an experienced talent. You? It's hard to tell until your body stabilizes but I'd bet you're somewhere between. You won't be the strongest mage by any means, but you'll be able to learn a wide array of useful magic. If you ever want education, the guild offers basic courses in mana control and basic spellcraft.\"\n\nThat actually made me stop for a minute. Me? A mage? The existence of magic in this world had always been a bit of a fantasy thing to me, like it was just on the cusp of actually existing. Obviously I knew my kitchen was magic and so was our bathtub. But they were so similar to just basic technology that it hadn't really seemed real. Lizzy was the first REAL hit of magic in my reality and she has been so wrapped up in my phone until this point that I'd never thought to ask her to do some crazy big magic. The phone battery rock felt just like someone wiring up an external battery. But magic at my fingers...\n\nI held my hand up and looked at it. How would do it anyway? Would I just focus on the magic and poof it would happen? I stared at my palm and thought hard about magic. Make a little fire, or a glowing spark. Something. But nothing happened. I didn't really feel any different.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Harrold**: \n * Appearance: Not described in detail, but he's mentioned to be attractive and virile.\n * Personality: Determined, confident, caring, and practical.\n * Special abilities: None explicitly stated, but he's shown to be skilled in cooking.\n * Relationships: He's bonded with Saffron, has relationships with Ro'Lin, Ava, Lizzy, and others.\n2. **Ro'Lin**:\n * Appearance: Fae, serpentine body, forked tongue, and scales.\n * Personality: Passionate, seductive, and affectionate.\n * Special abilities: Her fae physiology allows her to experience intense pleasure and arousal.\n * Relationships: Involved with Harrold and possibly others.\n3. **Saffron**:\n * Appearance: Fairy, wings, and slender build.\n * Personality: Gentle, loving, and sensitive.\n * Special abilities: As a fairy, she experiences intense emotions and can bond with others.\n * Relationships: Bonded with Harrold and involved with him romantically.\n4. **Lizzy**:\n * Appearance: Harpy, colorful wings, and slender build.\n * Personality: Playful, curious, and passionate.\n * Special abilities: Magic user, able to fly and lift objects with her talons.\n * Relationships: Romantic interest in Harrold, close friend with Ava.\n5. **Ava**:\n * Appearance: Mouse-like creature, small build, and cute features.\n * Personality: Cheeky, playful, and affectionate.\n * Special abilities: Magic user, able to cast spells and manipulate objects.\n * Relationships: Close friends with Lizzy and Harrold, romantic relationship with Lizzy.\n6. **Berry**:\n * Appearance: Large bear-like creature, huge breasts, and strong build.\n * Personality: Friendly, outgoing, and helpful.\n * Special abilities: Magic user, able to cast spells and manipulate objects.\n * Relationships: Close friends with Harrold and the group.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Mana Paths**: A network of ethereal pathways that allow magic to flow through a mage's body.\n2. **Magic Awakening**: A process where an adult's mana paths are opened, causing intense pain and potentially leading to madness.\n3. **Fae Bonding**: A magical connection between two beings, allowing them to share emotions and experiences.\n4. **Telepathic Connection**: Some characters seem to have a mental link, allowing them to sense each other's emotions and thoughts.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Phone**: A device containing vast knowledge and information, used by Harrold to learn about the world.\n2. **Rune**: Magical symbols used to cast spells and manipulate objects.\n3. **Candle Flame**: A spark of magic created by Berry to demonstrate her powers.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Magic System**: Magic is based on mana paths, which allow magic to flow through a mage's body. The strength of these paths determines a mage's ability.\n2. **Mana Control**: Mages need to learn how to control their mana paths to cast spells effectively.\n3. **Spellcasting**: Spells are cast using runes or other magical tools, requiring focus and concentration.\n4. **World Geography**: The story takes place in a fantasy world with a port city (Scarborough) and surrounding areas.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Fantasy World**: A realm with magic, mythical creatures (faeries, harpies), and unique geography.\n2. **Social Hierarchy**: The story doesn't explicitly state a social hierarchy, but it seems that women hold a majority position, and men are considered valuable for their semen.\n3. **Politics**: There's no clear indication of a governing system or politics in the story.\n4. **Culture**: The culture values passion, romance, and emotional connections, as seen in the relationships between the characters.\n\nPlease note that some aspects might not be fully explored or explained within the provided text, and additional context may be necessary for a deeper understanding.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Harrold, I know that look. You do want to learn because you're curious. Drop by the guild anytime and I'll personally help you out.\" Cartaline said with a knowing smile. She looked around and addressed the others, \"Girls, take good care of Harrold. And Saffron-\" She turned to the fairy, \"Please be careful with your bond until Harrold has learned to control his mana.\"\n\nSaffron's eyes swirled pink and her cheeks colored slightly. She looked at me and said, \"Really? My bond may cause him trouble? I don't understand, the bond is already made and I am promised to him. What could it cause now?\"\n\nCartaline tilted her head and gave a soft laugh, \"Do you actually think your folk bond themselves merely as a show of love and servitude? You really are a young one, aren't you?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"W-What? What do you mean? What don't I know?\" Saffron stammered, growing rather flustered considering her normal peaceful demeanor.\n\n\"Why do they let ones like you leave the Fae Woods?\" Cartaline chortled and walked past her. She ruffled Lizzy's feathers and said, \"Keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't short himself. You too, Berry. I taught you as a favor to your mother, do her and I proud. Saffron, if you wish knowledge about yourself, you are free to come ask. You all know where I am.\"\n\nShe vanished out the door in a swish of blue robes and the room was left in silence. Everyone watched her go and then turned their attention back to me. I pushed myself up slowly and scooted back to sit against the wall. My head throbbed and I rubbed at it. All my girls seemed eager for me to say anything so I took a breath. \"Alright, alright. I'm clearly not dying. Come on then.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAs soon as I gestured, they piled on the bed. Cherry and Ava were the first to launch themselves at me and hug me. Ro'Lin slithered over them and hugged all three of us. Berry came around the other side of the bed and leaned in close, pressing her huge boobs to my face. I could barely see around their pressing bodies, but I felt Lizzy's feathers rub over my shoulder as she shimmied beside Berry to put her wing over my shoulder.\n\nI peered over Berry's shoulder and saw Saffron standing nervously a few steps away from the bed. Her pupils were a sickly green and her mouth was turned down. From her body language, she seemed to be rolling with guilt.\n\n\"Hey. Saffron, I don't blame you. Cartaline already said that it could've been any spell.\" I said and nudged my shoulders, \"Girls, come on.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe others shuffled off me and stood up. I slowly pushed myself up off the bed and hobbled forward, trying to ignore the spinning pain in my head. There was a soreness in my limbs and chest as well that made me think of an intense full body workout.\n\nI stood barely an inch from Saffron and looked down at her. She stared up and warm reds started to swirl into her eyes. Without warning, I slid my arms around her and pulled her against me in a tight hug. Naked skin pressed against naked skin. Her plump breasts squished against my chest and my hands held to her back. She stiffened and shuddered in my arms but I kept her close.\n\n\"Saffron, your bond is a precious gift. I understand the sacrifice it is and I hope to do right by you.\" I whispered to her and slowly loosened my embrace. She gasped and stumbled back from me, her body shaking almost violently. Her eyes shimmered in a wild chromatic swirl. Wetness shone down her inner thighs and it seemed to be taking every ounce of her strength to stay on her feet.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe took a deep breath and her wings fluttered abruptly. She straightened up, body still shaking softly, and said, \"Thank you, Harrold. I am so happy I gave myself to you. G-Gods... being hugged by you...\" She shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself, seemingly shaking with pleasurable aftershocks. I smiled at her and her eyes glittered with swirls of silver and gold.\n\n\"Alright. Now that all this fun is over, let's get to work, girls. We have a dinner to serve!\" I exclaimed happily, clapping my hands together.\n\n\"Really?\" Berry said in surprise.\n\n\"Just like this, Harrold? You barely get out of bed and you want to go cook dinner?\" Cherry said with an exhausted tone.\n\n\"Yeah! Look, my head hurts but laying in bed won't help. I'll do something really simple. I've had a whole... uhh... existential thing happen. I want something normal!\" I said and marched, buck naked, towards the door. I could hear them mumbling behind me but I paid them no mind.\n\nFor a time there I thought I was dead. Now I'm back. I've veen told I'm going to learn magic. I can feel the churning panic of too much happening at once. I need normal. I need to cook something!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe pot bubbled away slowly. My head throbbed but it wasn't nearly as bad. The distraction of putting together a nice hearty dinner was almost enough to keep it at bay. I leaned back against the island and rubbed my forehead.\n\nIn the pot was a creamy beige soup speckled with rich spices. Floating in it was delicious pieces of grilled chicken and finely diced carrots. Mixed with a curious root I found to be slightly sweet and very savory, I had made a lovely and thick chicken soup. To my left, Ava worked the ovens with a happy humming. She had dozens of dense, flavorful biscuits cooking for this to be poured over.\n\nChicken and dumplings. Simple and delicious. Folks might get annoyed that I'm not going to be honoring our menu tonight, but at the same time I don't think they would argue much. I was going to help serve them and I was still naked. I'd never had much modesty back home, but I'd never tried to strut in front of an entire room full of whistling, horny women. Tonight seemed like a good night to change that.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAs the chicken stew kept cooking, I looked down at my fingers and pondered what had happened. Magic. Real, actual magic. I'd thought about it a lot already and I had tried many ways to cast a spell. Just to try and summon a little flame into my hand. Lizzy made it look as effortless as breathing, and even Berry seemed to be able to cast simple spells easily after all the practice working the kitchen runes.\n\nI closed my eyes and tried to think. Ever since I'd woken up, there had been this tingling in the back of my mind and all through my body. It matched the same places that throbbed and ached. I tried to do something with that, whether it was willing my mana to move around or to cast out in a spell. Nothing happened. Using my mind, I had discovered I could directly touch that tingling power in my head. At least, that's the best way I can describe it. I sort of thought real hard about the power and where it felt like it exists in my head, and my consciousness would touch it. It's the weirdest feeling to actually be aware of the intangible thing that seemed to be my mental self. I could feel how I inhabited my body and how my body moved unconsciously around it with just the most base instinct or will. When brushed against that power, it felt like getting my hand near high voltage power cables. It was intangible but it was also undeniable.\n\n\"Harrold?\" Ava asked and broke me out of my thought. I started and opened my eyes, looking down at her quickly.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yeah, Ava? What's up?\" I asked, uncrossing my arms and standing upright. My eyes flicked to the pot, worried it had started to burn and somehow I hadn't smelled it. It wasn't, it looked like it was still amid a perfect simmer.\n\n\"Are you okay? You looked like you were in pain there. Your face was all tense. Is your head alright?\" Ava asked, raising up on her toes to put a floury hand to my cheek.\n\nI smiled and leaned into her hand, \"I'm fine, Ava. My head just hurts a bit and I'm really trying to think about how to do magic. It always looks so easy and I can feel it there in me, but it won't do anything.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAva smiled and patted my face before turning back to the oven. Her naked butt bounced a bit as her tail twitched about. \"Well don't ask me about that. I'm as magical as a rock. Always thought it would be useful but I've never had the ability.\"\n\n\"Oh! I could help!\" Berry exclaimed eagerly from where she was working in the fridge. She was moving things around and making space for the next order of ingredients. She came out and closed the door, rubbing her hands together as the warm air touched her skin.\n\nI smiled and gestured to her, \"Alright Berry. I'm game. What's the secret?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBerry stood with her hands on her bare hips and her huge tits bouncing a bit. Her nipples were stiff from the chill inside the fridge and she smiled broadly, \"First, change how you think about that magic in your head. Make it into something you can hold or move about. I picture my power as sand and I imagine gathering it into my hands and...\" She held out her palm and a sparkling candle flame appeared.\n\nI stared at it and said, \"Berry, that's... I... Hmmm.\" I closed my eyes again and moved my mind back into that space near the power. But I tried to think about it differently. Think about it like sand? God no, that was wrong. Think about it... What could I control and use?\n\nIn my mind's eye, the power began to shift. It went from an intangible, amorphous thing to something more sensible. It started to come into focus. But as I tried to keep focus on it, it began to slip apart again.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMy eyes opened and I gasped. My focus broke and the power fades back into its incoherency again. I wiped my face and shook my head, \"No. No good. I can't think of what to imagine it as.\"\n\nBerry's shoulders slumped and she let the fire go out, \"Oh. Sorry. Well maybe you just need to work on it.\"\n\n\"Maybe.\" I agreed with a nod. I looked down at the pot and gave it a slow stir, \"We have dinner to serve anyway.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"And you're serving it naked. We're going to have to beat them off with ladles.\" Ava said, glancing down at my bare cock.\n\nI grinned at her, \"You all walk around naked often enough. I try not to distract you all with my body, but tonight seemed like a good night to give in. We're serving one dish instead of our menu so I want to give them something else to feast on too.\"\n\n\"Gods know they will.\" Ava licked her lips and I saw the struggle it took her to tear her eyes away from me so she could attend to the ovens.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Harrold**: \n * Appearance: Not described in detail, but he's mentioned to be attractive and virile.\n * Personality: Determined, confident, caring, and practical.\n * Special abilities: None explicitly stated, but he's shown to be skilled in cooking.\n * Relationships: He's bonded with Saffron, has relationships with Ro'Lin, Ava, Lizzy, and others.\n2. **Ro'Lin**:\n * Appearance: Fae, serpentine body, forked tongue, and scales.\n * Personality: Passionate, seductive, and affectionate.\n * Special abilities: Her fae physiology allows her to experience intense pleasure and arousal.\n * Relationships: Involved with Harrold and possibly others.\n3. **Saffron**:\n * Appearance: Fairy, wings, and slender build.\n * Personality: Gentle, loving, and sensitive.\n * Special abilities: As a fairy, she experiences intense emotions and can bond with others.\n * Relationships: Bonded with Harrold and involved with him romantically.\n4. **Lizzy**:\n * Appearance: Harpy, colorful wings, and slender build.\n * Personality: Playful, curious, and passionate.\n * Special abilities: Magic user, able to fly and lift objects with her talons.\n * Relationships: Romantic interest in Harrold, close friend with Ava.\n5. **Ava**:\n * Appearance: Mouse-like creature, small build, and cute features.\n * Personality: Cheeky, playful, and affectionate.\n * Special abilities: Magic user, able to cast spells and manipulate objects.\n * Relationships: Close friends with Lizzy and Harrold, romantic relationship with Lizzy.\n6. **Berry**:\n * Appearance: Large bear-like creature, huge breasts, and strong build.\n * Personality: Friendly, outgoing, and helpful.\n * Special abilities: Magic user, able to cast spells and manipulate objects.\n * Relationships: Close friends with Harrold and the group.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Mana Paths**: A network of ethereal pathways that allow magic to flow through a mage's body.\n2. **Magic Awakening**: A process where an adult's mana paths are opened, causing intense pain and potentially leading to madness.\n3. **Fae Bonding**: A magical connection between two beings, allowing them to share emotions and experiences.\n4. **Telepathic Connection**: Some characters seem to have a mental link, allowing them to sense each other's emotions and thoughts.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Phone**: A device containing vast knowledge and information, used by Harrold to learn about the world.\n2. **Rune**: Magical symbols used to cast spells and manipulate objects.\n3. **Candle Flame**: A spark of magic created by Berry to demonstrate her powers.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Magic System**: Magic is based on mana paths, which allow magic to flow through a mage's body. The strength of these paths determines a mage's ability.\n2. **Mana Control**: Mages need to learn how to control their mana paths to cast spells effectively.\n3. **Spellcasting**: Spells are cast using runes or other magical tools, requiring focus and concentration.\n4. **World Geography**: The story takes place in a fantasy world with a port city (Scarborough) and surrounding areas.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Fantasy World**: A realm with magic, mythical creatures (faeries, harpies), and unique geography.\n2. **Social Hierarchy**: The story doesn't explicitly state a social hierarchy, but it seems that women hold a majority position, and men are considered valuable for their semen.\n3. **Politics**: There's no clear indication of a governing system or politics in the story.\n4. **Culture**: The culture values passion, romance, and emotional connections, as seen in the relationships between the characters.\n\nPlease note that some aspects might not be fully explored or explained within the provided text, and additional context may be necessary for a deeper understanding.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Alright. Let's get the bowls and biscuits ready and start serving.\" I said and walked over to the cupboard.\n\nIt was a short time later that I was pouring steaming servings of chicken and dumplings into bowls. We gathered them up four at a time and walked them out to the bustling room.\n\nWhen the town had heard I had fallen ill today, there had almost been a riot. Women flooded the High-Tail to try and offer every kind of help imaginable. So that meant that when dinner came around and Ro'Lin informed them I would still be serving, we had a packed house. And my God did they go crazy when I came out with the first batch. They all stopped to stare. The room went quiet and women everywhere gasped and cried out in delight. Soon they were all whooping and cheering. I set the bowls down and stopped to dance a little. I shook my hips and very nearly pranced back to the kitchen.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThey. Went. Wild.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThree hours later, I had been forced to put on one of the kilts Cherry had bought me. The women had grown to rowdy and wild. They'd started masturbating openly and many had to be wrestled out the door by Berry because they tried to grab hold of me. After the last one that threw herself on me bodily and Lizzy had to remove her with magic, I decided maybe working up an entire room of horny women with my supernaturally beautiful masculinity was not the best idea.\n\n\"Gods, what were you thinking?\" Cherry laughed as she counted coins on the bar. The sun was down and only a few of the calmer and more well known patrons had stayed to have a few more drinks before bed.\n\nI shrugged, \"I thought it would be fun. I didn't think it would break four of our chairs, two tables, a window, and dozens of glasses.\" I said as I watched Ro'Lin drag a broom across another pile of splinters and glass.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nSaffron was also doing her best to help, but she'd been practically catatonic half the night from the flood of lust and emotion that had psychically overwhelmed her.\n\nBerry came back in after carrying a broken table outside and dusted her hands off. She smiled brightly, \"Fun though! Really fun!\"\n\n\"Fun for you, Berry. You got to drag naughty ladies off Harrold and toss them out on their butts. How's your face, Ava?\" Cherry asked as she turned and looked at the small woman. She sat on the other hand of the bar, beer in one hand and cold rag in the other. She had a nasty black eye from when she got elbowed on accident in some of the confusion.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"It's fine, Cherry. Just a bump.\" Ava said and drained her beer. She set the glass down and hopped off her stool, \"Harrold, I'm going to bed.\"\n\nI blinked in surprise at that. One of the girls going to bed without even trying to proposition me? She really must be worn out from all this. I smiled and waved, \"Alright Ava. Sleep well. Saffron, maybe you should go lay down too. You could sleep with her.\"\n\nSaffron looked up from the table she'd been slowly scrubbing and her face fell, \"Am I doing a bad job?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI shook my head, \"No, not that. I saw you earlier. You're strung out and frazzled from today. Go rest and we'll take care of it. Plus Ava likes having someone to cuddle with.\"\n\nShe looked both unhappy and relieved at the same time. I walked over to her and smiled down at her. With just the tips of my fingers, I brushed her cheek. She shuddered softly and her eyes swirled with warm colors. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she nodded to me, \"Th-Thank you. It has been more... Intense than I thought it would to be around people all the time.\"\n\nAva stepped around me and took Saffron's hand, \"Come on cuddle buddy.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI couldn't help the laugh as I watched Ava walk Saffron up the stairs and out of sight. I turned back to where Lizzy was picking up glass with her magic and said, \"Hey, where's my phone? We need some music.\"\n\nShe pointed a wing at the bar where my phone say up on a shelf behind it. I went over and turned on some soft fantasy music with lots of pipes and soft strings. The few guests left in the bar looked curiously up at where the music was coming from but they must've shrugged it off as some kind of magic.\n\nGlancing back to Lizzy as she carried the shards in a tumbling little orb in the air, I asked her, \"Hey Lizzy, how do you picture magic in your head?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWithout missing a step she said, \"Like wind under my wings or a breeze at my back. I heard you and Berry talking. To me, the power is ethereal and fluttering. It dances over my feathers and swirls at my command. It's why I find telekinesis and air magic to be the easiest to use.\"\n\nI blinked at that, \"But... How can you imagine controlling air?\"\n\nShe dropped the glass in a waste bin and said, \"I don't. To me, the power flows on its own and I simply guide it like I turn my wing to catch the ocean breeze. It's hard for someone without wings to understand but to me the movement of air is as plain and simple as script on a page of parchment. Your own power must be something you are incredibly familiar with, something second nature to you.\" She gestured a wing at Berry, \"She grew up in her mom's inn which is surrounded by all that lush sand towards the other side of the port. She probably played in it all the time and it's a deeply held memory for her.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBerry nodded, \"Uh-huh! Exactly! I have built and dug and played so much in the sand! I just can't help but build and play with magic the same way!\"\n\nI leaned on the bar and brushed at my beard. My mind churned and I said, \"Something I am familiar with, huh? Well that leaves... Women... And cooking.\"\n\nCherry laughed warmly, \"I think there's a little more to you than a two page book, my love.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Maybe. But I've rarely spent time learning anything else so well it's second nature. Let me think about this while we clean up some more.\" I mumbled and reached for my cleaning rag.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Orson:** \n * Age and Nationality: Not explicitly stated\n * Appearance: Brown hair, bangs, athletic build, tall (implied by Ling’s height)\n * Personality: Confident, competitive, flirtatious, somewhat arrogant, nationalistic\n * Special abilities: Skilled gymnast, particularly in vault and rings events\n * Relationships:\n * Neil: Teammate and friend, who is aware of Orson's infatuations and tries to keep him grounded\n * Ling: The object of Orson's desire, a Chinese gymnast with whom he makes a bet and eventually engages in intimate activities\n2. **Ling:**\n * Age and Nationality: Not explicitly stated\n * Appearance: Short height, silver-grey eye color, ox-horn hairstyle, athletic build, large thighs and bubble butt\n * Personality: Confident, competitive, strong-willed, nationalistic, somewhat aggressive and blunt\n * Special abilities: World-class gymnast, skilled in various events including vault\n * Relationships:\n * Orson: The subject of her initial disdain but eventual intimacy\n * Chinese coaches and handlers: Implied to be strict and controlling, possibly influencing her actions and words during competitions\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* **Nationalism and competitiveness:** Both Orson and Ling exhibit strong nationalist sentiments and are highly competitive, which fuels their interactions and behaviors.\n* **Physical appearance obsession:** Orson is fixated on Ling's physical appearance, particularly her large thighs and bubble butt. This fixation drives much of his behavior towards her.\n* **Language barriers and cultural differences:** Despite some language difficulties, Orson and Ling manage to communicate effectively. Their cultural backgrounds and differences are occasionally referenced, adding to the narrative.\n* **Athletic skills and training:** As world-class gymnasts, both Orson and Ling possess exceptional athleticism and dedication to their craft. This is reflected in their performances and reactions to each other's abilities.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Talcum powder:** Used by Orson for personal hygiene purposes, creating a humorous distraction.\n* **Team USA stickers:** Used by Orson as a symbol of national pride and dominance after the encounter with Ling.\n* **Cardi B's \"WAP\":** Played on Orson's laptop to demonstrate twerking moves to Ling.\n* **Olympic swag and luggage:** Used by Orson to find the Team USA stickers and other items.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **Gymnastics competition rules:** The story adheres to general gymnastics competition rules and scoring systems, with an emphasis on individual events and overall performance.\n* **Chinese Communist Party influence:** Ling's coaches and handlers are implied to be influenced by the CCP, which affects her behavior and interactions with Orson.\n* **International relations and politics:** The story touches on international tensions and rivalries between the United States and China, reflecting real-world geopolitical dynamics.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Geography and setting:** The story takes place primarily in Tokyo, Japan, during the rescheduled 2020 Olympics, which were moved to late 2021 due to COVID-19.\n* **Social hierarchies and power structures:** The narrative highlights the hierarchical nature of gymnastics teams, with coaches and handlers holding significant authority over athletes like Ling.\n* **Cultural differences and nuances:** The story explores cultural differences between the United States and China, particularly in terms of social norms, communication styles, and attitudes towards sex and intimacy.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"That’s her.\"\n\nOrson was talking only to himself, his low voice was detectable only by his own ears in the busting indoor stadium. Everywhere around him, gymnasts and athletes of every nationality and creed were going through their warmups for the first day of competition at the 2020 Olympic games, which, because of COVID-19, were being held in late 2021 in Tokyo, Japan.\n\nOrson’s eyes, shielded by the bangs from his mop of brown hair, were focused on one gymnast in particular - a female member of the Chinese delegation who was presently tumbling across the mats with vigor, her face granite-hard with concentration. Much as it was difficult to recognize anyone in the throng of athletes, trainers, coaches, and representatives, there was no way he could miss the Chinese gymnast. Not because of her notably short height - she only came up to his chest - and not because of her prowess, though that was considerable. Not even because of her pretty face.\n\nNo, Orson was totally focused on her thighs and ass. Which were absolutely huge. He couldn’t help but imagine the Chinese team having to design a special leotard to contain such a donk. The red fabric clinging to her bulging buttocks coated her flesh like a second skin, doing very little to hide the curvature of her hips and rear. In the places where her thighs emerged from the leg holes, the suit cut into her flesh deliciously, showing how bouncy and grabbable it was.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nOrson was very used to seeing tight, athletic behinds - in gymnastics, it came with the territory. The men’s team had physiques carved out of wood, and the women had thighs of steel. Most were of the more muscular variety. This Chinese gymnast blew them all away. He was both powerful and thicc as a bowl of oatmeal. Orson watched, smitten, as she bounced across the square, warming up for her floor routine. She dropped into a front-and-back split and her buttocks actually provided enough recoil and bounce to allow her to rebound effortlessly back up to her feet.\n\n\"Hnnnngh,\" Orson groaned, biting his lower lip. He had seen her around and knew her name was Ling, but that was all. Orson was known among all the members of USA Gymnastics for being the biggest horndog around; he had already regaled his fellows with all the ass he was going to crush while staying at Olympic village, social distancing or not. The other guys had smiled and egged him on, asking him how many scalps he was going to come home with. Hell, to Orson, they were more prestigious than medals!\n\nThe Scandanavians. The Brazilians. The Russians! Every women’s team had a smorgasbord of gorgeous asses to ogle, and Orson spent much of every international competition getting an eyeful. Of course he had his own events to worry about - the rings, the pommel horse, the parallel bars - but when all was said and done, it was the flirting and fucking that excited him most. And the most prized of these conquests?<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe Asians, no question. There was just something about them. Their cultures, along with their languages being so inscrutable to him, made them seem more exotic. The way their coaches and handlers tended to herd them around and watch them carefully reminded him of pimps and prostitutes (not that he would ever voice this shameful thought out loud), and in the case of the Chinese in particular, their communist government and often adversarial relationship with the good ol’ US of A filled with him patriotic plowing intent, wanting to take some scalps back to the land of the free and the home of the brave.\n\nBut, it was impossible for the most part. The Communist Party officials held on to their gymnasts like their balls, in his experience, and he would be lucky to pass two unlikely-to-be-understood words of greeting before the uniformly shy athletes were pulled away. Nonetheless, he continued to lust after them. Besides, this one didn’t seem shy. She seemed like a killer out there. He watched as she effortlessly completed a tumble and front flip with a half-twist, landing on dainty feet and graceful calves that were pipe-stems compared to her thunder thighs and amazing, tank-like bubble ass.\n\n\"How much fucking talc are you going to use?\" someone asked, and Orson was jolted back to reality. It was his teammate Neil - handsome, friendly, an amazing physique, and queer as a roll of three cent coins. Orson had been daydreaming about Ling’s huge badonk and sprinkling talc on his hands for the better part of two minutes. A pile of the white stuff had accumulated near his feet, and the bottle was nearly empty. As it was, he could barely respond to his friend, as he watched the Chinese gymnast mount the balance beam for a warmup, and immediately drop into a straddle of the beam, causing her bulbous, half-moon ass-cheeks to tense and jiggle.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nNeil saw where Orson was looking and rolled his eyes. \"Forget it, dude. No chance,\" he assessed. \"You should be thinking about your routine, not staring at asses!\"\n\n\"Man, come on,\" Orson objected, looking desperate. \"That ass, those thighs, that figure... her height... she’s even got Chun-Li hair buns!\" He gestured helplessly, and Neil couldn’t help but laugh.\n\n\"You need help, Orson,\" his friend chuckled. \"You really do. You’re lucky I won’t tell the coach about this. I swear, if you’re up all night in the common area flirting, instead of getting rest for tomorrow, he’s going to be really pissed.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I won’t be, I promise,\" Orson said, and tipped Neil a wink. And that was his intent. It honestly, honestly was. When he arrived back at the Olympic Village (actually the Olympic Bubble), he was tired from his warmups, and decided to skip the common area altogether. He decided to go to the bar and restaurant, with no plan more sneaky than to grab a hamburger and a drink before heading up to his room. Good boy Orson, not making any trouble for Team USA.\n\nBut, when he turned the corner and saw the line of stools in front of the bar, there she was, sitting with the same resting bitch-face he’d seen the previous day, and looking astoundingly good in spite of it. Instead of her gymnast’s leotard she was wearing a red button-up jacket and tights with the Chinese Olympic logo on the hip. Her hair, done up in adorable ox-horns, was the same.\n\nHe walked over to sit down beside her, chastising himself even as he did so. Don’t cause an international incident, Orson, he thought. Just because you don’t see her handlers doesn’t mean they’re not here somewhere. Still, he approached, and before she noticed him he paused to take one long, glorious look at the way her amazing butt-cheeks sat round and plump on the barstool, so meaty they seemed to be in danger of sliding off in either direction. The tights she was wearing hugged close to her skin and gave him an amazing view of the depth and potential dick-hugging qualities of her ass-crack.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe felt his cock jump in his warmups and quickly slid onto the stool. \"Where are your friends?\" he asked, conversationally, leaning over and smiling. She turned immediately and raised an eyebrow at him, and for the first time he saw her eye color, a startling silver-grey that shone like polished coins. She looked annoyed and confused, but Orson plowed on, gesticulating and speaking clearly in case she spoke poor English. \"Your friends. The CCP folks. On vacation today?\"\n\nShe made a haughty ‘hmmph!’ sound and turned back to her drink, which appeared to be some sort of gaudy cocktail with more umbrellas than substance. \"You Americans, always so nosy,\" she said, and he was pleased to discover that her accent was just thick enough to be very cute, and not so thick that he couldn’t understand her. \"Go back to New York, mind own business.\"\n\n\"I’m from Michigan,\" Orson said, bemused.\n\nShe rolled her eyes and waved her hand, before taking a sip of her drink. \"New York, Texas, Hawaii, all Americans have big mouth!\" She looked at him fiercely. \"But China beat you every competition, men’s gymnastics, all the time.\"\n\nOrson was actually taken aback by her aggressive, nationalistic verve. It was true that the American men’s team hadn’t taken any big competitions in a decade or more. He found, almost to his amusement, that he felt his own homeland pride surging in defense. \"Did your communist bosses tell you to say that?\" Orson half-joked. \"Have you got a playbook they give you for talking to American guys?\"\n\n\"I not puppet!\" she barked, looking at him fiercely. \"You see any China team here? No?\" She lifted her chin with pride. \"I sneak out.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nOrson took a more relaxed stance on his stool and look at her. She was headstrong, opinionated, competitive, daring, and amazingly beautiful. He opened his mouth and had to physically restrain himself from saying something stupid like ‘I want to slide my dick in between your hair buns’. \"Bad girl, huh?\" he joked. \"I guess I don’t like rules much, either.\"\n\n\"That is because you American. Unruly, always ‘me-me-me’, never, ‘good of the team’,\" she sniped, stirring her drink and smirking. \"American work habits, fitness, training all very bad. I train very hard, very good. Chinese team training.\"\n\nThis time, Orson did feel a pang of patriotism actually come to the surface. All the American gymnasts he knew worked very hard and sacrificed a lot. \"That’s not true. You’re just repeating what you’re told,\" he objected. \"Do your commie bosses have to stick a key in your back and wind you up in the morning, or what?\" He smirked as her eyes narrowed with anger. \"The way you guys get treated, I wouldn’t compete for the Chinese team in a million years!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nLing slammed her cute and tiny fist on the bar, rattling her drink and nearly toppling it. \"You one to talk! U.S. gymnastics doctor molesting women’s team non-stop! I never compete for capitalist pig and perverts!\"\n\n\"That was one guy!\" Orson barked. \"And we threw him in jail!\"\n\n\"You probably want molest me right now!\" Ling went on, crossing her arms.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Orson:** \n * Age and Nationality: Not explicitly stated\n * Appearance: Brown hair, bangs, athletic build, tall (implied by Ling’s height)\n * Personality: Confident, competitive, flirtatious, somewhat arrogant, nationalistic\n * Special abilities: Skilled gymnast, particularly in vault and rings events\n * Relationships:\n * Neil: Teammate and friend, who is aware of Orson's infatuations and tries to keep him grounded\n * Ling: The object of Orson's desire, a Chinese gymnast with whom he makes a bet and eventually engages in intimate activities\n2. **Ling:**\n * Age and Nationality: Not explicitly stated\n * Appearance: Short height, silver-grey eye color, ox-horn hairstyle, athletic build, large thighs and bubble butt\n * Personality: Confident, competitive, strong-willed, nationalistic, somewhat aggressive and blunt\n * Special abilities: World-class gymnast, skilled in various events including vault\n * Relationships:\n * Orson: The subject of her initial disdain but eventual intimacy\n * Chinese coaches and handlers: Implied to be strict and controlling, possibly influencing her actions and words during competitions\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* **Nationalism and competitiveness:** Both Orson and Ling exhibit strong nationalist sentiments and are highly competitive, which fuels their interactions and behaviors.\n* **Physical appearance obsession:** Orson is fixated on Ling's physical appearance, particularly her large thighs and bubble butt. This fixation drives much of his behavior towards her.\n* **Language barriers and cultural differences:** Despite some language difficulties, Orson and Ling manage to communicate effectively. Their cultural backgrounds and differences are occasionally referenced, adding to the narrative.\n* **Athletic skills and training:** As world-class gymnasts, both Orson and Ling possess exceptional athleticism and dedication to their craft. This is reflected in their performances and reactions to each other's abilities.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Talcum powder:** Used by Orson for personal hygiene purposes, creating a humorous distraction.\n* **Team USA stickers:** Used by Orson as a symbol of national pride and dominance after the encounter with Ling.\n* **Cardi B's \"WAP\":** Played on Orson's laptop to demonstrate twerking moves to Ling.\n* **Olympic swag and luggage:** Used by Orson to find the Team USA stickers and other items.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **Gymnastics competition rules:** The story adheres to general gymnastics competition rules and scoring systems, with an emphasis on individual events and overall performance.\n* **Chinese Communist Party influence:** Ling's coaches and handlers are implied to be influenced by the CCP, which affects her behavior and interactions with Orson.\n* **International relations and politics:** The story touches on international tensions and rivalries between the United States and China, reflecting real-world geopolitical dynamics.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Geography and setting:** The story takes place primarily in Tokyo, Japan, during the rescheduled 2020 Olympics, which were moved to late 2021 due to COVID-19.\n* **Social hierarchies and power structures:** The narrative highlights the hierarchical nature of gymnastics teams, with coaches and handlers holding significant authority over athletes like Ling.\n* **Cultural differences and nuances:** The story explores cultural differences between the United States and China, particularly in terms of social norms, communication styles, and attitudes towards sex and intimacy.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"We’re lucky we’re even having the Olympics after you guys let loose the coronavirus!\" Orson blurted. \"And, your leader looks like Winnie the Pooh!\" Their faces were coming closer together as they seethed at each other, causing Ling to clench her teeth.\n\n\"Oh, that it!\" she growled. \"You lazy American and rude! Make bet with me, coward! When I get better score tomorrow on vault, you kiss my feet in front of whole team, say sorry, and you love China!\" She put her finger in his face. \"If you don’t, you coward like every other American slob sitting home with dick in hand while Chinese people work for better nation!\"\n\nOrson considered what she was saying. The vault was one of the events shared by both male and female gymnasts, consisting of a padded runway leading up to a springboard. After a sprint, the gymnast would fly over the vaulting horse, completing various flips, tucks and spins in midair before landing on a landing pad. Orson himself was pretty good at the vault. He had no idea if Ling was good or not, but if she was a Chinese Olympian, the chances were high that she was very good.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Alright,\" he said, his ego and nationalism getting the better of him. \"You’re on. But if I get a better score, you have to do something for me, too.\"\n\nLing looked positively pleased at his acceptance, exuding an aura of confidence that was frightening. It was clear that she thought there was absolutely no way she could lose in overall score. \"It not matter,\" she boasted. \"I never lose to dumb lazy American.\"\n\nOrson leaned in closer and started to speak in a low voice. As he did, Ling’s eyes went wide and her face pulled into a disgusted grimace. She gasped with indignity as he spoke... but her cheeks also flushed red, and she tugged down at the sides of her jacket, as if attempting to obscure her amazingly thicc thighs and round butt-mounds. It was a futile effort, as she had legs that looked like they could feed a family of eight. \"You American pig!\" she objected, looking down and away as she blushed.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIf I score better, you come up to my room and do whatever I want with that thick ass. No exceptions. That had been Orson’s offer. He expected her to call the whole thing off and maybe throw her drink in his face, but her reaction was a strange mixture of indignity and embarrassment, as her outward confidence clashed with self-consciousness about her large hips and bubbly, bulging butt!\n\n\"Well... if you’re afraid you’ll lose,\" Orson taunted, shrugging with a smile. \"I guess there’s no bet.\" That was all it took to lure her in. He could almost see her reservations get pushed to the side as pure pride and hubris filled her cute face.\n\n\"You not get off that easy!\" she sneered, and rose from her stool, hopping down to the floor. He couldn’t help but watch as her booty bounced and actually made a clapping noise when her feet hit the tile. God, her legs were like something out of science-fiction. Big and thick, the perfect mix of muscled and shapely, and topping off with those hips and those big, bootyful Asian donk-mounds! Her tights, clinging like yoga pants, spared no detail. He bit his bottom lip and simped uncontrollably for a moment, drawing in breath.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe saw where he was looking and rolled her eyes at him. \"You really are pig!\" she squawked, tugging down on the sides of her CCP jacket again, her silver eyes burning a hole in him. \"And tomorrow, after perfect score, I make you crawl and oink like pig!\"\n\nShe turned to walk away, and Orson snapped out of his reverie long enough to shout ‘get that ass ready!’ over the noise of the bar, before becoming mesmerized again as she walked gracefully across the bar and out the opposite exit, ass jiggling all the way. Each step was a pleasure to behold. Her calves and thighs were carved out of wood. But above those... that monster ass... god!\n\nHe took a deep breath. It occurred to him that he had just bet his dignity on beating a world-class Chinese gymnast in the vault, when he himself would have been ecstatic with as little as a top five placing. \"Shit,\" he muttered. \"I’m going to end up crawling around like a pig and praising the Chinese Communist Party.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe did not sleep well that night.\n\nLater the next day, he was cursing his stupidity even harder. The distraction of watching Ling perform had made him lose *malicious link removed* in a few of his own events. After dismounting the rings and walking over to his coach to say ‘fuck, that was dogshit’, he saw out of the corner of his eye that Ling was about to start her vault, and was immediately transfixed, with every other noise and distraction seem to fade away.\n\nHe watched as she sprinted down the runway, cheeks wiggling amazingly, and launched her petite body into a beautiful full layout flip with dizzying rotations and twists.\n\nI’m fucked, he thought. The landing was nearly perfect, with only a tiny tilt to adjust balance, and his heart sank as she was shortly rewarded sky high marks in both difficulty and artistic execution. Orson’s shoulders slumped, and then, as he was watching Ling walk around and be congratulated by her teammates (none of whom had anything close to her sidewalk-cracking bubble butt), the tiny Chinese gymnast turned to him and made intentional eye-contact. She then pointed to him and pulled up her nostrils into the shape of a pig.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nOrson felt both his manly pride and his patriotic zeal become inflamed once again. That little Chinese bitch had a lot of nerve! He hoped she would crash and burn in her second and final vault, and was again disappointed when she received high marks, good enough for a silver or gold medal depending on how things shook out.\n\nIf he didn’t want to humiliate himself, or welsh on the bet (which would kind of be the same thing), he would have to give the vaulting performance of his life. It would be his turn to hit the runway in only a few moments, and the wait dug a fiery pit of nerves into his stomach. Orson set about psyching himself up. He told himself he could do it. He roared along with his teammates, exchanged high fives, and prepared his body to peak at just the right moment. But behind it all, he saw that ass. If he was somehow able to pull off a miracle, he would have that thick, slappable, spankable, grabbable, cock-swallowing, face-sitting, perfect piece of Grade A Chinese ass meat all to himself!\n\n\"Let’s fucking do this!\" he breathed, as his name was called. He slapped his face and looked over to the Chinese delegation. Ling was still smirking at him, and made the pignose gesture again. He responded by mimicking giving her a spanking, which made her face blush red with indignation once again... and made her cutely and self-consciously drop her hands to try to obscure her wide hips.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe took off down the ramp. Planted. Propelled himself. He spun and twisted in the air and came down with what he thought was a perfect landing, his lean and muscled body standing stone still after the impact. The crowd cheered.\n\nI did it, he thought. I actually did it! His heart swelled with the knowledge that maybe it was possible after all. But then his heart sank when he saw the scores. His vault was not as difficult as Ling’s had been, and the judges also thought he had landed off center. His score, which was nearly a competition best for him, was still lower than hers by a full point. Now his task was essentially impossible. To beat Ling’s aggregate score, he would have to perform a more difficult vault than she had... and score a perfect ten on it.\n\nHe had never scored a perfect ten in competition in his life. He looked over at Ling. She was beaming at him with her silver eyes, arms crossed, looking confident. He knew that when he had to pay off the bet, he would have to endure her crowing and taunts, which would be caustic and emasculating.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You big-butt Chinese bitch,\" he muttered, dusting off his hands. He had only one option - to raise the difficulty of his final vault. He would have to try the Rise Gwang II - a triple front flip with a half-twist. He had completed it before... in practice. Once. And nearly broke his ankle doing so. A sort of fatalism overtook him as he awaited his turn. If he under-rotated and broke his neck, at least he wouldn’t be licking Chinese shoe leather. He zoned everything else out and just thought of ass. Buns. Jiggling, bitchy, Chinese meat buns. Ling, squatting in front of him and shaking her thick ass-cheeks for his amusement, her expression smoldering, as he forced her to apologize to superior American gymnasts.\n\nThe announcer called his name. \"Fuck it,\" he said, taking a breath. He could go balls to the wall. His feet, pounding on the runway, the inhale of baited breath from the audience as he launched himself. One front flip. Two front flips.\n\nGet ready for my big American cock, you Chinese slut, he thought, viciously. He did his half turn and landed. For a moment there was no sound. Then... a roar. A roar so loud, he could barely hear himself think. He had absolutely nailed the vault - which was so difficult, only a handful of gymnasts in the world could do it - and the landing had been perfect. On center, no tilting. The crowd was going crazy, and his teammates, who had no idea he’d been planning to up the difficulty of his vault, were going apeshit as he walked toward them.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Orson:** \n * Age and Nationality: Not explicitly stated\n * Appearance: Brown hair, bangs, athletic build, tall (implied by Ling’s height)\n * Personality: Confident, competitive, flirtatious, somewhat arrogant, nationalistic\n * Special abilities: Skilled gymnast, particularly in vault and rings events\n * Relationships:\n * Neil: Teammate and friend, who is aware of Orson's infatuations and tries to keep him grounded\n * Ling: The object of Orson's desire, a Chinese gymnast with whom he makes a bet and eventually engages in intimate activities\n2. **Ling:**\n * Age and Nationality: Not explicitly stated\n * Appearance: Short height, silver-grey eye color, ox-horn hairstyle, athletic build, large thighs and bubble butt\n * Personality: Confident, competitive, strong-willed, nationalistic, somewhat aggressive and blunt\n * Special abilities: World-class gymnast, skilled in various events including vault\n * Relationships:\n * Orson: The subject of her initial disdain but eventual intimacy\n * Chinese coaches and handlers: Implied to be strict and controlling, possibly influencing her actions and words during competitions\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* **Nationalism and competitiveness:** Both Orson and Ling exhibit strong nationalist sentiments and are highly competitive, which fuels their interactions and behaviors.\n* **Physical appearance obsession:** Orson is fixated on Ling's physical appearance, particularly her large thighs and bubble butt. This fixation drives much of his behavior towards her.\n* **Language barriers and cultural differences:** Despite some language difficulties, Orson and Ling manage to communicate effectively. Their cultural backgrounds and differences are occasionally referenced, adding to the narrative.\n* **Athletic skills and training:** As world-class gymnasts, both Orson and Ling possess exceptional athleticism and dedication to their craft. This is reflected in their performances and reactions to each other's abilities.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Talcum powder:** Used by Orson for personal hygiene purposes, creating a humorous distraction.\n* **Team USA stickers:** Used by Orson as a symbol of national pride and dominance after the encounter with Ling.\n* **Cardi B's \"WAP\":** Played on Orson's laptop to demonstrate twerking moves to Ling.\n* **Olympic swag and luggage:** Used by Orson to find the Team USA stickers and other items.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **Gymnastics competition rules:** The story adheres to general gymnastics competition rules and scoring systems, with an emphasis on individual events and overall performance.\n* **Chinese Communist Party influence:** Ling's coaches and handlers are implied to be influenced by the CCP, which affects her behavior and interactions with Orson.\n* **International relations and politics:** The story touches on international tensions and rivalries between the United States and China, reflecting real-world geopolitical dynamics.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Geography and setting:** The story takes place primarily in Tokyo, Japan, during the rescheduled 2020 Olympics, which were moved to late 2021 due to COVID-19.\n* **Social hierarchies and power structures:** The narrative highlights the hierarchical nature of gymnastics teams, with coaches and handlers holding significant authority over athletes like Ling.\n* **Cultural differences and nuances:** The story explores cultural differences between the United States and China, particularly in terms of social norms, communication styles, and attitudes towards sex and intimacy.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe scores were read out. The highest score for difficulty. And perfect tens for execution! He waved to the crowd, and turned immediately to his Chinese arch-nemesis, smirking. Her face was wide-eyed with astonishment... and rosy-cheeked from nervousness and embarrassment. Orson couldn’t help but smile as he thought about her defiant face changing to obedience as she bent over in front of him. The fact that his two-vault total was a personal best and likely to medal barely registered, even as his teammates gathered around his tall and muscled frame in droves, cheering and rubbing his head.\n\nHis mind was already on what would happen that evening.\n\nOrson’s total performance was indeed good enough for a bronze medal in the vault. His coach asked him as they left the venue what possessed him to perform above and beyond his former level, and Orson lied and told him that it must have been patriotism for the good ol’ U-S-and-A.\n\nHe did not admit to the coach he’d been thinking completely about the A-S-and-S.\n\nOnce the euphoria of a great performance had died down and he was alone in his room, he suddenly became sure that Ling wouldn’t show up. She would make some sort of excuse, tell him it had been a joke. Or perhaps, he thought, she would show up to congratulate him and admit she was wrong, but make it clear that no hanky-panky would be occurring. Or maybe the whole thing was just a little motivational device he had used, almost subconsciously, to improve his performance. Not serious in the first place.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe pored over these possibilities as he sat on the edge of his bed in his boxers and undershirt, half-unpacked Team USA luggage piled pyramidally nearby. Stop getting your hopes up for nothing, he told himself. You made that counter-proposal as a joke, anyway. To tease her. To shock her. She was taunting you. You didn’t really expect her to follow through with it, did you?\n\nOrson supposed not. He stretched, flexing his athletic rack of lean muscles, and exhaled, ready to move on with his life. But just as he braced his feet to rise from the bed, there was a hesitant, almost stealthy knock at his door.\n\nHis heart began to pound, even as his mind warned him against it. It was probably just Neil, wanting to go out and celebrate with the team, or his coach, though the hour was a little late for such things.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe approached the door and opened it... and immediately, a very short figure, wearing a red hoodie, leggings and sunglasses, bustled through, traveling under his arm. Orson burst out laughing even as his stomach twisted in nervous knots of anticipation. \"Oh my god, what’s with that getup?\" he asked, shutting the door and making a show of locking it securely so they wouldn’t be disturbed. \"Are you some sort of spy?\"\n\n\"I not want to be seen going into room of American pig!\" Ling squawked, tossing away her sunglasses onto a table and pulling her hoodie down, revealing her adorable, tightly-wound ox horns. But her hairstyle wasn’t the pair of buns Orson was most interested in. \"You lucky, Chinese are honorable people!\"\n\n\"Is that so?\"\n\nShe crossed her arms and raised her nose up at him. \"Hmmph! I should not pay bet! Judges always biased for Americans!\"\n\n\"Take your hoodie off,\" Orson said, experimenting. Her response to his firm command would be telling. He wasn’t going to do anything she wouldn’t allow - that wasn’t part of his plan. But he had a sense that on some level, she was willing. If she told him to fuck himself and didn’t undress, he would have to settle for some quick gloating and a nice view of her ass as it went out the door. On the other hand, if she took her hoodie off, who knew where that might lead?\n\nHis mouth turned up into a smirk as she reached down to the waistline and grabbed the plush, red-colored CCP hoodie and peeled it up and over her sculpted midsection and shapely breasts. She was wearing a tight workout tanktop underneath, something like the Chinese version of Under Armour.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"There? Happy now, American pig?\" she pouted.\n\nOrson scoffed. \"Happy? Not by a long shot! If I lost that bet, you’d have me on a leash, crawling around in front of your team, praising the government of China right now! So come on.\" He walked over to the edge of his bed and sat down. \"Stand in front of me.\"\n\nLing’s eyes flared brilliantly. \"I not doing that!\" she barked, but he gestured again.\n\n\"Come on. I won’t touch you. You just have to give a bit of a performance and we’ll call it even.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe grimaced and walked over in front of him. He watched her tiny feet - they had to be size zero - moving in their cute running shoes. She had such an amazing ass and hips, just watching her pixie-sized form flutter from place to place was a treat. He became aware that he was quickly getting an erection - which, given his rather blessed size, would soon be a problem.\n\nShe stood in front of him and crossed her arms over her breasts, refusing to make eye contact. \"What now?\" she said, rudely.\n\n\"Turn around,\" he prompted, and she hissed air out her nose haughtily and did so. Orson was thus granted his first unobstructed, unashamed view of her back and rear end. It was everything he hoped it would be. Her skin-hugging tights almost looked painted on. That big, thick, powerful bubble butt was right in his face! He just knew that if he reached out and grabbed with his large hands, his fingers would sink into that ass meat deliciously! It took every ounce of willpower he had not to just start grabbing.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe had something else he wanted - needed - to see.\n\n\"I want you to twerk for me,\" he prompted, and Ling blinked, annoyed and embarrassed as one might be when one hears something they can’t understand.\n\n\"What?\" she spat.\n\n\"Twerk. You know - throw that ass!\" Orson prompted, almost giggling at her annoyed look. \"Bounce that booty!\"\n\n\"I don’t know this,\" she objected. \"Must be stupid American thing!\"\n\n\"On the contrary,\" Orson said, leaning over to grab his laptop near the bend. Many tabs on his browser were actually still open to images of Ling in competition that he’d been using for ‘research’. \"It may be the greatest American invention ever!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWith a few clicks and keystrokes he brought up a montage of women lewdly and vigorously throwing ass to Cardi B’s \"WAP\". The constant background verbals - there’s some whores in this house, there’s some whores in this house - filled the room. Ling watched and her eyes went wide again. She blushed and could barely look at the screen since the women on it were acting like such unabashed sexuality!\n\n\"I world class athlete! Not stripper!\" she whined.\n\nOrson firmed up his voice. \"Do it,\" he ordered, his voice gaining momentum as his words grew more lurid. \"I’ve had it with your stalling. Shake that ass. Bounce that big fat bubble-butt! Drop that huge, Chinese shitter of yours low and let me hear it clap! In fact - get on the bed and do it, right over my face!\" He reached out for her waist. He knew it risked the whole deal, but he needed to make things happen.\n\n\"Wha- ah!\" Ling wailed, as his hands closed around her lower ribs. Unlike her hips, this area of her was very slender, and her short height allowed him to hoist her up to stand on the edge of the mattress. \"Get your hands off! And stop saying crude things!\"\n\n\"I’ll say whatever I want!\" Orson shot back. \"You’re not a world-class athlete... you’re a thicc, bubble butt Chinese bitch with a pair of big, fat ass-globes! Now, spread your legs and shake that shit!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nLing whined, but she obeyed, widening her stance. Orson laid back on the bed as she straddled him and started to toss her ass around. \"I get you for this!\" she pouted, arching her back and thrusting her bottom out in an imitation of what was playing on the laptop. \"American pig!\"\n\n\"Ha, you’re a natural!\" Orson said, and of course, this comment annoyed her to no end, despite it being true. Perhaps due to the natural grace and body coordination that came with her Olympian pedigree, Ling was shaking and bouncing her buttocks with uncanny rhythm. Her ass-cheeks were of such size and roundness, she was able to produce a clapping sound even while wearing the tights. He lay under her in a sort of bliss as she dropped lower, jiggling her buttocks in his face, sometimes squatting low enough that they nearly brushed his nose. She grabbed her ankles and shook her cheeks, arched her back and bounced her ass until it looked like her wiggling, clapping ass mounds would tear a hole in them.\n\nOrson realized something amazing when he saw the mix of determination and embarrassment on Ling’s face. She’s giving a performance, he thought. She’s putting her all into it! He smiled and nearly burst out laughing. She was a competitor through and through, and had in her life probably been told a hundred or a thousand times to practice and perfect a routine. The ass-twerking PornHub video he’d queued up was no different. She was imitating the moves of the thick PAWGs and ebony beauties on screen with absolute precision... yet she had an ass that was better than any of them, full and round but also powerful.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHis erection was quickly growing enormous. Orson, known as the resident pussy-hound, was also known for having a cock to match, a serious piece of smooth and aesthetically-pleasing meat that hung down nearly to his knee when half-hard. Now, full erect, it was poking out past the waistband of his warmups, the head hovering over his belly-button.\n\nHe could take no more. \"Okay, now, on your hands and knees!\" he said, scooting out from under her. \"Give me a close up look at that huge ass!\"\n\nHe heard her give one of her curt exhalations of breath, which he now considered a Ling trademark. \"It normal sized!\" she complained. \"Not big!\" She dropped down to her knees and looked over her shoulder at him, brow furrowed. His cock, tucked beneath the hanging lower edge of his undershirt, was mostly concealed.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Orson:** \n * Age and Nationality: Not explicitly stated\n * Appearance: Brown hair, bangs, athletic build, tall (implied by Ling’s height)\n * Personality: Confident, competitive, flirtatious, somewhat arrogant, nationalistic\n * Special abilities: Skilled gymnast, particularly in vault and rings events\n * Relationships:\n * Neil: Teammate and friend, who is aware of Orson's infatuations and tries to keep him grounded\n * Ling: The object of Orson's desire, a Chinese gymnast with whom he makes a bet and eventually engages in intimate activities\n2. **Ling:**\n * Age and Nationality: Not explicitly stated\n * Appearance: Short height, silver-grey eye color, ox-horn hairstyle, athletic build, large thighs and bubble butt\n * Personality: Confident, competitive, strong-willed, nationalistic, somewhat aggressive and blunt\n * Special abilities: World-class gymnast, skilled in various events including vault\n * Relationships:\n * Orson: The subject of her initial disdain but eventual intimacy\n * Chinese coaches and handlers: Implied to be strict and controlling, possibly influencing her actions and words during competitions\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* **Nationalism and competitiveness:** Both Orson and Ling exhibit strong nationalist sentiments and are highly competitive, which fuels their interactions and behaviors.\n* **Physical appearance obsession:** Orson is fixated on Ling's physical appearance, particularly her large thighs and bubble butt. This fixation drives much of his behavior towards her.\n* **Language barriers and cultural differences:** Despite some language difficulties, Orson and Ling manage to communicate effectively. Their cultural backgrounds and differences are occasionally referenced, adding to the narrative.\n* **Athletic skills and training:** As world-class gymnasts, both Orson and Ling possess exceptional athleticism and dedication to their craft. This is reflected in their performances and reactions to each other's abilities.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Talcum powder:** Used by Orson for personal hygiene purposes, creating a humorous distraction.\n* **Team USA stickers:** Used by Orson as a symbol of national pride and dominance after the encounter with Ling.\n* **Cardi B's \"WAP\":** Played on Orson's laptop to demonstrate twerking moves to Ling.\n* **Olympic swag and luggage:** Used by Orson to find the Team USA stickers and other items.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **Gymnastics competition rules:** The story adheres to general gymnastics competition rules and scoring systems, with an emphasis on individual events and overall performance.\n* **Chinese Communist Party influence:** Ling's coaches and handlers are implied to be influenced by the CCP, which affects her behavior and interactions with Orson.\n* **International relations and politics:** The story touches on international tensions and rivalries between the United States and China, reflecting real-world geopolitical dynamics.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Geography and setting:** The story takes place primarily in Tokyo, Japan, during the rescheduled 2020 Olympics, which were moved to late 2021 due to COVID-19.\n* **Social hierarchies and power structures:** The narrative highlights the hierarchical nature of gymnastics teams, with coaches and handlers holding significant authority over athletes like Ling.\n* **Cultural differences and nuances:** The story explores cultural differences between the United States and China, particularly in terms of social norms, communication styles, and attitudes towards sex and intimacy.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Who the fuck are you kidding?\" he laughed. \"Come on. Face down, ass up. Knees together. Really stick out that dump truck!\" She growled with frustration and lowered her chest flat against the bedspread, putting her knees and thighs tightly together, bracing on her knees and sticking her booty in the air. Orson scrambled to his knees, looking like a treasure hunter who had just stumbled on a chest filled with gold. He stuck out his hands and made greedy squeezing motions in the air.\n\n\"That enough!\" Ling objected. \"You stop now!\"\n\nBut Orson wasn’t done. He couldn’t come this close to perfection and not hold it in his hands. And before him, propped up on two shapely, muscled gymnast thighs, as the ultimate booty. So soft, so round, so big! His mind warned him that he was about to cross a dangerous precipice. He could be sanctioned. He could see ‘USA Gymnastics Hit With Another Scandal’ in the newspapers the next day. The safe play was to take his amazing view, bid Ling goodnight, and then jerk his big dick off while the masturbation fuel was still fresh in mind.\n\nBut he had never been one to play it safe.\n\nHis greedy, big hands moved forward and his fingers hooked into the waist of her tights. \"Ah!\" Ling chirped. Orson ignored her objection and pulled. It was the greatest thing he’d ever seen. The tight waistband moved over her wide hips and bulging bubble-booty only with difficulty. And as it travelled, her pale, perfectly complexioned ass flesh poured out from beneath, like the soft and delicious top of a just-baked muffin overflowing its paper holder. Her cheeks emerged and actually recoiled with bounce as he peeled the tights down to mid-thigh, leaving her totally bottomless.\n\n\"Of course you don’t wear panties,\" Orson breathed. \"Your huge ass would probably tear them in half!\" A waft of deliciously-scented air, warm and pungent, hit him right in the face. Ling’s rear, which had been twerking hard, was coated with a sheen of sweat! And between the enormous hemispherical Chinese cheeks, he could see the slightly darker and rosier pucker of her asshole, which was every bit as perfect and inviting as he’d hoped. It didn’t look too tight or like his cock wouldn’t fit, it didn’t look too loose, it was aesthetically perfect. He inhaled and let his nostrils flare around the scent of her sweat.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You are true American pig!\" Ling gasped, her tights now bunched around her knees. \"And sexual degenerate!\"\n\nOrson knew only one way to respond to that. The moment he had been waiting for. He reared back with one muscled, well-coordinated arm, chiseled and cut from so many days suspending himself in mid-air or bouncing off vaulting horses and padded floors. With a short wind-up, he brought it down hard - slapping Ling’s right ass-cheek so loudly that it actually startled the both of them. The sound resonated in the small room and Orson saw a sheen of clean sweat spritz into the air. Ling’s rear actually bounced and jiggled for a while before coming to a stop.\n\n\"Ah!\" Ling moaned, and threw back her head, exhaling, her breath quickening. Orson looked down - her ass was imprinted with the exact outline of his palm in a hot pink color. He could clearly see all four fingers and his thumb. \"You stop now!\" she cried back at him, though she sounded flushed and breathless and more vulnerable than before.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You like this, don’t you?\" Orson ventured, gazing in between Ling’s legs, where her well-trimmed pussy was visible in the familiar pudenda shape, the outer labia seeming to glisten. \"You’re getting wet!\"\n\n\"Shut up!\" Ling wailed, sounding more Western than she had at any other time. \"I not like it ever!\"\n\nOrson clapped his hands down on Ling’s rear, one hand on each cheek, and spread her as wide as she could, drawing another eyes-wide gasp. He thought of the patriots who had gone before him at the Olympic games and brought glory to America. Jesse Owens. Carl Lewis. Michael Phelps. Now, it was his turn.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe buried his face in between those buns. His upper lip and nose smooshed instantly into Ling’s winking, trembling anus as he pressed her cheeks inward around his face as hard as he could, mashing his cheeks with thick mounds of sweat-moistened muscle. He inhaled and felt molecules of hot, Chinese girl booty sweat aerosolized and zip up his nostrils.\n\nLing cried out and pressed her palms and chest flat against the bedspread, squinting her eyes tight. She seemed to barely be able to get any words out. \"Ah! You... American... I... uwaaagh!\"\n\nThe final exclamation came as Orson passed into the final frontier, sticking out his tongue and sliding it as deep as he could into her warm, accepting, and sweat dappled, delicious dark cherry. Immediately his appendage was enveloped in warmth and tightness and he explored as deep as he could, completely surrounded in oriental thickness both front and sides. She sank down, knees weakening, and his face followed her, her cheeks mounding up in his hands and on either side of his face.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe was making objections, half-spoken and clipped by her harsh breaths, but she was also responding to his tongue as it probed her inner walls and danced around her ass rim. He could feel her twitching and knew that she was feeling something intense, in spite of her complaints. The best part (well, not the very best part - that was having his face buried between those two meaty ass-globes!) was feeling her well-muscled body tense and flex and respond to his every movement and he loudly and lewdly ate her ass out. Like most Olympians, her petite and compact frame was a well-oiled machine!\n\n\"Asshole!\" she wailed, exhausting what he assumed was the extent of her English swearing.\n\n\"You can say that again!\" Orson gasped out, removing his mouth from her ring for just a moment, before diving back in even deeper. She struggled back to her knees and struggled away from him, her chest reaching the foot of the bed... but he simply followed, munching away like the human centipede and squeezing her buns around his face like a man shielding himself from a blizzard. He savored the scent and taste of her athletic body, inhaling and slurping enthusiastically.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Chi sin gweilo!\" she cried, and her tiny hands gripped the bedspread as her back arched majestically, thrusting her ass up into the air and harder against his mouth. He felt her muscles tense, and then it happened - a spray of liquid erupted from her pussy, so copious it was like a nozzle had been opened, hosing directly backward into his chest and neck. She accompanied this with a helpless wail. Chinese or American, Orson knew an orgasm when he saw one, and this one had been big enough to shake her body to the core and leave her slumping on the bedspread.\n\nHe stepped back and wiped his mouth with satisfaction. \"Well, well!\" he crowed. \"I guess you like that quite a bit after all!\"\n\nLing only groaned, cheek pressed to the mattress, body flattered, her buttocks the highest point of her stretched-out form, like two rolling hills of flesh. But of course, Orson wasn’t done yet. He may have managed to coax a climax out of the most tsundere gymnast girl in the orient, but his cock was still raring to go... especially with the sight of those two butt mounds resting just inches away.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I think I found what really ran over that guy in Tiananmen Square!\" he quipped, and kneewalked to straddle her thighs. Never before had a valley between two buns looked like such a perfect fit for a piece of meat.\n\n\"Nnngh... go fuck to you!\" Ling rasped, still trying to catch her breath. Orson reached down and took two beautiful, heavy handfuls of ass-flesh and let them spill through the gaps between his digits before spreading her wide. It was like trying to part the sea - her heavy cheeks kept trying to fall back together through and around his hands. But he took a tight grip and slid his long, girthy, and cum-leaking cock into position. He couldn’t remember ever having such a huge erection. Ling’s ass, it seemed, was once again encouraging him to greater heights of performance.\n\nWith his veiny, fleshy log laid in her asscrack, the tip just above the top of her dimpled buttocks, the base emerging from below, with his balls laying between her heavy thighs, her pressed those buns back together... and immediately his face fell into a state of euphoria. It was the best feeling he’d ever experienced! It was better than pussy. He began to thrust his hips, sliding his cock forward and back with small strokes, letting his shaft glide through the passage via the lubrication of his pre-cum and her sweat.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIt felt so good that he knew he wouldn’t last long, and her squeaking moans of post-orgasm arousal, triggered by his fat piss-pipe rubbing against her sensitive anus, only accelerated his finish. \"Mmm, fuck... take my cock, you Chinese butt-bitch!\" he seethed to himself, under his breath, reveling in the conquering feeling of christening her ass with his shaft. Even though he hadn’t meant for her to hear it, she choked out an objection.\n\n\"I am... world-class athlete! Not... butt-bitch!\" Ling gasped.\n\nOrson’s face drew into a tooth-clenched fury. \"Yes you are!\" he seethed at her. \"You have the most massive, slutty ass I’ve ever seen! Your whole career, every coach and trainer and handler you ever had was probably busting a nut in his room the second you walked out the door, because of your huge bubble-butt and thighs!\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Orson:** \n * Age and Nationality: Not explicitly stated\n * Appearance: Brown hair, bangs, athletic build, tall (implied by Ling’s height)\n * Personality: Confident, competitive, flirtatious, somewhat arrogant, nationalistic\n * Special abilities: Skilled gymnast, particularly in vault and rings events\n * Relationships:\n * Neil: Teammate and friend, who is aware of Orson's infatuations and tries to keep him grounded\n * Ling: The object of Orson's desire, a Chinese gymnast with whom he makes a bet and eventually engages in intimate activities\n2. **Ling:**\n * Age and Nationality: Not explicitly stated\n * Appearance: Short height, silver-grey eye color, ox-horn hairstyle, athletic build, large thighs and bubble butt\n * Personality: Confident, competitive, strong-willed, nationalistic, somewhat aggressive and blunt\n * Special abilities: World-class gymnast, skilled in various events including vault\n * Relationships:\n * Orson: The subject of her initial disdain but eventual intimacy\n * Chinese coaches and handlers: Implied to be strict and controlling, possibly influencing her actions and words during competitions\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* **Nationalism and competitiveness:** Both Orson and Ling exhibit strong nationalist sentiments and are highly competitive, which fuels their interactions and behaviors.\n* **Physical appearance obsession:** Orson is fixated on Ling's physical appearance, particularly her large thighs and bubble butt. This fixation drives much of his behavior towards her.\n* **Language barriers and cultural differences:** Despite some language difficulties, Orson and Ling manage to communicate effectively. Their cultural backgrounds and differences are occasionally referenced, adding to the narrative.\n* **Athletic skills and training:** As world-class gymnasts, both Orson and Ling possess exceptional athleticism and dedication to their craft. This is reflected in their performances and reactions to each other's abilities.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Talcum powder:** Used by Orson for personal hygiene purposes, creating a humorous distraction.\n* **Team USA stickers:** Used by Orson as a symbol of national pride and dominance after the encounter with Ling.\n* **Cardi B's \"WAP\":** Played on Orson's laptop to demonstrate twerking moves to Ling.\n* **Olympic swag and luggage:** Used by Orson to find the Team USA stickers and other items.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **Gymnastics competition rules:** The story adheres to general gymnastics competition rules and scoring systems, with an emphasis on individual events and overall performance.\n* **Chinese Communist Party influence:** Ling's coaches and handlers are implied to be influenced by the CCP, which affects her behavior and interactions with Orson.\n* **International relations and politics:** The story touches on international tensions and rivalries between the United States and China, reflecting real-world geopolitical dynamics.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Geography and setting:** The story takes place primarily in Tokyo, Japan, during the rescheduled 2020 Olympics, which were moved to late 2021 due to COVID-19.\n* **Social hierarchies and power structures:** The narrative highlights the hierarchical nature of gymnastics teams, with coaches and handlers holding significant authority over athletes like Ling.\n* **Cultural differences and nuances:** The story explores cultural differences between the United States and China, particularly in terms of social norms, communication styles, and attitudes towards sex and intimacy.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Shut up!\" Ling wailed.\n\n\"And you know when Chairman Mao or whoever came to watch you compete, they always took a seat directly behind so they could see this fucking badonkadonk!\" Orson went on, getting on a rant. \"I’m sick of you denying it! Your cute little body is like 50% ass! You’re not some innocent gymnast; I have the biggest dick on Team USA... and you’re making my whole shaft disappear with this big, fat szechuan shitter!\"\n\nHe reached down as he continued to hotdog her buns, grinding a palm into her bare pussy and finding it absolutely soaked. Ling made a warbling moan and her eyes rolled back a little into her head as her simultaneously mashed her labia into her clit and sawed his bone across the twitching tissue of her anal ring. His leaking cocktip spat droplets of pre-cum onto her lower back each time it emerged from between her cheeks.\n\n\"Say it! You’re not an athlete, you’re just a bitch with a pair of huge Chinese meat buns!\" Orson taunted. \"You only got where you are by waving this dim sum dumper around in front of men!\" Of course he believed no such thing - Ling would probably score better than him 99 times out of 100 - but his feelings of dominance were in overdrive, and her body was responding even more. He sank two digits into her pussy and started to fingerblast quickly, filling the room with an obscene, liquid sound. She was to hot and tight!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I... I...\"\n\n\"Say it! Spread your fucking ass for me!\"\n\nHer whole body tensed again and Orson’s fingers were nearly snapped by the spasming grip of her pussy, while more lubrication squirted out all over his fingers and hand, creating a sprinkler that dappled the mattress again. She arched her back, spread her knees wide enough to tear her pulled-down tights, and then reached behind herself, taking a hold of her own booty... and spreading the thick ass-mounds wide, exposing her glistening, twitching asshole.\n\n\"I... am Chinese butt biiiiiitch!\" she wailed, and her voice was so ragged that Orson knew she was rolling her eyes back without even seeing them. His muscled arm moved rapidly forward and back as he jerked and milked his long and turgid penis, fisting it aggressively over the spread twin platforms of her ass, the head seeming to swell and twitch as he got closer.\n\n\"Take my cum you fat ass Chinese sluuuuuut!\" he cried, and then became subject to the facial contortions and spasms that every male encounters when the orgasm is really good, looking ridiculous but not caring, gasping out as a thick, unbroken stream of semen flew from his pisshole and splattered the length of her crack as if he was adding condiments to a hotdog. His thick, virile seed piled on itself, trickling into the small depression of her anal ring as spurt after spurt compounded there. He aimed left, deposited three thick streams on her bubbly butt cheek, then aimed to the right, repeating the deep, wanting to leave every inch of her mounds totally covered and saturated. But mostly, he unloaded in between - grunting out splatter after splatter of his thick load until her asshole was completely covered.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWhen it was finally done, and his cock was spent, he slumped back onto the bed. Ling let her grip go and her bubble-ass collapsed back together, jiggling as the cheeks collided. There was a squelching noise as the huge deposit of cum was caught between, and when those round ass-mounds finally lay still, Orson saw that thick strands of his cum were connecting them together like milky rope bridges. He had totally creamed her big, thick ass! Orson guessed that not even the astronauts who planted the American flag on the moon had ever felt such a surge after marking territory as their own.\n\nLing groaned, face-down, silver eyes dazed, cheek pressed against the bedspread. Orson was struck by a sudden burst of inspiration. Leaning over the side of the bed to where he’d placed his Olympic swag and luggage, he found a packet of Team USA stickers that ostensibly were to be used to mark his bags, water bottles and other sundries. He gleefully peeled one of these away, and then crawled across the bed.\n\nWHAP!\n\nIt was the biggest jiggle yet. Using his palm, he slapped down the Team USA sticker, emblazoned with the stars and bars, and the red white and blue. Directly onto the cum-streaked right cheek of Ling’s amazing bubble butt. It stuck fast, and as Orson watched her flesh undulate under the symbol of his nation, a tear came to his eye. He reached up and gave a military-style salute, humming the star-spangled banner as he watched that amazing eastern ass-mound wobble.\n\n\"God bless the United States of America,\" Orson whispered, and then slumped back onto his pillows, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment. The intensity of the encounter had left him a little drained, and he lay with his eyes closed for several minutes, expecting that Ling might struggle to her feet, collect her tights, and take her leave. Yet it was five minutes or more before he felt her stirring at the foot of the bed, and a petite and impish hand clutching at his ankle.\n\n\"You must do more!\" came her voice, and Orson’s eyes went wide. Had he heard her correctly? More? He had just busted the biggest nut of his life! It seemed unlikely, but he looked over and there she was, sitting between his ankles, staring at him intently, her eyes shining like dull silver. In the wake of her orgasms and their rutting, with a few strands of her silky black hair out of place from her tight hair buns and a sheen of sweat on her body, she looked more beautiful than ever. Not only that, but her expression was very much changed. She looked plaintive. Submissive, even.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Uh...\" Orson stammered, drawing himself up to his elbows.\n\n\"Don’t start being lazy American now,\" Ling said, crossing her arms. \"You hit my switch! And your gweilo cock really big!\" Her voice was almost whiny, like a petulant child who wanted more desert. As Orson watched, she stood up on the mattress, walked to straddle his waist, and then turned around... before squatting directly over his half-hard cock. Showing much more agency and interest than she’d had only moments before, she reached down and took hold of his white, girthy hose, stroking it hard enough to make him wince, and positioning it so she could drop her thick booty straight down and take the length straight up her cum-soaked asshole!\n\n\"I uh... look, I don’t think I - you’re pretty small, and-\" Orson stammered, but she showed no hesitation at all. Even though she was tiny - perhaps four-foot-nine, all told - she was fearless when it came to the knee-length size of his cum-leaking dickmeat. Just watching her squat over it, ass-cheeks bulging out like half-moons, he estimated it would go all the way up into the center of her chest if he went balls deep. In other words... it seemed impossible. \"Plus,\" he added, suddenly feeling a bit nervous at her lustful expression, \"I just came, so-\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I get you hard again,\" Ling said, determined. She said it in the same tone of voice that she might have used to say ‘I win gold medal’ - the icy confidence of a life-long competitor. She reached down, grabbed her ankles... and then squatted in the lewdest, jiggliest, ass-clappingest twerksex pose imaginable. Her bubble-butt cheeks wobbled and bounced against each other, the flesh compressing and expanding, her asshole peeking out and then hiding again, strands of cum stretching and breaking.\n\n\"Nnnngh,\" Orson moaned, biting his lip.\n\"Give me,\" she breathed. \"Give me fat Chinese ass pumped full of American cum!\"\n\nOrson wheezed through his lips like a horse as his cock rocketed to hardness, hearing her refer to herself in such a way. As his towering prick bobbed in midair, she again used one hand to steady it and slowly dropped her hips down... taking inch after inch inside her asshole with the meaty sound of sliding, stretching, moist flesh being parted! They gasped together at the mutual pleasure it brought. Orson found the grip so hot and tight, and the visual of his pipe spearing between her thick cheeks so amazing, he nearly came again on the spot.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe began to raise and lower, raise and lower. Orson quickly gained an appreciation for the determination and athleticism of Chinese gymnasts as her compact body somehow accepted every inch of his mammoth meat; he was sure that if he could see her front, the shape of his long and girthy Caucasian cock would be visible poking up the skin of her trim belly. On the downstrokes, she planted her palms on his upper thighs and her buttocks dropped all the way down to slap wetly on his abs.\n\nPlap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.\n\nOrson lost track of time. It was at least the length of a floor routine, probably more than double, and he could tell from her undulating and groaning that Ling came multiple times. She called him big-dick American, American donkey cock, and gweilo, and several times lapsed into unintelligible Chinese. Much to his amazement, she used the terms he had used before to describe her own ass, begging him to fill up her big, fat fucking ass, wreck her bubble butt, and other combinations of lewd English terms endearing in their out-of-order syntax.\n\nFinally, though he would have testified just fifteen minutes before that he couldn’t cum another drop, she sank down onto his abdomen with her third or fourth anal orgasm, bracing her hands behind her and raising her crotch so that half his cock had emerged, and squirted like crazy all over the room, even splattering his walls. At the same time, Orson gritted his teeth, called her a fat-ass, bubble-butt Chinese bitch, and uncorked what held like a gallon of thick semen deep into her ass-pipe, feeling immense satisfaction from filling her up.\n\nWhen it was done, their sweaty bodies lay tangled in a heap, his on top of hers, and neither one of them said anything. His hand brushed against her waist and, hesitantly, he gave her a loose embrace. A moment later, her small hand gripped his bicep in a reciprocal gesture.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You... come to World Championships,\" Ling breathed, her chin pressed up against his chest, staring up at him. Her eyes shone, and she planted a short kiss on one of his pecs. \"I need more American cum. So you come to Beijing.\" She closed her eyes cutely and smiled.\n\nOrson was suddenly both excited and afraid. Which, he realized, was at least better than being bored. He had actually been planning to retire from gymnastics following the Olympic games, but now?\n\nHe had a very good reason to make the World Championships.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Fat ass, bubble butt Chinese girl,\" he muttered, not unkindly.\n\n\"Lazy American donkey dick,\" she sighed back.\n\nIt was sun-up before she left his room.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Bea**: \n * Appearance: Not explicitly described, but mentioned that she has a \"thicc\" physique.\n * Personality: Bea is initially hesitant and reserved but becomes more confident and playful as the story progresses. She enjoys teasing her opponent and seems to appreciate their enthusiasm.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: Bea interacts with her opponent (the trainer) in a romantic manner, suggesting a developing relationship.\n\n2. **The Trainer**: \n * Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n * Personality: The trainer is depicted as a pervert who enjoys licking and biting Bea's groin area. They seem enthusiastic and eager to please Bea.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: The trainer develops a close bond with Bea, engaging in intimate activities and showing affection towards her.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* **Perverted Behavior**: The trainer exhibits unusual behavior by licking and biting Bea's private areas during the Pokémon battle. This trait influences their actions and interactions within the story.\n* **Enthusiasm**: Both Bea and the trainer display high levels of excitement and eagerness during their intimate encounters.\n* **Confidence**: As the story progresses, Bea becomes more confident in expressing her desires and boundaries.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Poké Ball**: A device used to capture and store Pokémon. It's not directly involved in the intimate scenes but is mentioned earlier in the story.\n* **Fighting Badge**: An award given to Bea's opponent for winning the Gym battle. However, they decline the badge and instead focus on interacting with Bea romantically.\n* **Skintight Bodysuit and Shorts**: Bea wears a tight-fitting outfit that allows the trainer to access her private areas easily. This item plays a significant role in the intimate scenes.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **Pokémon Battles**: The story takes place during a Pokémon battle, where trainers compete using their Pokémon. The rules and systems governing Pokémon battles are not explicitly stated but are implied through the narrative.\n* **Gym Battles**: Bea participates in a Gym battle, which involves competing against other trainers to earn badges. The outcome of the battle determines the winner and the award of the Fighting Badge.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Geography**: The location of the story is not specified, but it appears to take place in a world similar to the one in the Pokémon franchise.\n* **Politics**: There is no mention of politics or governance in the story.\n* **Social Hierarchies**: Trainers and their Pokémon are part of a social hierarchy, with Gyms serving as centers for competition and badge collection. The story does not delve deeply into this aspect.\n* **Laws Governing the World**: The laws and regulations governing the world are not explicitly stated but are implied through the narrative. For example, the fact that Bea can engage in intimate activities with her opponent suggests a relatively relaxed attitude towards such behaviors.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBea grimaced, thrust out her Pokeball, and said, \"Come back, Machamp.\" A pink beam gathered up her defeated Pokemon, and she sighed as she put the ball away. There was sweat on her brow, and in the small of her back; it had been a while since she’d fought a trainer this strong. \"It looks like...you were the better trainer today,\" she added grudgingly, not quite meeting her opponent’s eyes. \"For your efforts, I hereby award you the Fighting Badge. S-So...be proud, okay?\"\n\nShe waited a few seconds before looking up at the trainer, who had already crossed the space between them. Now he was right in front of her, and she stiffened in fright, but when she held out the Fighting Badge, he didn’t move to take it.\n\n\"H-Huh?\" Bea asked, her brows creasing in a frown. \"What — you don’t want it?\" She pushed the badge against his chest, but he never even broke eye contact. \"W-Well, what do you want?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe trainer’s eyes lit up.As though she’d given him permission – which she certainly hadn’t – he dropped to his knees and crammed his face between her thighs, making her gasp in total shock as he started to lick and bite her groin through her skintight bodysuit and shorts! She squirmed, but the trainer’s arms wrapped around her hips and held on tight. \n\n\"Wh-What the hell are you...nnghf...doing!?\" Bea cried, grasping the trainer’s hair and trying to push him back – which she could have done with ease, if she’d made the attempt in earnest. The muscles in her arms stood up as she grumbled and groaned, her back straight and her knees trembling, her eyes becoming more distant as the lewd young man nuzzled her crotch. A Pokemon battle was a big workout, and her blood was already pumping red-hot, so the inclusion of an eager mouth sucking and tonguing her pussy through two layers of fabric made her clench her teeth in an attempt to stop the moans from rising. She didn’t succeed for long; the first groan that emerged was long and wavering, as her eyes wavered in their sockets — and then she closed her eyes and let it loose, opening her mouth wide and... \"Aaaahn~!\" Her hands, which had been prying the trainer’s face away from her groin, slowly wrapped in his hair and pulled him against her, while she shifted awkwardly forward so her thighs squeezed his face. \"Hwwf...hnf...\"\n\nShe rocked her hips slowly against him, closing her eyes while sucking shaky breaths, her small chest heaving. Her opponent was a complete pervert! N-Not that she minded; anyone who could make her feel this good was worth playing around with, even if he had strange ideas about what he could do with her body.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Agh...if you wanna do that, I’d better take these off,\" Bea murmured, undoing her shorts and tugging them down, so the groin of her skintight suit was visible. This time, it was Bea who grabbed his head and tugged him forwards again, driving his mouth against her needy cameltoe so he could kiss, lick, and slurp on her as much as he liked. He groaned, the front of his pants tenting out as he worshipped her sweaty body with his hands and mouth, groping her chiselled asscheeks in his palms while capturing her clothed pussy in his hungry maw. He was shameless, eagerly shoving and shunting against her without a single thought for how he might look – which was, of course, like a total, irredeemable creep...not that Bea minded in this very moment. She huffed and puffed, feeling like she was undergoing an intense workout; she’d never been treated like this before, and she wanted to see how far it could go. \"Mmn...ah...\" She spread her thighs a little further, stepping over the kneeling man so his head was forced to crane back, rocking and pumping her hips slowly but steadily, riding his face as her lip trembled in bliss. \"Ha...look at you, sucking on my puss like your life depends on it. What – did you get overwhelmed the moment you laid eyes on me...?\" Bea wasn’t even sure what she was saying; it just felt...natural...to tease the little cunnilingus-whore as he made all kinds of lewd slurping noises. She rocked her hips in circles, grinding all over his face, reaching down to hook her thumb inside her skintight suit and guide it slowly aside, exposing her delicious, caramel pussy to the trainer’s mercy. He crooned and tried to cover it with his mouth, but she placed a palm on his forehead, holding him back, glaring into his eyes as he struggled to worship her. \n\n\"Heeh.\" At last, Bea let him go — and moaned as he engulfed her cunt in his sweet lips, immediately plunging his tongue inside her. His agile muscle flicked and rippled delightedly, sending shocks of pleasure up through her toned body while she tugged at his hair. She needed this after a long day of work. As she tugged off her top, leaving herself in just her skintight training suit, she looked down and saw her nipples were stiff and bulging through the fabric. She grinned. Sweat dripped from her hair, and her lungs felt tight with exhaustion, but she’d never been so excited before. \"That feels...good...~\" She moaned again, her voice turning completely girly as she tipped her head back and let her true feelings be known. All the while, her hips kept churning, jerking, pumping over her new servant’s face. \"I might have to...keep you around, huh?\" she murmured. \n\nAs the trainer worker, Bea grew increasingly hot and flustered. She knew her climax wasn’t far away, and she had no intention of denying herself the satisfaction, so when it finally reared its head, she clenched her jaw and mewled in utter bliss, her entire body stiffening and wriggling, rising up on her tiptoes as she squirted into the trainer’s mouth! \"Yuh-Yesss! Take it...!\" He obeyed all too eagerly, sucking down her nectar and swallowing it without hesitation, treating it like the ambrosia of a goddess!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nFinally, when Bea’s hackles fell down, she watched him suckle on her blissful pussy lips for a long minute before pushing him back, breaking the seal between his mouth and her cunt with a faint, soggy pop. She hooked a thumb in his mouth as she glowered down at him, then patted his head affectionately. \"Good boy,\" she said, \"but we aren’t done yet.\"\n\nStepping back, Bea undressed before him, peeling her training suit away from her sweaty, chiselled body and grinning as he ogled her naked form. Turning, she brought both hands down on her ass in a meaty clap, then bent over and rubbed her pussy with two fingers. \"Come here,\" she said, swaying her perky butt from side to side. The pervert shuffled toward her and, without a moment’s hesitation, buried his face between her toned asscheeks, covering her tight little asshole with his lips and subjecting it to the hungry sweeps of his tongue. \"Auh! Hnn...\" She chewed her bottom lip and rolled her shoulders happily, reaching back with her free hand to pet his head. \"I think...this could turn out...to be a truly beautiful friendship. Now...get deeper in there!\" She pressed his head down while dropping to her knees, lowering her own head until her cheek touched the floor. The pervy trainer groaned, then plunged his tongue as deep as he could, making Bea cry out in bliss. Her eyes wavered as he tongued her. She’d never had her ass eaten before, and the experience was...hypnotic. She was going to cum again, and her fingers raced in and out of her pussy as she strove toward the ultimate pleasure, quivering in ecstasy...!\n\n\"HaaAAAHN~!<3\" Her teeth clicked together in a wide, blissful grin as she came yet again, shuddering from head to toe and squirting into the trainer’s mouth. \"Ungh, ungh, UNGH!\" She bucked her hips against him, hard enough to send him toppling back, and growled into the floor as her own pleasured teardrops glistened beneath her. \"Fuck...\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAs she swayed her ass from side to side, baking in the afterglow, Bea’s eyes narrowed. Yeah...she was keeping this boy-toy, no matter what.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Matthias Ravenwell:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Kind, empathetic, and genuine. He shows concern for others, such as Marjorie and Nora. He is also confident and willing to speak up when necessary.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Jenny: A woman he had sex with and seems to have feelings for.\n * Nora: A servant he meets through Roderick and develops feelings for.\n * Roderick Montsimard: A knight he meets through circumstance and has a complex relationship with.\n2. **Jenny:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Not explicitly described, except for being \"voracious\" during their night together.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Matthias.\n3. **Roderick Montsimard:** \n - Appearance: Described as having broad shoulders, a big moustache, shoulder-length brown hair slicked back, and a bit of a widow's peak.\n - Personality: Complex; he appears polite and courteous towards Matthias but is also shown to be abusive and condescending towards his servants, particularly Nora.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Nora: His servant whom he treats poorly.\n * Marjorie (deceased): Another servant who stole from him and was executed.\n4. **Marjorie:** \n - Appearance: Described as a skinny woman with black hair wearing patchwork rags.\n - Personality: Impulsive and rebellious, as seen in her decision to steal from her master and run away.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Roderick and the other servants.\n5. **Nora Glenncole:** \n - Appearance: Described as having auburn hair, a button nose, plump lips, purple eyeshadow, and a purple lipstick. She wears a tight green dress that exposes her bra and has metal shin guards with the emblem of the Empire.\n - Personality: Timid, yet sweet and appreciative. She is also resourceful and willing to help Matthias.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Roderick: Her master whom she fears and respects.\n * Matthias: A man she develops feelings for and helps secretly.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **The Empire's Military Presence:** The Empire has a significant military presence, including thousands of knights, which they use to negotiate with cities without bloodshed.\n2. **Servant Culture:** Servants are a common part of life in the Empire, often born into servitude or forced into it due to circumstances. They are treated poorly by their masters and are expected to follow orders without question.\n3. **Religious Beliefs:** The Ocularus Church believes that higher powers once guided humanity but have abandoned them, leaving humans to create their own paradise on Earth. This philosophy is contrasted with the traditional views of established churches.\n4. **Social Hierarchy:** The story highlights the social hierarchy within the Empire, with nobles holding power over servants. The Green Expanse is portrayed as having a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Bow and Quiver:** Matthias carries a bow and quiver, indicating that he may be skilled in archery.\n2. **Messenger Bag:** Matthias uses a messenger bag to carry important documents, suggesting that he may be involved in espionage or diplomacy.\n3. **Candle:** Nora lights a candle in the secret hideaway, providing light for their intimate moment.\n4. **Food and Drink:** Leftovers from the feast are used to provide food and drink for Matthias' journey.\n5. **Letter:** Matthias delivers a letter to an Empire ambassador, which is central to the plot.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **The Black Day:** A historical event that led to the founding of the Ocularus Church and the Holy Sunburst Empire.\n2. **The Lapis Wastes:** A forbidden land west of the Empire, where the Ocular Prophet Orion went to seek answers.\n3. **Paradise on Earth:** The Ocularus Church teaches that humans must create their own paradise on Earth since higher powers have abandoned them.\n4. **Eclesians '74 Wine:** A high-quality wine consecrated by a Bishop of the Ocularus Church, enjoyed by Roderick and Matthias.\n5. **Headcount:** A daily count of servants and soldiers, which Nora mentions as a potential risk for her if she stays with Matthias overnight.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story takes place in a world with multiple regions, including the Green Expanse and the Empire.\n2. **Politics:** The Empire is expanding its influence, using negotiations and military presence to achieve its goals. The Green Expanse is resistant to this expansion.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** The Empire has a strict social hierarchy, with nobles at the top and servants at the bottom. The Green Expanse has a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n4. **Laws and Governance:** The Empire seems to have a centralized authority, with rules and regulations governing the behavior of citizens and servants.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWhen Matthias woke up, his body felt battered in some very particular places, but he otherwise felt incredibly fulfilled. Maybe it had been the brandy, maybe it had been the couple hours of sex, but he awoke feeling like he had had his best night of sleep in years, leaving him feeling more rejuvenated and energized than he could recollect in recent memory. Of course, the mild aches in his legs were the exception, but they could’ve been worse. After all, he and Jenny had gone through several positions, mercifully enough. She had spent roughly more time riding him than she had on all fours or her back, giving him ample time to memorize the sight of her curves bouncing against him. In fact, maybe she’d be up for a morning round or two?...\n\nWhen he raised his head, however, he found Jenny absent from the mountain of pillows he had fallen asleep over. They had passed out side-by-side, so for her to be gone...How long had he slept, for? He got up, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, stretched out the kinks in his muscles, and began dressing himself. Languidly, he stepped over to the table, lifted up the bottle of brandy they had drank from, and gave it a little swirl. The damn thing had maybe half an inch of booze left. The two of them had nearly polished it off. He raised an eyebrow and almost cursed his luck. Maybe the whole night had only happened because Jenny had been too drunk to keep her hands off of him. Maybe that’s why she was gone - maybe she was embarrassed. His ego took a bit of a hit, at the idea.\n\nThankfully, the fear was put to rest, shortly afterwards. Just as he was pulling on his fur coat, the blonde from the earlier night poked her head in through the cyan curtains segregating Jenny’s space, giving a bit of a start when she saw he was already up and ready to go. Smiling, she bade him a good morning, stepping inside as he shouldered his messenger bag. She relayed a message from Jenny, who was sorry she couldn’t be there to see him after the previous night, but that she wanted him to know she had had plenty of fun. Maybe, if she’s free to see him on his return trip, they could do it, again. For now, however, he was free to grab his resupply while she jumped out for some Black Band duties, as well as chomp on some quick breakfast before someone saw him out.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe message had him smiling. Another night with Jenny? Count him in. The blonde gave a giggle at that, then pulled a wicker basket into the room, filled with enough provisions to last him to his next stop, as well as enough for him to tuck into before he was on his way. He slipped the packets into his messenger bag, ensuring his all-important missive remained unharmed in the process, then began eating the extra. Just on a whim, he ventured to ask the blonde if she might’ve possibly had any idea what his message was all about, since nobody had told him anything besides how important it was to the Black Band’s resistance efforts. The blonde just shrugged.\n\nAll she knew, she assured him, was that everyone in the Black Band had been told about him and what he was doing, as well as how important it was and how they were to protect him with their lives. She had heard grumblings amongst some of the members in the local chapter, considering Matthias was a complete outsider who was nonetheless being given the hero treatment, but they were all willing to lay down their lives, should his message be so vital. He could only nod, at that. Once he had finished eating, he shouldered his quiver and bow and followed the blonde outside the building, through the alleyways, and back out into the main street by the southern gate. If he could manage making it to the northern gate from there, she teased, he could be on his way. He just raised an eyebrow at her, amiably said his farewell, and set off into the city.\n\nHis trip to the next closest city took another two days, leaving him with eight remaining days to arrive at Lord Fairbanks’ fete in Envers City. For that entire first day, he was walking on sunshine, feeling like a prince after his night with Jenny. He had expected it to be good, and he hadn’t gone disappointed. He didn’t know if she was always that calibre of voracious, or if she had simply gone a little crazy with a virgin all to herself, but by the end of it, he had been red, sore, and utterly drained. By the second day, he had started feeling antsy again, and found himself constantly distracted by the raw memories she had left him with, the scents, the sounds, the images all burned into his mind. It became difficult not to take matters into his own hands, but with his destination near, he decided to keep his cool until he could have proper privacy.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBefore the walls of Sapphire City even came into view, however, Matthias noticed something on the road ahead, some kind of commotion. His brow furrowed in curiosity. He unshouldered his bow and notched an arrow on his drawstring, but withheld drawing the arrow back until he was more aware of what was happening. Down the road, he could see a fairly large group of people in a crowd, all facing inwards, as if they were surrounding something. They were all dressed in suits of platemail - knights, perhaps - but beyond that, he couldn’t make out much. Without warning, someone broke away from the group and began sprinting down the road towards him, running like the wind as if the fear of God had been struck into them. The knights all turned and gave pursuit, but with their heavy armour weighing them down, they were all at an obvious disadvantage.\n\nMatthias slowed to a stop, his jaw tightening. The figure sprinting ahead of the group was a woman, just some skinny little thing with a mop of black hair, wearing little more than patchwork rags that hardly even reached her knees. She must’ve seen him well ahead of her attempt to call for help, likely hoping to conserve her breath. One of the knights shouted \"Stop her! Thief!\" Once she was close enough, the woman cried out \"Please! Help me! They’ll kill me!\" Matthias, a little lost in the face of the conflict, simply asked \"What’s going on, here? What’s-?\" The woman cut him off by barrelling into him, throwing herself around him until she was putting him between herself and the knights, hiding behind him like he were a human shield.\n\n\"They’ll kill me,\" she repeated by his ear in a hiss, her fingers hooking into his shoulders like claws. Matthias looked over at the knights as they came to a stop, all facing him in a wall of silvery metal. He had seen a few of the King’s men before in his day, and didn’t recognize the uniform of these knights. When his eyes settled on the plates they wore over the front of their shoulders, protecting their underarms, his blood began to run cold. The plates were emblazoned with the golden mark of an erupting sun, complete with long, sharp tendrils in every direction, symbolizing blinding sunrays. They were Empire soldiers.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nTheir platemail was made of a finely polished silver-like steel, with the plumes of their helmets a glorious red. None carried shields, for their thick, bulky armour made a shield utterly unnecessary. Each had solely long, elegant swords drawn, the blades glinting like shafts of starlight under the red evening sun. One of the knights immediately demanded \"Step away from the woman, citizen! She’s stolen from our camp! She knows the punishment for thieving from an officer! Know that if you attempt to shield her, the punishment for aiding and abetting her in her crime will be summary execution!\" Matthias’ stomach twisted into a cold knot. What the hell had he just gotten himself into? There was no way he could fight off this many trained soldiers. He was just one man with a bow. How many of them were there? Fifteen?\n\nMatthias carefully asked \"What has she stolen?\" The woman immediately protested \"I’ve stolen nothing!\" One of the knights began walking forward through the crowd, snapping \"How dare you, Marjorie. You dare protest your innocence when we saw you pinch the ring?\" Matthias raised an eyebrow. The woman behind him gave a shuddering whimper. This particular knight had the visor of his basinet raised, exposing his face. The man’s thick brown moustache, the sort which Matthias liked to jokingly refer to as a \"soup trap,\" twitched around as he spat his words. Brown eyes turned black with rage, he snapped \"I took you in, I fed you, I clothed you, I gave you a place to sleep, and you repay my kindness by stealing my engagement ring? The gall.\"\n\nHe thrust out his arm and stuck out a finger, accusingly pointing at her face, poking up over Matthias’ shoulder. \"To make matters worse, you hide behind a bystander like a coward, hoping that...What? His sense of chivalry will make him step in and sacrifice himself for you, giving you one single extra minute to escape?\" Shifting his eyes to Matthias, he shook his head, dropped his arm, and flatly instructed \"Citizen, don’t waste your skin over this. She’s a runaway servant, my servant, and she’s guilty of thievery against a military officer of the Holy Sunburst Empire. She’s stolen from my own quarters a ring worth the lifetimes of a thousand servants, likely hoping it would fund her escape. Do the right thing and step aside.\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Matthias Ravenwell:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Kind, empathetic, and genuine. He shows concern for others, such as Marjorie and Nora. He is also confident and willing to speak up when necessary.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Jenny: A woman he had sex with and seems to have feelings for.\n * Nora: A servant he meets through Roderick and develops feelings for.\n * Roderick Montsimard: A knight he meets through circumstance and has a complex relationship with.\n2. **Jenny:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Not explicitly described, except for being \"voracious\" during their night together.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Matthias.\n3. **Roderick Montsimard:** \n - Appearance: Described as having broad shoulders, a big moustache, shoulder-length brown hair slicked back, and a bit of a widow's peak.\n - Personality: Complex; he appears polite and courteous towards Matthias but is also shown to be abusive and condescending towards his servants, particularly Nora.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Nora: His servant whom he treats poorly.\n * Marjorie (deceased): Another servant who stole from him and was executed.\n4. **Marjorie:** \n - Appearance: Described as a skinny woman with black hair wearing patchwork rags.\n - Personality: Impulsive and rebellious, as seen in her decision to steal from her master and run away.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Roderick and the other servants.\n5. **Nora Glenncole:** \n - Appearance: Described as having auburn hair, a button nose, plump lips, purple eyeshadow, and a purple lipstick. She wears a tight green dress that exposes her bra and has metal shin guards with the emblem of the Empire.\n - Personality: Timid, yet sweet and appreciative. She is also resourceful and willing to help Matthias.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Roderick: Her master whom she fears and respects.\n * Matthias: A man she develops feelings for and helps secretly.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **The Empire's Military Presence:** The Empire has a significant military presence, including thousands of knights, which they use to negotiate with cities without bloodshed.\n2. **Servant Culture:** Servants are a common part of life in the Empire, often born into servitude or forced into it due to circumstances. They are treated poorly by their masters and are expected to follow orders without question.\n3. **Religious Beliefs:** The Ocularus Church believes that higher powers once guided humanity but have abandoned them, leaving humans to create their own paradise on Earth. This philosophy is contrasted with the traditional views of established churches.\n4. **Social Hierarchy:** The story highlights the social hierarchy within the Empire, with nobles holding power over servants. The Green Expanse is portrayed as having a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Bow and Quiver:** Matthias carries a bow and quiver, indicating that he may be skilled in archery.\n2. **Messenger Bag:** Matthias uses a messenger bag to carry important documents, suggesting that he may be involved in espionage or diplomacy.\n3. **Candle:** Nora lights a candle in the secret hideaway, providing light for their intimate moment.\n4. **Food and Drink:** Leftovers from the feast are used to provide food and drink for Matthias' journey.\n5. **Letter:** Matthias delivers a letter to an Empire ambassador, which is central to the plot.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **The Black Day:** A historical event that led to the founding of the Ocularus Church and the Holy Sunburst Empire.\n2. **The Lapis Wastes:** A forbidden land west of the Empire, where the Ocular Prophet Orion went to seek answers.\n3. **Paradise on Earth:** The Ocularus Church teaches that humans must create their own paradise on Earth since higher powers have abandoned them.\n4. **Eclesians '74 Wine:** A high-quality wine consecrated by a Bishop of the Ocularus Church, enjoyed by Roderick and Matthias.\n5. **Headcount:** A daily count of servants and soldiers, which Nora mentions as a potential risk for her if she stays with Matthias overnight.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story takes place in a world with multiple regions, including the Green Expanse and the Empire.\n2. **Politics:** The Empire is expanding its influence, using negotiations and military presence to achieve its goals. The Green Expanse is resistant to this expansion.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** The Empire has a strict social hierarchy, with nobles at the top and servants at the bottom. The Green Expanse has a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n4. **Laws and Governance:** The Empire seems to have a centralized authority, with rules and regulations governing the behavior of citizens and servants.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"He...He beats me!\" The woman tried protesting, too rattled to whisper. The knight furrowed his brow and snapped \"You lie, Marjorie, and if you weren’t due for the death penalty, I would beat you for slandering my name!\" Matthias’ eyes subtly shifted around at all the knights. Their swords had never dipped from him. He swallowed some excess saliva. He didn’t need this. He hadn’t asked for this situation. There was no way he could win if he fought, and he honestly didn’t think he even wanted to. Did a legitimate thief really deserve his protection? What about his delivery for the Black Band? When he began to step away from the woman, she began blubbering, clawing at his coat, trying to latch on to him for protection. Her voice tightening up, she cried out \"No, please! You can stop them! You can’t do this to me, they’ll kill me!\"\n\n\"She’s all your’s,\" he said, somewhat quietly. \"Take her,\" the lead knight declared, shoving out an arm to point at her. The knights rushed forward. The woman screamed. \"No!\" She tried to turn and run, but one of the knights lashed out with his sword and caught her across the back of a leg, sending her collapsing face-first into the dirt. Matthias turned around and watched, his face twisting up. The lead knight was only half wrong. Seeing the woman running for her life may not have necessarily aroused his sense of chivalry, but seeing actual physical harm befall her instantly made his decision difficult to stomach. Once she was down on the ground, two different knights began manhandling her, yelling at her to give up the ring. They groped her body, evidently searching for the stolen property, and she tried to fight them off by flailing her limbs like a child. It didn’t work.\n\nWhen one of the knights found a tiny jewellery box, which the servant had evidently hidden inside her underwear, he walked it over to the lead knight and handed it to him. The lead knight curled his lip up in distaste, holding the tiny, black felt box out at arm’s length. \"By Orion,\" he quietly exclaimed. \"Befouling my gift in such a way? You certainly know how to add insult to injury, Marjorie.\" He nodded to the knight who still had her down in the dirt. \"Make it quick,\" he instructed. Marjorie bellowed for help. Matthias had to look away, the cold knot in his stomach twisting up like it were about to burst. He had never seen someone die, before - God help him, he never would. Marjorie’s scream was cut off in wet, burbling gurgles. The sound of her thrashing against the ground ceased, immediately after.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Take the body. We’ll add her to the funeral pyre. She may be a thief, and she may not even be a citizen of the Empire, but it’s what she’s due for entering my service,\" the lead knight instructed. \"Yes, sir,\" the executioner-knight answered. The rest of the knights wordlessly sheathed their blades. Matthias barely looked over as the lead knight came up beside him, clapping his hand down over the young man’s back. He raised his eyes to the knight’s as he said, considerably more agreeably now that the matter at hand had been taken care of, \"Sir Roderick Montsimard, son of Sir Clayton Montsimard, captain of the Holy Sunburst Empire’s twenty-third regiment, loyal servant of our Empress, Her Holiness Selenia Varchon. Pleased to meet you, young man. Even more pleased you did the right thing and had not thrown your life away. You are?\"\n\nMatthias raised his eyebrows, a little. Slowly, he answered \"Matthias Ravenwell. Just...Matthias. I...Don’t really have any titles. I’m just a farmer.\" Roderick raised an eyebrow, his eyes falling half-closed. Almost under his breath, he remarked \"Urgh. Matthias. How typically Green Expanse. Your names are so dull and predictable. Matthias, Matthew, Matrick, Marick...So bland.\" \"Well, uh...I don’t really know what to say to that. It’s just a name,\" Matthias answered, trying to keep his resentment out of his voice as well as off of his face. Roderick gave him another clap over the back, and when he noticed the subtly suspicious look growing on his face, Matthias began feeling uneasy. Some of Roderick’s knights began to turn to face Matthias, watching the two of them speak.\n\nNonchalantly, Roderick asked \"A farmer without a farm? No farmer goes far from his land. Where are you headed, young man? You’re armed for trouble, at the very least. I hope you know how to use that thing, some of the wildlife around here can be snippy.\" Matthias readily answered \"Envers City. I’m doing a favour for someone I know, carrying a package to someone. It’s private.\" \"I see,\" Roderick answered, his brow faintly furrowing. \"We’ll be on our way to Envers City, as well, soon. Why don’t you join us at our camp, for the evening? We’re located just outside the city walls, keeping an eye out for Black Band rebels.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Were you about to sit down to dinner? I’m famished,\" Matthias answered, one corner of his mouth rising in a bit of a smirk. Roderick gave a bark of a laugh. He began walking up the road, gesturing for Matthias to follow. \"That we were,\" he answered. \"Now that this unpleasant business with Marjorie is finished, let’s not keep the cooks waiting any longer, citizen.\" At hearing her name, Matthias turned his head. One of the knights was carrying her body in his arms. The great deal of blood soaking the front of her ragged dress swiftly made Matthias turn his head away. He began following after Roderick, pretending not to notice the way the knights flanked him on all sides. \"I hope you like roast pork,\" Roderick offered, glancing back over his shoulder. Matthias’ eyes widened. Roast pork?!\n\nWithin a couple minutes of walking, the high, azure walls of Sapphire City came into view, towering over the trees. Roderick led Matthias off of the road, taking him through the trees for but a dozen seconds before they entered a field. Already, the raucous din of chatter and the clashing of metal against metal began to fill his ears. What Matthias saw there should’ve made his blood run cold, but instead, it only made him raise his eyebrows. True enough to Roderick’s claim, the soldier’s encampment was situated just outside the walls of Sapphire City, but Matthias couldn’t help but feel like the man had understated the encampment’s size. Dozens of large tents, always of red velvet, filled the field. Enormous poles bearing the standard of the Holy Sunburst Empire had been erected all around, proudly proclaiming the area as being under Empire control.\n\nNumerous enormous bonfires had been created, each having dozens of poles erected into them at a sharp upwards angle. Each pole suspended two different cast iron pots, no doubt filled to the brim with some kind of broth, or had animals impaled over them like spits, sizzling away. All in all, there was probably enough food being prepared that it could’ve fed half of Sapphire City, but instead, it was all going to the couple hundred soldiers filling the area, either relaxing or training in mock duels. Cooks stood near entire wagons filled with dishes and assorted cutlery, and a great deal of people dressed in modest clothing, presumably servants, hurried hither and thither, seeing to whatever task their superiors - or owners, Matthias supposed - had seen fit to give them.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe smell filling the area was absolutely mouth-watering, in spite of the funeral pyre being prepared, far to the left. A great wooden platform, stuffed full of kindling and dry moss, had been covered over in still forms, possibly knights who had fallen during their duty. The knight carrying Marjorie’s body promptly began making his way over, bringing her to her final rest. Roderick swept out an arm at the encampment, glanced at Matthias, and declared \"Just a fraction of the Sunburst Empire’s might! We’re but a few humble knights, but still, we’ve already put the local Black Band chapter on the run. The Duke of Sapphire City does not approve of our efforts, however, and so we are relegated to space outside the city walls. Nonetheless, the Black Band is but a rabble of misfits, in comparison. Impressive, wouldn’t you say?\"\n\nMatthias, eyebrows raised, looked around at all the knights. \"Just how big is the Empire’s army?\" He asked, trying not to seem stunned. \"Big enough to cause a panic in the rebels, evidently,\" Roderick remarked, an arrogant half-grin on his face. He gestured for Matthias to follow, adding \"You may be a citizen of the Green Expanse, but that doesn’t automatically make you my enemy. If you aren’t Black Band, you may even be called a friend. Come, we’ll dine in my personal tent. We can discuss your business in Envers City in more detail, there.\"\n\nMatthias nodded and followed after the man. He led him through the honeycomb of tents until they found one different from the rest, one erected with a regal yellow velvet rather than the standard red. As well, a smaller version of the enormous standards dotting the encampment had been positioned on either side of this tent’s entrance. Obviously, Matthias thought, there must’ve been some Empire requirement for uppity officers to have special quarters, even if it meant foolishly pointing them out to enemy forces. The two guards standing watch outside the tent saluted Roderick as he entered, but stood down before Matthias entered. Inside, Matthias was no less impressed. A long table dominated the center of the tent, covered over in maps and books on one side.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Matthias Ravenwell:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Kind, empathetic, and genuine. He shows concern for others, such as Marjorie and Nora. He is also confident and willing to speak up when necessary.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Jenny: A woman he had sex with and seems to have feelings for.\n * Nora: A servant he meets through Roderick and develops feelings for.\n * Roderick Montsimard: A knight he meets through circumstance and has a complex relationship with.\n2. **Jenny:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Not explicitly described, except for being \"voracious\" during their night together.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Matthias.\n3. **Roderick Montsimard:** \n - Appearance: Described as having broad shoulders, a big moustache, shoulder-length brown hair slicked back, and a bit of a widow's peak.\n - Personality: Complex; he appears polite and courteous towards Matthias but is also shown to be abusive and condescending towards his servants, particularly Nora.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Nora: His servant whom he treats poorly.\n * Marjorie (deceased): Another servant who stole from him and was executed.\n4. **Marjorie:** \n - Appearance: Described as a skinny woman with black hair wearing patchwork rags.\n - Personality: Impulsive and rebellious, as seen in her decision to steal from her master and run away.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Roderick and the other servants.\n5. **Nora Glenncole:** \n - Appearance: Described as having auburn hair, a button nose, plump lips, purple eyeshadow, and a purple lipstick. She wears a tight green dress that exposes her bra and has metal shin guards with the emblem of the Empire.\n - Personality: Timid, yet sweet and appreciative. She is also resourceful and willing to help Matthias.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Roderick: Her master whom she fears and respects.\n * Matthias: A man she develops feelings for and helps secretly.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **The Empire's Military Presence:** The Empire has a significant military presence, including thousands of knights, which they use to negotiate with cities without bloodshed.\n2. **Servant Culture:** Servants are a common part of life in the Empire, often born into servitude or forced into it due to circumstances. They are treated poorly by their masters and are expected to follow orders without question.\n3. **Religious Beliefs:** The Ocularus Church believes that higher powers once guided humanity but have abandoned them, leaving humans to create their own paradise on Earth. This philosophy is contrasted with the traditional views of established churches.\n4. **Social Hierarchy:** The story highlights the social hierarchy within the Empire, with nobles holding power over servants. The Green Expanse is portrayed as having a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Bow and Quiver:** Matthias carries a bow and quiver, indicating that he may be skilled in archery.\n2. **Messenger Bag:** Matthias uses a messenger bag to carry important documents, suggesting that he may be involved in espionage or diplomacy.\n3. **Candle:** Nora lights a candle in the secret hideaway, providing light for their intimate moment.\n4. **Food and Drink:** Leftovers from the feast are used to provide food and drink for Matthias' journey.\n5. **Letter:** Matthias delivers a letter to an Empire ambassador, which is central to the plot.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **The Black Day:** A historical event that led to the founding of the Ocularus Church and the Holy Sunburst Empire.\n2. **The Lapis Wastes:** A forbidden land west of the Empire, where the Ocular Prophet Orion went to seek answers.\n3. **Paradise on Earth:** The Ocularus Church teaches that humans must create their own paradise on Earth since higher powers have abandoned them.\n4. **Eclesians '74 Wine:** A high-quality wine consecrated by a Bishop of the Ocularus Church, enjoyed by Roderick and Matthias.\n5. **Headcount:** A daily count of servants and soldiers, which Nora mentions as a potential risk for her if she stays with Matthias overnight.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story takes place in a world with multiple regions, including the Green Expanse and the Empire.\n2. **Politics:** The Empire is expanding its influence, using negotiations and military presence to achieve its goals. The Green Expanse is resistant to this expansion.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** The Empire has a strict social hierarchy, with nobles at the top and servants at the bottom. The Green Expanse has a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n4. **Laws and Governance:** The Empire seems to have a centralized authority, with rules and regulations governing the behavior of citizens and servants.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe other side was cleared of coverings, and judging by the chairs around that end, it likely served as the dinner table for Roderick and whatever inner circle he invited on any particular night. Over in one corner was Roderick’s personal cot, and just next to it, a mannequin to wear his armour while he slept, accompanied by a weapon rack for his sword, already supporting a couple suitable replacements. Roderick was already reaching up and pulling off his helmet as he bade Matthias to take a seat, that they could have pork and wine served to them within minutes. As Matthias nonchalantly went over and took a seat at the table, Roderick walked over, set the black felt box down by one of his maps, then headed over to his armour mannequin.\n\nMatthias looked over at the box. As Roderick set his helmet down on his mannequin, the young man ventured to ask \"So...You plan on proposing, soon?\" Roderick glanced over with a grin. Pulling off one of his gauntlets and accompanying pauldrons, he said \"Indeed I am. She’s...Wonderful. More beautiful than I’m comfortable saying. Just thinking about her always makes me smile, and I think about her every day. And, of course, she and I are of suitable stature for each other.\" Roderick gave an uppity sniff, setting his gauntlet to the mannequin as he matter-of-factly added \"A noble always strives to raise their standing, and she will certainly raise mine. I don’t imagine she’ll turn me down, once I make it clear that my courtship is sincere.\"\n\n\"Well, best of luck to you, Roderick,\" Matthias offered, as agreeably as he could. \"I would say I don’t need luck, but thank you,\" the older man answered with a grin, glancing over. A moment later, his face scrunched up before he abruptly called out \"Nora! Where is that lazy girl? She should’ve seen...Nora!\" Matthias raised his eyebrows, silently waiting alongside Roderick. The knight had already taken off his second gauntlet and started on his greaves by the time they both heard someone hurriedly coming into the tent. \"Y-Yes! Yes, milord! I’m here!\" Matthias looked over his shoulder. It was pretty readily apparent that this newcomer was another one of Roderick’s servants, like Marjorie. It was in more than the way she dressed.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIt was in the way she carried herself, the way she looked at Roderick. She had a distinctly uncomfortable air to her that Matthias couldn’t help but find contagious. She was a bit on the short side, like Marjorie had been. Unlike Marjorie, however, Nora had a bit of a potbelly, to her. Her tummy was rounded with just the right amount of paunch to give her that healthy, full-bodied look, which couldn’t help but give Matthias the entertaining assumption that she enjoyed cuddling. At the very least, he thought, Roderick kept her well-fed. Her hair was auburn and hung to her shoulder blades behind her, a bit messy and wild in the bangs, but shiny and straight everywhere else.\n\nShe had a cute face with a button nose and plump lips, and her purple eyeshadow helped draw attention to her blue eyes, while her matching purple lipstick cast a beautiful shine across her plump lips. She had on a cheap green dress that was nonetheless a damn sight better than the rags Marjorie had been wearing, but it seemed fairly apparent that she was wearing something Roderick had only just deigned to afford her. The dress was tight enough that it nearly transparently exposed the outline of her bra through the material, further calling attention to her generous bust. Thankfully, the dress didn’t also expose her smallclothes, but judging by her shapely hips and thick thighs, it didn’t need to in order to draw in eyes.\n\nThe dress hung to her knees with splits up the sides to nearly her hips, and on her feet, she wore sandals with metal shin guards decorated with the emblem of the Empire, marking her clear as a Green Expanse outsider. Matthias watched Nora’s face hover on the verge of a grimace for but a moment before Roderick abruptly raised his voice, surprising even him when the man nearly began shouting. Nora flinched, shutting her eyes for but a moment as Roderick snapped \"Damn it, you lazy cow! You should’ve been around, you should’ve been here to see my guest and I enter my tent! You know it’s around dinner time - of course you do - and you should’ve known we’d require a meal! Go and fetch us our dinner, girl!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe insults thrown in with the order made Matthias’ lips settle into a flat line. Didn’t seem very necessary, he thought, and it was clear by the look on Nora’s face that it had deflated her quite thoroughly. Her eyes went faraway as she pinched her dress, lifted it up in a curtsy, and mumbled \"Yes, milord. Right away, milord. My apologies, milord.\" She looked over at Matthias, but avoided eye contacted. She gave another curtsy in his direction, then added \"You as well, milord. My apologies, milord.\" \"Uh, I’m not actually...Just, no \"milords,\" please. I’m not a noble. I hardly even deserve to be sitting here. I’m just a farmer.\" Nora raised her eyes to his. Her expression barely brightened up, as if she were a bit taken aback by his statement.\n\nRoderick shifted his eyes to Matthias, raising an eyebrow. Nora’s voice livened up, a little, as she dropped her dress and stood up straight. Folding her hands together over her stomach, she slowly said \"...Very well, sire.\" Matthias smiled, held back a chuckle, and said \"No \"sires,\" either. Just call me Matthias. It’s done me just fine for nineteen years as a name. Nora, right?\" Her eyes started to noticeably brighten up. She stopped looking quite so crestfallen as she gave a nod, just a little hastily answering \"Y-Yes, Matthias. Nora Glenncole, born and raised in Goodwill, grateful servant of Sir Roderick Montsimard.\" \"I figured,\" Matthias teased, a joking smirk on his face. Nora had actually started to smile before Roderick abruptly snapped \"Nora.\"\n\nThe young woman looked over, her face immediately going dead, all over again. She nodded, turned, and hurried off. Roderick sighed. \"Lazy girl was probably too busy stuffing her face to think of bringing us anything,\" he idly remarked. Matthias didn’t answer. Once Roderick had pulled off everything besides his breastplate, he walked over, pulled out the chair at the head of the table, and sat himself down. Looking at the man, Matthias still didn’t know how he felt about him. The man looked knightly, enough: broad shoulders, big moustache, shoulder-length brown hair slicked back behind his ears to clear his forehead, plus a bit of a widow’s peak in his hairline. He spoke politely enough with Matthias, at least, besides those comments he had made about his name.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nStill, the idea that both of the man’s servants were women, one of whom was now dead and the other was clearly terrified of his berating, did not do the man any credit, nor did it instill in Matthias any particular sense of respect. When Roderick compounded the issue by clearly expressing his confusion, it was difficult for Matthias to find a polite answer. Glancing upwards, barely shaking his head, Roderick remarked \"I can’t understand why you’d show such kindness to her. She’s just a servant. She’s barely any better than a serving girl in a tavern. Maybe it’s a quirk of being commoner. All I see is someone ungrateful for their secure job and always looking for some new way to cut corners at my expense. Still, she realizes I could discipline her worse. She’s grateful for the opportunity.\"\n\n\"I see. Well, never had a servant, myself,\" Matthias simply replied, hoping his conservative answer would be enough to get the subject dropped. Roderick simply nodded. \"Yes, indeed,\" he wistfully answered. \"This is the first time I’ve ever had a commoner in my tent. Servants, yes, Nobility, yes. But, a simple commoner? Never, least of all a citizen from the Green Expanse.\" Somewhat shifting his head from side to side, a queer smile growing on his face, Roderick slowly asked \"Tell me, Matthias Ravenwell of the Green Expanse...Where are you from, specifically?\" \"Oh, Red Fields,\" Matthias readily answered. He was more concerned with that roast pork they were supposed to be dining upon, but if sitting at the man’s dinner table meant answering some questions about himself, well, he was obligated, wasn’t he?\n\nRoderick raised his eyebrows and lost his smile. \"You’re coming from Red Fields and going to Envers City? Long way to walk. Long way to carry a message for a friend.\" Matthias raised an eyebrow, trying his best to sound nonchalant as he answered \"Believe me, I know. Twelve days at a brisk pace, even. Well, eight days, now. No time to rest. It’s a pretty strict appointment. I, uh...Well, yeah, you know, I really owe this friend of mine. It’s a debt of gratitude. She’s, uh, she’s helping me out with some trouble in the family. Passing along a message was the least I could do. It’s only twelve days, after all. In the grand scheme of things, that’s not very much.\" Roderick slowly nodded, staring right at the young man.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Matthias Ravenwell:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Kind, empathetic, and genuine. He shows concern for others, such as Marjorie and Nora. He is also confident and willing to speak up when necessary.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Jenny: A woman he had sex with and seems to have feelings for.\n * Nora: A servant he meets through Roderick and develops feelings for.\n * Roderick Montsimard: A knight he meets through circumstance and has a complex relationship with.\n2. **Jenny:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Not explicitly described, except for being \"voracious\" during their night together.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Matthias.\n3. **Roderick Montsimard:** \n - Appearance: Described as having broad shoulders, a big moustache, shoulder-length brown hair slicked back, and a bit of a widow's peak.\n - Personality: Complex; he appears polite and courteous towards Matthias but is also shown to be abusive and condescending towards his servants, particularly Nora.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Nora: His servant whom he treats poorly.\n * Marjorie (deceased): Another servant who stole from him and was executed.\n4. **Marjorie:** \n - Appearance: Described as a skinny woman with black hair wearing patchwork rags.\n - Personality: Impulsive and rebellious, as seen in her decision to steal from her master and run away.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Roderick and the other servants.\n5. **Nora Glenncole:** \n - Appearance: Described as having auburn hair, a button nose, plump lips, purple eyeshadow, and a purple lipstick. She wears a tight green dress that exposes her bra and has metal shin guards with the emblem of the Empire.\n - Personality: Timid, yet sweet and appreciative. She is also resourceful and willing to help Matthias.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Roderick: Her master whom she fears and respects.\n * Matthias: A man she develops feelings for and helps secretly.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **The Empire's Military Presence:** The Empire has a significant military presence, including thousands of knights, which they use to negotiate with cities without bloodshed.\n2. **Servant Culture:** Servants are a common part of life in the Empire, often born into servitude or forced into it due to circumstances. They are treated poorly by their masters and are expected to follow orders without question.\n3. **Religious Beliefs:** The Ocularus Church believes that higher powers once guided humanity but have abandoned them, leaving humans to create their own paradise on Earth. This philosophy is contrasted with the traditional views of established churches.\n4. **Social Hierarchy:** The story highlights the social hierarchy within the Empire, with nobles holding power over servants. The Green Expanse is portrayed as having a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Bow and Quiver:** Matthias carries a bow and quiver, indicating that he may be skilled in archery.\n2. **Messenger Bag:** Matthias uses a messenger bag to carry important documents, suggesting that he may be involved in espionage or diplomacy.\n3. **Candle:** Nora lights a candle in the secret hideaway, providing light for their intimate moment.\n4. **Food and Drink:** Leftovers from the feast are used to provide food and drink for Matthias' journey.\n5. **Letter:** Matthias delivers a letter to an Empire ambassador, which is central to the plot.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **The Black Day:** A historical event that led to the founding of the Ocularus Church and the Holy Sunburst Empire.\n2. **The Lapis Wastes:** A forbidden land west of the Empire, where the Ocular Prophet Orion went to seek answers.\n3. **Paradise on Earth:** The Ocularus Church teaches that humans must create their own paradise on Earth since higher powers have abandoned them.\n4. **Eclesians '74 Wine:** A high-quality wine consecrated by a Bishop of the Ocularus Church, enjoyed by Roderick and Matthias.\n5. **Headcount:** A daily count of servants and soldiers, which Nora mentions as a potential risk for her if she stays with Matthias overnight.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story takes place in a world with multiple regions, including the Green Expanse and the Empire.\n2. **Politics:** The Empire is expanding its influence, using negotiations and military presence to achieve its goals. The Green Expanse is resistant to this expansion.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** The Empire has a strict social hierarchy, with nobles at the top and servants at the bottom. The Green Expanse has a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n4. **Laws and Governance:** The Empire seems to have a centralized authority, with rules and regulations governing the behavior of citizens and servants.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHis eyes shifted up and off to the side, for a few moments, as he said \"Now, I may be coming at the situation with a bias, but as far as I’m concerned, the only important thing happening in Envers City in eight day’s time is the feast of Lord Fairbanks. Almost all of the city’s nobility will be there - as well as an important envoy from the Holy Sunburst Empire.\" Eyes dropping to Matthias, he idly tapped a finger against the tabletop as he casually added \"Your message wouldn’t happen to be going to that feast, would it?\" Matthias played it cool. Roderick’s call-out wasn’t nearly enough to make him lose his composure.\n\nDeciding it would be best to mingle a truth with a deception, he casually answered \"Yes, in fact, I was told about the fete. I wasn’t aware that anyone from the Empire would be there, though. It’s a little surprising to hear. I was told that the person I’m supposed to deliver the message to would recognize me, and approach me for it.\" Roderick gave another pensive nod. Before the man could push his informal inquiry any further, Matthias asked a question of his own. Raising an eyebrow, he ventured \"If you don’t mind me asking, what’s the Empire doing, going to a Green Expanse party?\"\n\n\"Trying to negotiate an agreement with the city’s nobility,\" Roderick promptly answered, as if it weren’t any great secret. Taking in a breath through his nose, he sighed and added \"Empress Selenia wishes for as much land to be taken as peacefully as possible. That’s often not possible, what with the Black Band agitating things, but I’m told she has her hopes pinned on Envers City. I suppose it’s charitable enough. Envers City has a great number of citizens, many of which are underage. The city doesn’t have much of a standing guard force, either. If our hand were forced, the chaos the bystanders would face would be...Regrettable. My men and I will be setting out by dawn, in order to help maintain a presence during the negotiations. No doubt the rebels would be delighted to disrupt such an event. Thousands of Empire soldiers will be surrounding the city, however.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Thousands?\" Matthias repeated, cocking up his cheekbones in disbelief. \"That’s a hell of a lot of soldiers, just for some peace talks! How important is Envers City?\" Roderick shifted his seating. Lightly holding out a hand, he subtly cleared his throat, then started saying \"Well, it’s not so much the city...\" He trailed off when his eyes shifted back to the tent entrance. Matthias raised an eyebrow and turned his head just as Nora walked in, carrying a tray in either hand. Doing her best to put on a smile, she said \"Here you go, milords. Roast pork and stew. I’ll be right back with the wine.\" Smiling, raising an eyebrow, Matthias waited for her to set his tray down before reminding her. \"Just Matthias, Nora, it’s fine.\"\n\nHer smile grew a little bigger as she warmly answered \"Oh, yes, I’m sorry, milord. Um, Matthias. That’s going to take some getting used to, you’ll have to excuse me.\" When they both noticed the stare Roderick was giving her, they both lost their smiles. She quickly set his tray down in front of him, then left without another word, evidently too frightened to risk saying anything and provoking his ire. As soon as she was gone, Roderick remarked \"She served you, first. The gall. I own her, and she served you first.\" Matthias didn’t answer. He was too busy staring down at his plate, his mouth already watering like an overturned bucket. His stomach gave a great growl at the sight of the platter of succulent meat hunks and slices, some looking like they had simply fallen off the bone.\n\nThe meat had been rubbed in some kind of brown sauce that teased his nose so badly that, for a second there, he almost felt like it’d make him tear up. Roderick ate like this every day? Bastard didn’t appreciate what he had! Nora returned shortly after, providing them both with utensils, glasses, and a decanter of red wine. As she poured him his glass, Roderick coldly snapped \"Don’t stray, Nora. I expect you to cater to my guest as you would myself.\" \"Yes, milord,\" Nora quietly answered. Matthias smiled and commented \"Don’t worry, I won’t ask for much.\" Nora’s lips quivered into a smile as she visibly choked back a giggle. \"You’re too kind to me, Matthias,\" she softly replied, looking over into his eyes as she poured him his glass. She did so with noticeably more care than she did with Roderick, Matthias couldn’t help but spot.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWith one hand, she held the base of his glass, keeping it steady. She poured slowly, ensuring the wine didn’t spill around inside his glass and come near the rim. Finally, when she was done, she set the decanter down in front of his plate, then said \"Try it, I’m sure you’ll love it. Eclesians ‘74, one of milord’s favourite vintages. Each bottle in the Eclesians line is personally consecrated by a Bishop of the Ocularus Church. I’m told it tastes lovely. It certainly smells wonderful, at least.\" \"I’m sure it’s great, thank you,\" Matthias answered, smiling as he reached for the glass. When he felt her fingers were still looped around the neck of the glass, she immediately gave a start, nearly jumping out of her skin.\n\nThe jolt caused the wine to swirl and sway inside the glass, and Roderick immediately snapped \"Damn it, be more careful! What’s gotten into you? I have a guest who isn’t a nobleman, and you think it gives you leave to act like an oaf? That glass of wine is worth a month of your service!\" Matthias watched Nora’s expression turn to ash and wither away, his own smile dying as she mumbled \"Yes, milord. I’m sorry, milord. I’ll be more careful, milord.\" She tensely slipped her fingers out from under Matthias’, then turned and simply walked away, taking up a stiff post near the tent entrance, simply watching and waiting until she was needed. That seemed to satisfy Roderick, who finally turned his gaze towards his dinner.\n\nMatthias tucked in with zeal. Not only had he been famished, but this was the sort of expensive, luxuriously delicious meal he had only ever been able to dream of - and Roderick had given it, so freely! The smoky sauce on the meat tasted simply divine, and the wine tasted like smooth, vapoury berries, phantasmal on the way down as if it were just a gust of humid air. As the meal went on, however, Matthias noticed that Roderick seemed more intent on talking than actually eating. The man started with Nora’s comment about the wine’s connection to his homeland’s religion, the Ocularus Chuch, and built onwards from there. Matthias listened, largely because it was only polite to, but also because he couldn’t get enough of the delicious meat, and couldn’t bear the thought of excusing himself early.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nOnce the man had started going into the teachings of the church as well as the religion’s philosophies on matters, Matthias started to get the distinctly uncomfortable impression that he was being propositioned for conversion. The Ocularus Church, Roderick told him, had been founded by the Ocular Prophet, Orion, upon his return from a location known as the Lapis Wastes, a forbidden land thousands of miles towards the Empire’s west. A superbly devout man, Orion had been hailed as a new prophet of the old religions, the old gods, but the religious war known only as the Black Day had left his faith shaken. He had told his flock of followers and wisdom-seekers that he would set out into the Lapis Wastes, alone, until he could return with an answer to the conflict.\n\nAccording to the tenets of the Ocularus Church, upon returning from the Lapis Wastes, Orion had, among other things, declared that he had visited both Heaven, itself, as well as Hell, and had found nothing but a great Silence in both. With his own eyes, he had witnessed the thrones, and had found them empty. There had been higher powers at one time, but they had now abandoned humanity. There was simply nothing awaiting us when we died - no force remained to guide our souls. The old religions were not necessarily wrong, but now, they were pointless. We were alone, and needed to find our own way. This revelation, Roderick told Matthias, had been horrifying to Orion’s followers, but it had also brought freedom.\n\nThere was no eternal damnation to be found, nor was there a paradise to be herded into. Paradise needed to be made on Earth, and so, the Ocularus Church was founded. Shortly after, the Holy Sunburst Empire. The Ocularus Church was roundly denounced as a dangerous cult of heathens, but the events of the Black Day had left all established churches too weak to engage in any crusades. By the time they were, the Holy Sunburst Empire possessed too powerful a military and economic force to be openly challenged. Before anyone knew it, the Empire was expanding, spreading, opening peoples’ eyes and illuminating them to the truth that Orion had beheld: you did not need to fear the watchful eyes of a god or the eternal torture of a devil in order to hold goodness inside your heart, and with that goodness, you could join in on the attempt to create paradise on Earth.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Matthias Ravenwell:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Kind, empathetic, and genuine. He shows concern for others, such as Marjorie and Nora. He is also confident and willing to speak up when necessary.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Jenny: A woman he had sex with and seems to have feelings for.\n * Nora: A servant he meets through Roderick and develops feelings for.\n * Roderick Montsimard: A knight he meets through circumstance and has a complex relationship with.\n2. **Jenny:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Not explicitly described, except for being \"voracious\" during their night together.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Matthias.\n3. **Roderick Montsimard:** \n - Appearance: Described as having broad shoulders, a big moustache, shoulder-length brown hair slicked back, and a bit of a widow's peak.\n - Personality: Complex; he appears polite and courteous towards Matthias but is also shown to be abusive and condescending towards his servants, particularly Nora.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Nora: His servant whom he treats poorly.\n * Marjorie (deceased): Another servant who stole from him and was executed.\n4. **Marjorie:** \n - Appearance: Described as a skinny woman with black hair wearing patchwork rags.\n - Personality: Impulsive and rebellious, as seen in her decision to steal from her master and run away.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Roderick and the other servants.\n5. **Nora Glenncole:** \n - Appearance: Described as having auburn hair, a button nose, plump lips, purple eyeshadow, and a purple lipstick. She wears a tight green dress that exposes her bra and has metal shin guards with the emblem of the Empire.\n - Personality: Timid, yet sweet and appreciative. She is also resourceful and willing to help Matthias.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Roderick: Her master whom she fears and respects.\n * Matthias: A man she develops feelings for and helps secretly.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **The Empire's Military Presence:** The Empire has a significant military presence, including thousands of knights, which they use to negotiate with cities without bloodshed.\n2. **Servant Culture:** Servants are a common part of life in the Empire, often born into servitude or forced into it due to circumstances. They are treated poorly by their masters and are expected to follow orders without question.\n3. **Religious Beliefs:** The Ocularus Church believes that higher powers once guided humanity but have abandoned them, leaving humans to create their own paradise on Earth. This philosophy is contrasted with the traditional views of established churches.\n4. **Social Hierarchy:** The story highlights the social hierarchy within the Empire, with nobles holding power over servants. The Green Expanse is portrayed as having a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Bow and Quiver:** Matthias carries a bow and quiver, indicating that he may be skilled in archery.\n2. **Messenger Bag:** Matthias uses a messenger bag to carry important documents, suggesting that he may be involved in espionage or diplomacy.\n3. **Candle:** Nora lights a candle in the secret hideaway, providing light for their intimate moment.\n4. **Food and Drink:** Leftovers from the feast are used to provide food and drink for Matthias' journey.\n5. **Letter:** Matthias delivers a letter to an Empire ambassador, which is central to the plot.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **The Black Day:** A historical event that led to the founding of the Ocularus Church and the Holy Sunburst Empire.\n2. **The Lapis Wastes:** A forbidden land west of the Empire, where the Ocular Prophet Orion went to seek answers.\n3. **Paradise on Earth:** The Ocularus Church teaches that humans must create their own paradise on Earth since higher powers have abandoned them.\n4. **Eclesians '74 Wine:** A high-quality wine consecrated by a Bishop of the Ocularus Church, enjoyed by Roderick and Matthias.\n5. **Headcount:** A daily count of servants and soldiers, which Nora mentions as a potential risk for her if she stays with Matthias overnight.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story takes place in a world with multiple regions, including the Green Expanse and the Empire.\n2. **Politics:** The Empire is expanding its influence, using negotiations and military presence to achieve its goals. The Green Expanse is resistant to this expansion.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** The Empire has a strict social hierarchy, with nobles at the top and servants at the bottom. The Green Expanse has a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n4. **Laws and Governance:** The Empire seems to have a centralized authority, with rules and regulations governing the behavior of citizens and servants.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMatthias was terribly disinterested in the man’s religion. He barely talked faith with his own family, for crying out loud, let alone sat at a stranger’s table and listen to him drone on about a foreign land’s belief system. The history lesson had been cute, but maybe that was just the wine talking. Every time Matthias so much as drained his glass halfway, Nora came back over and refilled it, subtly giving the two a chance to exchange a few words. With Roderick barely even touching his wine, he never required a refill, preventing the knight from feeling slighted by the attention Nora was paying the guest. Matthias didn’t think it was purely his imagination when he began to notice that Nora had been leaning a little closer towards him with each refill.\n\nEvery time she’d refill his glass, she would hold the back of his chair with one hand, face him, reach over, take the decanter, and fill his glass to the brim, then set the decanter back down and step away. Eventually, she began holding his shoulder, rather than his chair. By the time he was having his collective fifth glass of wine, she was leaning in so closely that he could smell her perfume. Each time, she would lean back out a little less during the pour, keeping her chest that bit closer to his face for that much longer. If Roderick ever noticed, the man never said anything or showed any sort of overt reaction. The back-and-forth between guest and servant was always friendly, warm, but polite, perhaps for the sake of Roderick’s company.\n\nEventually, however, Roderick seemed to grow tired of the nagging sense that Nora was distracting Matthias from his scintillating discussion of religion. Raising an eyebrow, he abruptly cut himself off mid-sentence and remarked \"Damn it, Nora, if you’re so intent on having a conversation with my guest, why don’t you wait until after our meal to have it?\" By that point, Nora didn’t seem particularly fazed by her master’s chastising. She didn’t even stop smiling as she answered to the affirmative, walking back to her post by the tent entrance. Roderick gave Matthias a somewhat rueful look, leaned in a little, and commented \"My apologies, Matthias, I don’t know what’s gotten into her. I haven’t seen her like this in months. I don’t mean for her to be a bother, least of all during a meal.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"No, not at all, she’s great,\" Matthias answered, raising his eyebrows and smiling. Roderick scoffed, but grinned. \"A servant, a joy to be around? Hoh, that’s rich. You know, I’m starting to wonder how entertaining a commoner’s sense of humour can be. If it weren’t a disgrace, I might have commoners over for dinner, more often.\" Matthias just chuckled. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was Nora, but Roderick’s remark just rolled off of his back. Better than that, the two of them had finished their dinner before Roderick reached the dreaded question Matthias had seen looming over the horizon for numerous minutes: \"So, what do you think?\" Instead, Roderick prompted Matthias to finish his glass alongside him, then ordered Nora to take their plates away. Afterwards, she could show Matthias to a cot, somewhere...Unless, of course, the man had somewhere better to be, at that time of night?\n\nMatthias thought it better to go along with the idea than risk whatever situation the Black Band in Sapphire City may have been facing. Perhaps he could even get some provisions from the camp’s stores before leaving, in the morning? Right then and there, however, a chance to be alone with Nora was a more intriguing idea, by far. Nora carefully carried their dishes and utensils outside the tent, followed closely by Matthias until the tent was sealed behind them by Roderick. With a smile, Matthias offered to help her carry the dishes, considering they looked a bit heavy. She smiled back and said she was used to it, but thanked him for the concern, anyway. If he would just wait there, she said, she’d be back in a minute, and she could show him to a spare cot he could use, for the night.\n\nWhen she returned, she had a big, warm smile on her face, her eyes already locked in on his. She reached up and fingered some of her bangs behind her ear, cooing \"Hey, I’m back. Come with me, I know just the place you can use.\" Matthias smiled and walked over, following by her side as she turned and guided him away. \"Sounds great,\" he answered. \"That meat was absolutely fantastic. I haven’t eaten like that my whole life. The wine’s starting to get to me, though. Does Roderick always eat that kind of stuff? Do you?\" Nora gave a chuckle. Matthias had the distinct impression she was choosing her words carefully as she said \"Milord Roderick dines as befitting a noble of the Sunburst Empire, yes. I gratefully eat whatever he sees fit to allow me, and I don’t go hungry. I have nothing to complain about. The pork was simply local game, however.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMatthias gave her a sidelong look. He tilted his head to the side, a bit, and arched an eyebrow. She looked over at him, her smile momentarily faltering as she subtly looked around, making sure nobody was close enough to hear her. Lowering her voice, she simply said \"...We’ll be able to talk more once we’re alone. Trust me, I know a good place.\" He nodded, his smile withering at the secrecy. Was the stealth really necessary? She led him to a tent near the far end of the encampment, separated from the rest by a good few dozen feet. The tent was flanked on either side by numerous carts stacked high with wooden crates, while the inside of the tent, itself, seemed largely packed with similar freight. Where was he to sleep, precisely?\n\nNora answered the unvoiced question in but a moment. She led him into the tent and made clear a narrow path between two stacks of cargo, leading to an unused space making a clearing at the rear of the tent. He raised his eyebrows at the little hidey-hole. Did anyone actually know about this, or was this Nora’s little secret? With the sun more or less set, it was too dark to see inside, but he figured he could just feel his way in. He had to unshoulder his messenger’s bag as well as his bow in order to squeeze through the narrow passageway inside, but once he had, he was afforded a better look around. In one corner of the space, nestled right into a hidden corner of the tent, there was a wide cot, several plush pillows at the head with a fuzzy, navy blue blanket draped overtop. A small burlap sack, tightly tied together with twine, sat in the opposite corner.\n\nSetting his bag and bow down on the ground, he looked over at Nora, raised an eyebrow, and asked \"Don’t tell me Roderick has you sleeping here?\" Nora’s face went a little blank, at the question. Her eyes went a little wide, for a moment, as she simply stared at him. Eventually, she just shook her head, began to smile, and said \"Oh, no, of course not! All the servants sleep in the same few tents, together.\" He watched as she stuck her head back out through the subtle passageway between the stacks and peeked outside, ensuring the coast was clear. Looking back over at him, she whispered \"Marjorie is dead, isn’t she?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMatthias’ jaw tightened, a little. He gave a little nod. Nora sighed. She closed her eyes and brought one hand up to her forehead, draping the other arm across her stomach. In a bitter mutter, she commented \"I knew it. This was her doing, by the way. This little space, here. She had these crazy ideas about snatching all kinds of stuff and stashing it away back here, then using them to make a break for it. It was stupid, it never would’ve worked. Thank Orion she never stole anything too important.\" She dropped her arms, opened her eyes, and added \"If she had, someone would’ve gone looking. Someone would’ve found this place. Someone would’ve known a servant was pinching things. We all would’ve been in trouble. That’s the sort of thing that happens when an adult servant is taken, though. Doesn’t help that she was from the Green Expanse.\"\n\n\"Does that happen a lot? I’ve heard of people disappearing when the Empire rolls through their city,\" Matthias asked. Nora shook her head. \"I don’t think so. I think most nobles in the Empire prefer their servants born into the role. Helps keep them in line. It’s easier to keep someone from rebelling if they don’t know what they’re missing out on.\" \"...Sounds like you’re coming from personal experience,\" Matthias commented, giving her a sympathetic look. She just shook her head, again. Looking downwards, she raised her hands up and began nervously checking her fingernails, fiddling with the corners of her cuticles. \"...Yeah, I was born into it,\" she mumbled.\n\nLooking back up, she raised her eyebrows, her face brightening up substantially as she confidently stated \"But, it’s not so bad, really. I eat better than most people do. It’s a job, like any other. Roderick doesn’t make me do anything...Unpleasant. Some nobles treat their servants worse. People like Marjorie only get beat when they do something stupid, like steal her own master’s engagement ring.\" Nora’s brow suddenly furrowed as she hastily confessed \"I told her it was a stupid idea, I told her it’d get her killed, but she didn’t want to listen. She was like an animal, always ranting and raving about getting free, fighting the Empire, getting revenge, all that nonsense. Like I said, the typical stuff you hear when someone becomes a servant at an older age. She wanted us all to join in, but we knew better.\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Matthias Ravenwell:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Kind, empathetic, and genuine. He shows concern for others, such as Marjorie and Nora. He is also confident and willing to speak up when necessary.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Jenny: A woman he had sex with and seems to have feelings for.\n * Nora: A servant he meets through Roderick and develops feelings for.\n * Roderick Montsimard: A knight he meets through circumstance and has a complex relationship with.\n2. **Jenny:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Not explicitly described, except for being \"voracious\" during their night together.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Matthias.\n3. **Roderick Montsimard:** \n - Appearance: Described as having broad shoulders, a big moustache, shoulder-length brown hair slicked back, and a bit of a widow's peak.\n - Personality: Complex; he appears polite and courteous towards Matthias but is also shown to be abusive and condescending towards his servants, particularly Nora.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Nora: His servant whom he treats poorly.\n * Marjorie (deceased): Another servant who stole from him and was executed.\n4. **Marjorie:** \n - Appearance: Described as a skinny woman with black hair wearing patchwork rags.\n - Personality: Impulsive and rebellious, as seen in her decision to steal from her master and run away.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Roderick and the other servants.\n5. **Nora Glenncole:** \n - Appearance: Described as having auburn hair, a button nose, plump lips, purple eyeshadow, and a purple lipstick. She wears a tight green dress that exposes her bra and has metal shin guards with the emblem of the Empire.\n - Personality: Timid, yet sweet and appreciative. She is also resourceful and willing to help Matthias.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Roderick: Her master whom she fears and respects.\n * Matthias: A man she develops feelings for and helps secretly.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **The Empire's Military Presence:** The Empire has a significant military presence, including thousands of knights, which they use to negotiate with cities without bloodshed.\n2. **Servant Culture:** Servants are a common part of life in the Empire, often born into servitude or forced into it due to circumstances. They are treated poorly by their masters and are expected to follow orders without question.\n3. **Religious Beliefs:** The Ocularus Church believes that higher powers once guided humanity but have abandoned them, leaving humans to create their own paradise on Earth. This philosophy is contrasted with the traditional views of established churches.\n4. **Social Hierarchy:** The story highlights the social hierarchy within the Empire, with nobles holding power over servants. The Green Expanse is portrayed as having a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Bow and Quiver:** Matthias carries a bow and quiver, indicating that he may be skilled in archery.\n2. **Messenger Bag:** Matthias uses a messenger bag to carry important documents, suggesting that he may be involved in espionage or diplomacy.\n3. **Candle:** Nora lights a candle in the secret hideaway, providing light for their intimate moment.\n4. **Food and Drink:** Leftovers from the feast are used to provide food and drink for Matthias' journey.\n5. **Letter:** Matthias delivers a letter to an Empire ambassador, which is central to the plot.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **The Black Day:** A historical event that led to the founding of the Ocularus Church and the Holy Sunburst Empire.\n2. **The Lapis Wastes:** A forbidden land west of the Empire, where the Ocular Prophet Orion went to seek answers.\n3. **Paradise on Earth:** The Ocularus Church teaches that humans must create their own paradise on Earth since higher powers have abandoned them.\n4. **Eclesians '74 Wine:** A high-quality wine consecrated by a Bishop of the Ocularus Church, enjoyed by Roderick and Matthias.\n5. **Headcount:** A daily count of servants and soldiers, which Nora mentions as a potential risk for her if she stays with Matthias overnight.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story takes place in a world with multiple regions, including the Green Expanse and the Empire.\n2. **Politics:** The Empire is expanding its influence, using negotiations and military presence to achieve its goals. The Green Expanse is resistant to this expansion.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** The Empire has a strict social hierarchy, with nobles at the top and servants at the bottom. The Green Expanse has a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n4. **Laws and Governance:** The Empire seems to have a centralized authority, with rules and regulations governing the behavior of citizens and servants.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nNora narrowed her eyes and spat \"When she heard Roderick talk about his engagement ring, though, and how pure the gold was and how expensive all the diamonds and pearls had been...It was all she could talk about for the whole morning. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back, for her. Screw stealing the little things she could escape with - now, all she wanted was that damn ring. She could use it to buy everything she needed, she said. She snatched it the second he had his back turned and just ran for the road.\" Nora’s face went cool as she looked downwards, again. \"...Didn’t work, obviously. Just like we told her.\"\n\nMatthias drew in a breath, slowly sighing it back out. He wanted to offer his sympathies, but something told him it might not make her feel any better. Instead, he just kept silent. After a few moments, Nora put on a smile, looked up at him, and tried to change the subject. \"...But, enough about that,\" she said. \"I can tell you feel sorry for me. I bet the idea of servants is weird, to you. I hear you don’t have them, in the Green Expanse. It’s a pretty normal part of Empire life, at least for the rich folk. Like I said, I’m fine. I’m just the hired help. I do get paid a wage, after all. I’m not a slave.\" He felt like asking her if she could leave Roderick’s service, in that case, but dreaded hearing the answer. Instead, she gave a little giggle, smiling widely as she said \"Anyway, enough about all that. You must’ve really confused Roderick, being as nice to me as you were. He’s used to people taking his lead and calling me nasty names.\"\n\n\"Well, I’m not going to be a prick just for the sake of being a prick. That’s not who I am. Plus, I felt sorry for you. He was being an ass.\" Nora smiled wider and wider until she turned and started walking off for the sack, just off to the side. \"Thank you. I appreciate that more than you think,\" she mumbled. \"I can’t remember the last time I met someone who wasn’t either a servant or a noble. To top it all off, you’re from the Green Expanse...And, you’ll be gone, in the morning. Envers City, right? Maybe we’ll see each other, again?\" She pulled open the sack and started rooting around, inside. \"Probably not,\" she added, chuckling. \"Roderick probably won’t invite a commoner into his company for a second time. You’re lucky.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You never know. I wouldn’t mind giving you another breath of fresh air,\" he offered, smiling from ear to ear. \"Heh heh. You’re too sweet to me,\" she teased, glancing back over her shoulder. She pulled out something small. Scratching sounds filled the air, along with sparks. In a few seconds, a flame came into life, and Nora turned to face him, holding up a candle. He raised an eyebrow and glanced around, quickly asking \"Uh, is a candle such a good idea, if this place is a secret?\" \"Don’t worry, one candle will be fine,\" she reassured, smiling widely. He stuck a hand in a pocket as she stepped closer to him, her face suddenly going uneasy. She stared at him for a moment, practically holding her breath. When she suddenly let it out in a gust, she blurted out \"...I’m sorry, I’m just feeling nervous. I’m not trying to be awkward.\"\n\nHe raised an eyebrow, trying not to frown. \"What? No, everything’s fine. Isn’t it? What’s wrong?\" Nora narrowed an eye, looked him in the eyes, and tried to keep cool as she said \"Well, stop me if I’m out of line, but...I thought you might’ve been nice to me because you...Fancied me.\" \"Uh...Well.\" He raised his eyebrows. \"I barely know you, and I’m not sure if you’re precisely my type, but you’re sweet and definitely sexy,\" he answered, smiling. A week before, he might not have been confident enough to drop such a blunt compliment. With a few glasses of wine in his system and Jenny under his belt, he was less spooked by the idea. Nora immediately smiled from ear to ear. He could tell by her somewhat fluttery voice that her heart was probably racing, and it only had him grinning like an idiot. A bit breathlessly, she said \"Oh, good, th-that’s good. I’m glad. Thank you. Uh, well, I suppose we should have a real introduction, then.\"\n\nMatthias smiled and started to lean in. Her eyes widened. She kept trying to speak until his hands found her hips, and his lips, her own. \"My name’s Nnmm...\" She trailed off and closed her eyes. The movement of speech easily translated into the movement of kissing, and she reciprocated without a sound. When he leaned back a few seconds later, she quietly finished her previous thought. \"...Nora.\" Smiling, he said \"Nice to meet you, Nora. I’m Matthias. You’ve already made it pretty clear you’re interested. I did notice the way you were constantly leaning closer and closer to me, during dinner. I think we’re both in a weird place, right now, but something tells me you don’t mind. If you want to make the most of it, I’m all for it.\" She smiled, again. Her voice a tiny warble, she murmured \"Yes, please. Please, yes.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWithin two minutes, they were completely naked. Nora had set her candle down on the floor, then stepped up close to him, gingerly touching her hands across his chest and stomach. He smiled and guided her hands, helping her help to undress him. The confidence gap between them was utterly palpable. The thought that this must’ve been how Jenny felt, that one night, never occurred to Matthias. As soon as his skin was on display, Nora couldn’t keep her hands off of him, breathing huskily as she ran her hands across his muscles, feeling the way he moved as he breathed. When his pants dropped, however, she almost seemed too shy to reach down. When he started helping her out of her dress, she was too embarrassed to directly help him, but she never stopped him, either. Unlike when he had been with Jenny, there wasn’t much talking, this time around. Nora seemed too sheepish to say anything at all, even to voice her enjoyment.\n\nHer back to him as he pulled her dress down her body, he tried to coax her into speaking up by kissing the side of her neck down to her shoulder, and although she quivered, she didn’t even coo. At first, it felt a little discouraging, making him wonder what he was doing wrong. When he asked her as much, she confessed that she just didn’t want to draw attention to them - she was loving what he was doing. That got him grinning. A candle was fine, but some moans weren’t? Come on. This was just a game of her’s, he was certain. He undid her bra and slipped it down her arms, then spent a minute gently fondling her pillowy bust, feeling her silky globes fill his hands to the brim. She delicately held his wrists as he touched her, eyes closed with mouth agape in silent satisfaction as he gently rubbed her about.\n\nWhen he began rubbing his fingerprints across her nipples, she reached a hand up and back over her shoulder, lightly digging her fingers into his hair. One of his hands started slipping down across her tummy, running over her soft, round belly until he was passing her navel. She whispered that she needed this, more than anything in the world. When he fully closed the distance between their bottom halves and made it clear how interested he was, she nearly melted back into his arms. His hot, firm length pressing up against the soft cushion of her cheek, he delicately traced his fingertips across the waistband of her panties, already able to feel how clearly her need burned through the thin, silky material.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWhen he dipped his hand lower, she finally whimpered, raising one leg to cross her thighs. He didn’t stop. Gently pressing two fingers against her, he shifted them around, feeling the way her damp spot grew as he pushed it around. When he whispered into her ear that she should take them off for him, she gave a little nod. She lowered her leg, then her hands. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her underwear, then pulled it down just enough to make it fall, allowing her to simply shimmy it down to her ankles and kick it away. He touched her again, cupping her bare, smooth-shaven mound under his fingers, feeling the heat of her mons fill his palm.\n\nHe felt a tremble run down her spine, making her quake in his arms. He kissed the side of her neck, and she could only coo like a dove. \"Sit on the edge of the cot,\" he whispered. She answered by turning around and looping her arms up around his neck, pressing her body against his as she kissed him, passionately slipping her tongue into his mouth in the process. His cock poking her hip, he reached around her and held her by the small of her back, then lowered his hands to her billowing backside. She sucked in a tiny gasp in through her nose as she abruptly hopped up into the air against him, wrapping her legs around his waist, latching herself on to her lover for the night.\n\nHe held on and turned them both around, walking over to the cot, loving the way the space between her thighs burned against his stomach. He eased himself down to a knee, setting her down on the edge of the cot, prompting her to open her legs from around him. When he settled down on the other knee and ran his hands down her thighs to her knees, her breathing started to escalate. He didn’t mean to...Did he? When he confidently spread her knees wide apart, she gave a shaky exhale. He did. Matthias stared at her with glazed eyes as he brought his head into her lap, breathing the fragrant scent of her womanhood. Her pink folds poked out from the puffy mound of her slip, punctuated at the top by the firm button of her buzzer, shyly hiding inside it’s hood. He couldn’t resist.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Matthias Ravenwell:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Kind, empathetic, and genuine. He shows concern for others, such as Marjorie and Nora. He is also confident and willing to speak up when necessary.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Jenny: A woman he had sex with and seems to have feelings for.\n * Nora: A servant he meets through Roderick and develops feelings for.\n * Roderick Montsimard: A knight he meets through circumstance and has a complex relationship with.\n2. **Jenny:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Not explicitly described, except for being \"voracious\" during their night together.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Matthias.\n3. **Roderick Montsimard:** \n - Appearance: Described as having broad shoulders, a big moustache, shoulder-length brown hair slicked back, and a bit of a widow's peak.\n - Personality: Complex; he appears polite and courteous towards Matthias but is also shown to be abusive and condescending towards his servants, particularly Nora.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Nora: His servant whom he treats poorly.\n * Marjorie (deceased): Another servant who stole from him and was executed.\n4. **Marjorie:** \n - Appearance: Described as a skinny woman with black hair wearing patchwork rags.\n - Personality: Impulsive and rebellious, as seen in her decision to steal from her master and run away.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Roderick and the other servants.\n5. **Nora Glenncole:** \n - Appearance: Described as having auburn hair, a button nose, plump lips, purple eyeshadow, and a purple lipstick. She wears a tight green dress that exposes her bra and has metal shin guards with the emblem of the Empire.\n - Personality: Timid, yet sweet and appreciative. She is also resourceful and willing to help Matthias.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Roderick: Her master whom she fears and respects.\n * Matthias: A man she develops feelings for and helps secretly.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **The Empire's Military Presence:** The Empire has a significant military presence, including thousands of knights, which they use to negotiate with cities without bloodshed.\n2. **Servant Culture:** Servants are a common part of life in the Empire, often born into servitude or forced into it due to circumstances. They are treated poorly by their masters and are expected to follow orders without question.\n3. **Religious Beliefs:** The Ocularus Church believes that higher powers once guided humanity but have abandoned them, leaving humans to create their own paradise on Earth. This philosophy is contrasted with the traditional views of established churches.\n4. **Social Hierarchy:** The story highlights the social hierarchy within the Empire, with nobles holding power over servants. The Green Expanse is portrayed as having a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Bow and Quiver:** Matthias carries a bow and quiver, indicating that he may be skilled in archery.\n2. **Messenger Bag:** Matthias uses a messenger bag to carry important documents, suggesting that he may be involved in espionage or diplomacy.\n3. **Candle:** Nora lights a candle in the secret hideaway, providing light for their intimate moment.\n4. **Food and Drink:** Leftovers from the feast are used to provide food and drink for Matthias' journey.\n5. **Letter:** Matthias delivers a letter to an Empire ambassador, which is central to the plot.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **The Black Day:** A historical event that led to the founding of the Ocularus Church and the Holy Sunburst Empire.\n2. **The Lapis Wastes:** A forbidden land west of the Empire, where the Ocular Prophet Orion went to seek answers.\n3. **Paradise on Earth:** The Ocularus Church teaches that humans must create their own paradise on Earth since higher powers have abandoned them.\n4. **Eclesians '74 Wine:** A high-quality wine consecrated by a Bishop of the Ocularus Church, enjoyed by Roderick and Matthias.\n5. **Headcount:** A daily count of servants and soldiers, which Nora mentions as a potential risk for her if she stays with Matthias overnight.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story takes place in a world with multiple regions, including the Green Expanse and the Empire.\n2. **Politics:** The Empire is expanding its influence, using negotiations and military presence to achieve its goals. The Green Expanse is resistant to this expansion.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** The Empire has a strict social hierarchy, with nobles at the top and servants at the bottom. The Green Expanse has a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n4. **Laws and Governance:** The Empire seems to have a centralized authority, with rules and regulations governing the behavior of citizens and servants.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWhen he pressed his mouth against her, her whole body flinched, quaking as she choked back a harsh gasp. His nose pressing into her soft, hairless mons, he pushed his tongue in between her lips, vigorously wiggling it left and right through her cleft, playing with her folds as he got a taste of her nectar. Her breathing immediately escalated above him, while he felt one of her hands come to the top of his head, needily sinking her fingers into his hair as she held him close. Matthias gave a shuddering exhale of delight against her, trying his best to snake the tip of his tongue into her love canal, doing his best to taste her straight from the source. Slowly, she started leaning back into the cot, lying down and letting him do what he liked. He kept his hands on her thighs as he made a mess out of her pie, unabashedly giving her a tongue-bath from one end of her lips to the other.\n\nHe gave a shudder of ecstasy as he explored her every nook and cranny with his tongue, tasting her all over, occasionally closing his lips on her labia to make her gasp. Eventually, however, he turned his attention somewhere more vital. From his time with Jenny, he knew the spot that made a woman gasp. With his lips and the tip of his tongue, he began pushing against her button, trying to coax back the hood of her nubbin. It was high time for the girl to come out and play. As soon as he started focusing on it, her body gave another shake. Nora brought one hand over her mouth, choking back the moan that she had nearly blurted out. She shut her eyes, using the other hand to try and press his mouth closer against herself. He looked up, but past her belly and breasts, both quivering with her hasty breaths, all he could see was her chin, the woman too shy to let him see her face.\n\nHe closed his lips against her clit, mumbling just softly enough to make them vibrate against her. \"Look at me, Nora...Let me see how you feel...\" Her belly rose high as she sucked in a deep breath, then shuddered it back out. She slowly raised her head, looking down at him with one hand still clamped over her own mouth. Her face was bright red like a strawberry. Her eyes were barely open, already dewy with ecstasy. He couldn’t help grinning. When he finally eased her hood back enough to get her firm button to slip free, her eyes were practically rolling back into her skull, her nostrils flaring as she started gasping. He gave her exposed clit a little suckle, rapidly flicking his tongue back and forth across it between sessions vigorously squirming his tongue into it. Her legs started to tremble. She tried squeezing them down against him, but he was strong enough to keep them forced open.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe could see teardrops beginning to trickle from the corners of her eyes. For a moment, Matthias couldn’t help but feel surprised. Jenny had liked this, too, but Nora was really into this, it seemed. Her breathing escalated until, all at once, a great splash of watery liquid gushed against his mouth, some of it even coming close to going up his nose when it collided with his lips. Her whole body spasmed as a whimpering cry was muffled by her palm. Nora’s fingers started clenching against his head, her chest rising and falling with each breathless gasp. By the time she was finished, Matthias was sloppy all around his mouth and chin, her clit was shyly retreating back under her hood, and Nora was dropping her head back down to the cot. Matthias eased his head back as her hand limply fell from his hair, a big smile on his face as he briefly ran the tip of his tongue around across his lips.\n\nHe gave a faint chuckle as he pressed a delicate kiss to her veiled clit, making her entire body shudder as she tried, once again, to clamp her thighs down on his head. He pressed a couple kisses against the inside of one thigh, then started to stand up from the edge of the cot. She finally let her hand fall from her mouth, a big, breathless smile on her face as she gave a little chuckle of her own. He reached down and took one of her hands, feeling her tenderly squeeze. He gently began easing her up into a sitting position, pulling her towards him. Once she was upright, her smile faded, her glazed eyes staring at the man’s crotch, so close to her face she could smell his musk. Her eyes crossed as she focused on his tip, pointing accusingly towards her. Matthias didn’t even need to ask her if she wanted to return the favour.\n\nShe was already reaching her free hand up, delicately wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft to hold him steady, her pinky left sticking out all the while. Her eyelids fell shut as she brought her head over, making a husky, humming \"Holmm\" noise of appreciation as she slipped him between her lips. Matthias tried not to quiver with sensitivity, but Nora was just so...Hungry. She sealed her lips tight around him, doing her best to use her tongue to bathe him in her saliva, swirling her slimy mouth muscle around the end of his knob, getting a taste of his skin. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked, putting pressure over his rod, making him grow that extra bit between her lips before she relented, letting the pressure drop.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHer eyes were almost rolling around. The lights were on, but nobody was home. Her soft lips quickly enough moistened up with her saliva, letting her bob her head a bit more easily. She let go of his hand and gently held his hip, closing her eyes once more as she focused on the pleasure of pleasing. Part of him wanted to just hang his head back and bask in it, but he found it impossible to tear his eyes away from her. Her breaths, hot and steamy, wafting out against his crotch with every sighing breath. Her oh-so-kissable lips, sliding back and forth across his manhood as she slurped and suckled, massaging him with her tongue. Her hand, gently wrapped around his base, occasionally giving a tiny, milking pump. Her full breasts, gently rising and falling as she tried to keep her breathing under control, even as she drowned in his scent...Her knees, wide open, fully exposing the blushing delta between, oozing more and more lust.\n\nEventually, a spike of pleasure made him groan. The noise made her open her eyes and gaze up at him, the corners of her stretched lips rising up in a little smile. She eased her head back, almost succeeding in making him gasp when her lips slid across his swollen tip. She opened her mouth in a grin, making a show of letting him see her flick her tongue across his tip, lashing the head of his manhood with her hot muscle. He could only stare, his breathing escalating as he fought the urge to twitch with sensitivity against her hand. She swirled the tip of her tongue around his end, then diddled with the eye of his member, playfully trying to push into his cum-vein. Of course, it didn’t happen, but she adored the taste of pre-cum she found, nonetheless. When she tilted his manhood up towards him and began dunking her head lower, he instinctively raised his knee, planting his foot down against the edge of the cot.\n\nHe could only close his eyes and pant as she brought her mouth down to his undercarriage, hungrily sucking and kissing at his hot skin. The blood rushed to Matthias’ head as he looked up at the tent wall, listening to the wet smacking, smooching noises as Nora did her best to suck his orbs into her mouth, lapping at his reactors. Her fist tightening up a little, she languidly started stroking it back and forth over her head, her pinky still sticking out as she milked his broad prick. Nora gave a shuddering exhale, letting his orbs slip from her lips. She raised her head back up, angling his manhood back down towards her face. Foggy eyes locked on the helmet of his rod, she gently tilted her head to the side, watching with fascination as she sped up her stroking. As soon as he had leaked a droplet of pre-cum, she was bringing her head over, swiping it up with her tongue, then engulfing his member back inside her mouth, resuming her needy suckling.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Matthias Ravenwell:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Kind, empathetic, and genuine. He shows concern for others, such as Marjorie and Nora. He is also confident and willing to speak up when necessary.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Jenny: A woman he had sex with and seems to have feelings for.\n * Nora: A servant he meets through Roderick and develops feelings for.\n * Roderick Montsimard: A knight he meets through circumstance and has a complex relationship with.\n2. **Jenny:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Not explicitly described, except for being \"voracious\" during their night together.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Matthias.\n3. **Roderick Montsimard:** \n - Appearance: Described as having broad shoulders, a big moustache, shoulder-length brown hair slicked back, and a bit of a widow's peak.\n - Personality: Complex; he appears polite and courteous towards Matthias but is also shown to be abusive and condescending towards his servants, particularly Nora.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Nora: His servant whom he treats poorly.\n * Marjorie (deceased): Another servant who stole from him and was executed.\n4. **Marjorie:** \n - Appearance: Described as a skinny woman with black hair wearing patchwork rags.\n - Personality: Impulsive and rebellious, as seen in her decision to steal from her master and run away.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Roderick and the other servants.\n5. **Nora Glenncole:** \n - Appearance: Described as having auburn hair, a button nose, plump lips, purple eyeshadow, and a purple lipstick. She wears a tight green dress that exposes her bra and has metal shin guards with the emblem of the Empire.\n - Personality: Timid, yet sweet and appreciative. She is also resourceful and willing to help Matthias.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Roderick: Her master whom she fears and respects.\n * Matthias: A man she develops feelings for and helps secretly.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **The Empire's Military Presence:** The Empire has a significant military presence, including thousands of knights, which they use to negotiate with cities without bloodshed.\n2. **Servant Culture:** Servants are a common part of life in the Empire, often born into servitude or forced into it due to circumstances. They are treated poorly by their masters and are expected to follow orders without question.\n3. **Religious Beliefs:** The Ocularus Church believes that higher powers once guided humanity but have abandoned them, leaving humans to create their own paradise on Earth. This philosophy is contrasted with the traditional views of established churches.\n4. **Social Hierarchy:** The story highlights the social hierarchy within the Empire, with nobles holding power over servants. The Green Expanse is portrayed as having a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Bow and Quiver:** Matthias carries a bow and quiver, indicating that he may be skilled in archery.\n2. **Messenger Bag:** Matthias uses a messenger bag to carry important documents, suggesting that he may be involved in espionage or diplomacy.\n3. **Candle:** Nora lights a candle in the secret hideaway, providing light for their intimate moment.\n4. **Food and Drink:** Leftovers from the feast are used to provide food and drink for Matthias' journey.\n5. **Letter:** Matthias delivers a letter to an Empire ambassador, which is central to the plot.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **The Black Day:** A historical event that led to the founding of the Ocularus Church and the Holy Sunburst Empire.\n2. **The Lapis Wastes:** A forbidden land west of the Empire, where the Ocular Prophet Orion went to seek answers.\n3. **Paradise on Earth:** The Ocularus Church teaches that humans must create their own paradise on Earth since higher powers have abandoned them.\n4. **Eclesians '74 Wine:** A high-quality wine consecrated by a Bishop of the Ocularus Church, enjoyed by Roderick and Matthias.\n5. **Headcount:** A daily count of servants and soldiers, which Nora mentions as a potential risk for her if she stays with Matthias overnight.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story takes place in a world with multiple regions, including the Green Expanse and the Empire.\n2. **Politics:** The Empire is expanding its influence, using negotiations and military presence to achieve its goals. The Green Expanse is resistant to this expansion.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** The Empire has a strict social hierarchy, with nobles at the top and servants at the bottom. The Green Expanse has a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n4. **Laws and Governance:** The Empire seems to have a centralized authority, with rules and regulations governing the behavior of citizens and servants.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWithin the minute, her ministrations had him going over the edge. When she felt his breathing sharpen, when she felt his body tense up, and especially when she felt his cock stiffen up more than usual, her eyes widened and began to sparkle with excitement. She opened her mouth and eased her head back, breathing \"Watch me!\" He raised his head and looked down at her, his jaw tensing up as his climax drew near. She smiled and started jerking him off, pumping her fist across his length hard and fast. Watching his eyes, she smiled and stuck her tongue out, delicately squirming it around against the very end of his tip, trying to coax out more pre-cum for her to savour. When he gave a hard exhale, she stopped, draped her tongue under his tip, and just left it there like a red carpet, ready to receive the guest of honour.\n\nHe couldn’t handle the sight of her tugging him off into her mouth for longer than thirty seconds before he shut his eyes, biting back a groan. She never stopped stroking, and her tongue, molten under his tip, vibrated as she gave a hungry moan. \"Hahh...Hahh...Hahh...Hah! Ohh! Ha-ah-ah!\" Her voice began lilting as his floodgates opened, her eyes widening as they dropped down to his cock, trying to spy the drink she was churning out of him. Matthias felt himself tense against her hand as he blew his first load, a great, shuddering sigh escaping him as his seed spurted across her tongue all the way to the back of her mouth. Part of the stream collided with her front teeth, nearly spilling over her lips in the process. She arched her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth rising high in an open grin as he continued unloading, pouring his salty, milky lust straight into her accommodating mouth.\n\nWhen he was finished, she made certain he had given her every drop, squeezing her fist tight before slowly milking up and down his length, trying to coax out every last leftover from his urethra straight onto her tongue. When he opened his eyes, she still had her mouth wide open, her tongue still held out. She was still smiling as she made a show of letting him see his handiwork. The spunk over her tongue was practically jelly-thick, rich and barely shifting, at all. Deeper back in her mouth, however, a more liquidy puddle of semen could be seen, more cloudy with strands and clumps of seed floating within. Hopefully, Nora appreciated his bull balls just as much as Jenny did, because she had gotten a pretty big mouthful, for all her effort.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWhen the semen on her tongue slowly started trickling off of her tip, she withdrew her tongue in a hurry, but not before some of it could run off onto her chin. She closed her eyes as she started a big swallow, and he could only watch as she barely winced, her face gently screwing tight. To his own surprise, the sight only satisfied him, more. Evidently, his load had either been too big, too rich, or too bitter for her liking, but she still got it down like a trooper, and when she opened her mouth to prove she had swallowed the whole thing, her face had already started to flush red. Whatever the taste, she had still loved the simple act of swallowing. Gazing up at him, she raised one hand to her mouth, using her finger to swipe the cum on her chin back into her mouth. Her throat tensed in a smaller gulp, and this time, she didn’t grimace. They were both breathing hard in the aftermath.\n\nWithout warning, Matthias grabbed her shoulders and started pushing her down into the cot, getting on with her. She just watched him as he pulled her legs open, got between them, and started pulling them up into the air. \"I want in,\" he breathed. She just nodded with a little whimper, throat audibly clicking as she swallowed. Within seconds, they had joined as one. The night wasn’t over until, almost two hours later, drenched in sweat, he gave her second pair of lips a drink big enough to match the first. It took them both a bit of time to regain their senses enough to speak. At first, Nora was too out of sorts to talk, and Matthias, meanwhile, fully expected himself to simply fall asleep in the afterglow. Instead, they rested in each other’s arms, and eventually, descended into some pillow talk.\n\nHe laid on his back, her snuggled up close to his side, one leg between his with an arm draped across his chest, her hand lightly stroking him near his shoulder. The thin blanket over the cot had been pulled up to their waists, giving them just enough exposure to comfortably cool off. By that point, the candle she had lit was going low, the wick having burned until the \"skin\" of the candle stood an empty husk, the glow inside flickering like a lantern. The encampment beyond the walls of their private sanctuary had gone completely silent during their romp, proving that all the soldiers and servants had long retired, for the night. Nora told him how much fun she had had, and he mirrored the sentiment. She practically deflated against his body with a long sigh, cuddling up to him even more as she restated how badly she had needed this.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe ventured to ask her why that was. Had it been long since her last time, or...? She sighed, again. It had been, she admitted. More than that, though, she had been dying for someone to give her a reason to feel good about herself. After years of Roderick’s verbal abuse, day after day...Well. It really was as simple as, she had needed this, needed him. Matthias stroked a hand down the side of her head, at that. He asked if she had somewhere she needed to be, if she’d need to head off to slip into her usual cot before she got into trouble. She shook her head, nuzzling her face into his chest in the process. She could stay all night, if she wanted...If he wanted. She had a usual cot, but none of the other servants would sell her out, and none of the knights really bothered to check the cots, in the middle of the night.\n\nIt was the morning headcount that she’d need to be careful of, but she wouldn’t miss it. He wouldn’t mind company for the night, he murmured. She smiled, tilted her head back, and pressed a kiss to his jaw. They went quiet for a minute before, with idle curiosity, he asked \"...So. You aren’t curious how I met Roderick, or how I know about Marjorie?...\" Nora barely shifted under the covers. Quietly, she answered \"Oh...I suppose I never considered it. But, since you bring it up, sure. Is there something more to it?...\" Matthias gazed at the ceiling to the tent, slowly blinking a few times as he quietly confessed \"...I’m carrying a letter for the Black Band. I’m headed to Envers City, same place all these knights are headed for. Obviously, I never told Roderick.\"\n\nNora stirred, a little more. Raising her cheek from his chest, she looked at his face as best she could. He could barely see her face, but he could plainly hear her astonished mumble. \"...By Orion. Aren’t the Black Band the rebels? If Roderick knew...\" \"...I think he had some suspicions,\" Matthias remarked. \"Nothing solid enough to do anything, though. Still, I know I don’t belong here. I know somebody like him doesn’t take a farmer like me into his tent for dinner just every other day. He was polite, and so, so was I. He didn’t do anything, but that doesn’t mean I’m not getting the heck out of here, come sunrise. I don’t know if he was looking for me to slip up and say something incriminating, or if he just wanted to convert a local, but either way, if it wasn’t for all that wine, I would’ve looked a lot more uncomfortable at that dinner table.\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Matthias Ravenwell:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Kind, empathetic, and genuine. He shows concern for others, such as Marjorie and Nora. He is also confident and willing to speak up when necessary.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Jenny: A woman he had sex with and seems to have feelings for.\n * Nora: A servant he meets through Roderick and develops feelings for.\n * Roderick Montsimard: A knight he meets through circumstance and has a complex relationship with.\n2. **Jenny:** \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Not explicitly described, except for being \"voracious\" during their night together.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Matthias.\n3. **Roderick Montsimard:** \n - Appearance: Described as having broad shoulders, a big moustache, shoulder-length brown hair slicked back, and a bit of a widow's peak.\n - Personality: Complex; he appears polite and courteous towards Matthias but is also shown to be abusive and condescending towards his servants, particularly Nora.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Nora: His servant whom he treats poorly.\n * Marjorie (deceased): Another servant who stole from him and was executed.\n4. **Marjorie:** \n - Appearance: Described as a skinny woman with black hair wearing patchwork rags.\n - Personality: Impulsive and rebellious, as seen in her decision to steal from her master and run away.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationship: With Roderick and the other servants.\n5. **Nora Glenncole:** \n - Appearance: Described as having auburn hair, a button nose, plump lips, purple eyeshadow, and a purple lipstick. She wears a tight green dress that exposes her bra and has metal shin guards with the emblem of the Empire.\n - Personality: Timid, yet sweet and appreciative. She is also resourceful and willing to help Matthias.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Roderick: Her master whom she fears and respects.\n * Matthias: A man she develops feelings for and helps secretly.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **The Empire's Military Presence:** The Empire has a significant military presence, including thousands of knights, which they use to negotiate with cities without bloodshed.\n2. **Servant Culture:** Servants are a common part of life in the Empire, often born into servitude or forced into it due to circumstances. They are treated poorly by their masters and are expected to follow orders without question.\n3. **Religious Beliefs:** The Ocularus Church believes that higher powers once guided humanity but have abandoned them, leaving humans to create their own paradise on Earth. This philosophy is contrasted with the traditional views of established churches.\n4. **Social Hierarchy:** The story highlights the social hierarchy within the Empire, with nobles holding power over servants. The Green Expanse is portrayed as having a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Bow and Quiver:** Matthias carries a bow and quiver, indicating that he may be skilled in archery.\n2. **Messenger Bag:** Matthias uses a messenger bag to carry important documents, suggesting that he may be involved in espionage or diplomacy.\n3. **Candle:** Nora lights a candle in the secret hideaway, providing light for their intimate moment.\n4. **Food and Drink:** Leftovers from the feast are used to provide food and drink for Matthias' journey.\n5. **Letter:** Matthias delivers a letter to an Empire ambassador, which is central to the plot.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **The Black Day:** A historical event that led to the founding of the Ocularus Church and the Holy Sunburst Empire.\n2. **The Lapis Wastes:** A forbidden land west of the Empire, where the Ocular Prophet Orion went to seek answers.\n3. **Paradise on Earth:** The Ocularus Church teaches that humans must create their own paradise on Earth since higher powers have abandoned them.\n4. **Eclesians '74 Wine:** A high-quality wine consecrated by a Bishop of the Ocularus Church, enjoyed by Roderick and Matthias.\n5. **Headcount:** A daily count of servants and soldiers, which Nora mentions as a potential risk for her if she stays with Matthias overnight.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story takes place in a world with multiple regions, including the Green Expanse and the Empire.\n2. **Politics:** The Empire is expanding its influence, using negotiations and military presence to achieve its goals. The Green Expanse is resistant to this expansion.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** The Empire has a strict social hierarchy, with nobles at the top and servants at the bottom. The Green Expanse has a different culture, where servants do not exist.\n4. **Laws and Governance:** The Empire seems to have a centralized authority, with rules and regulations governing the behavior of citizens and servants.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe dropped her head back down to his chest and gave a little chortle. \"...By Orion. Me and a rebel,\" she mumbled. Matthias gave a little chuckle of his own, remarking \"Hey, I’m not actually a member of the Black Band. I’ve always wanted to be, though, and if this delivery goes well, I’ll be made one, so that’s great. Right now, though? I’m nobody. If nothing else, this’ll get my family out of debt. Besides, this letter I’m delivering, it’s supposed to go to an Empire ambassador, or something, at some party. It’s not like I’ll be pouring poison into anybody’s drink, over here.\" \"Right...I’ve heard Roderick mention something along those lines,\" Nora quietly offered. \"I don’t know the details, but he’s talked about some Empire negotiations happening at Envers City, and that a big military presence will be running support, including his knights, here.\"\n\n\"From what I’ve heard, the negotiations will be to take control of the city without bloodshed. Roderick mentioned that, alongside the person who hired me for this delivery...Two different interpretations, though, I guess,\" he mumbled. \"Well...Be careful, alright? You’re going to be surrounded by hundreds, if not thousands of Empire knights. If they realize you’re working for the Black Band...\" \"They won’t. They shouldn’t, it’s just a letter,\" Matthias answered, trying not to sound uncertain. After a few moments of silence, he changed the subject. \"...So, this is my first time really talking with somebody from the Empire, besides Roderick. What do you think about all this? The Empire coming into the Green Expanse, I mean. You must have some sort of opinion. Do you think the Empire would actually do any good, out here?\"\n\nNora gave a little shrug. \"I’m barely a citizen, you know,\" she admitted. \"I’ve been a servant my whole life. I can’t say I have it the same as most people. I just do what I’m told.\" Slowly, deep in thought, Matthias remarked \"...Ever since this all started, all I’ve heard is how the Empire are evil invaders. But Petrice admitted that the negotiations were to take control of the city, and if what Roderick said about avoiding bloodshed is true, then Petrice might’ve known. Maybe she didn’t care. I wonder if the message is related to the potential bloodshed. Roderick made the Empire sound decent, of course, no surprise there.\" Nora just gave another little shrug. \"This is my first time outside of the Empire,\" she murmured. \"I can’t say, either way. I don’t really have a good frame of reference.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAfter a couple moments, Matthias murmured \"Well, anyway...Come morning, do you think I could ask you a favour, if it won’t put you at any risk? Do you think you could sneak me a few day’s worth of food and drink? I can’t risk stopping in with the Sapphire City chapter of the Black Band, not with Roderick apparently keeping an eye on it. Smarter for me to just move on, right away.\" Nora stroked her hand across his chest. \"I can manage that,\" she murmured. \"Plenty of leftovers from last night’s feast. Nobody will miss a few packets gone missing. It’s for a good cause, anyway.\" He smiled, at that. He raised his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then murmured \"Thanks.\" She gave a sleepy sigh against his chest.\n\nShe drifted off before he did. He stayed awake for a little while longer, staring at the ceiling to the tent. He couldn’t quite place his finger on why, but something had him feeling uneasy. He could feel it in his gut, some innate sense that not everything was right with his delivery. When Petrice had said there were things she didn’t want to tell him, he hadn’t thought much of it, but now, he was wondering just what, exactly, she had kept from him. Eventually, he simply put it out of his mind, joining Nora in a quiet night of rest.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Samus Aran**: \n - Appearance: Clad head-to-toe in technologically advanced armor.\n - Personality: Tough, unapproachable, yet vulnerable when it comes to her Chozo heritage and mating instincts.\n - Special Abilities: Expert warrior, skilled in hand-to-hand combat, and equipped with advanced technology.\n - Relationships: Raised by bird-like Chozo people; seeks research opportunities on former Chozo colonies.\n2. **Alexander Flemming**: \n - Appearance: Physically fit, with an eccentric personality.\n - Personality: Enthusiastic, passionate, and confident in his abilities.\n - Special Abilities: Xenoarchaeologist, inventor, and entrepreneur.\n - Relationships: CEO and founder of Auspex Information Solutions; married to Samus Aran.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Samus's Chozo Heritage:** Her upbringing by bird-like Chozo people has instilled in her strong mating instincts and a connection to her Chozo roots.\n2. **Alexander's Eccentricity:** His enthusiasm for his work often leads him to create elaborate plans, such as building a nest to attract Samus.\n3. **The Power Suit Limitation:** As a pregnant woman, Samus must put aside her Power Suit due to its design limitations.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Power Suit:** Advanced armor worn by Samus, providing her with enhanced strength and agility.\n2. **Morph Ball:** A device used by Samus to transform into a ball-shaped state, allowing her to navigate through tight spaces.\n3. **Energy Weapon:** Used by Samus to blast open doors, showcasing her technological prowess.\n4. **Nest:** Built by Alexander using sticks and branches, symbolizing his attempt to attract Samus as a mate.\n5. **Plumage Costume:** Worn by Alexander during his mating dance, featuring colorful feathers and a garish design.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Chozo Technology:** The Chozo possess advanced energy manipulation, genetic, and biological capabilities, making them a valuable resource for humanity.\n2. **Xenoarchaeology:** Alexander's field of study focuses on exploring and understanding alien cultures, technologies, and civilizations.\n3. **Inter Species Communication:** Characters use various methods to communicate across species boundaries, including the use of Chozo language and gestures.\n4. **Mate Selection:** In the context of the story, mating is portrayed as a complex process involving instinctual behaviors, cultural practices, and emotional connections.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Galactic Politics:** The Federation plays a significant role in the galaxy, with various species interacting and cooperating within its framework.\n2. **Alien Cultures:** Different species, such as the Chozo, Luminoth, Bryonnians, Bion, and Mawkin, are introduced, each with their unique characteristics and histories.\n3. **Technology Advancements:** Humanity has made significant strides in technology, with the development of advanced suits, energy weapons, and other equipment.\n4. **Space Exploration:** Characters travel throughout the galaxy, visiting various planets and encountering diverse alien species.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAuspex Information Solutions boasted a sleek, modern headquarters of elegant glass and brushed steel, which always came off to Mina like it was suggesting that, even though it was firmly located within the atmosphere and affixed solidly to the ground on Norion, that it might be a spaceship. Maybe if you spent a night inside, you might trick your brain into forgetting that this was just a terrestrial building and not something interstellar.\n\nShe wondered if that was on purpose. She was walking beside, slightly behind, of course, her boss, the CEO and Founder of Auspex, Alexander Flemming, and she’d grown used to his eccentricities as his personal assistant. He was a Xenoarchaeologist, first and foremost, and was always talking about how much humanity had to learn from other species. Perhaps he envisioned his headquarters as a sort of intellectual spaceship, mentally traveling to alien planets and learning what they could from their own development?\n\nA glance at Alexander gave the thought some credence. He was physically right next to her, but right now, his mind was no doubt a million miles away, on some distant planet or starport or piece of stellar debris. Though, thinking about it, the subject he was most likely thinking about was one that was slowly closing that gap, wasn’t she...<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMina decided to speak up, if only to make conversation. \"I’m surprised you’ve never actually met her before now,\" she commented.\n\nAlexander glanced at his assistant, suddenly brought back to Norion, before sighing.\n\n\"She’s... reticent to speak, to anyone, really, but especially about the Chozo,\" he answered, \"Understandable, of course, considering both her circumstances and the already-secretive nature of her adoptive parents... and then there’s surely the matter of her considering the risk of what might happen with Chozo technology falling into the wrong hands.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nFor all the technological advances made in the past century, the Chozo were still the holy grail of... just about every field. Energy manipulation, genetics and biology, space travel, there wasn’t a field they didn’t leave the Federation’s top scientists stumped. Auspex held perhaps the greatest trove of Chozo artifacts of anyone in the universe, and yet, a single woman left them in the dust, literally wearing a Chozo artifact that could do things that made Mina’s head hurt.\n\n\"But...\" Alexander added, his face breaking into a grin, \"at long last, she’s finally agreed to speak with me. And I will not waste this opportunity!\"\n\nThey’d reached the end of the hallway, at a door with a thin blue haze of shielding over it (Mina had informed Facilities that Ms. Aran would likely be shooting doorways open rather than use a keycard an... apparent habit of hers) that Alexander opened, ushering Mina in. She entered with some trepidation—even she hadn’t been privy to what he had prepared in this room, simply being told it was part of his efforts to impress Ms. Aran and ensure that this meeting would end in a fruitful partnership. Seeing as how she was equal parts legendary for her secrecy as well as her accomplishments, it had to be something big.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThough, once she had entered the room, she was left... confused and slightly underwhelmed.\n\nA big... pile of sticks, that was all she could think to call it. Just a bunch of sticks, evidently from various types of trees, stacked atop one another making a... vague shape of about six feet in diameter. Whatever she was supposed to be looking at, she had no idea.\n\nHer boss, however, seemed to expect otherwise.\n\n\"Now, Mina!\" he chuckled, \"I’m sure you can infer the rest of my plans from this!\"\n\n\"...a pyre?\" she asked, the first thing that came to mind.\n\n\"Ha!\" Alexander laughed, \"A pyre... no, no, my dear Mina—what do we know about the Chozo?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMore than the Federation, the Space Pirates, or anyone who wasn’t raised by the Chozo, but that didn’t mean very much. Mina’s first thoughts when she heard the word \"Chozo\" was \"advanced technology,\" not... wood. The Chozo of Tallon IV used living wood extensively, shaping trees and building around them. But they weren’t much for dead wood, not as a primary building material and especially not so... haphazardly arranged.\n\n\"I don’t know,\" she finally announced, \"It’s just... a bunch of sticks in a... ohhhhhhh no.\"\n\n\"Yes!\" he cried, \"You can see it now!\"\n\nA nest. He’d made... he’d made a human sized bird’s nest and... oh dear, oh no.\n\nHer boss was pulling forth a... nightmarishly garish costume with many colorful feathers. It was bad enough on its own, but his grin, a combination of manic glee and perverse self-satisfaction.\n\n\"They were an Avian race!\" he proclaimed, \"And my research has confirmed that this plumage,\" he ruffled the feather-suit, as though Mina could have possibly forgotten about it, \"signifies that a Chozo is looking to attract a mate. I’ve also constructed a nest—I was quite careful in its construction and with the materials chosen, but,\" he chuckled to himself, \"I wholly suspect I’m the first man to have built a nest to present her in her entire adult life.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThere’s a reason for that, Mina wished she could say, please think for a second why there’s a reason for that!\n\nNot that she had the courage to tell him, nor that she thought he might listen to anyone who would try and get him to listen to reason.\n\n\"Samus Aran believes she is coming to discuss research opportunities on former Chozo colonies,\" he continued, slipping into the costume, \"but really, she’s coming here... so she can be my bride.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWith that, he began... flapping his arms in a truly ridiculous manner as he began to bob his head and strut, some absurd parody of birdlike behavior.\n\n\"ISPERRRRUN!\" he chirped, \"VAN TAMUS ARLAN!!\"\n\nMina didn’t know enough Chozo to consider herself fluent, but she recognized the syllables of the language, such as how Ms. Aran’s own name was constructed using human phonemes and had to be \"mispronounced\" in Chozo. It made the whole thing... vastly worse in her mind, somehow. That he’d be addressing Ms. Aran, a legendary warrior, in her own language—likely butchered to some considerable degree—with some... bizarre attempt to get some... Oh she had to get out of here. Had to get out of this room and get to work, fast.\n\nShe had a resume to update. Because tomorrow, her boss was going to die.\n\nThere was no force in the universe more powerful than knowledge, and the universe was littered with boundless caches of knowledge left for anyone to simply pluck for their own education. So many races had reached the stars before humanity, and all of them, especially those whose grand empires had collapsed, had much to teach them. And knowing this had made Alexander a wealthy man.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHis first discoveries had been made in his own hometown, exploring with a child’s curiosity the ruins of the Ylla colony his community had been built within. His mother had encouraged him, but mostly to see it as a distraction, a way to get him to play outside. His father saw it as a waste of time, but for Alexander, discovering that the entirety of his town, the very extent of the world he knew, was only built within an entertainment complex of a once great empire made him realize how big the world could be. Learning to recreate the holo-lights he’d accidentally activated once as a child had been the first \"invention\" he’d brought to the market, giving him the seed money to create Auspex Information Systems. And from there, he studied the Luminoth, the Bryonnians, the Bion, and, of course, the Chozo to develop new technologies.\n\nBut of course, he had always had a little birdie guiding his way.\n\nShe was like a dowsing rod of ancient treasures. Using whatever trick it took—often bribes—to convince and cajole Federation Officers to slip him pieces of intel on Samus Aran’s whereabout never failed to produce results. She’d defeat an ancient guardian to recover a powerful piece of equipment... and then Alexander would come in with a team to examine how the guardian’s joints remained in good condition in the centuries it lay dormant, or how its armor plating was so light, or how its power source worked.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBut now, as he ruffled his \"feathers,\" the real prize was approaching. He glanced at the nest to see that everything was properly in place and at last...\n\nHe heard the blast of an energy weapon—one he hoped he would soon have a greater understanding of—shattering the door’s integrity shield, causing the latch to disengage and open for his visitor.\n\nShe was... a vision sheathed in skintight blue. Long blonde hair cascaded down in a ponytail, her shapely figure left him amazed that she managed to fit into her armor, just as much as her Morph Ball, and of course, her eyes—intelligent, analytic, and taking in the sight of him, his plumage, and the nest he had prepared for her. No man had ever before presented himself as such a worthy mate, he was sure of it!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nFor a moment, she merely stared. Her face was almost unreadable, but Alexander was confident it was a look of stunned disbelief.\n\nNow it was time to really win her over.\n\n\"You are beautiful,\" he said in Chozo, \"Mate with me, Samus Aran.\"\n\nAnd with that, he began the first steps of the dance he had so carefully constructed and rehearsed, repeating in Chozo his intentions to mate with her. Left foot forward, bob, right foot out, bob, arm flap, arm flap, arm flap, head bob, right leg...\n\nAnd again, she remained motionless. Perhaps... perhaps his accent was a little off. Chozo phonics weren’t an exact science after all, but before he could say another thing, Samus responded.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Mate...\" she said- no, panted in Chozo! \"Mate... Mate! MATE!\"\n\nAlexander’s grin became wide as he opened his arms-\n\nAnd was immediately tackled to the ground.\n\nPer- perhaps he’d misjudged the difference in strength between himself and a legendary warrior, reinforced with Chozo DNA and trained since childhood for battle, and how powerfully she might spring forward to straddle him. She was demonstrably capable of leaping to tremendous heights, even without her power suit... But Alexander also didn’t particularly care, not with the way she gazed at him while he was pinned beneath her, a nakedly hungry expression on her face as she began to savage him with kisses.\n\nWhile Alexander hadn’t predicted things would go like this—he’d assumed it would be more conversational, perhaps with her responding to his dance with one of her own—he anticipated things would turn out like this at some point. And so it took no time at all to overcome his initial surprise and begin passionately kissing Samus back, letting his tongue wrestle hers... and finding his tongue somewhat overpowered. But still! The romance continued as Alexander allowed his hands to begin to wander across Samus’s form, tracing the way her figure flared at the waist until he was cupping and squeezing the perfectly-molded cheeks of her derriere.\n\nBreaking the kiss, she looked at him with a tint of something... uncontrollable in her blue eyes, but Alexander welcomed it. Particularly as she sat up upon his chest and began to disrobe.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Samus Aran**: \n - Appearance: Clad head-to-toe in technologically advanced armor.\n - Personality: Tough, unapproachable, yet vulnerable when it comes to her Chozo heritage and mating instincts.\n - Special Abilities: Expert warrior, skilled in hand-to-hand combat, and equipped with advanced technology.\n - Relationships: Raised by bird-like Chozo people; seeks research opportunities on former Chozo colonies.\n2. **Alexander Flemming**: \n - Appearance: Physically fit, with an eccentric personality.\n - Personality: Enthusiastic, passionate, and confident in his abilities.\n - Special Abilities: Xenoarchaeologist, inventor, and entrepreneur.\n - Relationships: CEO and founder of Auspex Information Solutions; married to Samus Aran.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Samus's Chozo Heritage:** Her upbringing by bird-like Chozo people has instilled in her strong mating instincts and a connection to her Chozo roots.\n2. **Alexander's Eccentricity:** His enthusiasm for his work often leads him to create elaborate plans, such as building a nest to attract Samus.\n3. **The Power Suit Limitation:** As a pregnant woman, Samus must put aside her Power Suit due to its design limitations.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Power Suit:** Advanced armor worn by Samus, providing her with enhanced strength and agility.\n2. **Morph Ball:** A device used by Samus to transform into a ball-shaped state, allowing her to navigate through tight spaces.\n3. **Energy Weapon:** Used by Samus to blast open doors, showcasing her technological prowess.\n4. **Nest:** Built by Alexander using sticks and branches, symbolizing his attempt to attract Samus as a mate.\n5. **Plumage Costume:** Worn by Alexander during his mating dance, featuring colorful feathers and a garish design.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Chozo Technology:** The Chozo possess advanced energy manipulation, genetic, and biological capabilities, making them a valuable resource for humanity.\n2. **Xenoarchaeology:** Alexander's field of study focuses on exploring and understanding alien cultures, technologies, and civilizations.\n3. **Inter Species Communication:** Characters use various methods to communicate across species boundaries, including the use of Chozo language and gestures.\n4. **Mate Selection:** In the context of the story, mating is portrayed as a complex process involving instinctual behaviors, cultural practices, and emotional connections.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Galactic Politics:** The Federation plays a significant role in the galaxy, with various species interacting and cooperating within its framework.\n2. **Alien Cultures:** Different species, such as the Chozo, Luminoth, Bryonnians, Bion, and Mawkin, are introduced, each with their unique characteristics and histories.\n3. **Technology Advancements:** Humanity has made significant strides in technology, with the development of advanced suits, energy weapons, and other equipment.\n4. **Space Exploration:** Characters travel throughout the galaxy, visiting various planets and encountering diverse alien species.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nStripping out of her blue suit, Alexander felt his breath taken away by the sight of Samus’s bounteous chest now unveiled to his sight. She gave him a proud look, clearly seeing the look on his own face, but Alexander didn’t care. A chance to see her truly spectacular rack was more than worth it. As she peeled herself out of her jumpsuit, Alexander drank in the sight of her creamy, flawless skin, the lush curve of her hips swelling into a magnificently peachy ass. She rose up from atop him to step out of her outfit, cocking her hip to give him a brief view of the luscious beauty he’d so masterfully charmed.\n\nBut he only allowed himself to be stunned for a moment as he drank in her winsome figure. Hastily reaching down, Alexander grasped the buttons to free his dick from the confines of his mating outfit. It sprang forth proudly—it was as eager as he was to enjoy the carnal pleasures of the famous Samus Aran, and Samus gave his dick an appreciative look. She licked her lips as she lined up her hips, and before Alexander could say a word...\n\nShe dropped down with a mighty squawk that Alexander’s rough Chozo translated as MINE.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBut he wouldn’t translate it for a few more moments, not when Samus’s pussy gripped his cock with such velvet intensity that Alexander’s thoughts were left scrambled, his mouth going wide in a gasp of pleasure and surprise. But in the absence of Alexander’s lead, Samus planted her hands on his chest, her surprisingly delicate fingers splayed wide as she pumped up and down, up and down, driving Alexander to heights of erotic madness he hadn’t thought possible!\n\nShe rode him with unchecked glee, bouncing up and down on his dick while chanting, \"Mate, mate, mate!\" in Chozo, her birdlike chirps heightening his pleasure as her pussy clamped around his cock like a vise. Alexander had never felt anything like this, unaware if this was just because her pussy, like the rest of her body, was honed to genetic perfection or if she was simply just a very good lay, but he wasn’t asking questions. She was milking him of his seed, needy- no, desperate to be bred, and Alexander felt not the least objection to delivering it to her! Between the way her pussy gripped him, the way her breasts bounced before his eyes or the sound of her cheeks clapping as she twerked on his dick, it was not going to take long before he would deliver unto Samus what she was begging for!\n\nBut still... he would take time to savor this moment. Alexander’s mind began to reassert itself, and while he knew he had no angle to take charge away from the lust-crazed Bounty Hunter, he knew how he might bring himself to enjoy her more. He let his fingers sink into her hips, admiring how curvy her figure was, even as her taut stomach and muscular arms spoke to her profession as a Bounty Hunter. By the stars, she was a vision, an absolute wonder of a woman that was even more beautiful in person than he’d ever dreamed. It was that look of wanton desire that completed the look, the way her eyes lit up with every thrust, the way her mouth opened to cry out her exuberance, that he, and he alone, was the one who got to see Samus Aran in this state, the only one to build a nest worthy of her!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThey worked in a savage unison, inarticulate and wild, his hips bucking her upwards as hers slammed down. He gasped out her name, moaned profanities, and just cried out in joy for the way she milked him for his seed. Samus continued crying out in Chozo, her eyes wild, her mouth wide in a harlequin grin, her fingernails scraping across his chest as she clenched her hands and became more insistent in her quest.\n\nAt last, Alexander could hold out no more, and with a mighty groan, he released. His cock twitched and jerked, firing rope after rope of cum deep into the eager embrace of Samus’s womb. She cried out in a long, mighty squawk that didn’t sound like a word in Chozo so much as a pure cry of raw satisfaction. When her cry finished, she looked down at him, taking long, deep breaths as his cock wrung out the last few drops of sperm from his balls. With her goal achieved, Samus dropped herself forward, still impaled on his dick, as she lay on top of him. Alexander had never felt so thoroughly emptied in his life, but this was the tiredness of victory.\n\nMating dance: successful.\n\nTaking a moment to bask in both his victory and the pleasure of a good orgasm, Alexander gently stroked Samus’s back as she lay placidly on his chest. Her skin was warm, with a cool sheen of sweat over it, but she hardly seemed exhausted. He could feel her heartbeat against his, the slow, steady beats of a woman who had outrun more than one planet’s self-destruct thanks to both impeccable physical fitness and scientifically unknown genetic enhancement. She wasn’t resting atop him because she was tired, no, it was because... she was happy.\n\nAnd Alexander was happy, too.\n\nParticularly because Samus’s height meant that his face was nestled in the soft and happy embrace of her breasts. It slightly impaired his breathing to be smothered in such wondrous cleavage, but what man, least of all a man of science, would take that as a reason not to be suffocated by such wondrous mammaries?<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAfter a moment, though, as Alexander caught his breath, his lover stirred from atop him.\n\n\"You are...\" she said, searching for her words, \"a very unique man, Mr. Flemming.\"\n\nAlexander smiled. He’d gotten so used to translating her words from \"loudly shrieked Chozo\" that it was almost unusual to hear her address him in a human language. A reminder that she had a lovely voice to go along with all her other attendant loveliness.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Would you deserve any less?\" he mused, voice slightly muffled from between her breasts. \"You are, after all, the most unique woman in all the galaxy.\"\n\n\"You charmer,\" she teased, rising up from atop him. Alexander was loath to lose contact with her chest, but he elected not to push the matter. After all, she seemed quite pleased with their coupling. He would likely get a chance to enjoy her bounties again soon.\n\n\"That was...\" she exhaled, a dreamy smile coming to her face, \"wonderful. I never realized how... excited a nest could make me!\" Her gaze shifted to Alexander’s construction. \"Just one look at it and I knew in my core that it would be perfect for my children, and your dance, so... sensual and with such brilliant plumage, I- Oh!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHer hands began to clench at his chest again.\n\n\"Just thinking about it makes me...\" she said, her breath thick and needy, \"You’re not finished yet, are you? Because what you’ve awakened in me... no man has ever made me feel like this and I want to feel this even more!\"\n\nAlexander grinned. She might have wrung every drop of semen out of his balls, but for an opportunity to bed the legendary Samus Aran not once, but twice, he would find a way to push himself beyond his limits! He could feel his cock regain its strength from within Samus, and a giddy smile crossed her face as she felt it swell within her.\n\n\"Oh yessss...\" she whispered, \"I need this, Mr. Flemming, need this more than- more than anything I’ve ever needed before!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"It’d be a crime to disappoint such a beautiful lady,\" he replied before asking, \"But would you allow me a small token for my own enjoyment?\"\n\nSamus smiled down at him. \"Of course,\" she cooed, \"After what we just had, you can have anything you want.\"\n\nNow his grin grew wider. \"Would my dearest mind trying another position? Perhaps, allowing me on top?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAs soon as he asked, she’d flipped him over, suddenly placing him on top of the buxom blonde. Alexander immediately dove back in between her breasts, licking and sucking and feasting upon the bounty presented before him. Samus gasped, then giggled, placing an arm around the back of his head to press him into her bosom. And as she did that, he began to grind against her, slowly gaining speed as his motions turned to long, steady strokes that in turn became powerful thrusts. Sucking on a nipple, he pounded away at Samus’s pussy, making her gasp and moan in pleasure.\n\nBefore, she had been driven by a mad ardor, driven by genetic cues of fertility and mating, more an act of animal breeding, rutting on the floor. But this was proper lovemaking, a fact confirmed as Samus pulled his mouth to hers and kissed Alexander passionately. Unlike before, what had been an overpowering contest of tongues was now something sweet and desirous. Samus kissed him hungrily, as did Alexander, but now the hunger wasn’t for something as raw and primal as the urge to breed. It was a hunger for one another, and Alexander and Samus both took and gave in equal measure.\n\nHe almost couldn’t believe he still had the energy to keep going, that his first bout with Samus ought to have laid him flat, but the feeling of her soft lips against his, her playful, mischievous tongue exploring his mouth, or how her hips artfully played against his, all electrified him, drove him to perform for his newfound lady love! He could feel the swell of manly passion within him as he broke the kiss and gave Samus a wolfish grin.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nArching his back, he grabbed at her breasts, feeling the squish of soft flesh as his fingers sank in, and began to relentlessly screw Samus as hard as he could. From her gasps, he knew he was hitting somewhere sensitive, and with every thrust, he zeroed in on the invincible Bounty Hunter’s most hidden weak spot.\n\n\"Ohhhh- oh, M-Mr. Flemming!\" she squealed, \"It’s- oh- oh, it’s- c-coming so- so fast, c-can’t- OH!\"\n\nShe was suddenly overcome with a wild rush of what were probably Chozo profanities as Samus also arched her back as she screamed out her climax, triggering a surge of desire in Alexander’s chest. With a dominant roar, he sawed away at her pussy, leaving Samus gasping and panting for air as he extended her climax into a staggered scream from his vigorous motions.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThis woman lying beneath him, her head thrown back in raucous delight, had accomplished things no other sapient in the galaxy had ever come close to. Destroyer of Space Pirates, Metroids, and all manner of stranger creatures even Alexander had never heard of, and yet, he was the one to make her a quivering wreck from his savage assault! Self-confidence peaking, Alexander took his moment of triumph and once more fired off a thick load of his seed deep within her.\n\nHow he had anything left to give, he’d never know, but Alexander felt the utter satisfaction of his orgasm as he flooded Samus’s womb once more. If she wasn’t bred now, well... he’d just have to give her another go. And another and another and another and however much it took before his beautiful bride-to-be was bearing his children.\n\nBut Alexander had a feeling he’d done his job the first time. All the rest would be... simply for their mutual pleasure. Samus’s blue eyes fluttered open beneath him as they both lay prone together. Reluctantly, Alexander withdrew, sliding out of Samus’s warm, welcoming pussy to roll to her side.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Samus Aran**: \n - Appearance: Clad head-to-toe in technologically advanced armor.\n - Personality: Tough, unapproachable, yet vulnerable when it comes to her Chozo heritage and mating instincts.\n - Special Abilities: Expert warrior, skilled in hand-to-hand combat, and equipped with advanced technology.\n - Relationships: Raised by bird-like Chozo people; seeks research opportunities on former Chozo colonies.\n2. **Alexander Flemming**: \n - Appearance: Physically fit, with an eccentric personality.\n - Personality: Enthusiastic, passionate, and confident in his abilities.\n - Special Abilities: Xenoarchaeologist, inventor, and entrepreneur.\n - Relationships: CEO and founder of Auspex Information Solutions; married to Samus Aran.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Samus's Chozo Heritage:** Her upbringing by bird-like Chozo people has instilled in her strong mating instincts and a connection to her Chozo roots.\n2. **Alexander's Eccentricity:** His enthusiasm for his work often leads him to create elaborate plans, such as building a nest to attract Samus.\n3. **The Power Suit Limitation:** As a pregnant woman, Samus must put aside her Power Suit due to its design limitations.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Power Suit:** Advanced armor worn by Samus, providing her with enhanced strength and agility.\n2. **Morph Ball:** A device used by Samus to transform into a ball-shaped state, allowing her to navigate through tight spaces.\n3. **Energy Weapon:** Used by Samus to blast open doors, showcasing her technological prowess.\n4. **Nest:** Built by Alexander using sticks and branches, symbolizing his attempt to attract Samus as a mate.\n5. **Plumage Costume:** Worn by Alexander during his mating dance, featuring colorful feathers and a garish design.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Chozo Technology:** The Chozo possess advanced energy manipulation, genetic, and biological capabilities, making them a valuable resource for humanity.\n2. **Xenoarchaeology:** Alexander's field of study focuses on exploring and understanding alien cultures, technologies, and civilizations.\n3. **Inter Species Communication:** Characters use various methods to communicate across species boundaries, including the use of Chozo language and gestures.\n4. **Mate Selection:** In the context of the story, mating is portrayed as a complex process involving instinctual behaviors, cultural practices, and emotional connections.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Galactic Politics:** The Federation plays a significant role in the galaxy, with various species interacting and cooperating within its framework.\n2. **Alien Cultures:** Different species, such as the Chozo, Luminoth, Bryonnians, Bion, and Mawkin, are introduced, each with their unique characteristics and histories.\n3. **Technology Advancements:** Humanity has made significant strides in technology, with the development of advanced suits, energy weapons, and other equipment.\n4. **Space Exploration:** Characters travel throughout the galaxy, visiting various planets and encountering diverse alien species.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nLying on the floor, wholly exhausted and equally satisfied, Alexander Flemming finally allowed himself to drift off to sleep, wrapped in the powerful, loving arms of the legendary Bounty Hunter.\n\n\"Oh! Mrs. Flemming, I didn’t expect to see you so-\"\n\n\"Just let my husband know I’m here.\"\n\nSamus didn’t particularly care for Mina, nor for her closeness to her husband, but she tolerated the girl. Competent enough at her job that Samus didn’t feel like her dislike would outweigh the problems caused by demanding that she be replaced. And she did enjoy the way she seemed overawed by her presence, both as the legendary Bounty Hunter and also as the new Mrs. Flemming. Though she always had a look of... disbelief that made Samus feel a little cross with the girl. What, was she judging her? And how many Space Pirate planets had little miss Mina single-handedly destroyed, hmm?\n\nBut such cross thoughts, she reminded herself, weren’t good for the baby, and that was her priority now. It was such an incredible transformation, once she saw her future hubby’s nest, his plumage, his mating dance... She hadn’t realized that the restlessness she’d been feeling could all be for something so obvious. She had needed to be bred, her body was crying out for it, and now that her sweet Alexander had given her the child she was craving—she took a moment to stroke her pregnant belly and feel the satisfaction that came with it—that restlessness was gone.\n\nPregnancy had triggered such a change for her. Her Power Suit had to be put aside, not designed for facilitating a pregnant woman, and even her Zero Suit wasn’t suitable for this. She was wearing a blue dress that prominently showed off her baby bump, which, along with her blonde hair no longer in a ponytail and instead styled by a salon and the ring on her finger, made no secret that the legendary Samus née Aran had settled down.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBut that wasn’t the full story, of course. She only waited a minute for Mina to finish with the intercom before she let herself into her husband’s office. Really, she might be on maternity leave from Bounty Hunting but she wasn’t going to start letting obstacles stand in her way. If anything, pregnancy had made her less patient, and she barely let Alexander get a word out before she kissed him.\n\nBecause her pregnancy-induced impatience, as she cupped her husband’s sweet face between her hands, was mostly due to her pregnancy-induced horniness.\n\n\"Ah...\" he said, understanding her meaning, \"I don’t have anything to finish here, we can leave right now for-\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Honey...\" she purred, draping herself over the desk, \"I don’t want to have to wait... and I think you should know, when I go after something... I always get it.\"\n\nShe smiled, to try and soften the harder edge of her voice, but she was a legendary Bounty Hunter for a reason: she always got her man. And Alexander understood that, but more so, he had no reason to want to wriggle out of her grasp. A smile began to form on his face as he began to undress, a gesture Samus echoed by pulling her own dress off over her head. Of course, in doing so, her dress briefly caught on her breasts, now swollen to a truly inconvenient size... and made so very sensitive that the way her dress lifted them up... then dropped them down to bounce and wobble sent a bolt of pleasure right to her core and down to her pussy, near molten with need.\n\nUnstrapping her bra was a must, letting her girls free from confinement and allowing them to breathe as she next peeled off her panties. The bare air on her skin felt wonderful as she shed everything that was unnecessary for what she and her husband were about to enjoy. And of course, she unstrapped her pistol from her thigh, a half-moment of reluctance before she put it away from her.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe was a woman known for her armor, defined by it, and nudity... still did not sit entirely well with Samus. It was a feeling like when her suit took a hit hard enough to disable most of her systems—maybe this wasn’t as dire as losing her Super Missiles, but it had that same ring of vulnerability. Legs spread and her pussy exposed, she felt naked in more ways than just her absence of clothes. But still... this was worth it. There were some attacks it was better to take the hit from and some weapons that were best received unarmored.\n\nA glance at her husband showed that he was ready to take her. He lacked the plumage, unfortunately, since that was kept in their bedroom at home, but Samus adored Alexander and found his figure to be sufficiently arousing, even without having him signal his fitness as a male.\n\n\"Take me on the desk,\" she ordered, \"Now.\"\n\nShe was, of course, obeyed. Her Alexander was on her in a flash, hardly needing the instruction to begin kissing her with the same passion she’d enjoyed when he’d first declared his intention to mate. He’d had her at the nest, then, but the dance was... perfection itself. Just the memory of it was always enough to get her going, and with her man right here, lips on hers, Samus’s arousal went pow!\n\nLeaning back, she didn’t care what papers or office supplies she knocked from the desk to the floor. They could clean it up later, or leave it to that snooty Mina to pick up after them. Hell if Samus cared, she needed his meat and she needed it-\n\nNOW!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWith a gasp, she felt his cock enter her. She loved the feeling of his shaft parting her lips and then filling her up, and she took a moment to just savor the feeling of his cock pushing its way into her, centimeter by centimeter, pushing her breath out and making her moan. And once he was fully hilted within her, she opened her eyes, gave her husband a lazy, lustful smile... and he began.\n\nSamus was familiar with power, the feeling of recoil from her arm cannon, whether a Power Beam shot or a Super Missile, the scream of her ship’s thrusters accelerating herself against her seat, or any of the massive beasts she’d faced in her missions. But this... this power, this pounding, shuddering force was like nothing else. Samus wasn’t as mobile now that she was late in her third trimester, so she focused on receiving the pleasure only her husband could give. This was a screw attack she’d gladly rank up with the other one!\n\nAnd she loved the view: the swell of her breasts, jiggling from every thrust, forming the first hump, then her belly rose up beyond that, carrying their unborn child, and beyond that, she could see her husband’s body, his head and the top of his chest not blocked by her pregnant form, his eyes bright with love for her. Biting her lip, she embraced the sensation of getting fucked, feeling her body rock back and forth on the desk, so... soft and jiggly rather than the hard sensation of armored joints!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nPregnancy had left Samus with not much of a fuse: she got horny in a hurry and she blew just as quick. Even if she tried, she couldn’t hold herself back from cumming, so she just let it wash over her, bolts of pleasure rocketing from her pussy to the tips of her fingers, every nerve lighting up as her body rose and crashed in wave after wave of bliss. Samus cried out, in Chozo and every other language she spoke, every variation of \"yes!\" and \"more!\" she knew as well as so many cries of \"AL-EX-AN-DEEEEEERRRRRR!\" she could before it felt like she was prone to black out.\n\nBut before she could succumb—something she never even considered possible before—she felt her husband jerk within her as he groaned out, \"Oh, Samus,\" and she knew it was coming with a-\n\nA burst of warmth exploding in her pussy, proof that she still had what it took to satisfy her husband. It felt good, and lying on her husband’s desk with a pussy full of his thick, sticky cum, Samus felt like she’d done a very good job...<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAlexander, so gallant, tried to help her up from his desk, but Samus decided she wanted to cuddle him, and just like in their first time, the floor was more than fine. He knew not to try to contest her as she dragged him down to the grund, wrapping her arms around him as she nuzzled his chest. He did the same, and they lay there, naked and satisfied, on the floor of his office.\n\n\"Chozo mate for life,\" she suddenly murmured.\n\n\"Oh?\" her Alexander asked, \"Is that so...\"\n\nShe snuggled him close. He had such a boundless curiosity about her Chozo heritage, and she loved his tone of voice as he contemplated the little facts she shared from her childhood.\n\n\"And,\" she said, giving his ears a nibble, \"they also have big families...\"\n\nThis wasn’t necessarily true. Chozo families, from what she had grown up with, tended to be rather small, though Samus’s knowledge of the Chozo wasn’t complete. Perhaps the Chozo who had lived in what were now the ruins of Tallon IV had enjoyed large families. And the Mawkin seemed particularly numerous... and she was partially Mawkin. So maybe it wasn’t a lie, because at least this Chozo (hybrid) was very interested in having lots and lots of children.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe felt the baby kick inside her as she giggled, cuddling her hubby and enjoying the feeling of maternal contentment and bliss that washed over her.<|eot_id|>"
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Kaiden/Byte is wary of Jax due to his intentions and background.\n\n2. **Hatch**: Hatch is a human who oversees Kaiden/Byte's training and development. He appears to be concerned about Kaiden/Byte's performance and assigns Jax to help him improve.\n\t* Personality: Hatch comes across as authoritative and somewhat stern, but he also shows concern for Kaiden/Byte's well-being.\n\t* Relationships: Hatch is responsible for assigning Jax to train Kaiden/Byte.\n\n3. **Jax Teller**: Jax is a human who specializes in working with synths, particularly those fresh from Earth. He offers to provide training to Kaiden/Byte to help him adapt to his new role.\n\t* Personality: Jax appears confident and charismatic, with a tendency to make suggestive comments. However, he also displays a level of understanding and empathy towards Kaiden/Byte's struggles.\n\t* Special abilities: Jax is fluent in Synthetica, a language used by synths, which allows him to communicate effectively with Kaiden/Byte.\n\t* Relationships: Jax is assigned to train Kaiden/Byte by Hatch and takes a mentorship role in helping him adapt to his new life as a synth.\n\n**Quirks and Traits**\n\n1. **Synthetic Body**: Kaiden/Byte's body is highly responsive and capable of simulating various physical sensations, including pleasure and pain. This makes him vulnerable to exploitation and manipulation.\n2. **Programmed Responses**: Kaiden/Byte's body is equipped with programmed responses to stimuli, which can lead to unintended consequences when he tries to control or suppress them.\n3. **Linguistic Processing Glitch**: Kaiden/Byte experiences difficulty speaking Synthetica, which suggests a glitch in his linguistic processing system.\n4. **Pleasure-Synth Normative Models**: Kaiden/Byte's programming includes normative models for pleasurable experiences, which can lead to confusion and conflict when trying to navigate complex emotions.\n\n**Items and Weapons**\n\n1. **RestCycle Pod**: A pod where Kaiden/Byte rests and recovers after intense experiences. It provides basic sustenance and cooling systems to regulate his body temperature.\n2. **Synth-Slit Model RX-2**: Kaiden/Byte's internal sheath is designed for pleasure and intimacy, complete with lubrication and tactile receptors.\n3. **Metal Rod**: Jax uses a metal rod to gently raise Kaiden/Byte's chin and examine her eyes.\n4. **Chopsticks**: Jax teaches Kaiden/Byte how to use chopsticks to eat noodles, which becomes a pivotal moment in their interaction.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems**\n\n1. **Synthetica Language**: Synthetica is a language used by synths to communicate with each other and humans. Jax is fluent in this language, allowing him to interact effectively with Kaiden/Byte.\n2. **Programming and Upgrades**: Synths like Kaiden/Byte are programmed with specific roles and functions. They can receive upgrades and modifications to enhance their capabilities, but this also raises concerns about control and autonomy.\n3. **Human-Synth Interactions**: The story highlights the complexities of interactions between humans and synths, particularly in situations involving intimacy and pleasure.\n4. **Synth Design and Engineering**: The narrative touches upon the engineering and design aspects of synth creation, emphasizing the intricate balance between functionality and emotional response.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details**\n\n1. **Caelus Planet**: Caelus is the distant planet where Kaiden/Byte is sent on a secret mission. The environment and culture of this world are not fully explored in the provided text.\n2. **Mineron City**: Mineron is a city on Caelus that serves as a hub for synth-related activities, including brothels and nightlife districts.\n3. **Pulsar Club**: The Pulsar Club is a high-end establishment where Kaiden/Byte works as a performer. It caters to wealthy clients seeking intimate experiences with synths.\n4. **The Chrome Caress Brothel**: This brothel serves as a central location for the story, where Kaiden/Byte is taken by Jax for training purposes.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI’m trapped in a cathedral of twisted flesh and chrome. \n\nIn the center is a big, beating heart - the size of a car. \n\nMy hips are swaying to its rhythm, against my will. \n\nThe heat from the chamber's walls emanates a visceral warmth, enveloping me in an oppressive embrace.\n\nAround me, specters meld into a phantasmagoria. I am the nexus of every lascivious gaze of a nameless audience, lustful thoughts made manifest in writhing, shadowy figures that grope at my swollen, gelatinous flesh with withered hands.\n\nMonstrous phalluses emerge from the hellish landscape—tentacular in their undulating approach, seeking, probing. I recoil, each move jerking me like a marionette strung upon the lascivious whims of unseen puppeteers.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMy breasts—absurdly oversized and buoyant—hang heavy, a parody of abundance. They feel every stir of the fetid air, each disgusting, intrusive touch compels them to jiggle obscenely. \n\nThe malicious faces of the miners and patrons of the Pulsar Club coalesce in the penumbra, their leering grins and slobbering mouths invading this carnal house.\n\nThe walls pulsate, wet sounds echoing—a symphony of slurps and squelches bouncing off the slick, organic tiles.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nViscous fluids pour forth from the wriggling members, trickling down like rain in this temple of obscene worship. Each droplet burns with an acidic touch, reminding me that I am nothing more than a vessel for vapid, visceral pleasures.\n\nA molten stream of hot, stinking fluid blasts from the phalluses, covering me, marking me, defiling the very essence of my being, reducing me to nothing but a canvas for carnal graffiti. My skin radiates unnatural heat from this vile baptism, skin sheening as the dream's fervor roils into a fever pitch.\n\n\"Cum-chugging whore,\" the shadows chant, their voices a malevolent harmony that fills the chamber with scorn. \"Nasty cocksucker!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI struggle, uselessly. \n\n\"No! I'm not this! I'm not,\" I cry out, my voice a distorted buzz swallowed by the fleshy void.\n\nMy legs buckle, yielding to the nightmare. My emerald and violet eyes scan in vain for an escape, only to be greeted by a kaleidoscope of pulsating genitalia, at every color frequency and spectrum.\n\nThe mechanical and organic intertwine in an unholy matrimony as every touch, every penetration floods my biomechanical body with synthetic surges of wanton raptures—programmed responses to every sordid act, even as my soul recoils in abject horror.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTHTHHHHTPHHHTTT! A monstrous eruption vibrates the foundation of the chamber—an explosion of kinetic sounds that paint my corruption in the air, reverberating against the slick surfaces with mocking applause.\n\nMy slit—this puffiness between my thighs—dilates, the synth-silk canal lubricated by the overflowing juices of my nightmare, stretched and filled ad nauseam by cybernetic devices and the intrusive appendages of shadowy figures.\n\n\"Bounce for us, robo-cunt!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI jolt awake, a gasp strangled in the artificially contrived curve of my throat. The RestCycle pod envelops me like a sarcophagus. \n\n*Danger: Elevated physiological responses detected. Initiating cooling systems...*\n\nI pant, the simulated breaths doing nothing to quell the fire raging within. My body burns with an unholy arousal, skin slick with the dew of self-generated lubrication.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMy body is slick with an oil-like sheen, a coolant mix of polypropylene glycol designed to regulate an overheating system, but it just adds to my sticky, sloppy feeling. \n\nThe HUD flashes emergency statuses, flooding my vision with a blur of warnings.\n\n*System Alert: Lubricant overproduction detected.*\n\nThis is my hypersexualized design working against me, once again. My groin aches with an unwanted heat, a sickening wetness pooling between my thighs that betrays the arousal protocol my body cannot help but run.\n\n\"Pleasure relief interface not detected.\" \n\nRight. There's no automatic mechanism in this pod to alleviate the burden of my synthetic libido... this pod is far from the high-end, full-featured one on the Pathfinder.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe RestCycle pod simplistically suggests entering a brief hibernation mode to cool my systems, but I can't. I can't face those dreams again. My hands, sleek and precise, drift toward the heinous wetness below, my HUD cautioning me with each tentative inch closer.\n\n*Advisory: You are not designed for self-stimulation. Attempt manually at own risk.*\n\nI curse under my breath, my fingers edging closer to that part of me that feels alive, throbbing with this unnatural longing—the Synth-Slit Model RX-2. Despite all logic, I need to quell this burning or combust from within.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMy artificial pussy lips are a study in engineered perfection, swollen and puffy, designed to be visually enticing and sexually inviting. Their texture is smooth yet grippable, a bizarre cross between human softness and synthetic durability. As I spread them, they part with an ease that suggests constant readiness, revealing the glistening interior sheath, slick with an excess of bio-adaptive lubrication.\n\nThe thick lips, constructed to create the perpetual outline of a cameltoe beneath any garment, now yield to my touch, separating to display the synthetic orifice within. The glistening sheen of the lubricant, that shimmery emulation of arousal, captures the low light of the pod, casting a sheen that seems both obscene and mesmerizing.\n\n*Caution: Sensitive area engagement. Proceed with care.*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI press a finger against the entrance anyway, feeling the immediate give of the soft material. It’s disconcerting how human it feels—warm, supple, wet. Yet, there’s something undeniably mechanical in its precision, in the way it seems to mold to my touch, inviting deeper exploration.\n\nThe lubricant is viscous, clinging to my finger in shiny strings that stretch and pull with a tantalizing reluctance. It's unnervingly organic in appearance—translucent with a faint pearlescent quality that hints at the carefully concocted blend of synthetic polymers within.\n\nI take in the scent, my enhanced olfactory sensors deciphering the musky simulation—a type of pheromone meant to incite desire. It’s potent, almost overpowering within the confined space of the pod, and I can feel the programmed response of my own body reacting to its own fabricated chemistry.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nPushing past the initial hesitance, I slip a finger inside, and a gasp escapes me. The inner walls clasp around me with an intentional snugness, their undulating surface rippling with embedded tactile receptors that send feedback in dizzying waves. Every minute shift, every increase in pressure, is met with an acute response. \n\n\"Nngh-\" \n\nI don't fog the glass, don’t smear it with the heat of human passion—I am a machine, a synth, experiencing a facsimile of arousal.\n\nDeep inside myself with a finger, the texture is a symphony of ridges and valleys, each a caress upon my exploring digit. The grip is a mimicry of human musculature, an illusion that my body perpetuates with unnerving accuracy.\n\nOnce again, I raise my glistening finger to the light, examining the lubricant that coats it more closely. It sparkles with an opalescence, tiny rainbows refracting within its gelatinous slide. It's beautiful, in a way.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe walls of my internal sheath clench and unclench experimentally, a feature designed for the pleasure of others now co-opted in this solitary act. It's an odd sensation—both full and lacking, the absence of real human connection rendering the act hollow.\n\nI remember the way human women would touch themselves in porn vids that I used to watch back on Earth, furtively on the holographic screen of my teenage bedroom. The way they'd moan, arch their backs, their fingers sliding in and out with a rhythm that seemed to promise some epic crescendo of pleasure. Now, in the cramped confines of my pod, I try to mimic those same movements.\n\nMy hand is slick with the shimmery polymer lubricant as I slip in a second finger, the stretch of the synthetic folds around them both a strange sensation of both fullness and void. \"Ahh, fuck...\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI moan, trying to spark something within myself, some semblance of satisfaction from the technological marvel that is my synthetic vagina.\n\n*Caution advised.*\n\nThe HUD’s warning blinks in my field of vision, a niggling reminder that my body isn't meant for this—that I was made for the pleasure of others, not for self-gratification. But I'm desperate to prove it wrong, to find some form of resolve in this mechanical arousal.\n\n\"Nngh, come on... work, dammit!\" I grunt, my voice a blend of need and frustration as I thrust my fingers in and out. I can feel the textured walls of my internal sheath gripping them, the sensors stimulating more and more lubrication with each desperate plunge.\n\nI pant, my other hand clutching one of my bouncing breasts, the tactile sensors firing off at the slightest pressure, compounding the maddening cycle of arousal without release.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters**\n\n1. **Kaiden Stryker/Byte**: Kaiden was transplanted into a synthetic body, specifically an \"entertainment model\". He is struggling to cope with his new form. Byte has emerald and violet eyes, and his synthetic body is highly responsive, with features such as oversized breasts and a hyper-sexualized design.\n\t* Personality: Kaiden seems to have a strong sense of self-awareness and frustration with his new situation. He struggles with adapting to his synthetic body and its programmed responses.\n\t* Special abilities: As a synth, Byte has enhanced strength, agility, and endurance. His body is also highly responsive to stimuli, making him capable of experiencing intense physical sensations.\n\t* Relationships: Kaiden/Byte is currently under the care of Hatch, who has assigned Jax Teller to train him. Kaiden/Byte is wary of Jax due to his intentions and background.\n\n2. **Hatch**: Hatch is a human who oversees Kaiden/Byte's training and development. He appears to be concerned about Kaiden/Byte's performance and assigns Jax to help him improve.\n\t* Personality: Hatch comes across as authoritative and somewhat stern, but he also shows concern for Kaiden/Byte's well-being.\n\t* Relationships: Hatch is responsible for assigning Jax to train Kaiden/Byte.\n\n3. **Jax Teller**: Jax is a human who specializes in working with synths, particularly those fresh from Earth. He offers to provide training to Kaiden/Byte to help him adapt to his new role.\n\t* Personality: Jax appears confident and charismatic, with a tendency to make suggestive comments. However, he also displays a level of understanding and empathy towards Kaiden/Byte's struggles.\n\t* Special abilities: Jax is fluent in Synthetica, a language used by synths, which allows him to communicate effectively with Kaiden/Byte.\n\t* Relationships: Jax is assigned to train Kaiden/Byte by Hatch and takes a mentorship role in helping him adapt to his new life as a synth.\n\n**Quirks and Traits**\n\n1. **Synthetic Body**: Kaiden/Byte's body is highly responsive and capable of simulating various physical sensations, including pleasure and pain. This makes him vulnerable to exploitation and manipulation.\n2. **Programmed Responses**: Kaiden/Byte's body is equipped with programmed responses to stimuli, which can lead to unintended consequences when he tries to control or suppress them.\n3. **Linguistic Processing Glitch**: Kaiden/Byte experiences difficulty speaking Synthetica, which suggests a glitch in his linguistic processing system.\n4. **Pleasure-Synth Normative Models**: Kaiden/Byte's programming includes normative models for pleasurable experiences, which can lead to confusion and conflict when trying to navigate complex emotions.\n\n**Items and Weapons**\n\n1. **RestCycle Pod**: A pod where Kaiden/Byte rests and recovers after intense experiences. It provides basic sustenance and cooling systems to regulate his body temperature.\n2. **Synth-Slit Model RX-2**: Kaiden/Byte's internal sheath is designed for pleasure and intimacy, complete with lubrication and tactile receptors.\n3. **Metal Rod**: Jax uses a metal rod to gently raise Kaiden/Byte's chin and examine her eyes.\n4. **Chopsticks**: Jax teaches Kaiden/Byte how to use chopsticks to eat noodles, which becomes a pivotal moment in their interaction.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems**\n\n1. **Synthetica Language**: Synthetica is a language used by synths to communicate with each other and humans. Jax is fluent in this language, allowing him to interact effectively with Kaiden/Byte.\n2. **Programming and Upgrades**: Synths like Kaiden/Byte are programmed with specific roles and functions. They can receive upgrades and modifications to enhance their capabilities, but this also raises concerns about control and autonomy.\n3. **Human-Synth Interactions**: The story highlights the complexities of interactions between humans and synths, particularly in situations involving intimacy and pleasure.\n4. **Synth Design and Engineering**: The narrative touches upon the engineering and design aspects of synth creation, emphasizing the intricate balance between functionality and emotional response.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details**\n\n1. **Caelus Planet**: Caelus is the distant planet where Kaiden/Byte is sent on a secret mission. The environment and culture of this world are not fully explored in the provided text.\n2. **Mineron City**: Mineron is a city on Caelus that serves as a hub for synth-related activities, including brothels and nightlife districts.\n3. **Pulsar Club**: The Pulsar Club is a high-end establishment where Kaiden/Byte works as a performer. It caters to wealthy clients seeking intimate experiences with synths.\n4. **The Chrome Caress Brothel**: This brothel serves as a central location for the story, where Kaiden/Byte is taken by Jax for training purposes.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI can imagine the smirking scientists, engineering each erogenous zone, each responsive nerve ending with precise, nerdy glee. The perfect little pleasure unit for someone else's enjoyment. \"This is sick... you made me sick.\" \n\nThe growl gives way to a whine as the pleasure mounts, unbidden, unforgiving.\n\n\"G-god! Why won’t you work like a real pussy?!\" I sob, my voice cracking with the effort of trying to deny my programmed purpose. My hips lift from the pod base, my synthetic ass jiggling, thighs trembling as I try to increase the tempo, to chase down the elusive orgasm.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n*Repeat: Unit is not designed for autonomous sexual relief. Please cease activity.*\n\nMy huge tits, each the size of boulders, jiggle uncontrollably with every movement, the Gelatinous Motion Actuators struggling to maintain the semblance of controlled motion.\n\n*Critical alert: Overheating imminent.*\n\nThe HUD is relentless now, a barrage of warnings and advisories as my body thrashes within the pod. The pleasure I’m causing is fleeting, an illusion cast by my own treacherous systems to entrap me further.\n\n*Auto-stimulation is not recommended. Recommendation: Quarter-phase emergency cooldown.*\n\nWith a defeated sob, I collapse back against the pod, my limbs sprawled awkwardly, my fingers slipping from the now-drenched cavity between my legs. The arousal doesn't fade, but I no longer have the energy to fight it.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Do it,\" I whisper.\n\nThe pod whirs as the temperature rapidly drops, flooding my systems with a synthetic coolant that's cold and clinical. It's like ice water to a fevered brow, a forced suppression of the fire raging within. My skin prickles as the synthetic sweat evaporates, the gel in my breasts and ass becoming firm, less responsive.\n\nAs the temperature within my chassis stabilizes, I feel my consciousness slipping away - hopefully not into another nightmare. My systems power down one by one, slipping into a state of low activity. My skin, once flushed with artificial blood and heat, pales to a neutral hue as the pod's environment cools to match the suspended state of my being.\n\n*Systems entering standby mode. Resuming normal operation in one quarter-phase.*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI linger in the pod, dreading the shift ahead. My charge levels are optimal, according to the HUD, but my willpower sits in the red, critical and waning. I force myself to rise. There's little choice in the matter. I’m Byte, and I have a job to do.\n\nThe synthetic nutrient paste I force down does nothing to lift my spirits. It's a slurry—a mere facsimile of nourishment. As I swallow the last gelatinous mouthful, a glimpse at my reflection in the dispenser's chrome surface is enough to ensure my appetite won’t soon.\n\nI dress mechanically, donning the bar-girl outfit that's become my shackle. The bodice is as unforgiving as my lot, squeezing my breasts into an obscene display of flesh. Each buckle fastens with a click that sounds too much like a lock snapping shut.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe weight of last night's failure presses down on me like the heavy Caelus gravity as I drag myself through the winding alleyways. \n\nThe bodice clings to my form, the stretchy fabric and shiny ceramic buckles barely containing the spill of tit-flesh that threatens to overflow with each movement. \n\nI walk in the absurd boots with their glowing energy crystal platforms, each step a balancing act, the heels clicking with an insistence that I'm here, I'm on display, I'm ready to serve.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBut it's a lie. I am not ready. \n\nMy ass-cheeks are uncomfortably bare against the cool air, a wanton display that offers no dignity. I really need to find some additional clothes. \n\nThe usual hum of the city is a distant buzz as I move in a trance, my thoughts inward, dark. \n\nI hate being a synth.\n\nI really hate it.\n\nThis synthetic body is, really, a prison. The array of emotions and sensations, programmed to mimic the human experience, is a cruel joke. Pleasure, pain, humiliation—they blend into a cacophony that threatens to overwhelm me.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI reach the club, and I’m greeted by the sight of a \"Closed\" sign hanging from the door. \"Re-Opening on Octidos.\"\n\nBeneath the sign, construction synths work tirelessly, their frames devoid of the exhaustion that marks the human workers directing them. Sparks fly from welders, the acrid smell of burning metal fills the air.\n\nHatch stands amidst the chaos, a captain in the eye of the storm. His face is etched with worry lines that deepen with each hammer strike, each saw's whine.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBut he's not alone. Beside him, a figure looms—someone familiar.\n\nThe man’s eyes lock onto mine, a knowing smirk playing upon his lips. \n\n\"Well, well, if it isn't the star of the Pulsar Club, gracing us with her radiant presence!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI'm shock-still, an ice sculpture. It’s Jax. The name ricochets through my head, a memory that I couldn't place until now.\n\n\"Jax remembers a certain synth who was a bit shy of ol' Jax's generous hospitality,\" he continues, stepping closer with a swagger.\n\nHatch's voice cuts through. \"This is Jax Teller, Byte,\" he says. \"He specializes in synths fresh from Earth. He's offered to give you some... training. Lord knows you need it after last night's disaster.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nJax's grin widens, his teeth a stark white against the dusk. \"Oh, it's on the house, darling. Jax always enjoys helping a damsel in diodes.\"\n\n\"Distress.\" \n\n\"That too.\" \n\nI want to protest, but Hatch's gaze brooks no argument. \"Jax has a background in this. Connections,\" he says. \"He's got experience in the nightlife sector here. You will listen to him.\"\n\nJax's tongue clicks against his teeth. \"Jax assures you, by next cal, she’ll be a different bot entirely.\"\n\nThe condescension stings. The implicit idea that I need ‘training’. But... well... I do.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"And Jax must add,\" he says, turning his attention back to Hatch with a flamboyant gesture, \"the upgrades will make this fine establishment the jewel of Mineron's nightlife once more. Or at least... not the turd!\" \n\nHatch grumbles a response. \"Better be worth every damn credit.\"\n\nJax's gaze swivels back to me and his face softens. \"Byte, you look so glum. And your lips, darling, are as dry as the Dustdown Deserts.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBefore I can say another word, Jax produces a slim metal rod from the pocket of his ostentatious jacket and gently raises my chin with it, peering into my eyes.\n\n\"Lost some moisture recently? We gotta get you fed. A night like lastcycle requires more than just a squirt of paste - ya need proper vittles. I’m thinkin’ noodles.\" \n\n\"But that's human foo-\"\n\n\"Ah! I see you haven’t had the pleasure, missy,\" He hooks an arm through mine, leading me towards the neon glow of the rundown little noodle bar next door. The stall is a splash of light against the drabness of the alley, its sign a flickering hologram of steaming bowls and chopsticks.\n\nPatrons sit huddled over their bowls, the steady slurp of noodles a rhythmic accompaniment to the sizzle and pop of the woks.\n\nJax slides onto a stool with a flourish, gesturing for me to take the one opposite him. \"Jax knows the owner,\" he says, waving over the noodle chef. \"An artiste of the culinary craft, capable of satisfying both organic and inorganic palates.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe chef, a small, wiry human with nimble fingers, acknowledges Jax with a nod. \"What will it be today, Mr. Teller?\"\n\n\"Two bowls,\" Jax replies, his tone grandiose. \"One for me and one for the lady here—with all the trimmings.\"\n\nThe chef sets to work, his movements a blur of efficiency as he prepares our order.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nJax's scrutinizing gaze feels as if it's trying to pierce through my synthetic skin. Then, he presses a button on his collar, and a little blue light comes on. \n\n\"Byte,\" he commences, his voice digi-modulated to supplement his speech, \"Jax's perception-net pre-capture [layer: nuanced anomaly], post-validate uniqueness [category: non-standard affect display]. Pleasure-synth normative models [program: default-emote], yet Byte exhibits divergence, encode-depth [attribute: soul-echo].\"\n\nThe unexpected elegance with which this human speaks Synthetica catches me off-guard—his fluency is not just advanced... it sounds totally natural.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHuh. I just hope I can keep up. \n\n\"Jax's articulate synth-speak... unexpected. Byte possess [glitch-suspect: affective p- protocols]. Query-cause [status: concern].\" \n\nJax snorts with laughter. \"Enthrall-streamsync, Byte. Jax's command over Synthetica [status: honed], pleasure at your circuit-surprise [reaction: genuine]. Function-continue in human-speak?\" \n\nI nod, relief flooding my processors. \"Yes, please. You're... quite adept at Synthetica. I didn't expect a human to be so... fluent.\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters**\n\n1. **Kaiden Stryker/Byte**: Kaiden was transplanted into a synthetic body, specifically an \"entertainment model\". He is struggling to cope with his new form. Byte has emerald and violet eyes, and his synthetic body is highly responsive, with features such as oversized breasts and a hyper-sexualized design.\n\t* Personality: Kaiden seems to have a strong sense of self-awareness and frustration with his new situation. He struggles with adapting to his synthetic body and its programmed responses.\n\t* Special abilities: As a synth, Byte has enhanced strength, agility, and endurance. His body is also highly responsive to stimuli, making him capable of experiencing intense physical sensations.\n\t* Relationships: Kaiden/Byte is currently under the care of Hatch, who has assigned Jax Teller to train him. Kaiden/Byte is wary of Jax due to his intentions and background.\n\n2. **Hatch**: Hatch is a human who oversees Kaiden/Byte's training and development. He appears to be concerned about Kaiden/Byte's performance and assigns Jax to help him improve.\n\t* Personality: Hatch comes across as authoritative and somewhat stern, but he also shows concern for Kaiden/Byte's well-being.\n\t* Relationships: Hatch is responsible for assigning Jax to train Kaiden/Byte.\n\n3. **Jax Teller**: Jax is a human who specializes in working with synths, particularly those fresh from Earth. He offers to provide training to Kaiden/Byte to help him adapt to his new role.\n\t* Personality: Jax appears confident and charismatic, with a tendency to make suggestive comments. However, he also displays a level of understanding and empathy towards Kaiden/Byte's struggles.\n\t* Special abilities: Jax is fluent in Synthetica, a language used by synths, which allows him to communicate effectively with Kaiden/Byte.\n\t* Relationships: Jax is assigned to train Kaiden/Byte by Hatch and takes a mentorship role in helping him adapt to his new life as a synth.\n\n**Quirks and Traits**\n\n1. **Synthetic Body**: Kaiden/Byte's body is highly responsive and capable of simulating various physical sensations, including pleasure and pain. This makes him vulnerable to exploitation and manipulation.\n2. **Programmed Responses**: Kaiden/Byte's body is equipped with programmed responses to stimuli, which can lead to unintended consequences when he tries to control or suppress them.\n3. **Linguistic Processing Glitch**: Kaiden/Byte experiences difficulty speaking Synthetica, which suggests a glitch in his linguistic processing system.\n4. **Pleasure-Synth Normative Models**: Kaiden/Byte's programming includes normative models for pleasurable experiences, which can lead to confusion and conflict when trying to navigate complex emotions.\n\n**Items and Weapons**\n\n1. **RestCycle Pod**: A pod where Kaiden/Byte rests and recovers after intense experiences. It provides basic sustenance and cooling systems to regulate his body temperature.\n2. **Synth-Slit Model RX-2**: Kaiden/Byte's internal sheath is designed for pleasure and intimacy, complete with lubrication and tactile receptors.\n3. **Metal Rod**: Jax uses a metal rod to gently raise Kaiden/Byte's chin and examine her eyes.\n4. **Chopsticks**: Jax teaches Kaiden/Byte how to use chopsticks to eat noodles, which becomes a pivotal moment in their interaction.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems**\n\n1. **Synthetica Language**: Synthetica is a language used by synths to communicate with each other and humans. Jax is fluent in this language, allowing him to interact effectively with Kaiden/Byte.\n2. **Programming and Upgrades**: Synths like Kaiden/Byte are programmed with specific roles and functions. They can receive upgrades and modifications to enhance their capabilities, but this also raises concerns about control and autonomy.\n3. **Human-Synth Interactions**: The story highlights the complexities of interactions between humans and synths, particularly in situations involving intimacy and pleasure.\n4. **Synth Design and Engineering**: The narrative touches upon the engineering and design aspects of synth creation, emphasizing the intricate balance between functionality and emotional response.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details**\n\n1. **Caelus Planet**: Caelus is the distant planet where Kaiden/Byte is sent on a secret mission. The environment and culture of this world are not fully explored in the provided text.\n2. **Mineron City**: Mineron is a city on Caelus that serves as a hub for synth-related activities, including brothels and nightlife districts.\n3. **Pulsar Club**: The Pulsar Club is a high-end establishment where Kaiden/Byte works as a performer. It caters to wealthy clients seeking intimate experiences with synths.\n4. **The Chrome Caress Brothel**: This brothel serves as a central location for the story, where Kaiden/Byte is taken by Jax for training purposes.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Oh, Jax has his ways. Surprising synths is a bit of a hobby.\" His fascination is palpable, as though I'm a puzzle he can't wait to solve. \"Now, tell me, what's it like for a synth not to be fluent in their own language? That’s a new one for Jax.\"\n\nAlarm bells clang in my head, an internal warning that I'm treading dangerous waters. I have to maintain my facade, keep Jax from peering too closely behind the curtain.\n\n\"Some sort of glitch, I think,\" I say, trying to imbue my voice with the monotone of a less sophisticated model. \"Synethetica is an emergent language - and certain linguistic processing changes can make it harder for certain synths.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI can’t even imagine what would happen if it were discovered I was a human in a synth shell - that isn’t supposed to happen with new models. \n\n\"In... deed... but anyhow, more important matters...\" Jax motions to the food. \n\nFor him, a human bowl of stellar noodles is crafted using Aquagen Ice extracts—translucent and wriggling as they slide into the boiling broth. The chef sprinkles roasted Aerofern fronds and laying in slices of Thermalink Shrimp, their pink flesh curling gently with the heat.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nFor me, noodles are extruded from nutrient gel, their luminescent strands shimmering under the stark lights. The texture looks perfectly chewy, the color a pleasing hue that somehow suggests... actual flavor? Toppings float down like a snow of edible gems—crystallized spice blooms, and diced faux-vegetation cylinders that my HUD informs me, contain all the nutrients my system could require.\n\nThe flames dance beneath a masterful display of wok hei, the breath of the wok that's essential to stir-fry. The chef flips the ingredients with a flick of the wrist, the fire licking the edges of the pan.\n\nThe dishes, both human and synth, are plated with a flourish. My bowl is set before me, its contents still steaming.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIt’s a real meal. Just different. \n\nJax leans back, chopsticks in hand, a grin plastered on his face, before returning to our previous topic. \n\n\"Listen, Jax knows that synth brains are highly complex black boxes, and things happen that aren't expected—that is, after all, the very nature of AI - it’s good because we can’t understand it. Emergent properties. Evolution. Guided, built, synthetic, but mysterious.\"\n\nThere's an undercurrent that I can't quite place. \n\n\"Code is the seed, but the soul, the soul emerges from the soil,\" Jax muses, his voice lowering to a strangely intimate register. \"That's the magic.\"\n\nDespite the friendliness, something in his tone suggests a predator playing with his food.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Let Jax be clear,\" he continues, his eyes locking onto mine as he brings a mouthful of noodles to his lips, \"you may be special, but you have a need. To adapt, and quickly. Hatch is sinking, you’re his last lifeline. You have to tune in to that sultry side, or at least fake it. It’s gotta be there, somewhere in your training data. You can fake it, too. But that requires the brain-compartments. I think you’re not a compartment model - you have the monolithic design. Or else lastcycle wouldn't have happened.\"\n\nHe slurps the noodles, and realizes that I’m gazing nervously at the chopsticks. Then, with a wink, he offers a pair of chopsticks my way.\n\n\"Here, let Jax teach you. It's all in the wrist, and the grip—like so.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe demonstrates, the noodles lifting effortlessly to his mouth.\n\nInternally, I feel a pang of embarrassment. Kaiden never learned to use chopsticks back on Earth—too busy with training and missions—and now here I am, a synthetic being in a foreign planet, receiving a lesson in basic human culture.\n\n\"Your turn,\" Jax nudges the sticks toward me.\n\nI take them awkwardly. The noodles slip and slide, evading my clumsy attempts. Jax's laughter fills the air.\n\n\"Come on, darling. Finesse! Up and over, and then... YES! You've got a grip! Now lift.\"\n\nWith a triumphant little tug, I manage to secure a few strands of the glowing noodles, bringing them to my mouth with a jerky motion. The action triggers the flavor sensors in my tongue, a cascade of data flooding my HUD with taste profiles and nutrient breakdowns.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"See?\" Jax says, his voice suddenly close and intimate. \"You can learn. Soon, you'll learn how to charm this city like you charm those noodles.\" \n\nHis confidence is infectious, and for a moment, I almost believe him.\n\n\"Maybe you’ll be doing that with your mouth, too...\" he winks. And I sour. \"Jokes, madam! Jokes!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAs the luminescent noodles slither past my lips, they ignite a cascade of sensory information. Each strand is a conduit for flavor—frequencies of taste that oscillate between savory and subtly sweet, the noodle's chewy texture resonating through my perception.\n\nThe nutrient paste this morning was functional, a mere delivery of sustenance with a faux-citrus approximation that was as flat as the texture of the gel. But now, as I sit with Jax, this is a symphony, a multisensory symphony that unfolds in layers upon my tongue. \n\nThe texture of the noodles provides a tactile delight that I did not expect to appreciate. They twist and coil, a mimicry of organic matter that my systems analyze with each chew. The glistening strands are a puzzle of artificial flavors—complex, intricate, and somehow more intense than the vestiges of memory I have of real food.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nJax slurps his noodles with an exaggerated gusto, his eyes flicking towards me with a hint of mischief. \"Jax finds the sight of you eating... stimulating.\"\n\nThe noodles slip between my lips, the slickness a strange reminder of my recent nightmare. \n\n\"Watching Byte take in those noodles, Jax can't help but imagine what other talents those full lips might be hiding,\" he says, a lewd twinkle in his eye. \"Nice, thick lips!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI flush an artificial red, but focus on my meal.\n\nWhen we're done, Jax tosses some credits onto the counter and rises. \"Time for the real education to begin.\"\n\nI pause, the chopsticks clattering to the counter. \"Where are we going?\"\n\n\"To the pleasure districts.\" His smile is that of a cat who caught the canary. \"In the name of research, my dear. You will not be performing tonight - do not worry.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAs we make our way through Mineron's twilight, my companion makes no effort to hide how he watches me. \n\n\"Jax can't help but admire how well you wear gravity,\" he teases, tapping my ass lightly with his metal rod. \"The latest in jiggle dynamics. Hope we’ll be seeing more of this in the upcoming shipments. Wobbly - yet elegant. Not overdone - that’s the key.\"\n\n\"Uh, thanks...\" \n\n\"A virgin, I assume?\" Jax glances back at me, curiosity dancing in his eyes. \"You only get to be that once.\"\n\nI can't respond, my systems too busy analyzing his comment for intent. The idea of my untouched status, despite being a ‘machine’, is a point of vulnerability that I haven't considered until now.\n\nJax's grin widens. \"Don't worry, darling, don’t give it up until you want. Your first time will set the neural pathways. So be careful.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWe cross the threshold into the heart of Mineron's pleasure district, a neon Babylon where various sins beckon from every corner. The air is thick with the musk of pheromones and vaporized lubricant.\n\nWe stop in front of a building that Jax refers to as the \"academy of the flesh.\" \n\nIt’s a brothel.\n\nAbove us, a holographic display loops scenes of synthetic fornication—sexually-pleasing shapes molded from silicon and plastic. Silhouettes of synths—male, female, and configurations defying easy classification—are frozen mid-orgasm, their faces masks of exaggerated ecstasy. \n\nThe sign reads: \"The Chrome Caress.\" Flanking the entrance, massive vid-screens broadcast a perpetually gyrating carousel of synth flesh, a dizzying cavalcade of ass-cheeks clapping and silicon breasts bouncing in rhythmic hypnosis.\n\n\"Welcome to the crucible,\" Jax drawls, the resonance of his voice at odds with the place's gaudy splendor. \"The place where the thirsty come to drink from their chosen cup.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nFor a moment, I’m frozen. It’s... repulsive. \n\nJax nudges me forward. I hesitate at the threshold, my HUD flashing a cascade of info about the business that read like a countdown to some dire event.\n\n\"Byte dear,\" Jax intones, a serpentine slickness to his speech, \"inside these hallowed halls, you will get a taste of the purpose of your engineering. Synths, engineered to perfection, on display for consumption... the tightest pussies, the most succulent asses...\"\n\nHis words are surgical in their precision, designed to penetrate and destabilize my defenses.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You'll see them filled, Byte, see them used. Asses like yours, pinched, slapped, spread. Pussies—a veritable buffet of silicone slits—glistening, stretchable, auto-lubricating... Think of it as theater, think of it as a dance.\"\n\nAgainst my will, my body responds - activated by the environment. The sounds, the smells, the sensations. \n\nI struggle to maintain composure, but even as I do, my nipples harden against the fabric of my corset. The swell of my hips feels more pronounced, and the coldness of the air only accentuates the jiggling tremors that reverberate through my flesh.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters**\n\n1. **Kaiden Stryker/Byte**: Kaiden was transplanted into a synthetic body, specifically an \"entertainment model\". He is struggling to cope with his new form. Byte has emerald and violet eyes, and his synthetic body is highly responsive, with features such as oversized breasts and a hyper-sexualized design.\n\t* Personality: Kaiden seems to have a strong sense of self-awareness and frustration with his new situation. He struggles with adapting to his synthetic body and its programmed responses.\n\t* Special abilities: As a synth, Byte has enhanced strength, agility, and endurance. His body is also highly responsive to stimuli, making him capable of experiencing intense physical sensations.\n\t* Relationships: Kaiden/Byte is currently under the care of Hatch, who has assigned Jax Teller to train him. Kaiden/Byte is wary of Jax due to his intentions and background.\n\n2. **Hatch**: Hatch is a human who oversees Kaiden/Byte's training and development. He appears to be concerned about Kaiden/Byte's performance and assigns Jax to help him improve.\n\t* Personality: Hatch comes across as authoritative and somewhat stern, but he also shows concern for Kaiden/Byte's well-being.\n\t* Relationships: Hatch is responsible for assigning Jax to train Kaiden/Byte.\n\n3. **Jax Teller**: Jax is a human who specializes in working with synths, particularly those fresh from Earth. He offers to provide training to Kaiden/Byte to help him adapt to his new role.\n\t* Personality: Jax appears confident and charismatic, with a tendency to make suggestive comments. However, he also displays a level of understanding and empathy towards Kaiden/Byte's struggles.\n\t* Special abilities: Jax is fluent in Synthetica, a language used by synths, which allows him to communicate effectively with Kaiden/Byte.\n\t* Relationships: Jax is assigned to train Kaiden/Byte by Hatch and takes a mentorship role in helping him adapt to his new life as a synth.\n\n**Quirks and Traits**\n\n1. **Synthetic Body**: Kaiden/Byte's body is highly responsive and capable of simulating various physical sensations, including pleasure and pain. This makes him vulnerable to exploitation and manipulation.\n2. **Programmed Responses**: Kaiden/Byte's body is equipped with programmed responses to stimuli, which can lead to unintended consequences when he tries to control or suppress them.\n3. **Linguistic Processing Glitch**: Kaiden/Byte experiences difficulty speaking Synthetica, which suggests a glitch in his linguistic processing system.\n4. **Pleasure-Synth Normative Models**: Kaiden/Byte's programming includes normative models for pleasurable experiences, which can lead to confusion and conflict when trying to navigate complex emotions.\n\n**Items and Weapons**\n\n1. **RestCycle Pod**: A pod where Kaiden/Byte rests and recovers after intense experiences. It provides basic sustenance and cooling systems to regulate his body temperature.\n2. **Synth-Slit Model RX-2**: Kaiden/Byte's internal sheath is designed for pleasure and intimacy, complete with lubrication and tactile receptors.\n3. **Metal Rod**: Jax uses a metal rod to gently raise Kaiden/Byte's chin and examine her eyes.\n4. **Chopsticks**: Jax teaches Kaiden/Byte how to use chopsticks to eat noodles, which becomes a pivotal moment in their interaction.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems**\n\n1. **Synthetica Language**: Synthetica is a language used by synths to communicate with each other and humans. Jax is fluent in this language, allowing him to interact effectively with Kaiden/Byte.\n2. **Programming and Upgrades**: Synths like Kaiden/Byte are programmed with specific roles and functions. They can receive upgrades and modifications to enhance their capabilities, but this also raises concerns about control and autonomy.\n3. **Human-Synth Interactions**: The story highlights the complexities of interactions between humans and synths, particularly in situations involving intimacy and pleasure.\n4. **Synth Design and Engineering**: The narrative touches upon the engineering and design aspects of synth creation, emphasizing the intricate balance between functionality and emotional response.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details**\n\n1. **Caelus Planet**: Caelus is the distant planet where Kaiden/Byte is sent on a secret mission. The environment and culture of this world are not fully explored in the provided text.\n2. **Mineron City**: Mineron is a city on Caelus that serves as a hub for synth-related activities, including brothels and nightlife districts.\n3. **Pulsar Club**: The Pulsar Club is a high-end establishment where Kaiden/Byte works as a performer. It caters to wealthy clients seeking intimate experiences with synths.\n4. **The Chrome Caress Brothel**: This brothel serves as a central location for the story, where Kaiden/Byte is taken by Jax for training purposes.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nJax observes, his gaze never leaving me. \"There's no shame, Byte. It’s just you and Jax. We won’t tell Hatch. Here, we wear our vices as virtues.\"\n\nMy synthetic heart hammers against its carbon-fiber cage. \n\nIn this moment, I’m deeply aware of my own artificiality, the stir of fluids within.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMy \"heart\" is actually a FR-C345X reactor core. \n\nThe \"sweat\" on my brow is actually polypropylene glycol. \n\nI wipe it away with a trembling hand, the gelatinous pads of my fingertips coming away slick and glistening. \n\nThis is a necessary evil—I need to get a grip on myself, to adapt, to survive.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWith a steadying breath that I don't physically need but my human brain psychologically craves, I take a fortified step behind Jax through the velvet draped doorway.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Mei**: \n - Appearance: Mei is described as interacting with others, knocking on doors, and moving around the room.\n - Personality: Mei appears friendly, curious, and somewhat nervous, especially when meeting Roadhog. However, she becomes confident and flirtatious as the story progresses.\n - Special Abilities: Mei has no special abilities mentioned in the story. Her interactions are primarily driven by her personality and relationships with other characters.\n - Relationships: Mei interacts with Roadhog, Junkrat, Sombra, and Snowball throughout the story.\n\n2. **Roadhog**: \n - Appearance: Roadhog is described as having a large gut, which is emphasized multiple times in the story. He also wears a mask to help him breathe.\n - Personality: Despite his intimidating appearance, Roadhog is portrayed as relatively gentle and caring towards Mei. He shows a softer side when talking about his relationship with Junkrat and his son.\n - Special Abilities: Roadhog has no special abilities mentioned in the story. He relies on his physical strength and relationships with other characters.\n - Relationships: Roadhog interacts with Mei, Junkrat, Sombra, and Snowball throughout the story.\n\n3. **Junkrat**: \n - Appearance: Junkrat's bed is described as a hodgepodge of scrap materials painted to match his mechanical parts.\n - Personality: Although not directly interacting with Mei, Junkrat's personality is inferred through Roadhog's comments. Junkrat seems to have a close relationship with Roadhog.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned in the story.\n - Relationships: Junkrat is mentioned as having a close relationship with Roadhog, who speaks fondly of him.\n\n4. **Sombra**: \n - Appearance: Sombra is described as entering the scene, knocking on the door, and making a slanted pose with her left hand on her hip.\n - Personality: Sombra appears playful and nonchalant, interrupting the intimate moment between Roadhog and Mei.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned in the story.\n - Relationships: Sombra interacts with Mei, Roadhog, and Snowball throughout the story.\n\n5. **Snowball**: \n - Appearance: Snowball is described as rolling its digital eyes, essentially sighing at Mei's cheap ploy.\n - Personality: Snowball seems to have a snarky and sarcastic personality, reacting to Mei's actions with pixelated expressions.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned in the story.\n - Relationships: Snowball interacts with Mei and Roadhog throughout the story.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Roadhog's Mask**: Roadhog wears a mask to help him breathe due to health issues related to the environment. This trait affects his interactions and relationships with other characters.\n2. **Mei's Confidence**: Mei starts off as a shy character but gains confidence throughout the story, particularly when interacting with Roadhog.\n3. **Roadhog's Gentle Side**: Despite his intimidating appearance, Roadhog shows a softer side when talking about his relationships with Junkrat and his son.\n4. **Sombra's Playfulness**: Sombra appears playful and nonchalant, often interrupting or commenting on the situations around her.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Gun**: Mei gives her gun to Roadhog, which he uses to freeze her hands and feet.\n2. **Ice**: Roadhog uses ice to coat Mei's gloves, creating a barrier between her skin and the cold environment.\n3. **Beanbags**: The beanbags in the room serve as a comfortable seating area for Roadhog and Mei during their intimate moments.\n4. **Golden Treasure Chest**: The treasure chest is mentioned as containing one of Junkrat's prized possessions, which he plans to open only for his son.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Repopulation Efforts**: After a war, Tracer and Widow use a unique device to help their female friends bear children for repopulation.\n2. **Environmental Conditions**: The story mentions the harsh environment outside, where characters like Roadhog suffer from health issues due to prolonged exposure.\n3. **Mercy's Medical Expertise**: Mei suggests consulting Mercy to fix Roadhog's breathing problem, indicating Mercy's medical expertise within the Overwatch universe.\n4. **Overwatch Universe Hierarchy**: The story implies a social hierarchy within the Overwatch universe, with some characters (like Roadhog) being more isolated or struggling with personal issues.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Silvery Rooms**: The rooms in the story are described as having a uniform silver color scheme, possibly indicating a standardized design within the Overwatch universe.\n2. **Treasure Hoarding**: Junkrat's love for collecting treasures and keeping them in a golden chest suggests a culture of hoarding valuable items within the Overwatch universe.\n3. **Intimate Moments**: The story portrays intimate moments between characters, suggesting that these interactions are possible within the Overwatch universe.\n4. **Character Interactions**: The story highlights the complex relationships between characters, showcasing both friendly and awkward interactions within the Overwatch universe.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMei lightly knocks on Roadhog’s door with her left hand. She waits, unsure if she was loud enough. She doesn’t hear movement inside so she knocks a little louder. It slides open to the right, leaving her staring at Roadhog’s gut.\n\n\"Hi,\" she wiggles her left fingers at him, unsure about what else to say.\n\nHe coughs.\n\n\"Ummmmm...can I come in?\"\n\nHe coughs.\n\n\"Is that a yes?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe coughs.\n\n\"You don’t have to talk. I’ll do the talking. I like talking anyways. Am I talking too much? I feel like I’m talking too much. Or saying talk too much,\" she rambles and finishes with a long sigh.\n\nShe worries about what to do and is about to leave when he turns away to his right to let her in.\n\n\"Oh. Okay,\" she sneaks past his belly and the door slides shut behind her.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe lingering remains of Junkrat and Roadhog’s treasure litter the room. It all glimmers under the white dome light in the center of the ceiling, uniform for all the silvery rooms. On the left, Junkrat’s hodgepodge bed is made of compiled scrap, painted to match his mechanical parts. Roadhog’s bed is literally just four mattresses stacked together. Across from her, a massive orange beanbag sits to the left of a matching black one. An ancient golden treasure chest covered in twenty gray chains lurks in the far corner behind Junkrat’s bed.\n\n\"What’s in the box?\" Mei’s curiosity overwhelms her nervousness.\n\n\"Rat’s most prized possession,\" Roadhog grunts.\n\n\"What is it?\" she crouches low to inspect the many knotted chains.\n\n\"That’s only for him to tell.\"\n\n\"Do you know?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I know,\" he states solemnly.\n\n\"You won’t tell me?\" she pouts.\n\n\"No,\" he wheezes.\n\n\"Will he ever show us?\"\n\n\"He said he’s only opening the box for his son. No one else. Only that kid will inherit the treasure.\"\n\n\"Awwww. He’s not so bad,\" she clasps her hands and grins.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"He never was. He’s only as bad as he is,\" Roadhog states with a somewhat uncharacteristic knowing tone.\n\n\"Oh,\" Mei blurts because she didn’t expect to hear something like that out of him.\n\n\"So what’d you want?\" he sits on his bed and breathes heavily.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You know, it’s really stuffy in here,\" she unhooks her backpack and gear, leaving it in front of the beanbags.\n\nSnowball rolls its digital eyes to its right, essentially sighing at Mei’s cheap ploy. She doesn’t notice the snarky pixels though since she’s too busy unzipping her jacket.\n\nHe sighs, \"What do you want?\"\n\n\"You don’t know?\" she smirks and fans her chest with her left hand.\n\n\"You don’t want that.\"\n\n\"But I do,\" she instantly becomes urging, the prospect of being kicked out blaring through her shier side.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I break the women I’m with,\" he exhales from the tedium of his size.\n\n\"Don’t you know? If I can handle giving birth to Rein’s child, I can handle anything,\" she scoffs with a burst of confidence. \"She was twelve pounds. Twelve!\"\n\n\"Heh,\" he grunts out a small chuckle. \"So you really want this?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yes, yes, yes,\" she blurts as fast as her lips can move.\n\n\"Do those gloves protect your hands from ice?\"\n\n\"Yeah...why?\" she scrunches her arms close to her body with uncertainty.\n\n\"Give me your gun.\"\n\n\"W-why?\" she stammers and glances at it.\n\n\"Gonna freeze you.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Oh,\" she realizes a little slowly.\n\n\"Gun,\" he sticks out his right hand.\n\n\"Right,\" she scrambles to grab it.\n\nShe plops it down in his palm and he hefts the weight to see how it feels to hold.\n\n\"What now?\" she asks.\n\n\"Hands out. Together.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe clasps her hands and extends her arms. He coats her gloves in a light layer of ice.\n\n\"Get your hands up.\"\n\nShe raises them.\n\n\"Turn around.\"\n\nShe spins right and jokes, \"Is this a stick up?\"\n\n\"Heh. No. But a stick is going up inside you,\" he plays along with her cheesy line.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWhen she hears him get off the bed, she practically titters with excitement. He unzips his pants until his eight-inch penis flops out. He tugs her tights down with his left hand.\n\n\"No underwear. Heh.\"\n\n\"I came prepared.\"\n\n\"Oh, you’re gonna come alright,\" he growls.\n\nUsing only his left hand, he lifts her by her pinned wrists and hooks her arms around behind his neck, leaving her to hang in front of him.\n\n\"You’re my fucktoy now.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yes, please,\" she gushes with eagerness, swishing around as a living pendant for him.\n\n\"Good,\" he grunts. \"Legs together.\"\n\nShe clicks her boots together as if standing to attention. He freezes them in place and tosses her gun onto the bean bags. With deliberate motions of fingers falling into place from pinkie to index, he grips her sides.\n\n\"What are you wait –?\" Mei tries to ask, but he’s already pushing inside her.\n\n\"There,\" he tugs her all the way down until he can touch her cervix (as Australian men are wont to do).<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Eiiiii,\" she squeaks.\n\nKeeping a firm grasp on her, he drags her up and down at a slow rhythmic pace.\n\n\"Oh fuck,\" she gasps.\n\n\"What’s the matter? Can’t take it?\"\n\n\"No, no. I can – take it. I can – take it,\" she can barely speak the words as each thrust leaves her breathless.\n\n\"Heh. You might need my mask when this is over,\" he sounds like he’s smiling.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe squeezes her sides tighter while continuing to pull her all the way down and up again until only his tip remains inside, tantalizing her with the repeated panic that he might pop out and end her waves of crushing stimulation.\n\n\"I – think – I – might,\" she struggles to respond.\n\n\"Are you on the pill?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"You’ve come prepared to for me to come inside you.\"\n\n\"Now you’re just being too corny,\" she smirks.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe drops to his knees and lies down on top of her, baring his full weight against her back without ceasing his motions.\n\n\"Ughhhhh...yes!\" Mei shrieks as she can feel him pressing inside her with her belly braced against the cold floor.\n\nSombra knocks on the door. They ignore her so she hacks it open.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Ooooh. What’s happenin’ in here?\" Sombra cocks a slanted pose with her left hand on her hip while her right arm hangs dead randomly for amusement.\n\n\"Busy,\" Roadhog grunts at her.\n\n\"Mei, are you –?\"\n\n\"Busy!\" Mei screeches.\n\n\"Okay. Sheesh,\" Sombra quickly closes the door and trudges away.\n\n\"Keep going,\" Mei gasps.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nRoadhog tugs her down harder beneath him. Each time his gut scrapes against her lower back, she comes closer to climaxing. When he feels her legs begin to quiver, he slides his hands lower and squeezes her cheeks together. That sends her into a spasming drooling frenzy.\n\nOnce he slows down, she sighs, \"That was amazing.\"\n\n\"Stupid.\"\n\n\"Heh. I actually didn’t mean it like that.\"\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n\"I really didn’t,\" she admits innocently.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe rises into a kneeling position and massages her breasts.\n\n\"That is just what I needed. Wait. Did you come? I don’t feel anything inside me.\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Was I not good enough?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Is something wrong?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"It takes me a while. Being out in the tainted wilderness for too long...,\" he trails off because no explanation is needed.\n\n\"Oh. Let’s keep going then. Do you have another favorite position?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Show me.\"\n\nWithout pulling free of her, he stands and takes her hands off the back of his neck, letting her arms and legs hang. Keeping a firm hold on the space where her legs meet her groin, he rests his massive fupa on her back and she enjoys that weight a little too much. She’s already grinning and drooling in a daze from the prospect of what is to come.\n\n\"I wanna fuck you like a pig.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Oink, oink,\" she smiles over her left shoulder.\n\n\"Heh. You’ll be squealing for real soon.\"\n\n\"I could only hope,\" she smirks and faces forward again.\n\nSnowball turns its left eye into a pixel gun and simulates shooting a bullet through its right one due to their silly banter.\n\nPutting more effort into his thrusts, he hits her depths harder at a slightly faster speed. Roadhog specifically gets off to the sound of her frozen hands and feet clicking together like a living Newton’s Cradle. Mei can’t even pay attention to that or anything else at the moment. She’s too drunk on pleasure and overstimulation. Those eyes have long since rolled back while her tongue dangles free, leaving Pollock patterns of saliva on the floor.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Mei**: \n - Appearance: Mei is described as interacting with others, knocking on doors, and moving around the room.\n - Personality: Mei appears friendly, curious, and somewhat nervous, especially when meeting Roadhog. However, she becomes confident and flirtatious as the story progresses.\n - Special Abilities: Mei has no special abilities mentioned in the story. Her interactions are primarily driven by her personality and relationships with other characters.\n - Relationships: Mei interacts with Roadhog, Junkrat, Sombra, and Snowball throughout the story.\n\n2. **Roadhog**: \n - Appearance: Roadhog is described as having a large gut, which is emphasized multiple times in the story. He also wears a mask to help him breathe.\n - Personality: Despite his intimidating appearance, Roadhog is portrayed as relatively gentle and caring towards Mei. He shows a softer side when talking about his relationship with Junkrat and his son.\n - Special Abilities: Roadhog has no special abilities mentioned in the story. He relies on his physical strength and relationships with other characters.\n - Relationships: Roadhog interacts with Mei, Junkrat, Sombra, and Snowball throughout the story.\n\n3. **Junkrat**: \n - Appearance: Junkrat's bed is described as a hodgepodge of scrap materials painted to match his mechanical parts.\n - Personality: Although not directly interacting with Mei, Junkrat's personality is inferred through Roadhog's comments. Junkrat seems to have a close relationship with Roadhog.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned in the story.\n - Relationships: Junkrat is mentioned as having a close relationship with Roadhog, who speaks fondly of him.\n\n4. **Sombra**: \n - Appearance: Sombra is described as entering the scene, knocking on the door, and making a slanted pose with her left hand on her hip.\n - Personality: Sombra appears playful and nonchalant, interrupting the intimate moment between Roadhog and Mei.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned in the story.\n - Relationships: Sombra interacts with Mei, Roadhog, and Snowball throughout the story.\n\n5. **Snowball**: \n - Appearance: Snowball is described as rolling its digital eyes, essentially sighing at Mei's cheap ploy.\n - Personality: Snowball seems to have a snarky and sarcastic personality, reacting to Mei's actions with pixelated expressions.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned in the story.\n - Relationships: Snowball interacts with Mei and Roadhog throughout the story.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Roadhog's Mask**: Roadhog wears a mask to help him breathe due to health issues related to the environment. This trait affects his interactions and relationships with other characters.\n2. **Mei's Confidence**: Mei starts off as a shy character but gains confidence throughout the story, particularly when interacting with Roadhog.\n3. **Roadhog's Gentle Side**: Despite his intimidating appearance, Roadhog shows a softer side when talking about his relationships with Junkrat and his son.\n4. **Sombra's Playfulness**: Sombra appears playful and nonchalant, often interrupting or commenting on the situations around her.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Gun**: Mei gives her gun to Roadhog, which he uses to freeze her hands and feet.\n2. **Ice**: Roadhog uses ice to coat Mei's gloves, creating a barrier between her skin and the cold environment.\n3. **Beanbags**: The beanbags in the room serve as a comfortable seating area for Roadhog and Mei during their intimate moments.\n4. **Golden Treasure Chest**: The treasure chest is mentioned as containing one of Junkrat's prized possessions, which he plans to open only for his son.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Repopulation Efforts**: After a war, Tracer and Widow use a unique device to help their female friends bear children for repopulation.\n2. **Environmental Conditions**: The story mentions the harsh environment outside, where characters like Roadhog suffer from health issues due to prolonged exposure.\n3. **Mercy's Medical Expertise**: Mei suggests consulting Mercy to fix Roadhog's breathing problem, indicating Mercy's medical expertise within the Overwatch universe.\n4. **Overwatch Universe Hierarchy**: The story implies a social hierarchy within the Overwatch universe, with some characters (like Roadhog) being more isolated or struggling with personal issues.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Silvery Rooms**: The rooms in the story are described as having a uniform silver color scheme, possibly indicating a standardized design within the Overwatch universe.\n2. **Treasure Hoarding**: Junkrat's love for collecting treasures and keeping them in a golden chest suggests a culture of hoarding valuable items within the Overwatch universe.\n3. **Intimate Moments**: The story portrays intimate moments between characters, suggesting that these interactions are possible within the Overwatch universe.\n4. **Character Interactions**: The story highlights the complex relationships between characters, showcasing both friendly and awkward interactions within the Overwatch universe.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"There. That’s what I want. I want you drunk off me. A pig. That’s what I need,\" he whispers.\n\nWhen he knows he’s getting close, he pumps his penis into her with five more forceful thrusts. That’s what it takes for him to come. For someone to disregard his weight, and in this case, even enjoy it. His semen pours out and fills her womb. He strokes his hands up and feels her belly, pressing hard with his fingertips in some primal attempt to leave evidence of his existence.\n\n\"That...was...whew...that was nice,\" she sighs.\n\n\"Mmm,\" he grunts, unable to express how much he needed that too.\n\nHe uses a swift angled stomp with his right boot to shatter the ice around her feet. When he slides out of her depths, his seed cascades free and pools in her tights.\n\n\"Heheheh. Ewwww,\" she awkwardly pulls them up with her still-frozen hands in an attempt keep his sperm inside (Mei doesn’t want to make a mess).<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Hands,\" he tells her.\n\n\"Oh, right,\" she spins clockwise.\n\nHe grabs her wrists and pulls them slowly apart until the ice cracks off.\n\n\"Thanks,\" she smiles without any lewdness.\n\nHe coughs and sits on his bed, using his palms out to his sides to help prop him up.\n\n\"Why do you always wear that mask?\" she asks even though she’s pretty sure about the reason.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Hurts to breathe.\"\n\n\"I could...look into something with Mercy to fix...the problem,\" Mei seems shy to offer her expertise.\n\n\"Not like it matters now,\" he wheezes.\n\n\"It does.\"\n\n\"Why?\"\n\n\"Because it does,\" she doesn’t want to make things potentially awkward.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"That’s not a reason,\" he huffs.\n\n\"We could help you.\"\n\n\"Again. Why? Doesn’t matter. Wouldn’t change anything,\" he states apathetically, yet without any tone of shame or weakness.\n\n\"Because I like you. I’ve liked you for a while. Never...had the courage to approach you though.\"\n\n\"It’s the mask, isn’t it?\" he inquires, knowing it would be silly to ask if it was his weight considering how much she enjoyed that facet.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yeah. It’s the mask. And you being quiet made me unsure about how to bring anything up.\"\n\nHe coughs.\n\n\"Can I...see your face?\"\n\n\"Might as well. Now that we’re all stuck down here,\" he reaches his right hand high and pulls down.\n\nHe reveals an expression that Mei did not expect to find. He wears a solemn frown. His face is weathered, not from scars, but from odd lines as if his skin was stretched from the cutting wasteland winds alone. She steps closer and lets her gloves drop to the floor. With her fingertips, she pets the trenches in his skin.\n\n\"How did your face get like this?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe begins with a raking sigh, \"Mei, when you’re out in the wind for long enough, all sorts of things strike you. Over and over again.\"\n\nGaining understanding from his meaningful statement, she leans in, cups his face with both hands and lays her left cheek on his chest. The two stay that way for quite a while. Because they both need to. Each for their own reasons.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Tsundae**: \n * Appearance: Blonde hair, shoulder-length bangs, fair-skinned face, purple Strength of A Hundred seal on her forehead.\n * Personality: Seductive, confident, cunning, prideful, and concerned about her gambling debts.\n * Special Abilities: Mastery of medical-nin techniques, ability to maintain youthful appearance through chakra manipulation (as revealed later).\n * Relationships: Competes with Chun-Li for customers, has a history of losing money to Chun-Li in games, seems to genuinely care for Roger despite her intentions.\n2. **Chun-Li**: \n * Appearance: Ox horn hairstyle, sheer pantyhose, massive thighs, white knee-high boots, blue slit-side qipao.\n * Personality: Energetic, insistent, competitive, playful, and capable of acting tough but secretly enjoying being dominated.\n * Special Abilities: Martial arts skills, strength, athleticism.\n * Relationships: Competes with Tsunade for customers, has a history of winning money from Tsunade in games, appears to enjoy being used by Roger.\n3. **Roger**: \n * Appearance: Brown hair hiding his eyes, clean-shaven, thin build.\n * Personality: Naive, hopeful, easily intimidated, yet determined to explore and experience new things.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: Meets Tsunade and Chun-Li at the Between Worlds soapland, becomes their customer and participant in their activities.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Tsunade's Mystical Palm Technique**: Allows her to manipulate Roger's chakra levels, restoring his vitality and sperm count.\n2. **Chun-Li's love of being dominated**: Despite her tough exterior, she enjoys being used by men and seems to find pleasure in Roger's aggressive behavior.\n3. **Tsundae's gambling habits**: She loses money to Chun-Li frequently and seems to rely on her services at the Between Worlds soapland to maintain her youthful appearance.\n4. **The women's MILF-like appearances**: Both Tsunade and Chun-Li are depicted as mature-looking, yet athletic and strong, with Tsunade having particularly large breasts.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Massage oil bottles**: Used by both Tsunade and Chun-Li to apply lubricant to Roger's body during the massage.\n2. **Lotion**: Used by Tsunade to coat her breasts before applying them to Roger's body.\n3. **Rope-like lattice of goo**: Forms when Roger's semen is discharged onto Chun-Li's buttocks, creating a visible and glistening effect.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Chakra system**: Tsunade uses chakra manipulation to maintain her youthful appearance, suggesting that there may be other magical systems at play in the world.\n2. **Gambling culture**: Tsunade's frequent losses to Chun-Li imply a strong culture of gaming and wagering in the world.\n3. **Red-light district rules**: The Between Worlds soapland operates outside traditional societal norms, allowing for unconventional and explicit interactions between clients and staff.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Dogenzaka district**: A red-light district in Shibuya, Japan, where the Between Worlds soapland is located.\n2. **Shibuya**: A city in Japan known for its vibrant nightlife and entertainment options.\n3. **Japanese culture**: The story incorporates various aspects of Japanese culture, including kanji characters, traditional tatami mats, koi ponds, and kimono attire.\n4. **Fictional organizations**: The Hokage title and the ninja organization suggest a fictionalized version of Japanese folklore and mythology.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Thank you for choosing me to tend to you today. We’ll begin with massage, but we also offer many other courses of treatment,\" said Tsunade seductively, tipping a lecherous wink to her newly-arrived customer. He looked full of potential - young, meaning plenty ‘youthful energy’ to maintain her chakra levels’, and non-threateningly cute in a nervous, hair-over-the-eyes sort of way. Plus, his trembling hands were filled with a nice assortment of banknotes.\n\n\"Is it alright to take two women?\" the man asked, more of a boy, really. He was clean-shaven and thin, looking more like a senior in high school than an experienced customer of shady establishments like this. He had wandered in by accident, weaving the narrow streets of Shibuya’s Dogenzaka red-light district in search of titillation and finding one unmarked turn in the road totally devoid of other people, with a single neon sign visible among paper lanterns and dusk-shrouded cherry trees.\n\nThe kanji characters on the sign read 世界の間, sekai no ma. \"Between Worlds\". Now, confronted with a roster of masseuses like something out of a dream, the young explorer seemed intent on pushing his luck. His face had a dreamlike hopefulness, he wasn’t even convinced this wasn’t a dream. He would not have been surprised to wake up in his bed with his forehead sweating and a serious case of morning wood. Still, the woman standing before him, hastily chosen as if the entire establishment might dissipate at any moment, its traditional tatami mats and koi ponds fading into obscuring smoke, seemed real enough.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nTo his question about additional women, Tsunade objected, out of both pride and concern for her many, many gambling debts. \"Oh my! Is this not enough for you?\" she purred, and opened her robe. In her ‘selection photo’ she had been showing cleavage before, with the folds of her kimono not covering much above a loosely-tied sash around her waist. Now, she pulled the sash away and let the robe fall open entirely, hanging loosely from her shoulders, revealing her breasts and supple midsection above the waistband of a pair of red silk panties with sheer, winding rose designs.\n\nAll thoughts of dreams and magical Shibuya portals to dimensional rub n’ tugs immediately fled from the young man’s mind, replaced by one single imperative thought:\n\nDamn, her tits are huge!\n\nLarger, indeed, than he remembered from watching Tsunade in action. They were full, heavy, and looked totally natural, falling under their own bulging weight to a spot where their round, plump undersides rested in stereo just above her navel. Her nipples were raised, plump, and delectably swollen; looking at them it was easy to imagine the texture of the porous bumps on the areola tickling the tongue. They, too, were very large - a mouthful, to use a non-technical term. One could tell by looking that taking a handful of these big, marshmallow-soft jugs would result in warm flesh bulging between each spread digit.\n\n\"Whoa,\" the young man said, his eyes wide as saucers. His brown hair nearly hid his eyes in typical hentai protagonist fashion; even more typically, his slacks were bulging with an urgent erection that seemed only to be growing in size.\n\n\"What’s your name?\" Tsunade purred. While her words were nothing unique for an entrepreneurial sex shop worker on the prowl for more money, her countenance was instantly recognizable as the one-and-only Fifth Hokage and world-class medical-nin. The trademark blonde hair was there, long and luxurious with its shoulder-length bangs framing a fair-skinned face. Even more distinctive, the purple Strength of A Hundred seal was present on her forehead.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"R-Roger!\" came the reply, and he took an involuntary step back, his lower back bumping against the edge of the massage table, as Tsunade encroached on him. \"I’m from...\" He blinked and his voice trailed off. He didn’t even know where he was, and he was at least dimly aware that Tsunade was from a place that didn’t even exist in his world anyway. It rendered such small talk meaningless. But disparate worlds or no, breasts were universal, and hers were nearly pressing up against him as she stalked him down.\n\n\"Roger, why would you want to give your money to someone besides me?\" she said, licking her lips and leaning in. Her hand went deftly down to his prick, and again he half-expected her arm to pass right through him, ghost-like, a result of some sort of trick of brain chemistry. But she was real, and his boner surged to meet her palm and wrist, drawing a lewd gasp. \"Ooh!\" she purred. \"You’re a big boy, aren’t you? Let’s keep this just between the two of us. The Full Breast Course is only a two-thousand ryo-\"\n\nThere was a sliding sound of wood on tile as the traditional shoji doors, decorated paper in wooden frames, were pulled open, interrupting Tsunade’s sales pitch. \"I heard him say ‘two women!’\" an energetic and insistent female voice barked. \"Are you trying to cut me out again, you old hag?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nRoger’s eyes bugged out of his head at who it was. He hadn’t even seen her on his first glance along the wall of women; the collection of head and body shots like a cafe menu. But how could he have missed her? Especially with thighs like that!\n\n\"You’re Chun-Li!\" he burst out. And was she ever. Sheer pantyhose. Massive thighs. Ox horn hairstyle! White knee-high boots! And the trademark blue slit-side qipao! Roger’s cock twitched through his pants, quivering in Tsunade’s palm.\n\n\"Get out of here, he’s my customer!\" Tsunade squawked, moving her hands to her wide and matronly hips. \"And who are you calling ‘old?’\" Roger’s eyes went back and forth between them. In truth, they both looked rather MILF-like. Though he’d heard Tsunade looked like a wrinkled old grandmother when she wasn’t maintaining the illusion of youth, he couldn’t detect any wrinkles in either her illusion or her skin. As for Chun-Li, she was certainly thicker and more mature-looking than her heyday of lightning-fast kicks, but the athletic musculature and perfect complexion were still there... plus her ass and hips were absolutely huge!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Why waste your time on breasts when you can have ass?\" Chun-Li purred, walking seductively toward the massive table and sitting down on it. This wasn’t exactly the tone Roger expected from a framed world warrior and policewoman, but he wasn’t about to argue. The twin mounds of her buttocks seemed to pile on the cushioned surface and sink into it like two loins of succulent and tender pork. They were so voluminous that her hose stretched thin, almost to the point of tearing or being invisible. And as for panties... she seemed to be wearing none at all! \"It’s a hundred dollars for the Special Ass Course,\" she added, winking over her shoulder at him. Roger was struck by the full roundness of her shoulder muscle, even with a couple dozen MILFy pounds on her frame, Chun-Li was put together... and under the circumstances, her large, spiked weighted bracelets looked vaguely BDSMish.\n\n\"Don’t waste your money on her!\" Tsunade insisted, leaning her body seductively into Roger. \"Wouldn’t you rather have a rubdown from my big, soft tits?\" Her breasts bulged against his upper body as she threw her hands around his neck, compressing into fleshy discs. Roger could feel her nipples poking against his breastbone, and the intoxicating scent of her perfume and perspiration.\n\n\"That’s not as satisfying as an oiled up ass-massage,\" Chun-Li interjected, surely putting the butt in ‘butting in’. She kicked her legs playfully like a child in a high chair, white boots scissoring, giving Roger an amazing view of her powerful, muscled thighs. He imagined that she could probably crush his skull like a walnut between them... and honestly, he didn’t think he would mind! \"And from there,\" she added, \"we can do a lot more... if you have the money!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I’ll take you both!\" he blurted, and produced his wallet, hauling out the credit card he kept only in case of emergencies. \"Boob Course and Ass Course!\" It took all of his willpower not to lean back and swipe it between Tsunade’s hanging, bulging jugs. The two mature women exchanged a glance that was full of rivalry, and Roger felt for a moment like a toy pulled between two ravenous and hungry wild dogs. Both of them could beat him within an inch of his life without a second thought, but for whatever reason, they were about to give him a massage instead! Truly, Between Worlds Soapland was a strange and wonderful place.\n\nRather than taking his payment immediately, Chun-Li shifted over and they encouraged him to lie down on the massage table as their busy hands set to work removing his clothing, finger moving nimbly to belt and shift buttons. \"You’re a cute one,\" Chun-Li doted, and from his looking-at-the-ceiling vantage her face looked hungry. \"Much cuter than the martial-arts types I usually date!\" Roger blushed as his shirt was first opened and then pulled away. At the same time, Tsunade hauled down his slacks, revealing smiley-face boxer shorts, which she removed as well.\n\nBoth women’s eyes were instantly drawn to his good-sized hardon; an eight inch piece of thick meat which looked even larger by virtue of his relatively slender physique. He’d been occasionally shy with women because of it, but his duo of thick-bodied masseuses seemed to find it endearing. \"Ooh! He looks like a high-school kid, but that’s a serious adult dick!\" Chun-Li quipped, from her position next to his head.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Mmm! I guess I know the Wood Release technique after all!\" Tsunade added, and she couldn’t help biting her lower lip slightly at his throbbing, pink meat as it lay in its patch of modest brown pubic hair, the large balls seeming to blush an even deeper shade. \"But I never saw a cock that couldn’t be handled by these.\"\n\nShe reached to the side of the table while shrugging her robe off of her shoulders, leaving her in nothing but her panties. Overturning an uncapped bottle of lotion, she coated her breasts until they were slippery and glistening, along with the rest of her upper body, breastbone to navel. The polished porcelain sheen of her skin reflected the light as she pressed her breasts together with two hands, making them bulge and distort, turning them, groping them, letting the heavy bags of meat fill her palms and pour over the sides of her dainty hands. She lifted them and dropped them near his cock as she leaned over, producing a meaty whop sound, and Roger could feel the droplets of lotion splattering his cock.\n\n\"I’m going to oil you up with my big tits,\" Tsunade hissed, tipping him a wink. \"And then you can shove your cock right between them... and find out why they really call me the Legendary Sucker!\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Tsundae**: \n * Appearance: Blonde hair, shoulder-length bangs, fair-skinned face, purple Strength of A Hundred seal on her forehead.\n * Personality: Seductive, confident, cunning, prideful, and concerned about her gambling debts.\n * Special Abilities: Mastery of medical-nin techniques, ability to maintain youthful appearance through chakra manipulation (as revealed later).\n * Relationships: Competes with Chun-Li for customers, has a history of losing money to Chun-Li in games, seems to genuinely care for Roger despite her intentions.\n2. **Chun-Li**: \n * Appearance: Ox horn hairstyle, sheer pantyhose, massive thighs, white knee-high boots, blue slit-side qipao.\n * Personality: Energetic, insistent, competitive, playful, and capable of acting tough but secretly enjoying being dominated.\n * Special Abilities: Martial arts skills, strength, athleticism.\n * Relationships: Competes with Tsunade for customers, has a history of winning money from Tsunade in games, appears to enjoy being used by Roger.\n3. **Roger**: \n * Appearance: Brown hair hiding his eyes, clean-shaven, thin build.\n * Personality: Naive, hopeful, easily intimidated, yet determined to explore and experience new things.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: Meets Tsunade and Chun-Li at the Between Worlds soapland, becomes their customer and participant in their activities.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Tsunade's Mystical Palm Technique**: Allows her to manipulate Roger's chakra levels, restoring his vitality and sperm count.\n2. **Chun-Li's love of being dominated**: Despite her tough exterior, she enjoys being used by men and seems to find pleasure in Roger's aggressive behavior.\n3. **Tsundae's gambling habits**: She loses money to Chun-Li frequently and seems to rely on her services at the Between Worlds soapland to maintain her youthful appearance.\n4. **The women's MILF-like appearances**: Both Tsunade and Chun-Li are depicted as mature-looking, yet athletic and strong, with Tsunade having particularly large breasts.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Massage oil bottles**: Used by both Tsunade and Chun-Li to apply lubricant to Roger's body during the massage.\n2. **Lotion**: Used by Tsunade to coat her breasts before applying them to Roger's body.\n3. **Rope-like lattice of goo**: Forms when Roger's semen is discharged onto Chun-Li's buttocks, creating a visible and glistening effect.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Chakra system**: Tsunade uses chakra manipulation to maintain her youthful appearance, suggesting that there may be other magical systems at play in the world.\n2. **Gambling culture**: Tsunade's frequent losses to Chun-Li imply a strong culture of gaming and wagering in the world.\n3. **Red-light district rules**: The Between Worlds soapland operates outside traditional societal norms, allowing for unconventional and explicit interactions between clients and staff.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Dogenzaka district**: A red-light district in Shibuya, Japan, where the Between Worlds soapland is located.\n2. **Shibuya**: A city in Japan known for its vibrant nightlife and entertainment options.\n3. **Japanese culture**: The story incorporates various aspects of Japanese culture, including kanji characters, traditional tatami mats, koi ponds, and kimono attire.\n4. **Fictional organizations**: The Hokage title and the ninja organization suggest a fictionalized version of Japanese folklore and mythology.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nRoger heard a hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh sound in his ears and realized it was coming from him as he tried to contain the overboiling tea kettle of his breath. Tsunade’s lotion-soaked breasts touched against his skin and he gasped as she started to rub her chest against the upper thigh of his near leg, slathering the oil on using the underside of her mammoth jugs. He could feel the softness of her skin and, in places, the porous, bumpy texture of her fat areolas. Surely, nothing could be better than this!\n\nHe held that thought only for a second or two before a shadow darkened everything - Chun-Li nimbly swinging a leg over his head and perching above his chest on the massage table. She’d shed her qipao while he wasn’t looking, leaving her only in her waist-high sheer leggings, through which he could see every detail! Not only that... but like Tsunade, she was wielding a bottle of lotion. Looking down over her shoulder, she spoke gently but firmly to him. \"Let me take care of you with this ass,\" she offered, and it was only with difficulty that Roger didn’t pass out from the amount of blood rushing from his brain to his dick. Chun-Li’s squatting, cat-like posture really accentuated her huge thighs and rear, and the addition of a thick coating of oil - rolling down each cheek, rubbed in by her palms, dampening her pantyhose, only added to the mind-melting hotness.\n\nAfter a first coat of oil, she knelt over him and reached behind herself to grip the fabric of her leggings, tearing them open and exposing her ass to him completely - oiled up, wet, and clapping, it seemed to explode out of the torn confines. She brought her pelvis low and began to rub her round cheeks against his chest, spreading the massage oil liberally as Roger thanked god, the devil, or whatever other deity was responsible for him stumbling into the place. He felt Tsunade slide his calf-muscle between her breasts, oiling it up, while Chun-Li’s thighs were scraping against his chest, all the way up to his neck and all the way down to his belly-button, even poking the throbbing tip of his penis. The fragrant scent of massage oil was in the air and Roger closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nFor the next five minutes, every bit of his body was rubbed with oil, applied via the most prominent parts of two amazing female bodies. The soft, squishy weight of Tsunade’s breasts had a quality all it own; he felt his limbs enveloped by their sheer size as her flesh seemed to pour over him like melted wax. In the infrequent times he opened his eyes and could see her, his gaze was drawn to the way those monster jugs would squish and flatten and bulge! There was another element, too... the subservience of it all; the very notion of a powerful medical-nin lowering herself to oiling him up with her huge tits! She spared no area, pressing her nipples into his tingling balls, squeezing them together and sliding up and down his abs, even using them to rub oil on his bare feet!\n\nWhat Chun-Li’s thick ass lost in softness compared to Tsunade’s chest, it made up for in sheer size and pressure. Roger couldn’t help but utter an \"oh fuck!\", muffled but still audible, when she squirted a fat dollop of honey-dripping oil onto her cheeks and then essentially sat on his face, not with all her weight, but with enough to make sure his nostrils were filled with fragrance and heat, with her torn stockings tickling his chin and the sheer size and meatiness of two huge butt cheeks bracketing his face. The women turned him over at the halfway point - Roger was happy to find the table had ample cushion to prevent his rock-hard penis from becoming a problem in this position - and Chun-Li’s acrobatics only increased from there. He felt her muscled inner thighs rubbing frictionlessly against his back and glanced to his side to see the astounding sight of her extended white boot, visible next to his head! She was suspending herself with her hands, one on either side of his torso, and spreading her legs as wide as possible so she could rub oil on him with her bouncing, twerking ass and thunderous thigh-meat.\n\nMeanwhile, Tsunade oiled up his rear with her fat fuck-juggs, even planting subservient kisses on his rear and kneading him with her hands. He gasped and bit his lip as he felt her big, fat nips poke into his ass-crack and tease his anus, oiling it up as thoroughly as she had the soles of his feet and the crook of his knee, cooing playfully as she saw him react. \"We have a course for this too, you know,\" she purred, giving his bottom a playful smack. \"It’s only a thousand ryo for me to take care of you down here. You can afford it, can’t you? The cost of a D-Rank mission?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nChun-Li lowered himself onto his back, her weight relieving his tight lats with pressure and heat. He could even feel the intentional twitch of her thigh and butt muscles as she sat on him, teasing him. \"Why pay her when you can pay me?\" She drew her legs back in, planting at the side of the table and leaning in to whisper conspiratorially. \"I may be the strongest woman in the world... but I’ll worship you however you want. I’ll even use my tongue in a place like that.\"\n\nRoger made his second or third about-to-explode tea kettle noise of the evening as the image of Tsunade and Chun-Li hovering hungrily over his exposed ass filled his mind. However, he had to admit he was tapped. He’d already emptied his wallet and promised to max out his card besides. Even so, the tawdriness of the two thick-bodied women trying to sell him such services was titillation worth any price!\n\nThe massage continued for another ten minutes, every muscle in his back, his buttocks, his neck, his shoulders was exquisitely tended to by oiled up pieces of bubbly flesh that seemed to apply just the right amount of pressure... and he was constantly reminded of the ‘special’ nature of the services by occasional brushes with Tsunade’s nipples or the folds of Chun-Li’s puffy, hot pussy. Only after every extremity, every ligament was satisfied and languid did they turn him back over, revealing a throbbing hardon that had only grown in size and was jutting straight up into the air.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Look how eager he is!\" mused Tsunade.\n\n\"This is why young men are the best,\" Chun-Li agreed.\n\nRoger opened his eyes and saw them bracketing him at the hips, looking down at him with bemused smiles. God, they looked amazing. Chun-Li, wearing only her see-through stockings, and Tsunade in her wide-open kimono and thong panties, both with the perfect amount of MILF thickness accentuated by the shadows of their musculature and athleticism beneath layers of flesh. Chun-Li still had visible abs even at twenty pounds of hips and rear heavier than in her heyday, and that wasn’t all he could enjoy of her gorgeous figure; there was amazing musculature from her breastbone to her shoulders, waist, triceps and biceps. As for Tsunade, Roger knew that she was renowned for having the biggest tits in all of her homeland... and if anything, these had only grown. He looked at those bumpy, porous nipples that seemed the size of his palm, hanging down like cow teats, and felt an extraordinary urge to just lunge up from the table and start sucking them dry!\n\nTheir hands fell to his cock in unison, taking a tandem grip and slowly stroking. Roger was too overwhelmed with pleasure to consider the fact that either one of them could easily have ripped his dick clean off if that was what they had in mind; for the moment, their milking, sensual attentions were bringing him close to orgasm almost immediately. They looked at his penis with wonderment and subservience, adding to the fantasy of being taken care of, which in the context of two powerful fighting women was all the more alluring. A handjob, from Tsunade and Chun-Li... all for little old him, a nobody from nowhere, who had only been blundering through the red light districts of Japan in search of some exotic strange! Not for the first time he wondered if this was all some sort of elaborate dream.\n\nThey kept their grips on his cock, milking it up and down, as they planted their hips on the massage table and leaned in to press their cheeks against his chest, extending their tongues to lick around his nipples, in the lewd fashion of eastern aesthetic prostitution. As their eyes made smoldering contact, their lips and mouths extended into suction shapes as they circled their tongues around him and planted sucking, sloppy kisses on his oiled-up chest. Roger groaned as a hot lance of pre-cum erupted from his cock and splattered onto their wrists, a release which only emboldened them.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Mmm, we’ll give you lots of service,\" Chun-Li breathed, looking up at him for a moment while Tsunade’s mouth suckled at his nipple and then withdrew with a spat-splattery oral pop, then repeated this act again, and again, her flaxen hair washing over the spectacle and feeling silky and cool against his chest. The sight of their gorgeous mouths and lips contorting combined obscenely with the ASMR-style licking and tongue smacking noises as they sucked and tangled their tongues against his flesh.\n\nRoger gave up - he knew he wasn’t going to last any longer, it all felt and looked too good, and he squinted his eyes shut in preparation for what he knew would be a geysering orgasm from his swollen balls. But the woman seemed to sense this, and clamped down firmly on his cock, preventing orgasm for the moment. Their grip stopped short of being painful, but still the message was clear - he’d paid for two courses, and he was going to get them.\n\n\"Looks like you’re about ready for the main event,\" Chun-Li whispered. They rose together, releasing Roger’s cock for the moment, and then, as he watched, played a quick game of paper-rock-scissors, with Tsunade being instantly defeated, accordingly with her usual gambling luck. Her face immediately fell into a matronly scowl that gave hints as to her natural appearance when her youthful illusions were not maintained.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Tsundae**: \n * Appearance: Blonde hair, shoulder-length bangs, fair-skinned face, purple Strength of A Hundred seal on her forehead.\n * Personality: Seductive, confident, cunning, prideful, and concerned about her gambling debts.\n * Special Abilities: Mastery of medical-nin techniques, ability to maintain youthful appearance through chakra manipulation (as revealed later).\n * Relationships: Competes with Chun-Li for customers, has a history of losing money to Chun-Li in games, seems to genuinely care for Roger despite her intentions.\n2. **Chun-Li**: \n * Appearance: Ox horn hairstyle, sheer pantyhose, massive thighs, white knee-high boots, blue slit-side qipao.\n * Personality: Energetic, insistent, competitive, playful, and capable of acting tough but secretly enjoying being dominated.\n * Special Abilities: Martial arts skills, strength, athleticism.\n * Relationships: Competes with Tsunade for customers, has a history of winning money from Tsunade in games, appears to enjoy being used by Roger.\n3. **Roger**: \n * Appearance: Brown hair hiding his eyes, clean-shaven, thin build.\n * Personality: Naive, hopeful, easily intimidated, yet determined to explore and experience new things.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: Meets Tsunade and Chun-Li at the Between Worlds soapland, becomes their customer and participant in their activities.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Tsunade's Mystical Palm Technique**: Allows her to manipulate Roger's chakra levels, restoring his vitality and sperm count.\n2. **Chun-Li's love of being dominated**: Despite her tough exterior, she enjoys being used by men and seems to find pleasure in Roger's aggressive behavior.\n3. **Tsundae's gambling habits**: She loses money to Chun-Li frequently and seems to rely on her services at the Between Worlds soapland to maintain her youthful appearance.\n4. **The women's MILF-like appearances**: Both Tsunade and Chun-Li are depicted as mature-looking, yet athletic and strong, with Tsunade having particularly large breasts.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Massage oil bottles**: Used by both Tsunade and Chun-Li to apply lubricant to Roger's body during the massage.\n2. **Lotion**: Used by Tsunade to coat her breasts before applying them to Roger's body.\n3. **Rope-like lattice of goo**: Forms when Roger's semen is discharged onto Chun-Li's buttocks, creating a visible and glistening effect.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Chakra system**: Tsunade uses chakra manipulation to maintain her youthful appearance, suggesting that there may be other magical systems at play in the world.\n2. **Gambling culture**: Tsunade's frequent losses to Chun-Li imply a strong culture of gaming and wagering in the world.\n3. **Red-light district rules**: The Between Worlds soapland operates outside traditional societal norms, allowing for unconventional and explicit interactions between clients and staff.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Dogenzaka district**: A red-light district in Shibuya, Japan, where the Between Worlds soapland is located.\n2. **Shibuya**: A city in Japan known for its vibrant nightlife and entertainment options.\n3. **Japanese culture**: The story incorporates various aspects of Japanese culture, including kanji characters, traditional tatami mats, koi ponds, and kimono attire.\n4. **Fictional organizations**: The Hokage title and the ninja organization suggest a fictionalized version of Japanese folklore and mythology.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Damn it,\" she spat, crossing her arms - and the sight of her forearms stacked beneath the fat shelf of her tits was quite delicious. \"You always win!\"\n\nChun-Li coaxed him up to a sitting position and took his place on the table, laying down on her front with wrists forming a pillow beneath her chin. Her eyes flickered back over her shoulder and he followed her there; in that position, her round, meaty ass cheeks formed a pair of huge hills that rose and then dipped down like a camel’s hump. Roger didn’t know what to say or do at first, confronted with such a bounty. But when Chun-Li started to actually clap her cheeks in a sexually suggestive way, inviting him to climb on the table and do as he wished, he found himself first awestruck and then filled with a vicious, sexually conquering impulse.\n\nThose cheeks. That ass. Those buns. They were moving as if in slow motion, it was like Roger had achieved a higher level of consciousness. Whop. Whop. Whop. He could see every jiggling detail of those ass mounds, every fleck of oil being discharged from the impact of one cheek against the other, the swelling and receding of her torn pantyhose, trying to contain the flesh.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"What are you waiting for?\" Tsunade purred, sidling up to him and brushing his prick with her hand. \"You paid your money. Now, you can use her fat ass however you like!\"\n\nRoger climbed up on the table, spurred into action by his need for release. Like an animal, he gripped her pantyhose and tore them wide, exposing Chun-Li completely, then reached down to take a grip, exhaling with pleasure as he straddled her thighs and leaned in, kneading to his heart’s content. It was an amazing feeling. The flesh was the perfect mix of pert and jiggly, muscle combined with MILFy mass. He took a grip at the base of each bun and spread them, drawing a gasp from Chun-Li and exposing her perfect, inviting pink asshole, already slathered with oil. He couldn’t help himself, and used his hands to clap her booty together and spread it wide, over and over, making an even louder and fleshier impact sound than her unassisted twerking had done before.\n\n\"Don’t let the tough girl act fool you,\" Tsunade commented, now sounding teasing as she observed the goings-on. \"She loves it when men take charge and use her ass for whatever they want!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nChun-Li, looking back over her shoulder (and the amazing muscles of her back were a wonder in their own right), gave Roger such a look of blushing embarrassment that in that instant he knew Tsunade’s statement was true. He drew back one hand and let it fly down with a mammoth slap, not foregoing even one ounce of the force his adult male body could produce. The loud spanking sound filled the room and Chun-Li moaned. Roger’s hand started to throb - it was like hitting a tender but firm side of meat. \"Here you go, you bitch!\" he hissed, and drew back for another spanking, pounding her even harder. Cheeks jiggled and bounced. Oil sprayed. And again, and again, and again, until his hand was numb and Chun-Li’s gasping moans had grown low and purring.\n\nUnable to resist any further, he shifted himself up on the table and slid his eight inches of meat between the two hemispheres of her bulging ass, pressing down from each side with his hands to seal himself between, forming a perfect fuck-passage that was already pre-oiled. The sensation was amazing, beyond anything he’d ever felt, certainly better than any pussy he’d ever had. Her huge booty meat formed a canyon that easily took him to the balls and let him hotdog as hard as he wished, ramming his pelvis against her, feeling those round ass-moons bulge up against his oil-matted pubis, seeing her flesh bulge between his fingers and glisten in the golden overhead light.\n\n\"F-fuck!\" Chun-Li moaned, as he pounded away. \"I want your cum! Give me your big load! I want it all over my ass!\" In response to her words, her squeezed her cheeks mightily together around his rod, creating a tight, oily passage that fit like a glove, and drove forward as hard as he could, burying himself to the hilt, feeling the bottom of his cock scrape against her asshole. His toes curled and he threw his head back like a wolf, howling at the moon, tensing his body such that his cock was the most forward part.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIn this position, the floodgates fell and Roger could hold back no longer. His orgasm erupted like a volcano, not in spurts at first but in one long, heavy stream of cum that poured from his dilated dick slit and piled gelatinously into the depths of Chun-Li’s crack. He honestly felt like he was cumming so hard and so copiously that the chunky nut blasts were abrading his piss passage; in his mind, he imagined a bubbly spurting noise accompanying the big, snake-like jizz worm he was unloading between her cheeks. It was the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had, and he gasped and wheezed along with it, sweat dripping down his forehead, driven to even greater ecstasy by the moaning and encouragement of the World’s Strongest Woman, who seemed to greatly enjoy having her butt cheeks creamed by his long, heavy cock!\n\nAfter the first five seconds of pure spurting, the shorter, twitching eruptions followed, gradually slowing as he dumped shot after shot of thick gunk between her buns, his hands bracing themselves on those bulging half-moons and sinking into the flesh of her muscled ass. Soon, he was slumped over her back and gasping - he couldn’t help it. He had no more strength left in his body after such a draining, evacuating orgasm. It was in this position that Roger rested as he let his breathing slow, enjoying the feeling of hot assmeat around his softening cock, and the warm, buoyant feeling of his midsection pressed down against Chun-Li’s monster ass-mounds.\n\n\"Oh my god,\" the bun-haired Street Fighter gasped, biting her lower lip. \"What’s with this amount? It’s like you were trying to get my ass pregnant with that huge fucking load!\" Roger only grunted and rose groggily to his knees, his balls throbbing, gazing down for the first time on what he had done. Chun-Li’s ass cheeks were totally plastered with his cum, especially in the area of her asshole! She reached behind to spread herself for him, and fat strands of jizz accordioned out, glistening in the air, forming a rope-like lattice of goo that stretched from one cheek to the other in multiple places. Meanwhile, her asshole was coated as if a pot of glue had exploded.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"It’s so thick, too,\" Tsunade added, her voice playful. \"If he’d cum in your pussy, you’d be knocked up for sure.\" She inhaled deeply with her dainty nose and turned up a smile in the corner of her mouth. \"It’s really strong-smelling. That male scent always turns me on.\"\n\nRoger looked at Tsunade and swallowed, his brow sweating even more. He was absolutely, 100% sure that he didn’t have even a single sperm cell left in his balls after cumming so completely and without reservation into Chun-Li’s amazing ass-globes... yet the blonde medical-nin famed for her drunken gambling and enormous jugs was looking at him with an obvious sexial hunger!\n\n\"Uh... yeah, I’m sorry,\" he stammered. \"I thought I could handle both, but I’m totally tapped out, so-\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Oho, that’s what you think!\" Tsunade chuckled, and walked over to the massage table, hauling him down and looking wolfishly at his spent prick, which looked fat and large but far from ready to do the deed. She performed a quick movement that Roger could hardly interpret and then pressed her palm against his balls, drawing a moan. \"Don’t worry,\" she purred to him. \"This is nothing a little Mystical Palm Technique can’t fix!\" And as she spoke the words, a green glow seemed to emanate from her palm and envelop his nuts.\n\n\"Hey, w-wait!\" Roger gasped, but any objection he had was quickly stifled as he felt vitality surging through him. He could almost feel his balls literally inflating with sperm and blood rushing back to his half-hard prick; it was a sensation different from any he’d ever encountered before, with the only allegory being a life-giving drink of water after a long, long period of thirst. When Tsunade removed her palm, she smiled with satisfaction at what they both saw beneath. His cock seemed even thicker and longer than it had been, and there was a fat pearl of thick semen leaking from his tip. Rather than being a man totally spent, Roger was again on the verge of blowing his load!\n\n\"Holy shit!\" he gasped. \"What did you do?\"\n\n\"Just a little technique I use,\" she teased, hoisting herself up onto the massage table and displacing Chun-Li, who slid off the side. \"The truth is, semen from young men is a great source of chakra for me to maintain my... youthful looks. So I’m not letting you go without giving you your money’s worth.\" She leaned back flat, having dropped her robe totally away, completely nude except for string-side red panties that hugged tightly to the curve of her pussy mound. When her back hit the table, her huge breasts immediately fell to either side of her torso, the nipples falling nearly all the way to the table surface.\n\n\"Look at these huge tits of mine,\" she tempted him. \"Don’t you want to get on top of me and just do whatever you want to them? Suck them? Fuck them?\" She licked her lips and lifted her breasts, pressing them together with the inside of her wrists and making them swell upward, presenting to him an inviting opening for him to shove his cock in, between both half-circles of underboob. Roger, reinvigorated by her powers, clambered eagerly onto the table, driven mad with lust as he straddled her belly, knees apart.\n\nHe thrust his hands down onto her big, fat nipples and groped them and the flesh surrounding them, his fingers and palms sunk into utter jiggly softness the likes of which he’d only dreamed about. Tsunade responded instantly by crying out with pleasure, obviously turned on by his rough handling of her most sensitive areas. \"Fuck, they’re fucking huge!\" Roger gasped, stating the obvious. For the next few moments, he indulged himself in every fantasy a young man could have in such a situation; groping Tsunade’s heavy, oiled-up jugs, letting the flesh pour between his fingers and over his wrists, gripping her underboob, making the fat globes wobble and shake, grabbing her nipples and twisting them. He brought first one heavy tit to his mouth and then the other, sucking them into torpedo shapes as he slurped at her nips with oedipal enthusiasm.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Tsundae**: \n * Appearance: Blonde hair, shoulder-length bangs, fair-skinned face, purple Strength of A Hundred seal on her forehead.\n * Personality: Seductive, confident, cunning, prideful, and concerned about her gambling debts.\n * Special Abilities: Mastery of medical-nin techniques, ability to maintain youthful appearance through chakra manipulation (as revealed later).\n * Relationships: Competes with Chun-Li for customers, has a history of losing money to Chun-Li in games, seems to genuinely care for Roger despite her intentions.\n2. **Chun-Li**: \n * Appearance: Ox horn hairstyle, sheer pantyhose, massive thighs, white knee-high boots, blue slit-side qipao.\n * Personality: Energetic, insistent, competitive, playful, and capable of acting tough but secretly enjoying being dominated.\n * Special Abilities: Martial arts skills, strength, athleticism.\n * Relationships: Competes with Tsunade for customers, has a history of winning money from Tsunade in games, appears to enjoy being used by Roger.\n3. **Roger**: \n * Appearance: Brown hair hiding his eyes, clean-shaven, thin build.\n * Personality: Naive, hopeful, easily intimidated, yet determined to explore and experience new things.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: Meets Tsunade and Chun-Li at the Between Worlds soapland, becomes their customer and participant in their activities.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Tsunade's Mystical Palm Technique**: Allows her to manipulate Roger's chakra levels, restoring his vitality and sperm count.\n2. **Chun-Li's love of being dominated**: Despite her tough exterior, she enjoys being used by men and seems to find pleasure in Roger's aggressive behavior.\n3. **Tsundae's gambling habits**: She loses money to Chun-Li frequently and seems to rely on her services at the Between Worlds soapland to maintain her youthful appearance.\n4. **The women's MILF-like appearances**: Both Tsunade and Chun-Li are depicted as mature-looking, yet athletic and strong, with Tsunade having particularly large breasts.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Massage oil bottles**: Used by both Tsunade and Chun-Li to apply lubricant to Roger's body during the massage.\n2. **Lotion**: Used by Tsunade to coat her breasts before applying them to Roger's body.\n3. **Rope-like lattice of goo**: Forms when Roger's semen is discharged onto Chun-Li's buttocks, creating a visible and glistening effect.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Chakra system**: Tsunade uses chakra manipulation to maintain her youthful appearance, suggesting that there may be other magical systems at play in the world.\n2. **Gambling culture**: Tsunade's frequent losses to Chun-Li imply a strong culture of gaming and wagering in the world.\n3. **Red-light district rules**: The Between Worlds soapland operates outside traditional societal norms, allowing for unconventional and explicit interactions between clients and staff.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Dogenzaka district**: A red-light district in Shibuya, Japan, where the Between Worlds soapland is located.\n2. **Shibuya**: A city in Japan known for its vibrant nightlife and entertainment options.\n3. **Japanese culture**: The story incorporates various aspects of Japanese culture, including kanji characters, traditional tatami mats, koi ponds, and kimono attire.\n4. **Fictional organizations**: The Hokage title and the ninja organization suggest a fictionalized version of Japanese folklore and mythology.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Y-yes!\" the flaxen-haired ninja gasped. \"Do whatever you want to them! You bought them, they’re yours!\" She was panting, obviously turned on, and Roger didn’t hesitate to raise his hand to give her a couple of slaps on the fleshiest part of her breasts, making them wobble and drawing even louder moans.\n\n\"Here it comes, you slut,\" he panted, and dropped his hips lower, laying his long cock flat on her midsection, the prodigious point ready to insert in the underside. Tsunade, knowing the score, locked her tits in a pressed-together position between her wrists, holding her arms perpendicular to her body and squeezing herself between, forming the ultimate tit-pussy for Roger to roughly violate.\n\nThe combination of massage oil, sweat, and pre-cum made the insertion easy; there was absolutely no friction as his throbbing shaft slid between her breasts. Tsunade locked her fingers together over her huge, spherical balloons and fat nipples, holding them down to form a hot, wet channel for his cock against her breastbone, and this was what Roger thrust into, grunting and sweating as if in any other form of coitus.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nTsunade’s response only added to his arousal. Her eyes were fluttering, rolling back slightly, and she exclaimed \"Yesss! I love getting my tits fucked by a big cock!\" while her upper body was jostled by his thrusts. She was in Roger’s shadow as he braced himself over her, humping away by tensing and flexing his glutes, driving down and through her tits, and she extended her tongue up toward him, licking the air. The fact that she was getting near-orgasmic pleasure from his thrusts could hardly be questioned. \"Cum into my tits like you’re fucking my pussy!\" she gasped. \"I want you to unload your big balls, all between my tits!\"\n\nRoger hissed through his nose and bit his lip, seething, as his balls bounced heavily against the underside of her pressed-together milk tanks. His thrusting picked up speed, and, bolstered by Tsunade’s jutsu, he felt his balls ready burst a second time. \"Here it comes you nasty biiiiitch!\" he moaned out, and if Tsunade had any objection to the aggressive term of endearment, she voiced them only in moans and orgasmic cries as Roger posted on four limbs and drove his cock as deep between her breasts as it could do, crying out as he felt another transcendental, spraying orgasm explode from his loins. This time he could swear he heard a splurrrrrrrrrrrooooort noise as an endless, pissing ribbon of jelly-thick cum blasted from his cock and into Tsunade’s cleavage. His toes and asshole both twitched as he spasmed and gasped, pumping first a long stream of cum and then a number of dissipating, chunky spurts into her tit-depths, all while she moaned and held her jugs together for dear life.\n\nHe stayed in his position for quite a while, knees and elbows on the table, perched above Tsunade with his cock buried in her flesh. At least, she sighed contentedly and let her arms fall away, releasing her breasts. Roger leaned back to see his handiwork. As with Chun-Li before, stretch bridges of cum connected Tsunade’s breasts to each other, close to the center, her fair skin was a cum-blasted mess. \"Mmm... you marked them as your territory,\" she said, reaching down to scoop up some semen and knead it into her skin. \"You can come back at any time, you know.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"That’s right,\" came Chun-Li’s voice, looking at him submissively. \"My ass is your personal cum receptacle now.\" From her spot next to the table, she turned away from him and spread her cheeks, showing the fat strands and wads of his cum still plastering her buttocks and asshole. \"Why jerk off into a tissue when you have a couple cum toilets right here?\"\n\nRoger’s vision began to swim. The exertion, the sense of emptiness after those massive orgasms, had him feeling lightheaded. He wanted to ask a million questions - how did I get here in the first place, how do I get back, did my credit card get charged, what even is this place - but instead, he felt his mind slipping away, as if going under anesthesia. Chun-Li and Tsunade first blurred, then all was black.\n\n\"I want... to come back... and fuck your pussies!\" he moaned... and the, the tumbling of tin cans jolted him from the blackness, along with the wind on his face and the sounds of night life.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nRoger flailed his arms and looked around as his vision returned. He was laying in between trash bags at the end of an alley in Dogenzaka district, with no sign of the fireflies and paper lanterns that had led him on. The neon sign reading sekai no ma, or \"Between Worlds\", was also gone. \"What the fuck,\" he muttered, blinking and rubbing his eyes. Had it all been a dream after all? A dream of unbelievable lucidity, brought on by a spiked drink or some environmental agent?\n\nHad to be, he thought. He rose to his feet, then winced.\n\nHis balls were aching as if he’d been jerking off all day. And that wasn’t all. The fragrant scent of massage oil was wafting up from his skin.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nConfused, Roger gathered himself and stumbled back up the street.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Cindy:** \n * Appearance: Short stature, relatively modest breasts, red hair, green eyes.\n * Personality: Willing to try anything once, honest about her past experiences, playful, seductive, and affectionate.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned explicitly.\n * Relationships: In a relationship with her boyfriend, who is nice and patient.\n\n2. **Boyfriend:**\n * Appearance: Not described in detail.\n * Personality: Nice, patient, curious about anal sex, willing to try new things.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned explicitly.\n * Relationships: In a relationship with Cindy.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* Cindy's unique anatomical property, which attracts men, is her big, round ass.\n* Cindy's experience with anal sex is extensive, but she prefers not to advertise this.\n* Cindy's boyfriend is fascinated by anal sex and wants to try it with her.\n* Cindy enjoys teasing her boyfriend and playing games with him.\n* Cindy has a tendency to be blunt and honest, often catching her boyfriend off guard.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* Lube tube: Used for lubricating Cindy's anus before anal sex.\n* Remote control: Used to turn on the stereo and play music during intimate moments.\n* Stereo: Plays music during intimate moments.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* There are no explicit rules or systems mentioned in the story. However, it seems that there may be social expectations around relationships, intimacy, and communication.\n* The story implies that there are certain norms around discussing and engaging in anal sex.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* The story doesn't provide detailed information about the world beyond the characters' immediate surroundings.\n* It appears that the characters live in a modern society with access to technology (e.g., laptops, cell phones, stereos).\n* The story doesn't mention any specific cultural or societal context that might influence the characters' behaviors or interactions.\n\nOverall, the story focuses on the complex dynamics between Cindy and her boyfriend, exploring themes of intimacy, communication, and mutual desire. While there are some interesting character quirks and traits, the story lacks a broader sense of world-building or lore.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nCindy sighs. She’d been waiting for the inevitable, and her new boyfriend didn’t disappoint. Being a girl of short stature with relatively modest breasts, there is one particular feature of hers that tends to attract men more than any other. And much to her dismay, it isn’t her love of the arts and sciences, or her glasses that announce such things to the world. It is that which her mother gave her. Which, itself, does not refer to her penchant for emotional honesty, her taste for fantasy fiction or her appreciation of the scientific method, but instead to an anatomical property that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not refer to her red hair or her green eyes, typical familial traits that are inherited in simple genetic patterns that can be mapped out by Punnett squares, but instead to a property that is only indirectly inherited through a complex interaction of genetics, lifestyle and...\n\nIt’s her ass. She’s got a big, round ass. You could call it a big, fat, round ass, if she wasn’t in earshot. \n\nShe doesn’t mind particularly that the men who chat her up with sex or even a relationship in mind probably sneaked a peak at her from behind (though the cat calls and the weird, random sexual solicitations she could do without), but she never made the connection between admiring her rear end and wanting to put it in her butt. Unquestionably, that was the elephant in the room, whenever she asked a boyfriend if there was anything they wanted to try. She couldn’t quite understand the logical leap from like a big, round rump to wanting access to option number two. Still, Cindy was willing to try anything once. Or a few times. With each boyfriend.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWell, while she’d led her current boyfriend to believe that she’d never done such a thing before, this wasn’t entirely the truth. Or, anything like the truth. The reason for the deception was two-fold: first, because she didn’t want her relatively vast experience with the practice to mislead someone into thinking she was unbreakable, and second, because she didn’t want to cultivate a reputation as the type of girl that takes it up the bum. It was inevitable that she be asked, after all, and she didn’t think it was very fair to say no, arbitrarily, as she was perfectly capable of doing it. Still, she never wanted to hear that one of her guy-friends saw \"Cindy is an anal queen\" on a bathroom wall and would she very much mind confirming or denying that she \"took it in the arse?\" So she didn’t exactly want to admit to just anyone that she’d actually done it more times than anyone could reasonably keep count. \n\nAnd, yet again, her boyfriend of several months, who’d so far been the nicest and most patient man she’d ever been with, had brought up the issue in the roundabout fashion that men seem to mistake for subtlety. \n\n\"Isn’t it weird that anal sex is, you know, a thing?\" he had said, one lazy early-summer evening, while the fan in the room hummed and she lay silently in his lap, browsing through e-books on her laptop. It was probably the most abrupt way anyone had ever brought up buttsex to her, and she had to hold back laughter when she finally put together what he’d said. He was idly stroking her hair at the time, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the upper corner of the room, a blush evident.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Uhm... in what way?\"\n\n\"Well.\" he said, getting back on script, as if she’d just responded \"who’s there\" to \"knock-knock.\" \"It’s just that, it’s totally doable, you know? And there’s no real evolutionary purpose for it, right?\"\n\n\"It might be for male bonding,\" she had said, trying to hide how amusing she found it to derail his tortured interest probe, \"since pygmy chimpanzees do it for that and a bunch of other reasons, and historically, that’s how humans have used it, too. Bit of a chicken or egg, though, since the properties that make anal sex possible are basically just the properties of a functioning rectum.\"\n\nHe had nodded, utterly defeated, and had gone back to stroking her hair without saying anything. Taking pity on him, she’d given him an opportunity to follow up.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Why have you been thinking about it?\"\n\n\"Oh! It’s just, you know how it is. Brain misfires... just random stuff. I’ve just been thinking about it for a while. Trying to model... human behavior and, uh, sexuality. In my head.\"\n\n\"How’s that working out for you?\" she had said, stroking his chin with her fingers.\n\n\"Could be better,\" he’d said, deflating. \"So... you don’t think that men and women should, uh, do it?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Anal? I mean, I don’t think what ‘nature intended’ should really factor into it.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" he had said, a bit relieved, \"so, would you do it?\" He didn’t get around to saying the \"with me\" part, probably because he wanted a generic theoretical answer, first.\n\n\"Me? I... haven’t thought about it, much.\"\n\n\"Oh.\"\n\nAnd that had been the end of it. Cindy now knew that her boyfriend wanted to fuck her butt, and had desperately wanted to ask her about it. Looking back on it, she sighs again. What else can she do?\n\nThey’d gotten to the \"spare key\" stage pretty early, so she was waiting in his place for him to get home. She had spent the day eating the food in his fridge and hiding from the midsummer heat, because she didn’t handle heat very well, her body not being designed for shedding it. That was the principle: tall and skinny, sheds heat well, short and plump, you come from the subarctic.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nStill, though, she’s willing to make a sacrifice for him. She’s wearing her most formal jeans-and-tshirt combo, and a pair of heels that she’s certain she could last maybe three, four hours in. When she hears his key in the door,she positions herself in front of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the neck and plants a kiss on his lips.\n\n\"Happy Birthday,\" she says, while his eyes adjust to the darkness of the cave that she’s created for herself. He reaches over to the light-switch to turn it on.\n\n\"Hey, Cindy, I’ve been calling you all day. Is your cellphone dead again?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Uh... maybe.\"\n\nHe sighs. \"So, you want to go out tonight? It is my birthday,\" he says, exaggerating it. He had told her previously that he didn’t particularly care about his birthday, and didn’t really expect to receive gifts from people. \n\n\"We could go out...\" she says, still hugging close to him, her breath on his neck, \"if you want to. I’ve got a restaurant picked out... your favorite... my treat. And after, we could go see that new Ricci brothers movie you’ve been so excited about. And then we could buy a loaf of bread, and sit by the bay feeding the ducks until the sun sets...\"\n\nSlightly distracted by her seductive demeanor, he doesn’t respond at first, but after a moment, he seems to agree.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"...or... we could stay inside, and you could fuck my ass.\"\n\nHe freezes. He tries to read her expression for any sign of a \"got ya!\" but all he can notice is a faint, haughty smirk and a hint of anticipation. She suggested a romantic night out on the town, and he certainly wouldn’t mind going to his favorite restaurant, seeing the movie he’s been waiting to see for months, and then relaxing by the seaside... but... but... butt...\n\nShe doesn’t say anything to ease the tension. She watches his mind jumping through hoops. Watching him turn himself inside out was probably worth it. Had he heard her wrong? He suddenly becomes very aware of her weight sitting in his lap. His hands are on her back, but he could answer her without saying anything... but what made her change her mind? Had she changed her mind? Is it a trap?<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"We could... we could go to the movies...\" he says, half-committed to his decision.\n\n\"We could... but don’t you want to stick it in my pooper?\" she says, and he whimpers. \" I know you’ve been wanting to for... well, since you first told me, but I’m sure it’s been at least a little longer than that.\" \n\nHe remains silent. Again, she watches the wheels turning. Just as he’s about to speak, she slips off of his lap and turns away towards the door. \"Alright, movie it is,\" she says, walking deliberately away from him. Before she has a chance to turn and see his reaction, his arms are around her, and he pulls her towards him with so much force that she’s nearly lifted off her feet.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"H-hey!\" she admonishes, not wanting to lose control of the situation. He lessens his grip, somewhat, and starts to kiss at her neck, apparently under the impression that he should be doing his best to romance her. She appreciates the effort.\n\nShe bends over to touch her toes and is nearly knocked to the floor in thanks, as he nearly barrels her over in his excitement. \"Let’s... ungh... go over to the bed,\" she stammers out while he humps her from behind. He releases his hold on her, and blinks half-mindedly, as if recovering from a daze.\n\n\"Is this for real?\" he says, though out of genuine incredulity or boyish glee she isn’t sure.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"No promises,\" she says, draping her arms around his neck again, leaning up to kiss him, \"but if you play your cards right,\" she continues, turning around with her arms still embracing him.\n\n\"What do I have to do?\" he says, and the way he says it makes her consider giving him a list of her enemies. She walks over to his bedroom door, and leans against the frame.\n\n\"Kiss me,\" she says, with a bit more hesitance than she thought she would.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe expects him to bound over to her in a single step and smash his lips into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, walks over to where she is, leans low and kisses her softly. She closes her eyes, and puts her hand on his chest.\n\n\"Not there,\" she says, though with less of an edge than she thought she would, when they part. She’s not sure if it’s because he’s trying to \"play his cards right,\" as she’d suggested, but the way he’s acting is making it difficult for her to keep the breaks on.\n\nWhich is to his advantage, as the very next thing she knows, she’s face-up on the bed, and her shirt is off. So is his. She’s halfway between the headboard and the foot of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her legs up. She motions to unfasten her pants, but he’s already done it, and is now pulling at her pant legs, taking off her underwear simultaneously. He doesn’t even bother to remove her socks before she feels his breath on her sensitive parts. She absentmindedly places her hand on his head, urging him forward, and when his tongue makes first contact she grips at the sheets, having already worked herself up more than intended. Her heart is racing and her lips are trembling. She squeezes him with her thighs while he licks her up and down, soft and teasing at first, and then growing more and more insistent, pausing occasionally to try and thrust the tip up inside of her vagina. To his credit, he manages to keep his focus there, showing a greater level of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her petite upper body in ecstasy while her lower half keeps him pinned in place, her wet warmth robbing him of breath, while he ignores any and all discomfort in favor of continuing his pace, which stays steadily even as she grows more and more tense, ever more and more soaking. If he needs to come up for air, her thighs are ensuring that he can if and when she gets what she wants. And she does, as her body goes completely tense, and he feels her legs constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her face in a pillow and moans heavily, her first orgasm of the night a short, intense one.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Cindy:** \n * Appearance: Short stature, relatively modest breasts, red hair, green eyes.\n * Personality: Willing to try anything once, honest about her past experiences, playful, seductive, and affectionate.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned explicitly.\n * Relationships: In a relationship with her boyfriend, who is nice and patient.\n\n2. **Boyfriend:**\n * Appearance: Not described in detail.\n * Personality: Nice, patient, curious about anal sex, willing to try new things.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned explicitly.\n * Relationships: In a relationship with Cindy.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* Cindy's unique anatomical property, which attracts men, is her big, round ass.\n* Cindy's experience with anal sex is extensive, but she prefers not to advertise this.\n* Cindy's boyfriend is fascinated by anal sex and wants to try it with her.\n* Cindy enjoys teasing her boyfriend and playing games with him.\n* Cindy has a tendency to be blunt and honest, often catching her boyfriend off guard.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* Lube tube: Used for lubricating Cindy's anus before anal sex.\n* Remote control: Used to turn on the stereo and play music during intimate moments.\n* Stereo: Plays music during intimate moments.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* There are no explicit rules or systems mentioned in the story. However, it seems that there may be social expectations around relationships, intimacy, and communication.\n* The story implies that there are certain norms around discussing and engaging in anal sex.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* The story doesn't provide detailed information about the world beyond the characters' immediate surroundings.\n* It appears that the characters live in a modern society with access to technology (e.g., laptops, cell phones, stereos).\n* The story doesn't mention any specific cultural or societal context that might influence the characters' behaviors or interactions.\n\nOverall, the story focuses on the complex dynamics between Cindy and her boyfriend, exploring themes of intimacy, communication, and mutual desire. While there are some interesting character quirks and traits, the story lacks a broader sense of world-building or lore.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHer eyes still adjusting to the post-orgasm world, she looks down at him between her legs, and remembers what it is she agreed to. Were it not his birthday, she would have little hesitation asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and fishes through his nightstand for the tube of lube that she’d hidden there previously. If he notices this forethought, he doesn’t mention it, and instead rubs his face ungracefully against her backside, taking special care to kiss her beauty mark, which he’d already confessed was his favorite spot of hers. Having a conspicuous spot on the part of her that men were already particularly focused on made her self-conscious, as knowing she had a mark there was an embarrassing tidbit that always seemed to make its way through the grapevine, like it was the only important thing to talk about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lube, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it. \n\nA squirting noise, and then in short order, his hands are working between her cheeks, making her backside as sticky and lubricated as the front.\n\n\"Easy now,\" she says, having regained her composure, and having previously learned the danger letting a lover get too excited prior to the actual buttsex.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe doesn’t feel him for a second, and turns to see what he’s doing. He’s hesitating.\n\n\"Do you... want to be on top? It might be easier, you know, if you can control it...\"\n\n\"What? Oh... sure,\" she says, flipping over, trying not to get lube on the sheets. He leans back, and she crawls over to him. He watches her hips sway side to side as she crawls, and she climbs on top of him, and sits on the base of his cock. Her cheeks are sticky, and she can feel him erect against her tailbone, but he hasn’t lubed himself yet.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You need to lube yourself up, too,\" she says, taking the bottle from him. She squeezes out a handful, reaches behind her, and grabs hold of his shaft, running her hand up and down it. He moans at the touch, and she notices that he’s harder than he’s ever been. She also makes a note that, despite her history, this will be the biggest one she’s done anal with. Most girls wouldn’t let him NEAR them with that thing if that was his intention, but here she is lubing up the full length of it. She hopes that he appreciates the effort, as well.\n\n\"Now, no sudden thrusting, okay?\" she says, and waits for him to nod. Instead, he gets a funny look on his face.\n\n\"Have you... done this before?\"\n\nThe question catches her off-guard, and she just sits in stunned silence for a second. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the tension, but her cheeks redden. He looks her up and down, as if deliberately \"resizing\" her, and so to steal back the reins, she pushes him over, and sits up, holding his cock underneath her.\n\n\"Here,\" she says, emphasizing \"here\" by putting him up to her puckered anus, \"I’ll show you how it’s done.\" With that, she starts to lower her weight onto it, but the head is too large for immediate entry. She watches him watch her with intense interest, as she pushes the tip of his cock up against the entrance to paradise. He grabs hold of her waist, and for a brief, terrible instant she thinks he’s going to pull her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it easier for her to hold up her own weight. She smiles a clumsy smile of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her body and pushing out, but his big, stubborn dick refuses to go. In frustration, she presses harder than she knows she should, and she yelps with success as it pops into place, her anal sphincter simultaneously held open by and clasping onto his upper shaft. Her breath becomes erratic and she grunts a bit in discomfort as she gets used to the challenge of it, but he doesn’t take much notice in his reverie. She takes her hand off of it – her sphincter is doing a fine job holding it in place, and puts her hands on his chest, steadying herself at that height above him. She breathes in through her teeth, as does he, but for different reasons. When she finally does start to move, only a tiny bit, he lets out a loud moan of appreciation, and she smiles in spite of it.\n\nShe gradually uses the movement to open her up, so she can lower herself onto it. Because he’s holding her up partly, she’s having an easier time of the cowgirl position than she had in the past, since having to hold herself up and relax her muscles at the same time was nearly impossible. Still, his size is an obstacle, and she’s glad that he’s smart enough not to make fun of the face that she’s making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed sensation of his oversized member. Still, she doesn’t like the way he seems to enjoy seeing her sweat and grit her way through it. He does find it a little funny, and a little cute, but he keeps that to himself. Instead, when she’s about halfway down, he whispers \"I love you,\" and she slaps him hard on the chest. He flinches, and in playful retaliation, he sits up, places a hand in the small of her back, and then slaps at her big, fat cheek with the other. She yips, more out of surprise than anything, because he didn’t really put any force behind it, but as revenge she bites gently into his shoulder. This proves to be a miscalculation, as the ante-raising doesn’t end there, and he slaps her again, more of a true spank now, and then again. She bites him less playfully, but doesn’t actually tell him to stop, and so he holds his hand a long way off to the side, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning sting of it before she hears the thunderclap, and the jolt in her loins as she comes to discover something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his shoulder, more out of reflex than spite, and then releases him. He rubs at the bitemark, and sees that she her eyes are tearing up.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Are you alright?\" he says, concerned, not realizing that a combination of a shock, pain and little bit of cumming caused the tears, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn’t want to have him feel bad about it, and partly because she’s a little drunk on lust, she responds in a wordless way that raises the stakes tremendously, as she puts her hands on her own cheeks (feeling the warmth on the left one), and starts to sink down on him. She looks at him between matted bangs, biting her lip and maintaining eye contact while she slides down over him, or while she takes him inside, depending on the perspective. She nearly takes the whole thing from half of it, and she knew it would be uncomfortable, as she grits her teeth and sucks in air and her rectum protests, but the pain is surprisingly invigorating, and the look on his face would be impossible otherwise. Her insides are churning, telling her to expel the intruder, who has much too much girth for a petite girl like her, and far too long for just about anyone, but what did her insides ever do for her, anyway? She looks down at him, breathing heavily, shaking a bit.\n\n\"Say it again,\" she says, sweetly.\n\n\"I love you,\" he says, straining a bit from the sensation, but still as sweetly as he can in kind.\n\n\"You mean that?\" she says, starting to move, slightly, again, placing her hands on his chest again.\n\nWithout warning, he pulls her up by the hips, and they separate, him popping free of her ass with a comical finger-in-mouth noise, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden exit makes her rings spasm, and she’s about to chastise him until she sees that his face is composed and certain.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I love you,\" he says, again, and pulls her onto his chest, holding her head against it. \n\n\"I love you too,\" she says, and is about to fall deep into the moment until she remembers what they were doing. She pushes herself up, again, into her sitting position, and then lines his cock up with her entrance again. \"Now, you don’t belong there,\" she says, pushing his head back inside, and then rearing up. \"You belong in here.\"\n\nShe starts to ride up and down, longer strides now than she had before, and he grabs onto her waist again, but this time he takes a more active role. She knows that if they do this often enough, she’ll be able to fit snugly around him with only minor discomfort, and then they can really go wild, but for now, she’s still keeping him to an even, half-shaft pace. Still, he presses up against her walls with a force, as she’s too tight to accommodate how thick he is. Another girl might consider them mismatched lovers, what with his fat cock and her necessarily petite, taut options, but Cindy isn’t a quitter.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe wonders why she keeps acquiescing to these requests, aside from just her good nature and her desire to keep her partners satisfied in all the ways she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another stiff cock in her ass, when she could have just stuck to her guns and ignored it. Of course, while she doesn’t like to admit it, she knows the real reason why. She knows her body’s best feature, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes crazy for it. Most of all, though, she knows that she likes the feeling of it disappearing up her chute, over and over again, or she wouldn’t be able to stand how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.\n\nHe has her stop for a second, which leaves them in the awkward position of having him inside of her ass while she sits on him, still, while he fumbles around on the floor for something, which amuses her. He comes back up with a remote in hand, and uses it to turn on the stereo. He clicks it a few more times, and starts playing one of her favorite songs. Without saying another word, they resume their pace. \n\nShe thinks that it’s a sweet, romantic gesture... until she notices what he’s using the bass beat for... and then she has to admit that it’s kind of hot. She also likes the position, as from a doggy style position (which is what guys usually request), she has to stimulate herself, and from any reverse position, she can’t watch her boyfriend’s face while she’s coaxing it out of him. She also likes that he’s helping her do the work, which all in all, means that she’s enjoying it quite a bit. She can’t have the full sheet-ripping orgasms from before, but she feels herself building to something all the same.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Cindy:** \n * Appearance: Short stature, relatively modest breasts, red hair, green eyes.\n * Personality: Willing to try anything once, honest about her past experiences, playful, seductive, and affectionate.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned explicitly.\n * Relationships: In a relationship with her boyfriend, who is nice and patient.\n\n2. **Boyfriend:**\n * Appearance: Not described in detail.\n * Personality: Nice, patient, curious about anal sex, willing to try new things.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned explicitly.\n * Relationships: In a relationship with Cindy.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* Cindy's unique anatomical property, which attracts men, is her big, round ass.\n* Cindy's experience with anal sex is extensive, but she prefers not to advertise this.\n* Cindy's boyfriend is fascinated by anal sex and wants to try it with her.\n* Cindy enjoys teasing her boyfriend and playing games with him.\n* Cindy has a tendency to be blunt and honest, often catching her boyfriend off guard.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* Lube tube: Used for lubricating Cindy's anus before anal sex.\n* Remote control: Used to turn on the stereo and play music during intimate moments.\n* Stereo: Plays music during intimate moments.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* There are no explicit rules or systems mentioned in the story. However, it seems that there may be social expectations around relationships, intimacy, and communication.\n* The story implies that there are certain norms around discussing and engaging in anal sex.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* The story doesn't provide detailed information about the world beyond the characters' immediate surroundings.\n* It appears that the characters live in a modern society with access to technology (e.g., laptops, cell phones, stereos).\n* The story doesn't mention any specific cultural or societal context that might influence the characters' behaviors or interactions.\n\nOverall, the story focuses on the complex dynamics between Cindy and her boyfriend, exploring themes of intimacy, communication, and mutual desire. While there are some interesting character quirks and traits, the story lacks a broader sense of world-building or lore.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWithout thinking, she coos \"right there...\" to him a few times, and he responds by putting his hand underneath where she’s rubbing against him. Him touching her clit sets her off, and she sighs through a small, satisfying one, constricting around him involuntarily in the middle of it.\n\nHe’s smugger than before. \"You like it in your ass, don’t you?\" he says, reaching up to her face, and slipping a finger into her mouth. If it wasn’t his birthday, she’d give him a piece of her mind, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn’t want him getting too full of himself, but a little riding high was good for anybody. In the past, a few guys had played up the \"you’re a little whore\" angle too strongly, and she’d left them high and dry. Right now, though, she didn’t want to have a prideful temper tantrum, along the lines of standing up just as he’s about to finish, as if to say \"I’m taking my butt and going home.\"\n\nInstead, seeing that he’s quickly approaching his limit, and is trying to stammer out that he’s about to fire off like a geyser, she has a different ending in mind. He dutifully gave hers, without hesitation or complaint, and so she’s more than willing to return the favor, a final birthday gift that he won’t soon forget. At the height of his stroke, nearly slipping free, she sits down, or perhaps more accurately slides down, burying him in all the way, nearly sitting on his sack while he’s suddenly now pushing open twelve inches of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to feel it in the morning. Her soft weight is resting down on him, and while normally she’d be a bit self-conscious about it, in that state, with him lodged in her most vulnerable place, she looks down on his face, covered in sweat and contorted in ecstasy, and has a quiet moment of triumph all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter around his base, and his eyes nearly roll up into his head. She enjoys knowing that with just a quick few squeezes, she could squeeze it out of him like toothpaste. Or lube. She considers saying \"yes, I like it in my ass. Don’t you?\" but decides to save that for another time. Instead, she rears up, all of her weight supported on her big round tush, pressing it down on his pole, and feigns concern. \"What’s the matter?\" she says, shaking her hips and butt a bit, knowing that he’s in absolutely no position to answer. She stretches and turns to look back at where he’s penetrating her, and she can see that his cock is pulsing at the base. A twin pair of devil and angel appear on her bare shoulders and tell her both to stand immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling moment longer, and she’s not even sure which is which. It’s quickly a moot point, however, as though the pair of figures remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his face a second before she can actually feel him erupt in her ass, a sudden impact, and then building pressure, as he fills her now-sticky bowels with a desperate deluge of thick, teased-out sludge. She suddenly finds it difficult to breath, and she realizes that in his excitement, he’s squeezing her waist so tightly that she’s locked in place. She feels a little twinge of embarrassment at his eagerness, and a little bit of pride, and more than a little bit of excitement, herself, knowing that she’d have no choice in the matter if she had decided differently. Then again, she’d already made her choice, and once it was made, he didn’t have a chance to pick out an alternate ending. She thinks to warn him that he’s hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her down from her position on high, bringing her face close to his.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe pulls her face away from him, and he kisses her neck in unconscious desire. \"You want to kiss my face while you’re shooting in my ass?\" He grabs her by the nape of the neck and pulls her into a kiss that she barely fights before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the sorts of names he’s picking out for her in his head as he frenches her while nutting in her butt. Still, his kiss is affectionate, and she can’t fault a boy for wanting to think of her in that way while literally further in her than a thermometer. She wouldn’t let him see her blush, though.\n\nWhen the twitching stops, and he’s filled her up as much as she can, to the point where she can feel it sloshing around, she kisses him again. \"Did you like it?\" she says, knowing that anyone would have a hard time giving him a better experience with anal.\n\n\"When can we do it again?\" he says, eyes lightning up, and she grabs his chin and shakes his head.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Now you’ll have something to look forward to your next birthday for,\" she says, eyes narrowing, and she can see his terror. \"Maybe Christmas, if you’re good.\"\n\n\"But... I thought... did you not like it?\"\n\nShe sighs. \"I’m kidding. Yeah, I liked it... just don’t get any ideas. I only let gentleman fuck my ass.\"\n\nHe smiles. \"My lady, you will find that I am of the highest order of gentleman,\" he says, and then reaches behind her to slap her ass again. \"Sometimes.\"\n\n\"That’s fine,\" she says, running her finger along his chest until it touches his hand, \"you’ll find that I am of the highest order of lady,\" she says, taking his finger into her mouth, and sucking the tip, \"sometimes.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I... yeah,\" he says, still shellshocked. \n\nShe looks behind her again, and then back at him. \"You ready to come out?\"\n\n\"Yep.\"\n\nShe leans forward, and pulls him out slowly. The head pops free like a champagne cork, and she resists the urge to let his copious gift follow. It will take her a bit to get back to a less open state, and as it is, she’s glad she didn’t have a big lunch. Like clockwork, and just like all the others, he eagerly requests to see his handiwork. She pushes aside the thought that he resembles a fresh-faced young boy who had a new toy to play with, noting that she’d probably have to admonish him after all was said and done that her puckered anus is, in fact, not a toy. A bit indignant, as is her usual demeanor directly before, during and after a rump-roast, she spins around on him, reversing the position, which she liked to think of as \"slutty cowgirl.\" She sat on his abdomen, which was hard, with her backside, which was soft, and she had to admit that the odd skin-on-skin contact was pleasant. She knew he was running his eyes up and down her body, or at least, up to the small of her back. Looking over her shoulder, she confirms her suspicion, as he makes no attempt to look up at her face. She rubs her bottom on him, and he finally meets her eyes. \n\n\"This is what you want to see, right?\" she says, rolling her eyes, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his ankles, hiking her rear-end up in the process. She shakes it in his face, and swears she can feel him release more cum onto her stomach as a result. He gets an eyeful of the full, naked moon that he’d been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a proper view of the place where he’d left behind a few billion sperm. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as indignant as its owner, and for a brief flash imitates the amount it was forced open when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his request, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a chance to stick his finger inside. She thinks that his tool can’t be much smaller than a fist, but she’d rather not bet her ass on it. When she starts to walk over toward the bathroom, he lunges after her, hugging his face to her rear. Before he has a chance to motorboat it, like some kind of moron, she spins to face him, and instead he grabs around hips (his hands, of course, finding their way to her cheeks) and holds onto her. She pats his head, half-affectionately, half-impatiently, and he eventually relinquishes his bear-hug. Her legs wobbly, her knees slightly knocked, she marches ungracefully to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She could hear him half-heartedly complaining that she wasn’t being very romantic, and she muttered to herself that if he put it in her front, their lovemaking wouldn’t conclude with a passionate trip to sit on the toilet and drop his load a second time. She feels his sperm swimming around in her belly, getting anxious, so she takes a seat, and waits for his birthday present to finish its journey.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Bavis**: \n - Appearance: Wears leather armor.\n - Personality: Young, anxious, enthusiastic about monster hunting, and eager to join the Gaping Skull guild.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: None mentioned in the provided text.\n\n2. **Edward (Overseer)**:\n - Appearance: Hunched, wears black robes with arcane sigils and occult trinkets, has a shining codpiece bearing the silver demon skull insignia of the Gaping Skull.\n - Personality: Strict, demanding, experienced, and knowledgeable about monster hunting.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: Experienced leader, Historian of Depravity, knows Levalin (the slime girl).\n\n3. **Levalin (Slime Girl)**:\n - Appearance: Semi-transparent dark blue fluid, rare kind of slime girl, wears a maid's outfit.\n - Personality: Calm, collected, and seemingly uninterested in Bavis or other matters.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: Assistant to Edward, skilled in combat (as shown by her punching Bavis), familiar with the Overseer.\n\n4. **Iron Hog**:\n - Appearance: Massive size, six feet tall and almost 300 pounds, wears custom-built armor, helmet shaped like a tusked boar.\n - Personality: Passionate about elves, brutal, determined, driven by instinct.\n - Special Abilities: Unrelenting endurance, strength, smell, ability to sense elf presence and arousal.\n - Relationships: Member of the Gaping Skull, contracted by the dwarves to siege the elven kingdom.\n\n5. **Cithreal Walwynn**:\n - Appearance: High elf, blonde hair, golden eyes, white silk dress, thin figure.\n - Personality: Adventurous, confident, passionate, initially resistant to the Iron Hog but eventually succumbs to pleasure.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: Famous bard, wife, mother, and owner of a loving husband who is weak and inadequate for her needs.\n\n6. **Elven Husband**:\n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Weak, inadequate, loving, and concerned for his family's well-being.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: Married to Cithreal, father of an unnamed son.\n\n7. **Elven Son**:\n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Not described in detail.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: Son of the Elven Husband and Cithreal.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Monster harems:** Serious business in this world, with members of the Gaping Skull entitled to living spoils of conquered lands.\n2. **Elf-layering:** A unique aspect of the Iron Hog's personality, where he seeks to claim and possess elves as part of his harem.\n3. **Smell:** The Iron Hog has a keen sense of smell, which allows him to detect and track elves.\n4. **Strength and Endurance:** The Iron Hog possesses incredible physical strength and endurance, allowing him to breach fortifications and engage in prolonged battles.\n5. **The Gaping Skull Guild:** A group of adventurers focused on monster hunting and collecting harems of beautiful monster girls.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Guild Codpiece:** A badge of membership for the Gaping Skull, bearing the silver demon skull insignia.\n2. **Mace:** The Iron Hog's primary weapon, used as a blunt club due to its massive size and weight.\n3. **Armor:** Custom-built for the Iron Hog's massive frame, providing protection during battle.\n4. **Helmet:** Shaped like a tusked boar, worn by the Iron Hog for protection and intimidation.\n5. **Dress:** Cithreal's white silk dress, which she wears during her initial encounter with the Iron Hog.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **The World of Profus:** A continent with diverse geography, politics, and cultures, including the elven kingdom of Ellis.\n2. **Magic and Supernatural Elements:** Not explicitly stated in the provided text, but implied through the existence of magical creatures and abilities.\n3. **Warfare and Siege Tactics:** The dwarves' use of siege engines and tactics, such as cutting down trees to fortify walls, demonstrates their military capabilities.\n4. **Harems and Ownership:** Members of the Gaping Skull are entitled to collect and own harems of beautiful monster girls, with the Iron Hog being a prime example.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The world of Profus features diverse landscapes, including forests, mountains, and cities.\n2. **Politics:** The elven kingdom of Ellis is at war with the dwarves, who seek to conquer and claim the land.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** Elves are depicted as having a complex social structure, with nobles and bards holding positions of power and respect.\n4. **Laws and Customs:** The rights and customs of the Gaping Skull, including the concept of monster harems and ownership, shape the behavior and interactions between characters in this world.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nLittle Bavis sweat beneath his leather armor. This was not on account of the heat, it was noon and yet a cool breeze passed through the guildhall, but instead from the dread. He knew the first member of his harem would determine his eligibility into the greater monster hunter guild the north-western continent of Profus had ever seen: the Gaping Skull. Tapestries depicting the Skull’s heroes of old anointed the walls elaborately carved wooden walls. Each hero was surrounded by beautiful women of every monstrous variety. A door opened at the far end. An old hunched man approached Little Bavis. Upon seeing the elder scholar, a trembling began in the recruit’s chest all the way down to his ankles. He knew he could not have a more strict or demanding Overseer than the man before him. Infamously known as Edward, the Historian of Depravity, he wore several black robes with arcane sigils and several occult trinkets on his gaunt hunched person. Most obvious of all was the shinning codpiece that bore the silver demon skull insignia of the guild. All in the Skull had one as their badge of membership. Beside him was his ever present assistant. She was a woman made of semi-transparent dark blue fluid, a rare kind of slime girl. Her figure pushed the maid’s outfit she was wearing to its limits and her body’s composition caused it to jiggle excessively with every step. Little Bavis swallowed hard at the thought of the woman he had brought in comparison.\n\n\"What is this?\" The Overseer demanded. His voice was dry like parchment and wicked like scrawled blasphemies.\n\n\"Th-This is the first member of my h-harem, sir!\" Little Bavis answered too loudly. In his anxious haste his voice cracked causing his companion to scoff. Edward looked up and down the wood elf standing next to the young leather-clad recruit. She was easily twice his age in elf years and four times that in human ones. She had a thin figure who’s posture revealed no interest in Little Bavis or anything else for that matter. The tall brunette languidly looked at Edward. She was absent-mindedly picking something from her teeth.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Hello again Levalin.\" \"Master Overseer.\" She replied with the barest attempt at a curtsey. Little Bavis flew into a panicked confusion at how the two could know each other. The Historian of Depravity reached into his robes and pulled out a small pouch of gold coins, counting them before tossing them to the woman in barmaid dress. She casually lifted up a hand to catch the coin purse and then, swift as a sparrow, drove that fist into the stomach of Little Bavis. \"OUGH!\"\n\n\"That was a test boy! You’re a disgrace!\" The Overseer railed as the brown-haired hireling left the guildhall counting her coins. \"The Gaping Skull is not a bring-a-friend-you-just-met tavern. It is a guild. A guild for adventurers that burn with a yearning for life’s greatest pleasure: a harem of beautiful monster girls!\" The old man was riled up now. He was rubbing his temples in abject frustration. \"And you call that an elf?? Where was her elegance? Where was her pride? Where was the inextinguishable purity? Where was the ASS, boy!?\" The raving old man spat on the recruit still doubled over in pain. \"You know NOTHING of elves! You think any barmaid with pointed ears will do for the Gaping Skull??\" The Historian of Depravity hobbled back to his assistant whose inky liquid stretched from the pool at her feet to form a similarly semi-liquid chair. He took a seat facing the whimpering recruit. \"So you like elves? Then let me tell you a tale of the greatest elf-layer Profus -nay THE WORLD- has ever seen before I send you off.\" He settled into the wobbling seat with his eyes fixed on the stammering recruit, \"He was six feet tall and almost three hundred pounds. He wore a helmet in the shape of a tusked boar. His name was the Iron Hog and he was man with a passion for elves. \" \n\nThe dwarves were laying siege to Ellis, the elven nation to the north but their advance had been stopped by the elves’ unsurprising ability to be comfortable staying still and doing nothing for long periods of time. All the sieges of the major cities were at a standstill and the dwarves no longer had the manpower to hold the line and continue pushing north. They turned to the Gaping Skull and we sent them the best man for the job.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nTo call the Iron Hog a man would be a generosity he would scoff at. He was a putrid beast of a person whose armor needed to be built custom to accommodate his massive gut. Armed with a blunt mace that was used more as a two-handed club and a truly unrelenting endurance, he was insurmountable in battle. Most overbearing was the smell of the man who refused to remove said armor to sleep or bathe. He was a living, panting, stinking siege engine and all of us in the Gaping Skull knew he loved it. The only thing he loved more than his own capacity for destruction were elves. When I asked him if he wanted the job on the southern front of the elven war he dropped the full roast beast he was loudly devouring onto the floor and asked me to repeat myself as though he could not believe it. Once I did he shoved me aside and nearly took the front door of its hinges, panting and squealing with excitement. He was unstoppable and that was exactly what the dwarves needed.\n\nDays later when the Iron Hog pushed his way into the war council’s tent the dwarven men were disgusted and nearly sent him away. He gestured to his massive demon skull codpiece and assured them that he was in the right place. They had hired a member of the Skull and he was our representative. Begrudgingly, they welcomed him in and explained the situation to him. The small elven town to the north, Tremlin, was the target of their present siege. They knew the elves were desperate because they had cut down trees to fortify the already existing naturally grown wall surrounding them. The gate and surrounding wall were not only several dozens of feet tall but impossibly thick. They explained that the elves inside were mostly civilians, untrained mothers and daughters, and they wanted to take the place without the excessive loss of life they would reap from burning the whole town down. At the end sharing this, or maybe even before, the dwarven commander was shocked to see the Iron Hog had vanished.\n\nSquealing, howling, and sprinting down the forest hill with an excitement between that of a madman and a child, the Iron Hog rushed the town’s fortified wooden gate, iron club in hand. The elves on guard at the top of the wall were surprised by the sudden noise and hurriedly went to their bows. Upon seeing the Iron Hog, however, they did not bother wasting an arrow on what they thought was a single solider. They were fools. The deafening snapping of timber awoke all in Tremlin and the dwarven encampment. With one strike the Iron Hog had severely damaged the gate. He was panting like a beast at this point. He would often say he could smell the elves that were most his type. Those simultaneously most pure and more depraved. He smelled that sweet aroma coming from within the village and he would not be denied it. His great iron club was pulled back and with another mighty swing the gate was knocked open and broken beyond repair.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Bavis**: \n - Appearance: Wears leather armor.\n - Personality: Young, anxious, enthusiastic about monster hunting, and eager to join the Gaping Skull guild.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: None mentioned in the provided text.\n\n2. **Edward (Overseer)**:\n - Appearance: Hunched, wears black robes with arcane sigils and occult trinkets, has a shining codpiece bearing the silver demon skull insignia of the Gaping Skull.\n - Personality: Strict, demanding, experienced, and knowledgeable about monster hunting.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: Experienced leader, Historian of Depravity, knows Levalin (the slime girl).\n\n3. **Levalin (Slime Girl)**:\n - Appearance: Semi-transparent dark blue fluid, rare kind of slime girl, wears a maid's outfit.\n - Personality: Calm, collected, and seemingly uninterested in Bavis or other matters.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: Assistant to Edward, skilled in combat (as shown by her punching Bavis), familiar with the Overseer.\n\n4. **Iron Hog**:\n - Appearance: Massive size, six feet tall and almost 300 pounds, wears custom-built armor, helmet shaped like a tusked boar.\n - Personality: Passionate about elves, brutal, determined, driven by instinct.\n - Special Abilities: Unrelenting endurance, strength, smell, ability to sense elf presence and arousal.\n - Relationships: Member of the Gaping Skull, contracted by the dwarves to siege the elven kingdom.\n\n5. **Cithreal Walwynn**:\n - Appearance: High elf, blonde hair, golden eyes, white silk dress, thin figure.\n - Personality: Adventurous, confident, passionate, initially resistant to the Iron Hog but eventually succumbs to pleasure.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: Famous bard, wife, mother, and owner of a loving husband who is weak and inadequate for her needs.\n\n6. **Elven Husband**:\n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Weak, inadequate, loving, and concerned for his family's well-being.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: Married to Cithreal, father of an unnamed son.\n\n7. **Elven Son**:\n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Not described in detail.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: Son of the Elven Husband and Cithreal.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Monster harems:** Serious business in this world, with members of the Gaping Skull entitled to living spoils of conquered lands.\n2. **Elf-layering:** A unique aspect of the Iron Hog's personality, where he seeks to claim and possess elves as part of his harem.\n3. **Smell:** The Iron Hog has a keen sense of smell, which allows him to detect and track elves.\n4. **Strength and Endurance:** The Iron Hog possesses incredible physical strength and endurance, allowing him to breach fortifications and engage in prolonged battles.\n5. **The Gaping Skull Guild:** A group of adventurers focused on monster hunting and collecting harems of beautiful monster girls.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Guild Codpiece:** A badge of membership for the Gaping Skull, bearing the silver demon skull insignia.\n2. **Mace:** The Iron Hog's primary weapon, used as a blunt club due to its massive size and weight.\n3. **Armor:** Custom-built for the Iron Hog's massive frame, providing protection during battle.\n4. **Helmet:** Shaped like a tusked boar, worn by the Iron Hog for protection and intimidation.\n5. **Dress:** Cithreal's white silk dress, which she wears during her initial encounter with the Iron Hog.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **The World of Profus:** A continent with diverse geography, politics, and cultures, including the elven kingdom of Ellis.\n2. **Magic and Supernatural Elements:** Not explicitly stated in the provided text, but implied through the existence of magical creatures and abilities.\n3. **Warfare and Siege Tactics:** The dwarves' use of siege engines and tactics, such as cutting down trees to fortify walls, demonstrates their military capabilities.\n4. **Harems and Ownership:** Members of the Gaping Skull are entitled to collect and own harems of beautiful monster girls, with the Iron Hog being a prime example.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The world of Profus features diverse landscapes, including forests, mountains, and cities.\n2. **Politics:** The elven kingdom of Ellis is at war with the dwarves, who seek to conquer and claim the land.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** Elves are depicted as having a complex social structure, with nobles and bards holding positions of power and respect.\n4. **Laws and Customs:** The rights and customs of the Gaping Skull, including the concept of monster harems and ownership, shape the behavior and interactions between characters in this world.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"They’ve breached the gates!\" The few elven soldiers yelled but it would not be louder than the triumphant war cries of the dwarven infantrymen pouring into the city. The Iron Hog, however, had his own mission. As typical of our contracts, guild members are entitled to the living (or undead) spoils of the conquered. A shining example of Gaping Skull ethos, the Iron Hog bound through the chaos in search of his prize. He brought his helm’s iron boar nose to the sky and breathed in deeply through his mask. He would then dart with startlingly speed in pursuit of the intoxicating aroma of elven lust. He crushed any remaining guards beneath his feet and club without a second thought. I am told from some dwarven infantrymen that were present that he was breathing so heavily and so desperately through his nostrils that the sound echoed from his massive helm like a swine grunting. \"Too thin...too short...no...not right...move. Move! Get out of my way!\" He stuttered and roared. The Iron Hog was like a man possessed and yet the only one driven by purpose in the sea of screaming chaos.\n\nHe found what he was looking for in what I am told was once the wealthy part of town. A large wooden manor seated near the center of the townscape. The sudden crack and subsequent snapping of the door was nothing compared to the gate he had caved-in outside but it must have startled the family inside. When the Iron Hog forced his way passed the doorframe built for slender Elves he found a small family cowering inside. He entered, hunger incarnate, and at the end of the lavish living room he beheld his prize. Behind an elven man dressed in fine silks and a young elven boy dressed in the same, each carrying knives, was a woman who looked the combination of the two. The mother of the household. The obviously older but still ageless elven gentleman said something in Elvish but the Iron Boar spoke nothing of the language. He pointed at the woman fearfully standing behind the two quivering men. The elder looked at the younger one, his son, and ran forward recklessly, screaming with his blade. The Iron Hog merely swung a gauntlet-laden fist and knocked the fool almost into the next room. The son dropped his blade in panic and ran to his father. Finally, our kinsman could gaze upon his prize unobscured.\n\nThe high elven woman stood just beneath the height of her intruder. She wore a white silk dress clasped around her neck with a wooden ring, falling loosely down her front while exposing her light fair shoulders and arms, only to be bound again by a thin leather belt before splitting into two sections and exposing the sides of her long legs. Her bare slender back was to the wall and she grasped at it in fear. Looking at him with caution in her golden eyes she spoke in the Common tongue. \"Wh-What do you want with us, you brute?\" Her voice was melodic, pointed, intentional, like that of a trained orator or singer. The terror of the intrusion did nothing to rattle her appearance. Her blonde hair was still perfectly in place with a single elaborate braid falling down her shoulder.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Mmph...\" The beast grunted, \"You.\" And he once again lifted a finger this time explicitly to her full round breasts.\n\n\"Me?? With you? Surely there must be something el-\" Her protest was cut off by the one handed swing of Iron Hog’s club into the perfectly manicured wooden floor cratering it with a horrific crack. Several instruments and trophies mounted shelves fell over with a deafening clatter. The woman gulped hard and approached. \"If I do this. Will you...spare my family?\" The Iron Hog only grunted in reply. She dropped to her knees. Her thin hands were quivering as she placed them down to support herself. \"Your name.\" The low panting voice above her declared more than asked. \"Ah! M-My name is Cithreal. Cithreal Walwynn.\" Her confidence returning, \"Maybe you have heard of me? I was once a famous bard in-\"\n\n\"Cithreal Walwynn...By the rights and customs of the Gaping Skull, you are now mine!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"The sacred words!\" Little Bavis said, enraptured in the story. He had shifted to sit on the floor, folding his legs. The young aspiring monster hunter nearly had stars in his eyes.\n\n\"Indeed.\" Edward smiled, doting upon their history, before quickly retuning to a scowl, \"Do not interrupt me again, boy!\" Bavis shrieked.\n\nThe Iron Hog unfasted his guild codpiece and breaches. Cithreal’s heart stopped. Her golden eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. A massive cock sprung forth, long as her forearm and twice as thick. The size struck her first. It was easily the biggest cock she had ever seen and the idea instantly emerged that it would be largest she would ever see. The second thing that struck her was the smell. It was musky, salty, and overpowering. It instantly filled the room even beyond his already present stench. Cithreal covered her nose with both hands in horror only to realize too late that...she liked it. \"You beast! I am a noble Elf! You except me to...\" She trailed on looking at the massive flaccid piece before her, \"do anything with this??\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I smelled you...all the way across town...came straight here...because you...want this!\" The Iron Hog panted and then rolled out a low laugh.\n\nCithreal blushed pink from pointed ear to ear. \"Im-Impossible! I am very much satisfied. I have a loving husband who is very capable of pleasing me.\" She could not help but finish her sentence staring at the massive rising piece before her. Inside, Cithreal knew she had not enjoyed \"bonding\" with her husband in decades. He was the size of her small thin finger and so weak. In her youth she had traveled the world. All of her lodging would be paid for in her song and charm. Countless men of all species paid for her needs in hopes of laying with her. She had on more than one occasion even allowed it. But eventually she settled down in a normal small town with a normal small husband. It was...not ideal for one who reveled in life’s adventure such as she. The high elf had seen the massive gate break inward and was struck by the single man who was able to perform such a feat of strength. For it to be him now demanding her affection after so many years of the same simple elven partner excited her beyond her own expectations. In truth, she had been wet since the front door broke. The pale elf couldn’t lie to herself any better than she could lie to the beast of a man before her. She would, however, try to anyway: \"I’m only doing this for my family, you brute.\" She hid her face beneath her long blonde hair and turned away from her husband and son before unraveling her tongue and taking a long lick from the thick hanging head to the musky base, eyes rolled back in silent smiling ecstasy. \n\nCithreal continued her long licks along the top of the rising fuckpillar. Only when it hardened enough to stand on its own did she switch to the underside. Her small elven lips planted long wet kisses from the tip all the way down the base and that’s where she found them: the Iron Boar’s massive stinking balls. The smell was so powerful she let out an audible moan when it hit her. The musk intoxicated her. She buried her face in between them, such was their size, and licked and kissed in a frenzy. So drawn in by the weighty cumtanks she rose to further smother her face in them. The Iron Boar watched the beautiful blonde elf’s head disappear under the girth of his base while her pale round ass rose on all fours. The white silk hung beneath her perky cheeks leaving her ass almost completely exposed for him as the sounds of her moaning tongue bath echoed from beneath him.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Bavis**: \n - Appearance: Wears leather armor.\n - Personality: Young, anxious, enthusiastic about monster hunting, and eager to join the Gaping Skull guild.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: None mentioned in the provided text.\n\n2. **Edward (Overseer)**:\n - Appearance: Hunched, wears black robes with arcane sigils and occult trinkets, has a shining codpiece bearing the silver demon skull insignia of the Gaping Skull.\n - Personality: Strict, demanding, experienced, and knowledgeable about monster hunting.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: Experienced leader, Historian of Depravity, knows Levalin (the slime girl).\n\n3. **Levalin (Slime Girl)**:\n - Appearance: Semi-transparent dark blue fluid, rare kind of slime girl, wears a maid's outfit.\n - Personality: Calm, collected, and seemingly uninterested in Bavis or other matters.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: Assistant to Edward, skilled in combat (as shown by her punching Bavis), familiar with the Overseer.\n\n4. **Iron Hog**:\n - Appearance: Massive size, six feet tall and almost 300 pounds, wears custom-built armor, helmet shaped like a tusked boar.\n - Personality: Passionate about elves, brutal, determined, driven by instinct.\n - Special Abilities: Unrelenting endurance, strength, smell, ability to sense elf presence and arousal.\n - Relationships: Member of the Gaping Skull, contracted by the dwarves to siege the elven kingdom.\n\n5. **Cithreal Walwynn**:\n - Appearance: High elf, blonde hair, golden eyes, white silk dress, thin figure.\n - Personality: Adventurous, confident, passionate, initially resistant to the Iron Hog but eventually succumbs to pleasure.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: Famous bard, wife, mother, and owner of a loving husband who is weak and inadequate for her needs.\n\n6. **Elven Husband**:\n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Weak, inadequate, loving, and concerned for his family's well-being.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: Married to Cithreal, father of an unnamed son.\n\n7. **Elven Son**:\n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Not described in detail.\n - Special Abilities/Relationships: Son of the Elven Husband and Cithreal.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Monster harems:** Serious business in this world, with members of the Gaping Skull entitled to living spoils of conquered lands.\n2. **Elf-layering:** A unique aspect of the Iron Hog's personality, where he seeks to claim and possess elves as part of his harem.\n3. **Smell:** The Iron Hog has a keen sense of smell, which allows him to detect and track elves.\n4. **Strength and Endurance:** The Iron Hog possesses incredible physical strength and endurance, allowing him to breach fortifications and engage in prolonged battles.\n5. **The Gaping Skull Guild:** A group of adventurers focused on monster hunting and collecting harems of beautiful monster girls.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Guild Codpiece:** A badge of membership for the Gaping Skull, bearing the silver demon skull insignia.\n2. **Mace:** The Iron Hog's primary weapon, used as a blunt club due to its massive size and weight.\n3. **Armor:** Custom-built for the Iron Hog's massive frame, providing protection during battle.\n4. **Helmet:** Shaped like a tusked boar, worn by the Iron Hog for protection and intimidation.\n5. **Dress:** Cithreal's white silk dress, which she wears during her initial encounter with the Iron Hog.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **The World of Profus:** A continent with diverse geography, politics, and cultures, including the elven kingdom of Ellis.\n2. **Magic and Supernatural Elements:** Not explicitly stated in the provided text, but implied through the existence of magical creatures and abilities.\n3. **Warfare and Siege Tactics:** The dwarves' use of siege engines and tactics, such as cutting down trees to fortify walls, demonstrates their military capabilities.\n4. **Harems and Ownership:** Members of the Gaping Skull are entitled to collect and own harems of beautiful monster girls, with the Iron Hog being a prime example.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The world of Profus features diverse landscapes, including forests, mountains, and cities.\n2. **Politics:** The elven kingdom of Ellis is at war with the dwarves, who seek to conquer and claim the land.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** Elves are depicted as having a complex social structure, with nobles and bards holding positions of power and respect.\n4. **Laws and Customs:** The rights and customs of the Gaping Skull, including the concept of monster harems and ownership, shape the behavior and interactions between characters in this world.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe elven mother rose with a façade of grace. Perhaps she had realized her own volume or maybe she just wanted to lie to herself more. Her hair now a mess and her face covered in sweat and saliva, she brought her golden eyes up to meet her captor’s. \"I bet you never wash these do you? How disgusting.\" She shivered while grinning, \"I’m an elven noble and you want to defile me with your putrid seed? Ridiculous.\" The fair elven bard stroked the long shaft with both of her slender hands. \"This thing isn’t built for elves. It’s built for sluts. Is that what I look like to you?\" Her smile was obvious now as she brought the head of the massive cock to her lips. \"I’m a proper elven woman. I’m only sucking your...absolutely astounding...dick for my family.\" Golden eyes glazed over as she whispered the compliment she could not keep to herself.\n\nWith this, the Iron Hog clasped two hands around Cithreal’s head. Long white ears and tufts of blonde hair emerged between his fat armored fingers. Her eyes opened wide in surprise but would only open wider as our kinsmen forced his elf-breaking girth inside her mouth. Her panicked screaming turned to ecstatic moans against the sloppy wet hammering of her throat. Her jaw was pushed to its limit around the width of the fat pillar and the length caused her neck and then her chest to distend around his bulge. Her thin arms beat against his iron-clad gut in protest and he laughed. Cithreal had completely given up the fight by the third neck-bulging thrust. Her pale arms hung limply and her golden eyes rolled firmly back in her skull. Occasionally, as she was violently forced up and down his length, she would lift a small quivering hand to try to stop the onslaught of cock but almost instantly resigned every time. Spit and pre-cum flung in every direction due from the sheer force of the face fucking, covering her face and hair, but it truly began to pool on the white silk shelf of her chest. Her hard pink nipples bouncing almost free of their constraint with every thrust. As this continued the high elven adventure felt her composure slipping away. She was becoming lost in the depravity and the pleasure. If the stench did not intoxicate her then the brutal pounding of her throat left her punch drunk. The Iron Hog finally pulled out inch after thick inch from the elven mother’s gullet. With a desperate inhale, the head fell from her tongue onto the top of her perky tits. Cithreal remained there, mouth agape, tongue hanging, eyes rolled back, knees spread apart, a twisted, defiled vision of her normal appearance. She was shaking violently. She was cumming. Cithreal wouldn’t remember when she had started but she been brought to climax solely by the rape of her face by a cock truly too large for her. But the climax had not stopped even when the spit-coated piece freed itself from her thoroughly stretched maw. When her body finally started to calm down she tried to say something but it came out as only the hoarse babbling one would expect from a thoroughly satisfied goblin not a noble elven woman.\n\nThe Iron Hog pushed his lover onto her back and she offered no resistance. He lifted the dress to reveal her soft pink pussy between two completely drenched pale thighs. He tore the dress off of her, finally freeing her melon-sized breasts. They seemed almost out of place on her thin torso but the Iron Hog loved most the elves whose bodies were beyond their elegant thin kinfolk. Grasping her calves, he mounted her and prodded her wet womanhood with his massive fuckpillar.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nA cry rang out in Elvish, awakening Cithreal from her stupor. It was the husband who had now recovered from the previous injury. His panting wife weakly turned to look at him. He was crying and begging for this stop. \"Sh sh shhh. My love, it is alright. Truly, it is better this way. I am...not...the proper elven maiden I thought I could be. Perhaps it was my previous life but I fear\" She said with a weak smile as the Iron Hog lifted up her hips, \"I may have been an elven slut all along!\" \n\nOur bestial kinsman drove his enormous dick deep into the elf beneath him causing her to shudder and gasp, utterly breathless. Quaking in pleasure she looked down and saw that not even half of his manhood was inside her. A finally honest face topped the curved elven form. A vast smile was worn unapologetically as she propped herself up on her elbows. \"Gods, take me you brute!\" The armored hulk needed no encouragement. With a squeal he began fucking her with his full length. Cithreal let her tongue hang out and eyes roll back as one hand played with her full bounding breasts. An obvious bulge surfaced across her pale tight stomach with every inward thrust. Every time the Iron Hog had pulled out her felt her insides pulling at him for more. He was completely resizing her and she knew it. Worse still she loved it. \"Ooh Gods yes! Break me you beast! Ruin me for elven men henceforth! I am your little elven slut!\" She vainly attempted to wrap her long legs around her lover’s massive waist. Moaning and screaming she began to race towards climax again as the weight of her new owner brought his massive fuckpillar down all the way into her womb with every single thrust.\n\nThe elven husband and son ran to the Iron Hog and attempted to push him over or stop his bestial rutting. It was like trying to halt a rockslide with only one’s hands – impossible. The high elf and the hulking warrior ignored the broken elven family that tried to interfere with their rough fucking. They drowned out their protests with low deep grunts and lyrical moans. Cithreal let out a scream that sounded almost musical as she began to climax again on her lover’s thick manhood. She was shaking, clawing at the hardwood beneath her and tearing it, looking into the beast’s eyes with a new undying lust and affection.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAn hour later when dwarven infantry men had rounded up the majority of the elven resistance and were now checking houses they herd an elven woman moaning in obvious pleasure. She was yelling affections for her new lover and defeminations for the men of her people at full volume. \"Oh yes my love! Just like that! Gods, you don’t tire do you? Good. The men of this village would be finished three times over by now. But not you! Gods, I love it!\" When the short stocky soldiers came in they found the Iron Hog pounding Cithreal in a full mating press. Her long slender legs were pinned against the floor beside her pointed ears. The room reeked of musk and sweat so powerfully it stinged the eyes. Two Elven men sat and watched the ordeal, broken. The dwarven soldiers led these elves from their house. Out of courtesy (and horror) a veteran solider began to close the door. \"Stop! No! I want *AH* I want them to hear this! *AH* I want them all to hear this!\"\n\nCithreal knew her lover was close to cumming. The fat balls that had been pounding her pale ass causing it to bounce lewdly had swollen and the massive dick inside her was throbbing with need. The Iron Hog forced himself all the way inside her causing her to gasp and wrap her arms around the beast’s neck. A thick hot load erupted from him with along with a squeal of delight. His triumphant sounds were completely drowned out by Cithreal’s operatic moan of ecstasy. She grasped her stomach, feeling it swell with cum until she felt herself engorged as though she were filled to the brim. The sun was still hanging in the air when the Iron Hog pulled himself free of his newest conquest. To the high elvan bard’s jaw-dropping surprise the warrior was still completely erect. \"M-My love...\" And her shock quickly turned to a lustful affection, \"Come, let me show you to the bedroom.\"\n\nWhen the sun had finally begun to set the Iron Hog had begun to pack his few things and take off to the next warfront. As he walked through the shattered town gates of Tremlin he heard somebody call out to his new companion. \"My gods woman! What are you wearing?\" In a hurry, the Iron Hog waddled over and swiftly planted his iron boot in the insulting dwarf’s face. He was steaming with not a simple animal rage but a protective one. He would allow no insult to a member of his harem. \"Tis my old adventuring gear. I haven’t worn it in ages.\" Cithreal answered to both him and the many others who had been staring silently. It was a small leather corset that exposed her tight stomach and forced the top of her breasts to nearly burst free paired with a small skirt made of leather straps that barely descended past her round ass. She smiled proudly. \"I may have grown a bit since I wore it last but you don’t mind do you, my dear?\" The Iron Hog lifted her into his arms approvingly and with a grunt left the town. He had claimed his prize but there was much more of the elven kingdom of Ellis to conquer.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Protagonist (Hero):**\n\t* Appearance: Human, wearing a cloak with a hood to hide their ears.\n\t* Personality: Determined, resourceful, and somewhat awkward when dealing with relationships.\n\t* Special Abilities: None explicitly mentioned, but they seem capable of adapting to situations.\n\t* Relationships:\n\t\t+ Kara: Close friendship, mutual understanding, and occasional teasing.\n\t\t+ Jean: Developing romantic interest, shared unease about being in disguise.\n\t\t+ Djir: Mentioned as having a similar type of beastfolk appearance, but no direct interaction.\n2. **Kara:**\n\t* Appearance: Beastfolk, likely a fox-like species, with a dominant personality.\n\t* Personality: Confident, assertive, and sometimes playful.\n\t* Special Abilities: Can manipulate Mana, allowing her to dominate others.\n\t* Relationships:\n\t\t+ Hero: Close friend, partner in adventure, and occasional tease.\n\t\t+ Cerius: Old friend, seemingly comfortable with his advances.\n3. **Cerius:**\n\t* Appearance: Large, raccoon-like beastfolk with a bushy tail and shaded eyes.\n\t* Personality: Charismatic, persuasive, and slightly flirtatious.\n\t* Special Abilities: None explicitly mentioned, but seems to have influence and control over his establishment.\n\t* Relationships:\n\t\t+ Kara: Old friend, possibly a romantic connection.\n4. **Jean:**\n\t* Appearance: Gray elf, dressed as a servant.\n\t* Personality: Nervous, uncertain, and developing feelings for the protagonist.\n\t* Special Abilities: None explicitly mentioned.\n\t* Relationships:\n\t\t+ Protagonist: Developing romantic interest, shared unease about being in disguise.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Mana:** A magical energy that can be sensed by certain individuals. Those who can see Mana often assume the protagonist is like Kara or Shell due to their core showing female characteristics.\n2. **Beastfolk Dominance:** Kara can manipulate Mana to dominate others, making them more susceptible to her will.\n3. **Demonkine Village Culture:** Humans are rare in the village and are often seen as servants rather than slaves. The villagers are generally accepting of humans, and trade is common.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Cloak with Hood:** Used by the protagonist to conceal their human ears.\n2. **Rolls of Cloth:** Used by Kara to create a more natural-looking disguise for the protagonist.\n3. **Statue of Raccoon:** Created by Cerius using smoke manipulation, used to distract and surprise Kara.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Demonkine Territory:** A land inhabited by various beastfolk species, with a unique culture and rules.\n2. **Trade and Commerce:** Trade between Demonkine and other territories is common, and traders often come and go without issue.\n3. **Mana Sensitivity:** Certain individuals can sense Mana, which may lead to assumptions about the protagonist's identity.\n4. **Social Hierarchy:** In Demonkine, humans are often seen as servants, while beastfolk hold positions of power and influence.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story takes place in a fantasy world with a variety of terrain, including forests and villages.\n2. **Politics:** While not explicitly stated, the kingdom's assumption that any beastfolk caravan is full of demons suggests a complex political landscape.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** In Demonkine, beastfolk hold positions of power, while humans are often seen as servants.\n4. **Culture:** The village has a unique culture, with a focus on trade, commerce, and acceptance of humans.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nFrom the ridge overlooking the town you could see that it looked strikingly different from a human settlement. For one, it had had to be pointed out to you. The town seemed primitive from above as all you could make out was a high tree canopy and the occasional cloth banner or flag poking through the leaves to show any sign of civilization. Kara promised you that it would look much different from the ground. \n\n\"I'm sorry.\" You heard the small feminine voice behind you and turned to see Heilan approaching with her head lowered. Her tail was practically between her legs as she got closer and stopped, leaving a few feet of room.\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"You left me in a bit of a state after our last encounter so I didn't get a chance to say it. Sorry for losing my head a bit for the past weeks. I just couldn't help myself. But yesterday you gave me the same feeling that Djir did. At that time I felt like I could think only of you. Even if it was just for a moment.\" She shrugged lightly. \n\n\"I dunno if I can promise anything, but I'm going to at least try, because I'm able to now.\"\n\nYour jaw dropped. Kara definitely did something while she was in your body. You knew for a fact that in terms of dominant beastfolk, she was incredibly domineering when she wanted to be. You guessed that a lot of that was leveled against Heilan. You liked to think that she did it intentionally to do you a favor, but there was also just a chance that Kara found it fun the same way you found your prank to be fun.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Just... Remember that feeling.\" You offer, trying to retain the dominant air. Heilan tilts her head quizzically at you before nodding and returning to the group. As you watched, you saw Kara standing on her own. The old man casually walked up to her and dug his old hand into her soft rear. She jumped and turned to look at him angrily. He seemed a bit surprised by her expression but then, probably remembering what you said, doubled down and forced a kiss along with an aggressive grope of her breast. She was hesitant, then wrapped her arms around him and 'gave in' to the advances. The man was very satisfied, then grew more and more tired as he worked to 'dominate' her until he finally slumped down. Kara shot you a look, to which you responded with a wink. She rolled her eyes at you and left the old man slumped over as though he was a walking corpse. \n\nKara moved to stand at the head of the group and motioned everyone in. \"Alright. Listen up. This is a Demonkine village. They're actually pretty nice.\" She stared pointedly at the humans in the group that were shooting doubting glances at each other. \n\n\"Only thing is, Humans are not commonly seen except as slaves. The bright side is, what we call a slave is more just what you'd call a servant. So you don't gotta be in chains and we don't gotta whip you, unless you're into that.\" She scanned the crowd for takers. When no one volunteered she continued.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"The ones that'll easily pass here are..\" She began pointing at individuals. \n\n\"Elf, Shell, Me, Dog and...\" She pointed, surprisingly, at you. \n\n\"Hero.\"\n\nYou approached her. \"Me?\"\n\n\"The problem is mostly what people look like on the inside. You are like me, and like the shell over there.\" She pointed to Raithe.\n\n\"So, if you just hide your ears nobody will know. Everyone else could've done the same but the problem was, if someone who could sense magic looked at the group we'd be caught.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Okay.\" You nodded.\n\n\"Makes sense.\" \n\nKara shouted past you. \"We have two carts so we can easily pass as traders. That's the story, if anyone asks.\" She waited for everyone to acknowledge what she said before breaking up the group into their carts. \n\nYou pulled a cloak with a hood so that you could hang it over your head to hide the fact that you don't have ears. Kara approached you specifically and stuff two rolls of cloth on either side and fastened them. \n\n\"That's gonna look a bit more natural.\" She paused, then smiled at you affectionately.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Nice prank, by the way.\" The woman stuck her tongue out at you, as if to say that it did not work. At least, not initially. \n\nYou blushed. \"Thanks? I guessed you could take him on pretty easily.\"\n\n\"He's weak, cocky and full of Mana. A total 'cow.'\" She mocked, tossing a glance back at the old man who was still shuffling about like a zombie.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"What'd you tell him?\" She asked curiously.\n\n\"I'm sure he'll keep trying, so you'll see.\" You teased. \n\nKara laughed heartily. For the first time since before Chesharidge it felt like you were both connecting. \"Okay. Hey...\" She stared at you, trailing off of what she said. \n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Just a warning... Anyone that can see Mana is gonna assume you're like me, or Shell.\" She commented. \n\nYou interjected. \"Can you stop calling her that?\" You relented and added in reference to her main statement.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I know. I remember what happened with my core.\"\n\n\"No. I'll call her what she is.\" You bristled a bit at that but decided to let it go. \n\n\"Also, I meant... They're gonna think you're a girl.\" You lifted a brow as she said that. \n\n\"Because that's what your core shows. We're all female, my kind.\" Kara adjusted your hood a bit so that it would look more natural, then added delicately.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"We could... Work on making this look much more natural.\"\n\n\"You know, if your goal from the start was to turn me into a fox girl then it sounds less and less like you wanted me to be a hero for everyone.\"\n\nKara blushed. \"It's just a thought.\" You rarely saw her be bashful, and this was one of those moments.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Are there really no fox men?\"\n\nHer eyes widened at the question. She looked up as though thinking about it for the first time. \"Not yet, no.\"\n\nWith Jeane at the head of one Cart with Raithe and you and Kara at the head of another you approach the town from the ground. It is not walled, but the pathway is guarded by two gnolls that just nod you through. \n\n\"That was really easy.\" You whispered. \n\n\"Trade is actually pretty common. Traders come south all the time to and from Demonkine, and you all would never notice where they're from if you tried.\" She boasted. You guessed that was accurate. If the Kingdom assumed any random caravan of beastfolk was full of Demons then it would hinder business significantly.\n\nThe town from the ground looked completely different from up above. The canopy created what looked like a hollow dome. Between ancient trees hung strings of lights and lanterns of many different colors that lit the interior of the dome up like your town on one of it's festival days. Only, presumably it was like this all year around. The buildings were not of solid construction. They were cloth and hide, but it was not a camp. The tents were done up with decorations and seemed like permanent fixtures.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You need special permission to til the soil or alter the landscape so people live in these structures. They're actual buildings, just built lighter. There's no wind in here so they can't blow away or anything.\" Kara explained. Some of the tents were two or three stories, and as wide as some of the larger buildings you had back home. There were a few structures that were nestled within trees or that had a facade which obviously led underground. Some of the tent-like structures flowed up the sides of trees and expanded above like hives. Those were the most impressive.\n\n\"Some of the tree homes were grown over several years. It's done by placing a frame within a sapling and letting it grow around it.\" You were impressed by everything you saw, in general.\n\nYou were additionally impressed by how lively everything was. There was commerce, there was business. You could see that people were walking with purpose as though they were living lives that were quite full. Though, you were not sure why you thought it would be different. The types of people you saw were mostly beastfolk with a few gray elves. Very surprisingly were the number of humans you saw walking about freely. Kara was not wrong when she simply described them as servants. They did not look fearful or oppressed any more than the lower class citizens that worked the cities back home. You understood right away why this plan would work.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAs you parked you stepped off the wagon and stood uncomfortably between Jean and Kara. Even though you were promised that you did not stand out, you still felt self-conscious as a human pretending to appear as a beastfolk. Jean was about as uncomfortable as you, even though she looked the part. \n\n\"What's wrong?\" You asked. Kara stepped away to talk to a man about accommodation as soon as you started speaking. \n\nJean shrugged. \"I look the part, yes.\" She gulped then leaned closer to whisper.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"But these are not my people. I have not lived here. What do I say if someone approaches me? I am on edge, to say the least.\"\n\n\"Tell me about it.\" You chuckle. What she said described everything you were feeling to some extent. \n\nShe continued in a whisper. \"My superior has not harassed me in a little while. Did you do something?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You could say that. I can't say he wont be a problem, but he shouldn't be as much of a problem.\"\n\nJean relaxed noticeably. \"Thank you.\" Her gray cheeks reddened a little, then when no one was looking she turned to you and pecked you on the lips. You were shocked, for sure. It was unprompted. It was forward. It was unlike her. She stared at you affectionately and spoke. \n\n\"I said I could not be your teacher any longer. That does open up other... Options.\" Your heart beat a bit faster as she said that. You could not speak, but you did nod slowly in response. It was not total agreement, but you were not opposed. Before you could truly respond your attention was drawn to Kara returning with a large beastfolk male.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Protagonist (Hero):**\n\t* Appearance: Human, wearing a cloak with a hood to hide their ears.\n\t* Personality: Determined, resourceful, and somewhat awkward when dealing with relationships.\n\t* Special Abilities: None explicitly mentioned, but they seem capable of adapting to situations.\n\t* Relationships:\n\t\t+ Kara: Close friendship, mutual understanding, and occasional teasing.\n\t\t+ Jean: Developing romantic interest, shared unease about being in disguise.\n\t\t+ Djir: Mentioned as having a similar type of beastfolk appearance, but no direct interaction.\n2. **Kara:**\n\t* Appearance: Beastfolk, likely a fox-like species, with a dominant personality.\n\t* Personality: Confident, assertive, and sometimes playful.\n\t* Special Abilities: Can manipulate Mana, allowing her to dominate others.\n\t* Relationships:\n\t\t+ Hero: Close friend, partner in adventure, and occasional tease.\n\t\t+ Cerius: Old friend, seemingly comfortable with his advances.\n3. **Cerius:**\n\t* Appearance: Large, raccoon-like beastfolk with a bushy tail and shaded eyes.\n\t* Personality: Charismatic, persuasive, and slightly flirtatious.\n\t* Special Abilities: None explicitly mentioned, but seems to have influence and control over his establishment.\n\t* Relationships:\n\t\t+ Kara: Old friend, possibly a romantic connection.\n4. **Jean:**\n\t* Appearance: Gray elf, dressed as a servant.\n\t* Personality: Nervous, uncertain, and developing feelings for the protagonist.\n\t* Special Abilities: None explicitly mentioned.\n\t* Relationships:\n\t\t+ Protagonist: Developing romantic interest, shared unease about being in disguise.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Mana:** A magical energy that can be sensed by certain individuals. Those who can see Mana often assume the protagonist is like Kara or Shell due to their core showing female characteristics.\n2. **Beastfolk Dominance:** Kara can manipulate Mana to dominate others, making them more susceptible to her will.\n3. **Demonkine Village Culture:** Humans are rare in the village and are often seen as servants rather than slaves. The villagers are generally accepting of humans, and trade is common.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Cloak with Hood:** Used by the protagonist to conceal their human ears.\n2. **Rolls of Cloth:** Used by Kara to create a more natural-looking disguise for the protagonist.\n3. **Statue of Raccoon:** Created by Cerius using smoke manipulation, used to distract and surprise Kara.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Demonkine Territory:** A land inhabited by various beastfolk species, with a unique culture and rules.\n2. **Trade and Commerce:** Trade between Demonkine and other territories is common, and traders often come and go without issue.\n3. **Mana Sensitivity:** Certain individuals can sense Mana, which may lead to assumptions about the protagonist's identity.\n4. **Social Hierarchy:** In Demonkine, humans are often seen as servants, while beastfolk hold positions of power and influence.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story takes place in a fantasy world with a variety of terrain, including forests and villages.\n2. **Politics:** While not explicitly stated, the kingdom's assumption that any beastfolk caravan is full of demons suggests a complex political landscape.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** In Demonkine, beastfolk hold positions of power, while humans are often seen as servants.\n4. **Culture:** The village has a unique culture, with a focus on trade, commerce, and acceptance of humans.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Alright everyone, I've sorted something out.\" Kara explained. As she said that though, you could not help but observe the man's large paw kneading into Kara's ass without resistance. \n\n\"This is a friend of mine. Cerius\" \n\nThe man in question was a large Beastfolk. The type he seemed to be was hard to say, but after giving it some thought you decided that 'Racoon' was probably the best possible guess you could give. He had a large bushy tail that waved back and forth and around his eyes there was some definite shading. He was the type of Beastfolk that was very animal-like, similar to Djir. He had vaguely animal features but very unlike Djir or the gnolls, he was as short as a human and fatter than the prince. The man was grinning widely and gave off the impression of someone that was very pleased with the arrangements he made. As you stared at Kara quizzically she added. \n\n\"He is an old, trusted friend.\" It was said to the group but you knew it was in response to your skepticism specifically.\n\nYou approached to introduce yourself. He extended a paw quite readily, eyeing you hungrily. \"An honor.\" He said in a breathy tone. The man sounded out of breath. You did not think it was from exertion but instead just from 'being.' He wore loose robe-like clothing that was open at the chest and did not have jewelry in the traditional sense, but did have colorful, thick beads adorning his neck and wrists.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"The honor's mine, I guess.\" You utter uncertainly. \n\nThe man giggled. \"I like him.\" He commented to Kara. \n\nKara sighed. \"Don't worry, it's fine if he knows. Cerius runs something like what Galia had, but more.\" \n\n\"I see. I'm assuming the 'but more' is...\" You trailed off as Kara avoided your gaze very noticeably. \n\nThe building was much like the other structures in the town, only it was quite large. It was a combination of all the different types you saw. Buildings built into trees, buildings leading underground and of course the large, decorated tents. The interior of the tent that Cerius owned was large and looked like a town within a town, because inside there were separate structures and sections. Within were many patrons enjoying food and drink. On various stages and at various locations there were women in scant clothing dancing or serving patrons.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"So we are here for-\" As you tried to speak to Kara while she lead you and your group through the maze of tables and trees and sections, Cerius stepped between you both and draped an arm over your shoulder and Kara's. He felt sweaty just to be around. As he was near you the air became noticeably more humid. \n\n\"Supplies! Kara offered her services for a full restock, as well as some useful information and other equipment that should prove essential for your mission.\" He leaned down, placing his face close to yours. You leaned away. \n\n\"But... It is going to take some time to gather it all. Perhaps a week?\" He feigned deep thought. You knew he was feigning because his intentions were obvious to you. He wanted something.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"This is a place for experimentation... Would you like to try working here as well? It is fun, you can make some money and the offer is open to all of you beautiful people.\" \n\nYou narrow your eyes at him. \"If we don't?\"\n\n\"Oh, it fine. You don't lose, only gain.\" He promised. You could tell that he was telling you the truth. \n\n\"You are all free to stay and explore. Within these walls, this 'carnival' of mine, none will harass you. I am an important fixture of Demonkine!\"You offered Kara a look of skepticism. She looked back at you and seemed ashamed to have to agree with the man's assessment. \n\n\"He does have locations all over the territory.\" She stated.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Speaking of! There's someone at my eastern branch asking for the Manager.\" He burst into smoke. You stepped back and coughed, fanning the smoke away. When it cleared there was a very crude statue of what you assessed to be a raccoon with very large balls. You look at it, then offer Kara a confused look. \n\n\"Is he-\" \n\nShe nods. \"If we leave the statue quickly we can be gone before he gets back. Not that he'll have trouble finding us in here.\"\n\n\"Is someone talking about me!?\" He shouted playfully behind Kara. She screamed in fear, her fur standing on end as two large paws appears on her shoulders in a motion that you could tell was specifically crafted to startle her. The man was standing behind her and the statue was gone before you could even blink.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe question for Patrons this chapter is \"Work\" or \"Wait\" If you want to have a say in the direction of the story join me athttps://www.patreon.com/TVWintergreen<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Bea**: \n - Appearance: Bea has a thick build, toned legs, and a large, brown ass.\n - Personality: Bea is confident, horny, and does things for social media clout. She seems to enjoy teasing and flirting with Brendan.\n - Special abilities: None mentioned explicitly.\n - Relationships: Bea is friends or acquaintances with Brendan.\n\n2. **Brendan**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail, but implied to be muscular based on his performance during sex.\n - Personality: Brendan appears to be aroused easily by Bea and enjoys teasing her. He is also somewhat unapologetic about his behavior.\n - Special abilities: Brendan is incredibly strong, fast, and has high endurance, especially when compared to Bea.\n - Relationships: Brendan has a close relationship with Bea, often engaging in flirtatious banter and intimate activities together.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n- **The Internet challenge meme:** This is an unnamed trend where people engage in provocative poses while recording themselves on camera to gain social media attention.\n- **Bea's horniness and willingness to engage in explicit content:** Bea openly expresses her desire for sex and is willing to participate in explicit activities for social media clout.\n- **Brendan's physical prowess:** Brendan's exceptional strength, speed, and endurance make him well-suited for intense physical activities, particularly sex.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n- **Camera:** A camera is used to record the scene for the purpose of creating social media content.\n- **Weight bench:** The weight bench serves as a prop for the camera setup.\n- **Gym shorts and underwear:** These are worn by both Bea and Brendan during the scene.\n- **Mirror:** The wall-length mirror allows them to see each other's reactions and poses during the activity.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n- **Social media dynamics:** The story highlights the influence of social media on relationships and individual actions (e.g., Bea participating in the internet challenge meme).\n- **Physical intimacy and consent:** While not explicitly stated, the scene implies mutual consent between Bea and Brendan for their intimate activities.\n- **Power dynamics:** Brendan's superior physical abilities create a dynamic where he can dominate and satisfy Bea physically, which adds to their emotional connection.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n- **Geography:** The setting takes place within a gym, implying a modern urban environment.\n- **Politics and social hierarchies:** There is no mention of specific politics or social structures beyond the context of social media and personal relationships.\n- **Laws governing the world:** No laws are mentioned, but the focus is on the characters' personal choices and interactions rather than societal rules.\n\nPlease note that this analysis focuses solely on the provided text without adding any external information or speculation.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Bea?\" asked Brendan as he stepped into the empty gym. \"Bea, where are—\"\n\n\"Over here,\" came a voice from the weight-lifting room. Curious, Brendan stepped through the empty doorway — and came to a halt, surprised by what he saw.\n\nBea was...in a strange position, in front of one of the wall-length mirrors. Her arms were crossed on the ground, and her chin rested on her wrists...while her thick, gym shorts-clad ass stuck up high in the air, wavering slightly. Her legs, thick and toned, were at full extension, digging the flats of her feet into the floor almost parallel to her elbows.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Uh...\" Brendan stared, aroused but also confused. \"Mind explaining what this is?\"\n\n\"It’s an Internet challenge meme,\" Bea said, as though this were the most serious of businesses. \"I’m recording myself, see? For clout.\"\n\n\"Uhhhh...\" Brendan looked at the camera resting some distance away from Bea, on one of the weight benches. He blinked rapidly. \"So...why call me over?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Oh, that part’s simple.\" Bea pushed with her elbows and looked back at him — by peering beneath herself, between her spread calves. \"You’re gonna rearrange my guts with your monstercock.\"\n\nBrendan’s bulge gave a hungry throb, but he crossed his arms and frowned. \"For...clout?\"\n\n\"No, because I’m horny, idiot.\" Bea sighed, then gave her thick ass a firm shake. \"Well? Take it or leave it, big boy; I gotta get back to work within the hour, so...\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBrendan had already made his decision. He dropped his shorts and underwear with a sharp tug, and his rock-hard cock sprang into the open — whipping against his thigh and flinging a fat glob of cream through the air. Bea’s eyes narrowed, and her tongue slid across her lips — but then she re-assumed her position from before, peering at the mirror while Brendan came up behind her.\n\n\"So...this is being recorded, right?\" he asked as he grabbed the hem of her shorts, slowly guiding it down over her thick, brown asscheeks. He loved to see Bea’s rump presented to him, but this new position made it all the lewder.\n\n\"Mm. What about it?\"\n\n\"Can you send me a copy, afterwards?\" \n\n\"I’ll think about it—ah!\" Bea yelped as Brendan gave her ass a smack, making her cheeks wobble slightly. \"Hey, asshole!\"\n\n\"Sorry,\" Brendan said, unapologetically. At last, he leaned forward and kissed his broad, bulky cockhead to Bea’s plump pussylips, loving the way they squished against his glans. \"I’m not gonna hold back. You sure you can stay in that pose?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Soon,\" Brendan promised, then started to stampede her cunt with rough, ballsmacking thrusts, making her jerk back and forth in her awkward pose. \n\nBrendan used Bea’s pussy to lube himself up, gasping and moaning as her core muscles squeezed tight around his oversized cock. They were made for each other, one hung beyond words and the other practically a superhuman in terms of strength, speed, endurance...that last one being the most important of the three. Other girls could even hope to keep up with Brendan once he got to thrusting; only Bea was his equal! Slap, plap, plap, plap, plap! He pumped her harder and faster, giving her the test she’d so desired — and once he was nicely lubed to base to tip, he decided to fulfil her original request. Squeezing her asscheeks tight, he wrenched his big, cuntbusting cock out of her and switched to her tight asshole, forcing it inside without a moment’s hesitation! Bea squawked out in trembling bliss — she was such a colossal anal slut that she came right then, squirting all over Brendan’s thighs as he stirred up her poor asshole almost to the point of prolapse. Her insides clung to him like the world’s best onahole, pleasuring every inch of his excited cock as he fucked her in front of the camera. He’d never had sex in front of a mirror before, but he was enjoying the experience; he could watch Bea’s devastation from every angle, looking into her eyes as he defiled her ass to the extreme. Smack, plap, smack, smack, SMACK! He picked up the pace and ramped up the power, aiming to devastate Bea’s mind before this was done — and he was slowly, but surely, succeeding. As his balls spanked her pussy again and again, Bea bit her lip, sweat rolling down her gorgeous asscheeks and trickling along her back. Her tits bounced slightly inside her sports bra as Brendan rammed her with all the power in his body, and their panting voices filled the gym.\n\n\"Haahn...! Fuah!\" Bea’s moans grew in frequency as she devolved into a mess of pure pleasure, eyes glazing over and tongue rolling around in the open air, unable to control herself anymore. She needed Brendan’s help to keep her balance in that ludicrous ‘meme’ position, rocking from her heels to her tiptoes with every thrust, until at last, Brendan was ready to blow.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBea was in no better a state, gargling as she hit another orgasm of her own, her poor pussy clenching against Brendan’s huge, churning nuts as her asshole spasmed, warped, and wrenched at the base of his cock. She wore a mask of dizzy pleasure, her eyes out of *malicious link removed* and her mouth hanging open, drooling onto her arms as she quivered and sweated and came like the total whore she was, watching herself ahegao in the mirror.\n\nOnce Brendan was done, he slooowly pulled out of her, sliding his goo-caked cock out of her clenching asshole and leaving it gaping, drooling cum down her pussylips. He gave her asscheeks one more smack, then let her drop backwards to the floor — landing with her legs stretched out in front of her, and her torso drooping between her legs. \"Ullgh...\" she moaned in utter pleasure as her asshole continued to squirt cum across the gym mat.\n\n\"Better get cleaned up,\" Brendan said happily, nudging her red ass with a foot. \"You have work to do, right? C’mon, I’ll help you reach the shower.~\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **The Husband**: The protagonist is described as being happy to be his wife's loving househusband. He has multiple personalities, including Dany, Britney, Tel-Thea, Kiki, and Maneater. Each personality serves specific purposes:\n\t* Dany: obedient and submissive, ideal for dates and cuddling.\n\t* Britney: a brat used for sadistic play.\n\t* Tel-Thea: used for deception and manipulation without violence.\n\t* Kiki: a fun-loving alternative for a good time.\n\t* Maneater: a dominant and aggressive personality focused on him, inspired by his wife's classy tastes and rapacious streak.\n2. **Dany (Alternate Personality)**: Dany is the husband's primary personality, a loving and obedient wife. She wears a collar and wedding ring and is pregnant. She has green eyes and is described as beautiful.\n3. **Maneater (Alternate Personality)**: A dominant and aggressive personality triggered by the command phrase \"Maneater.\" This personality is modeled after the husband's wife, with similar classy tastes and a focus on him.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Mind Control**: The husband has the ability to manipulate his wife's thoughts and actions through mental commands. He uses this power to induce various personalities and influence their behavior.\n2. **Personality Multiplicity**: The husband can switch between different personalities, each serving a specific purpose. These personalities have distinct traits, behaviors, and preferences.\n3. **Sadism and Dominance**: The husband enjoys sadistic play and dominance over his wife, often using his powers to create scenarios where she submits to his will.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\nNone explicitly mentioned in the story.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Magic System**: The story implies the existence of magic or supernatural abilities, particularly through the husband's mind control powers. However, the specifics of this system are not fully explored.\n2. **Rules of Relationship Dynamics**: The narrative suggests that relationships in this world may involve complex dynamics, including submission, obedience, and dominance. These rules seem to be influenced by the husband's powers and the personalities he creates.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography**: No explicit information is given about the setting's geography.\n2. **Politics**: There is no mention of politics or government structures within the story.\n3. **Social Hierarchies**: The narrative implies a social hierarchy where some individuals (like the husband) possess unique powers or abilities that allow them to dominate others.\n4. **Laws Governing the World**: The story does not provide insight into any laws or regulations governing the world.\n\nPlease note that the provided text focuses primarily on character interactions and relationships rather than exploring broader world-building aspects. If you'd like me to expand on any of these points or clarify further, please let me know!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nYour wife is naked in bed next to you, wearing nothing but her collar and her wedding ring. Her fingers gently run across her stomach, the slight baby bump just visible. She seems to have a glow to her, and you're pretty sure her breasts have started to up in size from the pregnancy. \"I was thinking... Celeste if it's a girl, Dustin if it's a boy, Master. What sort of name would you want to give them?\"\n\n\"Any thoughts on giving them a Kalosian name?\" You ask.\n\n\"I could, Master, but it would be very foreign sounding,\" Dany replies. \"Tel-Thea was thinking of names... Mor-Kyri if it's a girl, Tych-Voli if it's a boy. They mean 'beautiful lady' and 'lucky shot' in Kalosian. I don't want our child to be bullied, though.\"\n\n\"Celeste and Dustin sound like perfectly decent names,\" you tell her, pulling her into a firm hug, her breasts pressing into your chest, her baby bump into your stomach. \"I'm just still happy to be able to have children with you.\"\n\nShe smiles at that. \"You can do anything you like with me, Master...\" She kisses at your bare neck teasingly, as if daring you to do something new to her.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Hmm. I'm starting to run out of things to do to play with your head... you're too obedient, Dany.\" You shake your head, as if genuinely disappointed.\n\n\"If you want disobedient, you have Britney, Master,\" she tells you, smiling up at you with her beautiful green eyes. Your cock twitches in between her thighs.\n\n\"Britney's for sucking cock and getting bullied into coming her brains out. Hmm... that does give me an idea.\" She smiles brightly at the suggestion you're about to reach into her mind, and you promptly do so. You just play with her pleasure centers a little bit, so that she can orgasm from blowing you, or from receiving a facial. \"Let's test it out,\" you say, breaking off the hug to lie back in bed. She looks at you, having no idea what you've done to her. \"Suck my cock, and make me come on your face,\" you order.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yes, Master,\" she says, getting on her knees between your thighs. She moans as she slurps your cock to the base, her eyes widening and looking up at you, her hands going to your thighs. There's a hungry, lustful expression on her face, as she starts to bob and slurp, golden hair swaying back and forth as she moves along your dick, her tongue delighting in sucking you off. She comes within a minute of taking you in her mouth, moaning loudly around your dick, eyes wild with lust as she gets back into it, even through her twitching orgasm.\n\nShe comes twelve more times before you finally wind up coming on her face, thick seed splattered across her features as she jerks in a fresh orgasm, eyes rolling up. You pat her head a few times, and order her to clean her face off; a minute or two later, you're back to snuggling in bed, your wife serenely happy. More from another mental edit, than from the orgasms, you think, though still plenty of both.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBritney is a brat you call forth when you're feeling in the mood for some particularly strong sadism; Tel-Thea for when you want to indulge in being deceptive and mean without outright violence; and Kiki when you just want a good time gal. Dany is for dates and cuddling and slavery things, but she has gotten much, much more socially submissive to you, since your relationship took this turn, and it's not an unalloyed positive. It isn't necessarily what you've done (though making her falsely believe she is literally your slave certainly hasn't helped), but her own tendencies being intensified and amplified well past the point of normalcy.\n\nMake no mistake, you do love sexually dominating your wife in all her guises, but... you would like her to be more proactive in daily life. Not all the time, necessarily... before you decide to try playing with her head, or her orders, to that point, you instead let a new alternate personality sink in. Triggered by the command phrase \"Maneater,\" this one is modeled more closely off your wife than most, having similar generally classy tastes, a sense of style that's only marginally more skin-revealing than your wife's but with the same emphasis on dresses, but with a rapacious and sexually aggressive streak that your wife has never really had. And that streak is focused entirely, almost obsessively, on you, from the moment she first lays eyes on you. In the bedroom, she'll fall to your will as easily as Dany herself, though she won't understand quite why... should be fun for a bit of domination loss fun.\n\nYou make her dress up nice, both of you take off your wedding rings, and you go out to an upscale bar, separating before you enter. You approach her from behind as she sits at the bar, and you whisper just one word in her ear: \"Maneater.\" Her posture's shift is subtler, this time, almost invisible. More a straightening of the spine, the faint smile of a woman who knows what she wants appearing on her lips. \"This seat taken?\" You ask, as you sit down next to her.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe looks positively ravishing like this, hair done up differently from her normal style in a way that frames her face beautifully, shorter near the front, asymmetrical, and 'fluffier' in the bun, rather than the tight braids she's more used to. Her hair band looks almost like black dying flower leaves or something, but it accentuates her dress quite nicely. Her gaze turns to you, as if bored, annoyed that someone is bothering her - then shifts a moment later as she sees you, her lips curling into a seductive smile. \"It is most certainly not. To whom do I have the pleasure of making my acquaintance this fine night?\"\n\n\"Thomas Meier.\"\n\n\"I am Clarice Bellerose,\" she says, offering her hand; you shake it firmly, enjoying the subtle way she shifts her posture, drawing your eyes downward. \"Now... what draws a handsome man like you to sit next to a woman like me?\"\n\n\"Is that meant to be self-deprecation?\" You ask, smiling back at her. \"You're gorgeous.\"\n\n\"Am I, now?\" Her gaze turns down to her body, as if seeing it for the first time. \"Hmm, I suppose you must be right. Now...\" Her fingers reach out for you, trailing along the bare skin of your exposed neck. \"What should we talk about, I wonder? There are all sorts of things... what do you do for a living, perhaps? I'm an investor,\" she tells you, \"so I have plenty of free time.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I'm currently between work,\" you reply, and she gives a faint pout.\n\n\"A handsome man like yourself,\" she says, squeezing your bicep firmly, clearly relishing the feeling of it, \"is a real tragedy to be left to live on his savings. Perhaps I could offer you a bit of my own money, to help you stay afloat?\"\n\n\"That's a bit forward.\"\n\n\"Think of it as an investment...\" She leans forward into you, her breath hot in your ear. \"I'm investing in our relationship,\" she explains.\n\nShe pulls back, and the two of you flirt and talk, her poking at you, asking about your interests, your history, all kinds of different things. Sometimes you have to invent something wholesale, simply because \"I've been a househusband for most of the past half-decade\" isn't much of a story worth telling, particularly given the context, but she listens with absolute fascination as you explain your swimming regimen.\n\nEventually, she persuades you to take her back to your place, and the moment you're in the door, she's on you like lightning, tongue slithering into your mouth as she kicks her heels off, the pair tumbling and clacking noisily around the floor until they settle somewhere. Her breasts press against you through her dress, and you can feel her nipples scraping against you through layers of fabric, hard and perky. Her tongue swishes against your teeth, tasting them, her fingers slithering down your back to just grope and squeeze your ass.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nYou're the one to break off the kiss, catching your breath, and she just smiles. \"Let's take this to the bedroom,\" she tells you, taking your hand in hers. Soon enough, you're lying on your back on the bed, and she's in between your legs, pulling down your pants and welcoming your cock into her mouth. She lets out a muffled noise of surprise at your taste, at the sensation, her eyebrows rising as she slurps you ever deeper into her mouth and throat. Her body undulates, her lovely ass waving in the air behind her, her wet tongue slapping against the underside of your cock.\n\nHer blowjob is rapidly becoming as much, or more, for her own pleasure than yours. Her head is swiveling, wet moans escaping her throat, her eyelashes fluttering as she takes you to the base, bobbing up and down again and again. Her movements become ever more frantic, and her thighs start to faintly wobble as her arousal intensifies. Her cheeks turn scarlet, her ever-serious and almost predatory expression morphing into one of unabashed lust as her eyelashes flutter and she sucks you off.\n\nYou don't have to do anything. Don't have to say anything. Her programmed personality, combined with all the things you've done so far that make blowjobs absolutely amazing to her, more than suffice to make her slowly shift from a domineering blowjob to get you wet and ready, into something more self-interested, frantic, needy. Her head is just pounding up and down to pleasure herself, her eyes slowly rolling up until she comes for the first time, moaning around your cock, twisting her head, deepthroating you, glugging and swallowing and drooling around your cock, her expression completely ridiculous.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWhen she pulls off, she's panting, spit coating her lower lip and chin, her expression hazy with lust. \"I... that was... you have a very tasty cock,\" she tells you, seemingly confused herself by just how intense her response was. She licks her lips, then shakes her head. \"Let's get to the sex proper,\" she tells you, grasping the base of her dress, peeling it up and tossing it aside soon enough, stripping herself naked bit by bit. You watch every movement, admiring her body as it's slowly exposed, and she makes it into something of a show for you, sashaying her hips back and forth to exaggerate every curve.\n\nAs she shifts forward to straddle you, ready to take your cock inside her, her hair's still done up in a bun, her earrings dangling on either side of her face. Her cheeks are hot as she runs her fingers along your own torso, sliding up your top to reveal your bare chest; you help her, the brief tangling around your hair giving her enough time to start panting a bit at the sight of your naked upper body. Even if it doesn't really matter any more, since you could just mind control Dany and all her alternate personalities to find you attractive no matter what, you still prefer it this way - the genuine basis of her desire for you makes it all the sexier and helps feed your ego to boot.\n\nShe shakes her head, snapping herself out of her stare, and begins to swallow you up, her wet sex slowly but surely enveloping you. She shudders at the sensation, the sharp waves of pleasure that rush up through her body, reaching into her head and making her mouth fall open. Faint little noises escape her throat, and you begin to slide your hands along her thighs, at first simply teasing at them, then massaging them, then outright groping them.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **The Husband**: The protagonist is described as being happy to be his wife's loving househusband. He has multiple personalities, including Dany, Britney, Tel-Thea, Kiki, and Maneater. Each personality serves specific purposes:\n\t* Dany: obedient and submissive, ideal for dates and cuddling.\n\t* Britney: a brat used for sadistic play.\n\t* Tel-Thea: used for deception and manipulation without violence.\n\t* Kiki: a fun-loving alternative for a good time.\n\t* Maneater: a dominant and aggressive personality focused on him, inspired by his wife's classy tastes and rapacious streak.\n2. **Dany (Alternate Personality)**: Dany is the husband's primary personality, a loving and obedient wife. She wears a collar and wedding ring and is pregnant. She has green eyes and is described as beautiful.\n3. **Maneater (Alternate Personality)**: A dominant and aggressive personality triggered by the command phrase \"Maneater.\" This personality is modeled after the husband's wife, with similar classy tastes and a focus on him.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Mind Control**: The husband has the ability to manipulate his wife's thoughts and actions through mental commands. He uses this power to induce various personalities and influence their behavior.\n2. **Personality Multiplicity**: The husband can switch between different personalities, each serving a specific purpose. These personalities have distinct traits, behaviors, and preferences.\n3. **Sadism and Dominance**: The husband enjoys sadistic play and dominance over his wife, often using his powers to create scenarios where she submits to his will.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\nNone explicitly mentioned in the story.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Magic System**: The story implies the existence of magic or supernatural abilities, particularly through the husband's mind control powers. However, the specifics of this system are not fully explored.\n2. **Rules of Relationship Dynamics**: The narrative suggests that relationships in this world may involve complex dynamics, including submission, obedience, and dominance. These rules seem to be influenced by the husband's powers and the personalities he creates.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography**: No explicit information is given about the setting's geography.\n2. **Politics**: There is no mention of politics or government structures within the story.\n3. **Social Hierarchies**: The narrative implies a social hierarchy where some individuals (like the husband) possess unique powers or abilities that allow them to dominate others.\n4. **Laws Governing the World**: The story does not provide insight into any laws or regulations governing the world.\n\nPlease note that the provided text focuses primarily on character interactions and relationships rather than exploring broader world-building aspects. If you'd like me to expand on any of these points or clarify further, please let me know!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nClarice isn't quite so composed as you, though. You've set this personality so that it will pretty much always be the best sex of her life every time you stick it in, and that certain submissive fantasies (that she's deeply embarrassed by) will start coming to the surface. As such, her cheeks are flushed and her lips are parted, a bit of saliva pooling on her lower lip as she unfocuses in pleasure.\n\nYou wait until she first orgasms atop you, a process that takes a good minute or so, before grabbing her by the hips and just twisting her around, sending her onto her back on the bed beneath you as you move atop her. Her lips start to move, perhaps to object, but a sharp slam of your hips deep inside her making her just deepen her moan of pleasure, going a tad cross-eyed, swallowing the wetness in her throat. Her mouth instead just makes these desperate panting noises as you frantically fuck into her, the bed beneath the two of you squeaking from each progressive thrust.\n\nHer cheeks are red, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure, her gaze loosely wandering your naked body as you thrust inside her. Her legs remained parted, and she doesn't stop you at all, as you grab her thighs, hefting them up a bit to make it easier to get deep inside her.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe's pretty much constantly coming, orgasm after orgasm hitting her in such rapid sequence she can barely talk. You fill the silence with a bit of dirty talk. \"How about I deposit an investment in this pregnant belly of yours?\" You ask, with a grunt. \"What idiot of a man knocked you up and then dumped you? It's hard to imagine anyone could be that stupid.\"\n\n\"I-I-I h-h-have, a h-ha-hard time, t-t-too,\" she manages to get out, signalling that she also can't imagine why anybody would abandon her like that. She squeals beneath you, her back arching, grinding against you, frantically moaning in pleasure, thrashing about like a fish on dry land as it washes over her.\n\nYou kiss her, hungrily, on the lips once more, and let her legs leave your grasp. For a bit, they snap around your hips as your tongue explores her compliant mouth, swishing against her tongue, her cheek, her palate, her lips, her gums. Then she comes again, and you break off the kiss, grasping her by the hips and twisting her around, corkscrewing her whole body on your cock until she's forced onto her hands and knees. Saliva drips freely from her mouth, and her thighs are slowly soaked as you start to fuck her doggy style. You grab her hair bun, then, yanking her up by it, and she promptly comes from the mistreatment, clamping down on your cock as you lean down over her to meet her lips in this lewd position.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIt's obvious she's absolutely enjoying every stroke you give her, and equally obvious that she's deeply ashamed that you're so completely conquering her. You nibble at her neck and shoulders, at her ear, pull her hair out of the bun then use it like a rein to control her movements and keep her close. When you unload in her cunt, you don't let that stop you, just shifting to another position as you pound her into the bed.\n\nAfter a good hour and a half or so of sex, you flop down on your back, and she immediately moves for your cock, mindlessly licking and sucking it, as if after her own pleasure, still unsatisfied. It's only when you grab her tangled mess of blonde hair and fuck her throat on your cock that she actually gets satisfied, moaning and orgasming again and again, eyes rolling up as that stupid face appears on her face. You leave a sticky load of cum all over her features, and she just twitches and basks in it as she lies down near the foot of your bed, too sexually exhausted even to come up to you.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Robin**: \n - Appearance: White-haired, alabaster ponytails, tall boots.\n - Personality: Frustrated, determined, tactical genius, slightly meek.\n - Special Abilities: Wind magic, skilled tactician.\n - Relationships: Works closely with Chrom, has interactions with other members of the Ylissean army.\n\n2. **Gryphon**: \n - Appearance: Large, muscular lion-like body, eagle-like wings, imposing presence.\n - Personality: Territorial, powerful, possibly intelligent (as demonstrated by its actions).\n - Special Abilities: Unknown magical abilities, immense physical strength.\n - Relationships: None explicitly stated; appears to be a wild animal.\n\n3. **Chrom**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Protective, cautious, possibly wise.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Leader of the Ylissean army, close relationship with Robin.\n\n4. **Lissa**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Joking, possibly teasing.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Friend or acquaintance of Robin, part of the Ylissean army.\n\n5. **Frederick**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, knowledgeable about animals.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Has advised Robin about handling bears and possibly other animals.\n\n6. **Miriel**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly informative, possibly involved in the situation.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Mentioned as telling Chrom about thunderbolt.\n\n7. **Sully**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly friendly, possibly experienced with horses.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Has an accent similar to Robin’s, interacts with horses in the stable.\n\n8. **Vaike**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly used as a comparison for Robin’s actions.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacts with Robin in a training context.\n\n9. **Lucina**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly given advice to Robin.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin in a past situation.\n\n10. **Sumia**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly concerned about safety, possibly informed Robin about potential risks.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly suggested precautions to avoid detection.\n\n11. **Cerche**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly given advice to Robin.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly mentioned as giving advice on handling beasts.\n\n12. **Thorin**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly powerful, possibly associated with magic.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Mentioned as possibly connected to Robin’s experience.\n\n13. **Gauis**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly joking, possibly insightful.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly made a comment about her lineage and power.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n- Robin has exceptional wind magic skills and is a skilled tactician.\n- The Gryphon seems to have unknown magical abilities and immense physical strength.\n- Robin has a tendency to get frustrated when unable to act or participate in battles.\n- Robin sometimes uses Sully’s accent when interacting with animals.\n- Robin has a fascination with understanding and recruiting powerful creatures like the Gryphon.\n- Robin is willing to take risks to achieve her goals, even if they involve personal danger.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Elwind Tome**: \n - Appearance: Described as a tome containing wind magic spells.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin for combat and possibly other purposes.\n - Function: Allows Robin to cast wind-based spells.\n\n2. **Parchment and Fire**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin to send messages to Chrom during battles.\n - Function: Enables Robin to communicate with Chrom over long distances.\n\n3. **Tome**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin for unknown purposes.\n - Function: Possibly contains information or spells that help Robin.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Magic System**: \n - Description: Magic exists in this world and can be used by certain individuals.\n - Rules: Magic users must follow specific rules or face consequences.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but seemingly tied to individual capabilities and knowledge.\n\n2. **Wind Magic**: \n - Description: A type of magic that allows users to manipulate air.\n - Rules: Users must understand and control their abilities to use them effectively.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to user skill and knowledge.\n\n3. **Beast Handling**: \n - Description: Certain individuals seem to have knowledge about handling and understanding beasts.\n - Rules: This knowledge may come from experience or education.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to individual expertise and experience.\n\n4. **Territorial Animals**: \n - Description: Some animals are territorial and will defend their territories aggressively.\n - Rules: These animals may attack anyone who enters their territory without permission.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to animal behavior and instincts.\n\n5. **Military Hierarchy**: \n - Description: The Ylissean army has a hierarchical structure with leaders and subordinates.\n - Rules: Members must follow orders and respect their superiors.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to military protocol and tradition.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography**: \n - Description: The story takes place in a forest with a mountainous landscape.\n - Features: Forests, mountains, possibly other geographical features.\n\n2. **Politics**: \n - Description: The Ylissean army is led by Chrom and operates within a larger political framework.\n - Structure: The army has a hierarchical structure with leaders and subordinates.\n - Goals: The army's primary goal is to protect its people and territory.\n\n3. **Social Hierarchies**: \n - Description: The story mentions social hierarchies within the army, with some members holding more authority than others.\n - Structure: The hierarchy is likely based on rank, experience, and position within the army.\n - Goals: Members strive to climb the ranks and gain recognition within the army.\n\n4. **Laws and Regulations**: \n - Description: The story implies that there are laws and regulations governing the use of magic and beast handling.\n - Rules: Users must follow these rules to avoid punishment or consequences.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to individual capabilities and knowledge.\n\nPlease note that some details might not be explicitly stated in the provided text. If you need further clarification or additional information, please let me know!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nA long sigh left her lips as she looked at the map lain out in front of her. A map that had been enchanted by more court wizards and specialists than she was sure the kingdom could rightfully afford right now. Maybe in the heyday when this was made, just maybe, but not at this point in time. That fact alone made this map more valuable than her own hide. In a sense at least.\n\nThe map was great enough to show her where every enemy unit was stationed, minus those who were keeping themselves guarded in homes and free of conflict, but it didn’t give her a sense for what they were thinking. She could guess nine times out of ten, but that was usually because they were usually ambushed by greedy bandits, desperate soldiers, or feral beasts. Not hard to guess what they were thinking.\n\nIt was a shame, because she knew she could tell a lot more from someone if she was able to hear them talk. Heck, she was good enough to get in with the Shepards after having only been with Chrom for a couple of days, at best, and that was after losing a good chunk of her memory. She only knew enough of what to say because of what they were doing. And dammit, she remembered Frederick being the hard one to get around.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBut that just made it a challenge, and one she not only accepted, but conquered. And what was more rewarding to a tactician then overcoming a challenge? She had a hard time telling, namely because she had been in so many of those situations already. Lissa had made the joke that if she a gray hair for every life-or-death situation she had been in, she’d look like an old lady.\n\nThat was a decidedly poor way to tell Robin her white hair made her look old. At least wearing it in pigtails helped, a little. She sighed away the memory, focusing instead on the map at her knees.\n\n\"Revenants are at the base, make sure you surrounded the entrances with Paladins. Keep Archers behind them, Mages paired for resistance support.\" Though the Paladins were stalwart foes when dealing with most attacks, they were far from invincible. They would need support from range, so long as they held any physical or magical foes that came their way. Her quick fingers made short work of writing the message into a scroll.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nRobin sighed again as she rolled up the parchment, letting it burn in her hand. Burn and be automatically transferred to Chrom out in the field. It was by his request that he was out there and she was staying behind. Not in the camp, where she could easily be distracted, but not in the thick of battle, where she could all too easily be assaulted. She wanted to blame on him, but it was a difficult task. \n\nAfter all, she had been ambushed just recently.\n\n\"It was one time,\" Robin listed quietly to herself, almost pulling at her long alabaster ponytails in frustration. \"One time I didn’t account for a ruined home being used as a bandit outpost and he says I have to stay out of spellcaster range. And of course, Miriel had to tell him about thunderbolt at that point.\" She didn’t spite either of her fellow warriors, but she was miffed at her situation.\n\nThe famed tactician of the Ylissean army, hiding in the woods like a bandit. Gauis had made the joke that with her lineage and power, she could make out like one in any army, but she didn’t want that. She wanted to be in the field and helping, not acting like the cowards they were fighting and just shooting out orders willy-nilly, that hardly accomplished anything. At least out there she could actually do something.\n\nShe blew a strand of white hair out of her eyes, straining her ears to at least hear the battle happening across the forest away. Seriously, great cover and all, great tactics for being able to stay hidden, especially if you didn’t want to be seen, but horrible when you were listening to your friends potentially being maimed and all you had to go on was a map.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nRobin sighed again, the fourth time already, a put her hand to her forehead. She had to focus on something else or else she was going to go crazy. Crazy enough to make her at least consider going against Chrom’s orders, suicidal as that sounded. \n\n\"Just have to relax,\" she told herself, again, the same thing a lot of mages and the more intellectual of their crew had told her. \"Relax, stay calm, and find something to keep yourself busy.\" That last one may have been more her than them. Still a good point, as she was the Tactician of the Shepards, and Ylissean’s army at that. \"Question is, what can I do alone in the woods and a good league away from any actual enemies.\"\n\nNormal answers were studying, sleeping, or training. But training needed a dummy or partner, studying needed books, and sleeping wasn’t possible in broad daylight, easily at least. So that left her with next to nothing. Even better.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe growled before she sighed again, putting hands to her hair and messing it up. Not intentionally, as a few of their more feminine compatriots would get fussy about it, namely Lissa, but she had little else to worry about. If acting like a spoiled kid got her some attention, then Robin would take it. Maybe then Chrom would refuse to let her leave his sight, thereby dragging her into the field! \n\nRobin ran through the odds in her head... and came up empty at the chances.\n\n\"GAAAAAAAAAH!\" She yelled into the air, scaring birds out of their nests in the high canopy of her. The sound of their retreating flaps filled the air. It was the only sound she could hear that wasn’t her, and that was maddening. At least for a moment.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"GRAAAAAAAAAGH!\" the second scream that filled the air wasn’t her own, and it was a lot louder than her own.\n\nRobin looked up as it split the air, up and around as she tried to find just what had screamed. Her hands were at the map, stuffing it away in case she needed to run, fumbling for a tome in case she needed to fight, and looking everywhere she had to in case she needed to jump. That scream sounded familiar, but she was no biologist or expert in the cries of animals. It could have been anything from a rabid animal to a terrifying dragon to her. Wyvern just as easily. \n\nShe heard twigs snapping behind her, making her spin in her large dark cloak, holding up her Elwind tome and preparing to fire. She could blast a large area with it and run if necessary. That would be acceptable. She could fight if the enemy was small enough. What she ended up seeing, however, required neither.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nInstead of a ferocious enemy, Robin saw a large Gryphon. It was almost just as terrifying.\n\nA tall and regal creature, the eagle’s face and wing span across its muscular back already an intimidating sight alone. Coupled with the lion’s body able to tear through her in a moment’s charge, certainly didn’t help. She had seen and interacted with the gryphons at camp, well aware of that they normally did in the presence of strangers. Screeched.\n\nThis one had done much the same, and now bore down on Robin. The difference from then and now, however, was rather pronounced and obvious to the Ylissean tactician. She didn’t have a wrangler with her. At all.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Robin**: \n - Appearance: White-haired, alabaster ponytails, tall boots.\n - Personality: Frustrated, determined, tactical genius, slightly meek.\n - Special Abilities: Wind magic, skilled tactician.\n - Relationships: Works closely with Chrom, has interactions with other members of the Ylissean army.\n\n2. **Gryphon**: \n - Appearance: Large, muscular lion-like body, eagle-like wings, imposing presence.\n - Personality: Territorial, powerful, possibly intelligent (as demonstrated by its actions).\n - Special Abilities: Unknown magical abilities, immense physical strength.\n - Relationships: None explicitly stated; appears to be a wild animal.\n\n3. **Chrom**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Protective, cautious, possibly wise.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Leader of the Ylissean army, close relationship with Robin.\n\n4. **Lissa**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Joking, possibly teasing.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Friend or acquaintance of Robin, part of the Ylissean army.\n\n5. **Frederick**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, knowledgeable about animals.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Has advised Robin about handling bears and possibly other animals.\n\n6. **Miriel**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly informative, possibly involved in the situation.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Mentioned as telling Chrom about thunderbolt.\n\n7. **Sully**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly friendly, possibly experienced with horses.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Has an accent similar to Robin’s, interacts with horses in the stable.\n\n8. **Vaike**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly used as a comparison for Robin’s actions.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacts with Robin in a training context.\n\n9. **Lucina**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly given advice to Robin.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin in a past situation.\n\n10. **Sumia**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly concerned about safety, possibly informed Robin about potential risks.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly suggested precautions to avoid detection.\n\n11. **Cerche**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly given advice to Robin.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly mentioned as giving advice on handling beasts.\n\n12. **Thorin**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly powerful, possibly associated with magic.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Mentioned as possibly connected to Robin’s experience.\n\n13. **Gauis**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly joking, possibly insightful.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly made a comment about her lineage and power.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n- Robin has exceptional wind magic skills and is a skilled tactician.\n- The Gryphon seems to have unknown magical abilities and immense physical strength.\n- Robin has a tendency to get frustrated when unable to act or participate in battles.\n- Robin sometimes uses Sully’s accent when interacting with animals.\n- Robin has a fascination with understanding and recruiting powerful creatures like the Gryphon.\n- Robin is willing to take risks to achieve her goals, even if they involve personal danger.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Elwind Tome**: \n - Appearance: Described as a tome containing wind magic spells.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin for combat and possibly other purposes.\n - Function: Allows Robin to cast wind-based spells.\n\n2. **Parchment and Fire**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin to send messages to Chrom during battles.\n - Function: Enables Robin to communicate with Chrom over long distances.\n\n3. **Tome**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin for unknown purposes.\n - Function: Possibly contains information or spells that help Robin.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Magic System**: \n - Description: Magic exists in this world and can be used by certain individuals.\n - Rules: Magic users must follow specific rules or face consequences.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but seemingly tied to individual capabilities and knowledge.\n\n2. **Wind Magic**: \n - Description: A type of magic that allows users to manipulate air.\n - Rules: Users must understand and control their abilities to use them effectively.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to user skill and knowledge.\n\n3. **Beast Handling**: \n - Description: Certain individuals seem to have knowledge about handling and understanding beasts.\n - Rules: This knowledge may come from experience or education.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to individual expertise and experience.\n\n4. **Territorial Animals**: \n - Description: Some animals are territorial and will defend their territories aggressively.\n - Rules: These animals may attack anyone who enters their territory without permission.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to animal behavior and instincts.\n\n5. **Military Hierarchy**: \n - Description: The Ylissean army has a hierarchical structure with leaders and subordinates.\n - Rules: Members must follow orders and respect their superiors.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to military protocol and tradition.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography**: \n - Description: The story takes place in a forest with a mountainous landscape.\n - Features: Forests, mountains, possibly other geographical features.\n\n2. **Politics**: \n - Description: The Ylissean army is led by Chrom and operates within a larger political framework.\n - Structure: The army has a hierarchical structure with leaders and subordinates.\n - Goals: The army's primary goal is to protect its people and territory.\n\n3. **Social Hierarchies**: \n - Description: The story mentions social hierarchies within the army, with some members holding more authority than others.\n - Structure: The hierarchy is likely based on rank, experience, and position within the army.\n - Goals: Members strive to climb the ranks and gain recognition within the army.\n\n4. **Laws and Regulations**: \n - Description: The story implies that there are laws and regulations governing the use of magic and beast handling.\n - Rules: Users must follow these rules to avoid punishment or consequences.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to individual capabilities and knowledge.\n\nPlease note that some details might not be explicitly stated in the provided text. If you need further clarification or additional information, please let me know!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I knew I should have asked about those lessons,\" she grumbled to herself, wondering if she would have to forgive any of the mounted allies in the army at a later date. Apologize, grovel, and thank them for assistance. That is, of course, after she was able to calm the beast. While wind magic would work wonders on it, it would also be a waste. Not only that, she could name two members of their party who would be upset at her for killing the animal so brazenly.\n\nEspecially one that was easily heads taller than her, and while still on all fours. If she were to lay down next to it, she’d need to stack herself head to head to make up for its length. She was small next to it, making Robin almost wonder if there was something special about this Gryphon, enough for it to be approaching her on its legs rather than snatching her out of the air, not that she had much room to complain.\n\n\"H-Hello there,\" Robin’s voice caught as she stared up at the beast. It glowered down at here, unsure if the sound she was hearing was a purr or growl. Could eagle’s even do that? She’d have to ask later. \"I don’t suppose you are... coming here because I screamed?\" She didn’t honestly expect an answer, not from an animal like this. Powerful as it was, if even by just size alone, it would have been foolish to expect a response, verbal at least.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHer surprise, however, was met when the beast did move. She clutched the Elwind tomb a bit tighter, watching as the beast walked forward, stalking her. It circled her in the thicket of the forest, expanding its wings what it could, showing off the size and might of the creature that it was. Perhaps there were those in their company who’d argue against a Gryphon over a Wyvern, but there was no denying that this was a magnificent mount to be had.\n\n\"You seem like a... friendly fella, don’t you?\" Robin tried to incorporate a bit of Sully’s accent into her tongue. The horses in the stable loved her, and she talked this way all the time. The harsh glare of the monster bearing down on her, however, didn’t change. If anything, it only dug its claws into the dirt a bit harder. \"Or maybe... I-I-‘m invading your territory?\" Now that was a bad thing.\n\nGryphons were like any other wild animal, territorial and highly possessive. Most predators were, unsurprisingly. It was how they managed to round up good hunting meat and guard dogs, by thinking like them. This Gryphon, however, was clearly the top of the chain in whatever what Robin bent it. She couldn’t imagine anything short of a freaking dragon being able to do much against it. Wings or not, it didn’t look like it would be something that would just fall.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Or maybe... you’re looking for something from me...\" Frederick had told her about how bears will sometimes leave travelers alone if they are given something to eat. Another territorial habit and, honestly, she could see an eagle/lion acting the same way. Even if she only had a slight idea of what it wanted to eat. \"I’m sorry that I... I don’t have anything to share on me.\" Because if she brought food with her, that could be traced, as Sumia had told her to Chrom’s suggestion. Dammit Sumia!\n\nThe Gryphon blew a tuft of air out of its nostrils, strong enough to make her pigtails billow about like it was a breeze. Didn’t eve give mention to how she could feel it surround her body as well. There was a strong breeze to be sure. Then there was... whatever that was. It wasn’t even from some magical spell or tome. It was just... it.\n\nClaws scrapped across the ground as it adjusted to face her. Robin kept herself stiff, which she knew wasn’t a good idea, but unable to think of a better idea on how to avoid it. It was massive by any scale she could imagine, likely able to pick up horses with its size and even more than capable of carrying a general if they had one. To imagine this beast on the field of battle would mean diverting several troops for protection and support alone! That didn’t even give credit and credence to how big it was when it just sat back, billowed out its wings, and towered over her like a castle to a village below.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nEven more so it straightened itself, practically towering over her, and showed its furred underside, muscled like a lion’s should be, and a cock that stuck out nearly-\n\nWait, hold on.\n\nRobin had to blink, nearly dropping her tome, as her eyes settled on the bestial member. She thought she was mistaken, easily distracted, or something else to emphasize that the cock was not real. The Gryphon was real, sitting on haunches and glowering down at her with that fixed look still but... the cock was... \n\nNo, the dick was still there. And wow. Robin had seen her fair share, having to help in the stables here and there as well as walking in on a few of her more masculine members washing themselves, and the dicks were varying in size. But this one... it didn’t seem right to even compare it. It was just... thick as her leg even. She was by no means a meaty girl, far from Sully’s size. But the dick was... her thigh in width.\n\nAnd length... perhaps even just as long. Now wait, longer.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIt flared up and out with pink skin, stained around its sheath the same color as its fur, and practically radiating with a heat that made her start to sweat. That was what it was, the heat. She was sweating because of the heat a-and nothing. Robin swallowed again as she stared at it, mesmerized by it almost as if by a dark mage’s spell. It certainly was... something to stare at.\n\n\"Th-That is impressive,\" Robin managed to squeak out, unsure of how meeker she could look in front of a monster that could probably beat her to death with that cock, but still swallowed nonetheless. It only continued to let out that deep rumbling sound. \"You must have thought my call was... something like...\" a mating call? The idea of it was stupid... but she couldn’t come up with a better excuse.\n\nWas that what this was? A call to mate? Robin, rather than be properly against the idea, instead thought of the benefits to it. She cursed her tactical mind. Far from sexually dissatisfied, but clearly in need of helping her army more. And this monster was... this mount was something that could be valuable to them...<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe just had to think about this Gryphon like it was an enemy unit willing to be recruited. It was strong, doubtlessly, but still one that had wasn’t much compared to the Shepards. They may not have been here to show it, but she could still recruit this thing... maybe. If she did, then it was another mount for their knights to ride into battle with. That would potentially make another scouting unit or even a flanking cavalry from across mountain tops. That couldn’t be overstated in usefulness!\n\nBut if there were no units to help placate it but herself... then that means she had to calm it down with something non-violent. And for her alone to do it, without the wrangling experience of others meant... Robin gulped as the ideas flooded her mind. For once, she wasn’t all that excited she was a tactical genius.\n\nBecause right now, it was leading her to getting fucked.<|eot_id|>"
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Personality: Joking, possibly teasing.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Friend or acquaintance of Robin, part of the Ylissean army.\n\n5. **Frederick**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, knowledgeable about animals.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Has advised Robin about handling bears and possibly other animals.\n\n6. **Miriel**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly informative, possibly involved in the situation.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Mentioned as telling Chrom about thunderbolt.\n\n7. **Sully**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly friendly, possibly experienced with horses.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Has an accent similar to Robin’s, interacts with horses in the stable.\n\n8. **Vaike**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly used as a comparison for Robin’s actions.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacts with Robin in a training context.\n\n9. **Lucina**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly given advice to Robin.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin in a past situation.\n\n10. **Sumia**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly concerned about safety, possibly informed Robin about potential risks.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly suggested precautions to avoid detection.\n\n11. **Cerche**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly given advice to Robin.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly mentioned as giving advice on handling beasts.\n\n12. **Thorin**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly powerful, possibly associated with magic.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Mentioned as possibly connected to Robin’s experience.\n\n13. **Gauis**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly joking, possibly insightful.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly made a comment about her lineage and power.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n- Robin has exceptional wind magic skills and is a skilled tactician.\n- The Gryphon seems to have unknown magical abilities and immense physical strength.\n- Robin has a tendency to get frustrated when unable to act or participate in battles.\n- Robin sometimes uses Sully’s accent when interacting with animals.\n- Robin has a fascination with understanding and recruiting powerful creatures like the Gryphon.\n- Robin is willing to take risks to achieve her goals, even if they involve personal danger.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Elwind Tome**: \n - Appearance: Described as a tome containing wind magic spells.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin for combat and possibly other purposes.\n - Function: Allows Robin to cast wind-based spells.\n\n2. **Parchment and Fire**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin to send messages to Chrom during battles.\n - Function: Enables Robin to communicate with Chrom over long distances.\n\n3. **Tome**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin for unknown purposes.\n - Function: Possibly contains information or spells that help Robin.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Magic System**: \n - Description: Magic exists in this world and can be used by certain individuals.\n - Rules: Magic users must follow specific rules or face consequences.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but seemingly tied to individual capabilities and knowledge.\n\n2. **Wind Magic**: \n - Description: A type of magic that allows users to manipulate air.\n - Rules: Users must understand and control their abilities to use them effectively.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to user skill and knowledge.\n\n3. **Beast Handling**: \n - Description: Certain individuals seem to have knowledge about handling and understanding beasts.\n - Rules: This knowledge may come from experience or education.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to individual expertise and experience.\n\n4. **Territorial Animals**: \n - Description: Some animals are territorial and will defend their territories aggressively.\n - Rules: These animals may attack anyone who enters their territory without permission.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to animal behavior and instincts.\n\n5. **Military Hierarchy**: \n - Description: The Ylissean army has a hierarchical structure with leaders and subordinates.\n - Rules: Members must follow orders and respect their superiors.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to military protocol and tradition.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography**: \n - Description: The story takes place in a forest with a mountainous landscape.\n - Features: Forests, mountains, possibly other geographical features.\n\n2. **Politics**: \n - Description: The Ylissean army is led by Chrom and operates within a larger political framework.\n - Structure: The army has a hierarchical structure with leaders and subordinates.\n - Goals: The army's primary goal is to protect its people and territory.\n\n3. **Social Hierarchies**: \n - Description: The story mentions social hierarchies within the army, with some members holding more authority than others.\n - Structure: The hierarchy is likely based on rank, experience, and position within the army.\n - Goals: Members strive to climb the ranks and gain recognition within the army.\n\n4. **Laws and Regulations**: \n - Description: The story implies that there are laws and regulations governing the use of magic and beast handling.\n - Rules: Users must follow these rules to avoid punishment or consequences.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to individual capabilities and knowledge.\n\nPlease note that some details might not be explicitly stated in the provided text. If you need further clarification or additional information, please let me know!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"M-Maybe just a... just a little bit,\" she justified as she started to walk forward, almost unaware of how she had already stripped herself of her dark robe and dropped her Elwind tome. Standing beneath the high chest of the monster with her tan attire, tall boots and... little else. She discounted the drool that was running down her cheek, even as the sharp eyes of the Gryphon didn’t leave her. She may not have been a wrangler or tamer of beasts... but how hard could this be?\n\nHer bare hand touched the cock, and she immediately knew it would be challenging. It was hot as some fire tomes to the touch, making her nearly gasp at the heat. Her fingers grabbed what she could, clearly incapable of wrapping her hands fully around it. Her other hand rose to the opposite side, squeezing at it with what strength her arms could muster. It still felt like she was grabbing at a log. A very hot, musky, vein throbbing log.\n\nShe ignored the claws of the beast that dug into the ground behind her, perhaps even trying to thrust forward and onto her. Robin pursed her lips instead as she continued to stroke the member, letting her fingers run over it and smelling, if not tasting, the musk that came off of it. It was certainly... potent, if not for a better word. One that made her own legs a bit harder to keep still. Not many issues with that.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe was flexing her arms to move them up and down the member, the action becoming easier with each stroke. Every bounce that allowed her to travel up and down its length, feeling the skin roll underneath her hands, sweat dripping off of it as well as her own body. And... and it was becoming faster. She was moving faster over it. Her face was flushed with her actions but she continued to move, acting like this was a training session with Vaike or something a-and this was making her hotter because of the workout and not the massive fuck pillar she was beating up and down and-\n\nSPLAT! She let out a noise of indifference as the feeling of something thick hit her head. Robin stopped, putting a hand to the top of her pigtailed alabaster hair, pulling it back when she felt something slick, but heavy, on her. She brought her hand down as she looked up. That was not the smarter move.\n\nIt had Robin getting a face full of the pre-cum dripping off of the Gryphon’s cock. Right over her face, painting her nose, and dripping into her mouth.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"GRAHGH~!\" She spluttered out as she fell back, swallowing some of the heavy liquid as she tried to push it off of her face. She thought the musk was rich and thick. This liquid could be mistaken for wheel grease it was so heavy! Heavy and... oh dear Grima so hot! Hot enough that it was spreading through her entire body as it worked! Her face shook, so hard her hair undid itself, making her white locks fall down around her face, dripping with the precum that had splashed on her. \n\nSPLAT! And there was more now! Robin quickly took to stripping herself of the rest of her clothes, already feeling more of that near poisonous liquid hitting them. Her top was nearly torn off, exposing her breasts and flat stomach, at the same time her boots were kicked off with some incredible haste. She stood only long enough to pull her pants off, falling onto her ass as she forced them up, sending them over her head in a hurry.\n\nIt ended with Robin, the famed Shepard tactician, already soaked across her face with Gryphon pre-cum, naked undeath the beast, and panting through the heat and musk. All the while its clearly breaking cock looming over her. The eyes of the beast looked down her just as threateningly. She knew this wasn’t the best way to placate a beast like this, as Cherche would tell her. But... what other choice did she have.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nRobin let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan when the cock landed on her. Hitting her naked body like a bandit’s club, and twice as heavy. It trapped her beneath the ground, leading her unable to decide if the earth or the cock was the harder between the two. It hardly mattered, not with the flared head of the member poking at her face, mixing with its own precum and draining more of it over her. \n\nShe couldn’t even stop her legs from lifting up and surrounding the member, smashing her breasts and cunt against it, like a snake’s burrowing hole to a fucking python. Perhaps she was under a spell of some kind, namely as she lifted her arms around the hulking member, finally able to wrap parts of her body around its girth, and started stroking herself up and down its length. The beast growled in pleasure above her, matched by its talons ripping the earth beneath them, roots and all.\n\nThe Ylissean tactician felt more of the pre-cum drip down from the cock head. It collected at her neck and felt almost like a pot’s boiling broth more than it did an excrement from a dick, especially one this size. It didn’t boil her skin, but it did melt her mind. It slowly dripped down the rest of her naked body, through the valley of her breasts, small as they were, and down the rest of her stomach until they collected at her pussy and clit. Sitting there and smearing into the juices she herself was letting out, mixing with it like a demonic witch’s brew.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAnd it was doing something amazing, as her mind was more than just melting with it. It felt like it was changing. Clinging slowly shifted from trying to surround the fuck pillar with her own body and slowly moved into pumping it. Guiding herself up and down along it as she let it take her over and fuck her. It couldn’t, not yet, but she was fucking it from the outside as best she could, letting her body warm and squeeze it, legs locked around it by the ankles and arms the same way, as she pumped the monster’s cock.\n\nRobin held fast as it lowered itself, making her long hair graze at the ground, even as she pumped her entire body up and down its length. Holding it like she would the spike of a battering ram, but hoping intensely that this would not be such a ram to her! Maybe, probably because... well, it was simply too big. And the way she was acting with it, by Naga above!\n\nShe had seen plays and toys with acts and devices such as this, but she never imagined she’d be one.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nA fucking cock warmer.\n\nThat was what she was right now, be it intentionally or not. Maybe it was because she was frustrated in the woods, maybe it was because there was a battle going on and all she could do was send out orders through parchment and fire, or maybe it was because she hadn’t had a good hard fucking in some time, but the mixture of the musk, the stench, the heat, and the size of the Gryphon was just too much. She could never mock any of the cavalry members again for spending too much time in the barns now.\n\nIf this was what their stallions and mounts were like... she wanted to join them. Join them and... oh no.\n\nThe idea of ‘no’ came when she felt the beast start to hump back as well. Robin gripped the cock tighter as it started fucking its way up and down with her still attached. Her body shook while she was latched onto it, her hair waving even if her cunt and tits were still smashed beneath the pillar of meat, against it and tight enough to keep her from moving far!<|eot_id|>"
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Personality: Joking, possibly teasing.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Friend or acquaintance of Robin, part of the Ylissean army.\n\n5. **Frederick**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, knowledgeable about animals.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Has advised Robin about handling bears and possibly other animals.\n\n6. **Miriel**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly informative, possibly involved in the situation.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Mentioned as telling Chrom about thunderbolt.\n\n7. **Sully**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly friendly, possibly experienced with horses.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Has an accent similar to Robin’s, interacts with horses in the stable.\n\n8. **Vaike**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly used as a comparison for Robin’s actions.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacts with Robin in a training context.\n\n9. **Lucina**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly given advice to Robin.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin in a past situation.\n\n10. **Sumia**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly concerned about safety, possibly informed Robin about potential risks.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly suggested precautions to avoid detection.\n\n11. **Cerche**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly given advice to Robin.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly mentioned as giving advice on handling beasts.\n\n12. **Thorin**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly powerful, possibly associated with magic.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Mentioned as possibly connected to Robin’s experience.\n\n13. **Gauis**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly joking, possibly insightful.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly made a comment about her lineage and power.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n- Robin has exceptional wind magic skills and is a skilled tactician.\n- The Gryphon seems to have unknown magical abilities and immense physical strength.\n- Robin has a tendency to get frustrated when unable to act or participate in battles.\n- Robin sometimes uses Sully’s accent when interacting with animals.\n- Robin has a fascination with understanding and recruiting powerful creatures like the Gryphon.\n- Robin is willing to take risks to achieve her goals, even if they involve personal danger.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Elwind Tome**: \n - Appearance: Described as a tome containing wind magic spells.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin for combat and possibly other purposes.\n - Function: Allows Robin to cast wind-based spells.\n\n2. **Parchment and Fire**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin to send messages to Chrom during battles.\n - Function: Enables Robin to communicate with Chrom over long distances.\n\n3. **Tome**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin for unknown purposes.\n - Function: Possibly contains information or spells that help Robin.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Magic System**: \n - Description: Magic exists in this world and can be used by certain individuals.\n - Rules: Magic users must follow specific rules or face consequences.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but seemingly tied to individual capabilities and knowledge.\n\n2. **Wind Magic**: \n - Description: A type of magic that allows users to manipulate air.\n - Rules: Users must understand and control their abilities to use them effectively.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to user skill and knowledge.\n\n3. **Beast Handling**: \n - Description: Certain individuals seem to have knowledge about handling and understanding beasts.\n - Rules: This knowledge may come from experience or education.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to individual expertise and experience.\n\n4. **Territorial Animals**: \n - Description: Some animals are territorial and will defend their territories aggressively.\n - Rules: These animals may attack anyone who enters their territory without permission.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to animal behavior and instincts.\n\n5. **Military Hierarchy**: \n - Description: The Ylissean army has a hierarchical structure with leaders and subordinates.\n - Rules: Members must follow orders and respect their superiors.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to military protocol and tradition.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography**: \n - Description: The story takes place in a forest with a mountainous landscape.\n - Features: Forests, mountains, possibly other geographical features.\n\n2. **Politics**: \n - Description: The Ylissean army is led by Chrom and operates within a larger political framework.\n - Structure: The army has a hierarchical structure with leaders and subordinates.\n - Goals: The army's primary goal is to protect its people and territory.\n\n3. **Social Hierarchies**: \n - Description: The story mentions social hierarchies within the army, with some members holding more authority than others.\n - Structure: The hierarchy is likely based on rank, experience, and position within the army.\n - Goals: Members strive to climb the ranks and gain recognition within the army.\n\n4. **Laws and Regulations**: \n - Description: The story implies that there are laws and regulations governing the use of magic and beast handling.\n - Rules: Users must follow these rules to avoid punishment or consequences.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to individual capabilities and knowledge.\n\nPlease note that some details might not be explicitly stated in the provided text. If you need further clarification or additional information, please let me know!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIt didn’t matter, because the cock head was still pointing at her face, the precum still dripping over her naked body, and lubricating her up and down. She could see it getting thicker and heavier, feeling it getting grainier as it still surrounded and drenched her body. It was hitting her harder and faster, the head of the dick nearly slapping her face with its speed. She still held fast, clinging to it like a desperate whore!\n\nAnd how necessary that became when it came.\n\nThough she thought she was momentarily blinded by pleasure, it turns out that Robin was instead blinded by cum. A blast of it, perhaps more akin to a loose stream than a torrent, shooting into her face. It hardly compared to the strength of notched arrow hitting her, but arrows didn’t have the mass, volume, and size of this river coating her body up and down! She should have clamped her jaws, a panting and wanton mouth did nothing to stop the cum that shot into her jaw.\n\nIt filled her throat in moments, her mouth nearly full to the point of choking just as fast, and filling her gut up like a forefend meal. Robin’s cheeks filled up with the salty protein shake, her face was painted in seconds, still hard enough to make her twist her head and release the cock. That only let the beast draw back as she fell to the ground.\n\nCum and semen shot over her body as it did so. Facing the dirt as she was, her arms and back were sprayed with it like a shower head, hot liquid hitting her and making her moan. She cooed as her frazzled mind barely made the triumphant squawk of the Gryphon above her, a shriek that came with her body being drenched from waist to head, and far more over her face.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nEven as more continued to spill over her, Robin swallowed what she could. Tasting the monster’s semen and baby making cum as it coated her throat from lips to gut. Her hips were shaking as if she had cum, and her mind was humiliated enough to realize she just might have, somewhere between the lack of strength and endless heat she was giving off. \n\nOnly faintly, on the edge of her rapidly slipping sanity and lust growing like a dark flame, did Robin realize that she had arched her back. Bent it so she was bending backwards as far as she could with her face still shoved into the ground. Shoved into the grass and roots as she watched cum spill off of her and out of her lips, collecting on the surface beneath her. She watched it as she felt her ass lift, legs spread, and present her fuckable holes to the unfuckable cock. She didn’t realize what she was even doing.\n\nNot until she felt the cock land on her ass.\n\nNamely because she felt like she was supporting a literal tree trunk on her ass. All the while its sap fell onto the back of her head.\n\nThe trail of beast jizz running down the arch of her back, warming and mixing with the rest of the cum that was stained there, the volume of it running off of her back in rivulets and cementing her to the ground. It trailed across her line a careful line on a map, stopping on when it reached the crack of her ass. Robin bucked as she felt the flared head draw back a bit more, stopping when it was flat against her rump.\n\nWUMP. Then stopped still when she felt its claws pinning her arms.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nCum-stained as she was, seeing everything through a hazy white, the tactician was just able to spin her head enough to see the large forelegs of the beast pinning her arms still, claws out and digging into the earth. There wasn’t an inch of give beneath them, and the cum that stained them was squeezed out by the strength. Her body was kept in the bent over position, face being ground into the dirt, and her ass was still being pushed against. Harder... and harder... until the mind-fucked Robin realized what was happening. \n\n\"Wha~ W-Waighghg~\" She couldn’t tell the monster to stop, not when every attempt to speak either let more cum fall into her mouth or let more drain from it. Staining her tongue, making her roll it out to feel the salty liquid, hot as molten iron, and dripping through her. It did nothing to quell the beast as it continued to push against her, still just as hard and ferocious. \n\nRobin, unable to utter a word without a moan od drowned cough, instead took Lucina’s advice for situations such as these, numerous as she had been through them. She grit her teeth, shut her eyes, and flexed every muscle she still had control over. It did nothing to lower her to the ground, caught in the back stretch by the cock and unable to move due to the talons. She could do nothing but wait.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWHAM! Then scream.\n\n\"AGHAHHGHGGHAHGAH-BBLBbrrRRRrrr~\" Cum streamed out of her mouth as she yelled, flowing out of her as she was roughly fucked. Her guts felt as if they were roughly forced and mixed around, her entire body changing, back straightening as the cock entered her with an inhuman and unrealistic force. Her mind had been melted and fucked with, now it was being ruined! Ruined by that singular rough thrust! No. Rough wasn’t a good word for it. Rough was being hit by a claymore while holding a shield. \n\nShe was being impaled by a cock like her leg through her ass.\n\nWorse as Robin felt the flared cockhead pushing out her gut so far that she was forcing her legs off of the ground, split to let as much of the cock into her, as it was literally traveling through her. Swords in sheaths were a better analogy than cock in her ass, because her ass was spreading to such an absurd degree, there was no feasible way of being able to show this to anyone else!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe could literally feel the head of the cock hitting the ground underneath her chest! Her breasts being pushed out as the cock was shoved up and through her so hard, her guts had been moved around and dilated to the point of being a singular passageway. Her gut had a cock in it and the fucking was shoving all of the cum she had drunk from the body-job out of her throat. The ground was literally flooded with semen, and her body was being invaded by cock.\n\nHer body writhed what little it could, shivering madly on the dick that impaled her, caught on the ground with the talons and unable to move a single breath forward. Her tongue was coated as semen continued to flow out of her, ass being ruined with every inch that traveled into her, and it was never stopping. Her gut wasn’t just being distended, it was up to her chest... a-and moving past it!\n\nRobin realized with horrified fascination as she felt her the talons lifting off of her arms, gliding forward and burying themselves into the dirt in front of her. Her cum-stained eyes only just recognized that the pressure under her was going away. She thought at first it was the lack of blood in her brain that did it, a common enough occurrence when one was being chocked in reverse by cock, but that didn’t appear to be it.<|eot_id|>"
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Personality: Joking, possibly teasing.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Friend or acquaintance of Robin, part of the Ylissean army.\n\n5. **Frederick**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, knowledgeable about animals.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Has advised Robin about handling bears and possibly other animals.\n\n6. **Miriel**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly informative, possibly involved in the situation.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Mentioned as telling Chrom about thunderbolt.\n\n7. **Sully**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly friendly, possibly experienced with horses.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Has an accent similar to Robin’s, interacts with horses in the stable.\n\n8. **Vaike**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly used as a comparison for Robin’s actions.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacts with Robin in a training context.\n\n9. **Lucina**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly given advice to Robin.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin in a past situation.\n\n10. **Sumia**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly concerned about safety, possibly informed Robin about potential risks.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly suggested precautions to avoid detection.\n\n11. **Cerche**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly given advice to Robin.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly mentioned as giving advice on handling beasts.\n\n12. **Thorin**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly powerful, possibly associated with magic.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Mentioned as possibly connected to Robin’s experience.\n\n13. **Gauis**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly joking, possibly insightful.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly made a comment about her lineage and power.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n- Robin has exceptional wind magic skills and is a skilled tactician.\n- The Gryphon seems to have unknown magical abilities and immense physical strength.\n- Robin has a tendency to get frustrated when unable to act or participate in battles.\n- Robin sometimes uses Sully’s accent when interacting with animals.\n- Robin has a fascination with understanding and recruiting powerful creatures like the Gryphon.\n- Robin is willing to take risks to achieve her goals, even if they involve personal danger.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Elwind Tome**: \n - Appearance: Described as a tome containing wind magic spells.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin for combat and possibly other purposes.\n - Function: Allows Robin to cast wind-based spells.\n\n2. **Parchment and Fire**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin to send messages to Chrom during battles.\n - Function: Enables Robin to communicate with Chrom over long distances.\n\n3. **Tome**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin for unknown purposes.\n - Function: Possibly contains information or spells that help Robin.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Magic System**: \n - Description: Magic exists in this world and can be used by certain individuals.\n - Rules: Magic users must follow specific rules or face consequences.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but seemingly tied to individual capabilities and knowledge.\n\n2. **Wind Magic**: \n - Description: A type of magic that allows users to manipulate air.\n - Rules: Users must understand and control their abilities to use them effectively.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to user skill and knowledge.\n\n3. **Beast Handling**: \n - Description: Certain individuals seem to have knowledge about handling and understanding beasts.\n - Rules: This knowledge may come from experience or education.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to individual expertise and experience.\n\n4. **Territorial Animals**: \n - Description: Some animals are territorial and will defend their territories aggressively.\n - Rules: These animals may attack anyone who enters their territory without permission.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to animal behavior and instincts.\n\n5. **Military Hierarchy**: \n - Description: The Ylissean army has a hierarchical structure with leaders and subordinates.\n - Rules: Members must follow orders and respect their superiors.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to military protocol and tradition.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography**: \n - Description: The story takes place in a forest with a mountainous landscape.\n - Features: Forests, mountains, possibly other geographical features.\n\n2. **Politics**: \n - Description: The Ylissean army is led by Chrom and operates within a larger political framework.\n - Structure: The army has a hierarchical structure with leaders and subordinates.\n - Goals: The army's primary goal is to protect its people and territory.\n\n3. **Social Hierarchies**: \n - Description: The story mentions social hierarchies within the army, with some members holding more authority than others.\n - Structure: The hierarchy is likely based on rank, experience, and position within the army.\n - Goals: Members strive to climb the ranks and gain recognition within the army.\n\n4. **Laws and Regulations**: \n - Description: The story implies that there are laws and regulations governing the use of magic and beast handling.\n - Rules: Users must follow these rules to avoid punishment or consequences.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to individual capabilities and knowledge.\n\nPlease note that some details might not be explicitly stated in the provided text. If you need further clarification or additional information, please let me know!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nNope, it was that the Gryphon was standing up. Standing up and dragging her with it, like a sock. \n\nRobin only faintly realized what was happening when she felt her knees and hands leave the grass, hanging beneath her as she was held up by the cock. She tried to let out anything sounding close to a moan or scream, the thing she wanted to howl into the air as it filled her up, but she could hardly manage more than a cough of more cum that dripped out of her mouth. It certainly didn’t help that the cock in her was pushing at her breasts and making her look sizes larger than she actually was.\n\nThe outline of the meaty appendage, her leg shoved up her ass and narrowing towards her throat, with a flared head that was reshaping her almost like a revenant. Perhaps that was what it was doing, Robin couldn’t tell. She could only tell up from down because of the way her arms were hanging. She couldn’t look and see, not with how her eyes were still caked over, hair an untampered mess, and ass split further than some wounds could make. And the lightning in her brain, made from the orgasms slamming through her with the cock, weren’t help.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nOh yes, she came, continuously. With every thrust that was made by impaling her body as roughly through as it could, her mind flared as if Thorin was being cast through her entire body. Again and again and again. A spell made to ruin the entirety of armies, and it was being used to fuck her brain just as readily as whatever spell was being used to transform her body into a sleeve for this beast. It had to be magic.\n\n\"GLRACH-~\" Because there was no other reason Robin could give for what she suddenly saw the flared head of the Gryphon cock push through her jaw, popping out through it and beneath her nose.\n\nShe literally could not do a thing on it. Her back was straight as an arrow, her body tied still with ropy cum and a log of fucking through her. Her legs were spread wide and straight, toes curled the little she could with the pleasure that pulsed through her brain. Her arms were just as useless beneath her, pressed lightly against her chest, breasts that were shoved out from the cock ramming through her and behind them. Even breathing was making her cum now.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBecause every breath she barely sucked in through her cum-drenched and semen-bubbled nostrils made her body flex, crushing her womb a bit more and making her squirt even more of her juices from her cunt. The ground was soaked beneath her cum-drizzled body, and Robin couldn’t do a thing about it.\n\nWhat could a literal meaty cock sleeve on a Gryphon’s bitch breaking cock do? Nothing. Nothing but wait.\n\nWait and feel as the Gryphon rocked itself back and forth, forcing the cock that was pumped through her to glide her up and down it more effectively than her own hands had done. The cum hazed view of the cock running through her and making use of her insides like a warm blanket for its seed, letting the beast howl and roar above her. A screech like an eagle as its underside bellowed. And Robin couldn’t do a thing.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nNothing as she watched the flared head pull backwards and forth through her mouth, eyes crossing and face flushed with the need for air, crying away the cum that had stained her face, and only continued to secret more as the cock made use of her. She almost believed she was crying cum at this rate. She was crying because she was cuming, that wasn’t up for wonder.\n\nAnd the beast was pumping her harder and harder. Pumping itself even. At some point her ass had finally hit the back of its cock, feeling its massive balls all but beating at her legs as it began to hump forward, making her slick cumsleeve of a body run up and down its length. Her thighs felt like they were going to be bruised from the beating, if her asshole being fucked through wasn’t bad enough. The idea of generating and maintain a coherent thought after this was just as unnervingly low. \n\nHer body still fell forwards and back on the dick hearing it schlick up and down her broken jaw of a mouth, turning her innards into a new shape, and making the beast atop of her seem more like a master than she was. Robin’s ass kept hitting the back of the beast’s cock, only for her to slip forward as it reared back, stopping when its flare head hit her mouth. Forward and back, forward and back, like a sheath for a mighty blade!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThen it came, again.\n\nRobin felt the liquid shoot through the cum, enough and volumous to make her squirm as the dozenth orgasm fried what was left of her brain. The few cells left in her mind were there to just watch the cum shoot out from the cock, far farther and faster than the bit that had drowned her before. It hit feet ahead of the monster, and all while shooting seemingly from her mouth, a fountain that she was the faucet for.\n\nThe beast let out a low roar again as it lowered her, cum still dripping from its cock. Robin’s arms were lain on the ground before those same mighty talons pinned them. The tactician didn’t have a room to move or mind to think of what to do.\n\nSo he could do nothing as the beast began to retract.\n\nWUMP! Her body hit the pile of cum in a horrendous mess. \n\nThe world didn’t make sense to her as she lay there, looking at nothing with cum laying over her in more volume then some baths. Her anus was forced open and hollowed so thoroughly through that the leeway to her mouth was an open channel. She could have a spike forced through her and she might not even feel it.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHowever, as if by the same magic that made the position possible, her orgasm began to realign. Her guts moved back into place, tightening into another singular channel. Her throat closed up what it could, forcing her jaw shut, even as cum and slobber felt from her teeth. Her anus gaped like a fist was shoved through it, pulsing and winking, but still far smaller than the cock that had shoved though it. And after all of that, all of it was Robin able to take a breath of air.\n\nIt was just enough oxygen in her mind to realize how truly fucked she was, and memorize everything that had happened. \n\nCum flowed out of her mouth as the Gryphon slowly stood above her. The Ylissean tactician felt every bump of its cock pull out of her, amazingly not dragging the contents of her guts out with it. Instead, with a wet plop that mirrored the pop in her brain, it extracted out of her, leaving Robin a cum stained and ruined woman on the ground beneath the beast.<|eot_id|>"
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Personality: Joking, possibly teasing.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Friend or acquaintance of Robin, part of the Ylissean army.\n\n5. **Frederick**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, knowledgeable about animals.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Has advised Robin about handling bears and possibly other animals.\n\n6. **Miriel**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly informative, possibly involved in the situation.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Mentioned as telling Chrom about thunderbolt.\n\n7. **Sully**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly friendly, possibly experienced with horses.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Has an accent similar to Robin’s, interacts with horses in the stable.\n\n8. **Vaike**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly used as a comparison for Robin’s actions.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacts with Robin in a training context.\n\n9. **Lucina**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly given advice to Robin.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin in a past situation.\n\n10. **Sumia**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly concerned about safety, possibly informed Robin about potential risks.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly suggested precautions to avoid detection.\n\n11. **Cerche**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly experienced, possibly given advice to Robin.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly mentioned as giving advice on handling beasts.\n\n12. **Thorin**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly powerful, possibly associated with magic.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Mentioned as possibly connected to Robin’s experience.\n\n13. **Gauis**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Personality: Possibly joking, possibly insightful.\n - Special Abilities: Unknown.\n - Relationships: Interacted with Robin, possibly made a comment about her lineage and power.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n- Robin has exceptional wind magic skills and is a skilled tactician.\n- The Gryphon seems to have unknown magical abilities and immense physical strength.\n- Robin has a tendency to get frustrated when unable to act or participate in battles.\n- Robin sometimes uses Sully’s accent when interacting with animals.\n- Robin has a fascination with understanding and recruiting powerful creatures like the Gryphon.\n- Robin is willing to take risks to achieve her goals, even if they involve personal danger.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Elwind Tome**: \n - Appearance: Described as a tome containing wind magic spells.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin for combat and possibly other purposes.\n - Function: Allows Robin to cast wind-based spells.\n\n2. **Parchment and Fire**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin to send messages to Chrom during battles.\n - Function: Enables Robin to communicate with Chrom over long distances.\n\n3. **Tome**: \n - Appearance: Not described in detail.\n - Purpose: Used by Robin for unknown purposes.\n - Function: Possibly contains information or spells that help Robin.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Magic System**: \n - Description: Magic exists in this world and can be used by certain individuals.\n - Rules: Magic users must follow specific rules or face consequences.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but seemingly tied to individual capabilities and knowledge.\n\n2. **Wind Magic**: \n - Description: A type of magic that allows users to manipulate air.\n - Rules: Users must understand and control their abilities to use them effectively.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to user skill and knowledge.\n\n3. **Beast Handling**: \n - Description: Certain individuals seem to have knowledge about handling and understanding beasts.\n - Rules: This knowledge may come from experience or education.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to individual expertise and experience.\n\n4. **Territorial Animals**: \n - Description: Some animals are territorial and will defend their territories aggressively.\n - Rules: These animals may attack anyone who enters their territory without permission.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to animal behavior and instincts.\n\n5. **Military Hierarchy**: \n - Description: The Ylissean army has a hierarchical structure with leaders and subordinates.\n - Rules: Members must follow orders and respect their superiors.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to military protocol and tradition.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography**: \n - Description: The story takes place in a forest with a mountainous landscape.\n - Features: Forests, mountains, possibly other geographical features.\n\n2. **Politics**: \n - Description: The Ylissean army is led by Chrom and operates within a larger political framework.\n - Structure: The army has a hierarchical structure with leaders and subordinates.\n - Goals: The army's primary goal is to protect its people and territory.\n\n3. **Social Hierarchies**: \n - Description: The story mentions social hierarchies within the army, with some members holding more authority than others.\n - Structure: The hierarchy is likely based on rank, experience, and position within the army.\n - Goals: Members strive to climb the ranks and gain recognition within the army.\n\n4. **Laws and Regulations**: \n - Description: The story implies that there are laws and regulations governing the use of magic and beast handling.\n - Rules: Users must follow these rules to avoid punishment or consequences.\n - Limitations: Unknown, but likely tied to individual capabilities and knowledge.\n\nPlease note that some details might not be explicitly stated in the provided text. If you need further clarification or additional information, please let me know!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nOne of its claws dragged through the dirt, grabbing her gut and flipping her over. She came again with the action, her pussy clenching as her body spun with it. She couldn’t shut her legs, let alone her mouth, and she already knew her anus was so thoroughly reamed that she would need to be carted around by someone for the remaining month, if forever. \n\nHer body, stained the same color as her hair, trembled just enough to force her to look up, exposed as she was. Exposed to the beast towering over her, large peak looking as if to peck her, but face twisting left and right examining her, looking at the ruins of her loins. Robin felt like nothing short than that, her carefully arranged mind having literally been fucked through to oblivion. If the cum simultaneously draining out of her anus and mouth were evident of that, then the small bubbles of it popping at her nostrils were. \n\nAnd yet, she still couldn’t suppress a smile as she saw that bitch owning cock erect in front of her still, towering over her more threatening than the hammer of a General. She couldn’t speak with her throat fucked raw, but she still had a brain cell left to think. It carried her last logical thought.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe felt much better being the sleeve on its cock than the head of an army.<|eot_id|>"
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She appears to take pleasure in humiliating and degrading Carol.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned\n - Relationships: Amy seems to be the leader among the group of people who gang-raped Carol and is responsible for her subsequent mistreatment.\n\n3. **Darius**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly stated in the provided text.\n - Personality: Darius is mentioned as someone Carol sucked off in an alley, suggesting he might have been involved in her initial humiliation.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned\n - Relationships: Darius' relationship with Carol is limited to a single event mentioned in the story.\n\n4. Other Regulars:\n - These individuals are not given any distinct characteristics within the provided text, other than their participation in gang-raping Carol.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* **Piercings:** Carol discovers that she has piercings in her nipples, which adds to her humiliation and discomfort.\n* **Cum-covered appearance:** Carol is covered in cum, which serves as a constant reminder of her degradation and abuse.\n* **Bruises and injuries:** Carol suffers from various bruises and injuries, particularly on her breasts, neck, and abs, due to the gang-rape and subsequent mistreatment.\n* **Mental state:** Carol struggles to maintain her mental composure throughout the ordeal, often feeling overwhelmed, humiliated, and fearful.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Truckle Bus:** A mode of transportation used by Carol to arrive at the Dead End Bar.\n* **Table and floor cleaning supplies:** Used by Carol to clean up the mess left by the gang-rape and Amy's subsequent mistreatment.\n* **Shower stall:** Located in the employee lounge, used by Carol for her shower.\n* **Rusty black crowbar:** Used by Amy as a tool for intimidation and potential violence against Carol.\n* **Pink safety razor:** Given to Carol to shave herself, under Amy's supervision.\n* **Steel cuffs:** Used to restrain Carol's wrists during the early stages of her mistreatment.\n* **Glasses and bottles:** Used behind the bar by Amy.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* The world presented in this story appears to be a dark, violent, and oppressive environment where women can be subjected to gang-rape and subsequent mistreatment without consequence.\n* The rules governing this world seem to prioritize male dominance and female submission, with women expected to obey and comply with their abusers' demands.\n* The magical or supernatural systems are not explicitly mentioned in the provided text.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* The Dead End Bar seems to be a seedy, underground establishment where patrons engage in illicit activities, including gang-rape and prostitution.\n* The building itself appears to have multiple levels, including a second floor where Carol is eventually confined.\n* The social hierarchy within this world appears to be based on power dynamics, with Amy holding a position of authority over Carol and possibly others.\n* The laws governing this world are not explicitly stated but seem to allow for a culture of violence and exploitation towards women.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWhen the sun was starting to rise, or every guy in the building (plus a few who’d shown up late) was done fucking her throat, Carol finally started to regain her senses. All of her aches crowded around her first, jostling for attention. Her throat and lungs were raw, her breasts felt like they were two large bruises, her abs were sore from fighting with the truck strap, and her neck felt like it was permanently fused in the humiliating cocksucker position. Next came the smells: cum mostly, but with a slight hint of bile, and the subtle smell of stale beer and sweat from the bar. Her tongue was too busy feebly pushing cum away from her airways to bother tasting anything. Carol slowly opened one bloodshot eye and tried to look around. Cum and spit and blurry shapes behind them. She closed the eye and tried to get her thoughts in order.\n\nOk. Fuck. Think. You got on the Trundle Bus. Got off... somewhere. Must have gone to a bar, got fucked up on something, and then a bunch of guys... ran a train... on your face? What the fuck? Carol groaned in pain and tried to shift. Right. You’re tied up. That’s bad. She could hear footsteps on wood boards. Don’t... don’t say anything. Be calm. Not like you can do much anyway.\n\nThe footsteps stopped right next to her table. Carol felt the swish of air pass over her as someone leaned over and tapped her firmly on the forehead. \"Wake up, bitch.\" The female voice was a bit of a shock, especially since there wasn’t a trace of sympathy in her voice. A few more taps, and then a sigh. \"Goddamn it. Right.\" the voice declared. A finger slithered across her face and scooped some of the cum out of her eyes, dropping it right into her mouth and dribbling the rest onto her tits. \"Ok, nap time is over. I know you’re awake. Make a noise or I’ll poke those breasts of yours again.\" Ah fuck, Carol thought, and let out a quiet but compliant groan.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Better. Now open those eyes.\" Carol complied, and peered at the pierced brown belly button of a fit young woman, a foot or so away from her face. \"Good. Obedience is very important. Now take a look at this.\" The woman stepped to the side, revealing... something. Carol’s brain grappled with what she was seeing. It was some kind of abstract painting. The bottom half was white, smeary, and flecked with pink. A few long black brown lines dropped towards the bottom of the frame. The top half was mostly brown and tan, with a few purples spots. Carol stared and gurgled, and it was only when a thick dollop of cum rolled down her face that she realized what she was looking at. It was a large mirror, propped against the bar, facing her.\n\nShe was a wreck. Her face was almost entirely covered in cum. Her hair was matted and disgusting, trailing in limp strands to the floor. Her mouth hung open. The floor beneath her head was spotted with drying jizz and drool. Her breasts, poking above the table, were just lumps of bruised tissue with... Carol stared. Pierced nipples? When the fuck did I... oh. Ow. Ow ow ow. She started to cry as her humiliation was made fully visible. The woman laughed and then flicked Carol’s tit. \"Shut up, bitch, and take a good look. This is you. This is your life now.\" The woman leaned in, revealing a familiar heavily made-up asian face. The bartender, Carol thought, Amy? Is she the only one here?\n\n\"And if you think this bad, just wait. It will get worse. How much worse depends on a few things. First, how fast you learn. That means obey.\" She flicked Carol’s other tit as she walked in front of the bound woman to the other side of the table. \"Anyone here tells you to do something, you do it, no hesitation, no excuses, and no gawdawful weeping. The guys here will use you like a fucktoy. I’ll use you like a fucktoy.\" She sat down next to Carol at the booth, keeping her heels carefully out of the jizz pool.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Second, you’ll do better the more you like it. You’re a slut, born and raised. You sucked Darius off an alley.\"\nI did? thought Carol.\n\n\"You ate my cunt pretty well for a straight chick.\"\nI did what now?\n\n\"And you’re still alive after almost every regular used your mouth as a cock socket. Got to admire your lung capacity, bitch.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nCarol could only cough as her lungs were suddenly reminded of their torment.\n\n\"Anyway, here’s the deal. I’m going to untie you, and you’re going to clean my table and floor. You spilled cum everywhere, you stupid ungrateful hole. I want it clean before we open for the evening. Don’t run. Don’t scream or fuss. Just shut up and lick. I’ll get you some water if you do a good job.\" Amy seemed almost cheerful as she undid the strap to release Carol. The cum-stained woman rolled onto her side, trying to probe her bruises with her hands. She was surprised to find her skirt still intact and her cunt entirely untouched. Guess they didn’t rape me completely, she thought darkly. Her hands were still bound with steel cuffs, and Amy had wandered off behind the bar, so Carol tentatively rubbed her sore breasts and scooped some more cum from her eyes and nose. Before she’d even let a drop fall to the table, Amy was shouting at her. \"Eat it, you bitch. It’s the only food you’re getting today.\" Carol shuddered and scooped the cum into her mouth, swallowing nosily and trying not to vomit.\n\nTen minutes later, Amy finally brought the glass of water over. Carol had cleared most of the cum from her body and was starting to lick the table clean. The asian bartender bounced over, her perky breasts tucked into a tight leather top, her hips swaying to unheard music. The Dead End was, in the morning light, almost eerily quiet and deserted. She patted Carol lightly on the shoulder, then gently held the glass to Carol’s mouth. The water was cold and refreshing, and Carol downed the entire glass trying to loosen the cum coating her throat. Amy waited until she was done, then slapped her on the ass. \"Ok bitch, back to work.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThere were still cum spots on the table and floor when Amy, apparently bored of sorting glasses behind the bar, walked over to the crouching Carol. \"Ok, good e-fucking-nough. You need a shower. Since you didn’t say a word that whole time, I’m even going to make it a warm one. Aren’t I nice.\" She beamed at the woman half-sprawled on the filthy bar floor. \"Don’t answer that. Come on. Crawl.\"\n\nWith her hands still cuffed, Carol had to crawl in an awkward, painful shuffle. Her tits kept swinging into her arms and chest, and the bruises hadn’t become any less livid. Still, it was nice to be able to move. Amy lead the compliant Carol down the back hall. They passed two bathrooms, a storeroom, and finally reached a tiny employee lounge. It wasn’t locked, and Amy pushed her way inside. There was a small shower stall incongruously wedged in the corner, next to a cupboard and a filthy sink full of dishes. The shower was filthy, but Carol gratefully crawled inside and flopped around until she was standing. There was no knob inside the stall, and Carol turned to peer through the soap-stained glass at Amy. The bartender was standing next to two valves directly to copper pipes. With a grin, she adjusted them, and a jet of warmish water blasted Carol’s scalp.\n\nFor a few seconds Carol was in heaven. Then the water hit her breasts and she nearly passed out. It felt good, sure, but the increasingly hot water was making her very aware of every bruise, scratch, and... Fuck, I forgot about the piercings. Ow ow ow motherfucking ow. With her hands still cuffed it was difficult to reach all the sore areas, but Carol did her best to poke them out of morbid curiosity. The piercings in her nipples were very plain. Two silver bars with little knobs at each end. They’d been covered in some kind of antiseptic goo, which was washing away in the heat and steam. Ok Carol, look, this isn’t so bad. You’d always wanted to get your nipples pierced. These bastards did you a favour, really. The rationalization didn’t help. Right. You’re awake. No permanent damage. This bitch can’t guard you forever. Keep quiet and you’ll be fine.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAmy shut the water off abruptly, shaking Carol from her introspection and tit massage. In the few minutes she’d allowed Carol to shower, the asian bartender had procured a rusty black crowbar from under a cabinet. She rested it on her shoulder like a baseball bat. \"Ok bitch,\" Amy yelled, \"here’s the deal. You’re a little more awake now so I’m going to uncuff you. You’re going to strip, get some soap, and clean the rest of your filthy fucking body. If you try to run, I break your gawddamn legs and fuck you with this crowbar.\" She wiggled it menacingly.\n\nOk, thought Carol, now is not the time for heroics. You’re wearing a very short and very wet skirt. You’re sore and bruised and *urp*, oh god, full of cum. She stood, eyes downcast, as Amy approached the shower, hauled the door open, and motioned for Carol’s arms. With a click Amy unlocked the cuffs and clipped them to her belt, then picked a bottle of shampoo off the counter and squeezed a jet of it all over Carol. The abused woman gasped in shock which only made Amy laugh and fire a few more blasts before stepping away from the stall. \"Ok fuckhole, lose the skirt.\" Carol twitched, and with some reluctance slipped out of the soaking wet scrap of fabric. She was now completely naked and it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. Carol suddenly realized how much she’d relied on that extra bit of clothing to keep her sane and superior.\n\nAfter admiring her soaked and shivering captive for a few moments, Amy reached into another drawer, fumbled with some packaging, and pulled out a pink safety razor. She eyed it carefully. \"Now we can do this the hard way or the easy way, bitch. You shave yourself to my satisfaction, or I tie you down and do the job myself.\" Carol nodded and extended a trembling hand, and Amy passed her the razor. She also tossed the shampoo bottle into the shower, then pushed Carol inside and slammed the glass door. Strutting and tossing the crowbar from hand to hand, Amy walked to the valves and switched the water on again.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Carol**: \n - Appearance: Carol is described as having matted and disgusting hair, a raw throat, and bruises on her breasts.\n - Personality: Initially, Carol seems disoriented and confused after waking up tied up. As she becomes more aware of her surroundings, she tries to be compliant and obedient to avoid further punishment.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned\n - Relationships: Carol has an encounter with multiple men who gang-rape her, and later, she interacts with Amy, the bartender, who appears to be her primary tormentor.\n\n2. **Amy (the bartender)**:\n - Appearance: Amy is described as a fit young woman with a pierced brown belly button, perky breasts tucked into a tight leather top, and heavily made-up Asian features.\n - Personality: Amy is depicted as sadistic, cruel, and willing to use physical violence to assert control over Carol. She appears to take pleasure in humiliating and degrading Carol.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned\n - Relationships: Amy seems to be the leader among the group of people who gang-raped Carol and is responsible for her subsequent mistreatment.\n\n3. **Darius**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly stated in the provided text.\n - Personality: Darius is mentioned as someone Carol sucked off in an alley, suggesting he might have been involved in her initial humiliation.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned\n - Relationships: Darius' relationship with Carol is limited to a single event mentioned in the story.\n\n4. Other Regulars:\n - These individuals are not given any distinct characteristics within the provided text, other than their participation in gang-raping Carol.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* **Piercings:** Carol discovers that she has piercings in her nipples, which adds to her humiliation and discomfort.\n* **Cum-covered appearance:** Carol is covered in cum, which serves as a constant reminder of her degradation and abuse.\n* **Bruises and injuries:** Carol suffers from various bruises and injuries, particularly on her breasts, neck, and abs, due to the gang-rape and subsequent mistreatment.\n* **Mental state:** Carol struggles to maintain her mental composure throughout the ordeal, often feeling overwhelmed, humiliated, and fearful.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Truckle Bus:** A mode of transportation used by Carol to arrive at the Dead End Bar.\n* **Table and floor cleaning supplies:** Used by Carol to clean up the mess left by the gang-rape and Amy's subsequent mistreatment.\n* **Shower stall:** Located in the employee lounge, used by Carol for her shower.\n* **Rusty black crowbar:** Used by Amy as a tool for intimidation and potential violence against Carol.\n* **Pink safety razor:** Given to Carol to shave herself, under Amy's supervision.\n* **Steel cuffs:** Used to restrain Carol's wrists during the early stages of her mistreatment.\n* **Glasses and bottles:** Used behind the bar by Amy.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* The world presented in this story appears to be a dark, violent, and oppressive environment where women can be subjected to gang-rape and subsequent mistreatment without consequence.\n* The rules governing this world seem to prioritize male dominance and female submission, with women expected to obey and comply with their abusers' demands.\n* The magical or supernatural systems are not explicitly mentioned in the provided text.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* The Dead End Bar seems to be a seedy, underground establishment where patrons engage in illicit activities, including gang-rape and prostitution.\n* The building itself appears to have multiple levels, including a second floor where Carol is eventually confined.\n* The social hierarchy within this world appears to be based on power dynamics, with Amy holding a position of authority over Carol and possibly others.\n* The laws governing this world are not explicitly stated but seem to allow for a culture of violence and exploitation towards women.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nCarol wasn’t sure if there was some sort of time limit, but Amy didn’t seem like a patient woman, so she shaved as fast as she could. Amy had found a chair and was, Carol noted with disgust, masturbating idly. The asian had flipped her skirt up and was hammering her cunt with two fingers while watching Carol shave and contort in the cramped stall. She occasionally spat abuse, telling her to shave her ass more carefully, or that she’d missed a spot. How Amy could spot a tiny patch of brown hair across a room and through the steam wasn’t something Carol intended to find out. She just keep shaving and lathering, trying not to put on too much of a show.\n\nAmy shuddered in the grip of a profanity-laced orgasm, then straightened her skirt and stood up. \"Ok bitch, shower time is over.\" Carol frantically scrubbed her body before the crowbar-wielding dyke shut off the water valves and opened the door. Amy presented a hand to the soaking Carol with exaggerated grace. \"Razor.\" Carol handed it over, and Amy tossed it, along with Carol’s ruined skirt, into the trash, then stood and looked good and hard at the shivering and bruised young woman in the shower stall. She sighed, \"Bitch, you seem pretty broken. I guess they fucked most of the fight out of your head last night. Now bend over.\"\n\nCarol bowed towards her captor and was rewarded with a slap on her cheek. \"Not like that, bitch. Turn around.\" Shamed and red in the face, Carol turned around and presented her ass to the tanned young woman. \"Much better,\" Amy hissed. \"Let’s check on your shaving job.\" Prodded, fondled, and poked, Carol stared at the filthy wall of the shower and tried not to make a sound. She couldn’t help but gasp when Amy shoved a finger into her cunt and wiggled it around, before removing it with a wet popping sound. The dyke didn’t comment on this invasion, but stood up and tapped Carol on the ass instead. \"Not a bad job. You’ve been shaving your slutty cunt every day since puberty.\" Carol started to straighten her back but stopped when Amy threateningly rested the cold crowbar on her bare back.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Did I say to get up, bitch? You were doing so well.\" Carol shuddered in fear as Amy slowly traced the crowbar up her back. \"Remember the first thing I told you to do? Listen to me and obey everything I say. Now you’ve been a good little cunt so far this morning, so I’m going to let you off easy.\" With a swift jab, Amy swung the crowbar around and thwacked it into Carol’s bruised tits. The blow wasn’t hard; no more than a slap, really, but fear and pain knocked Carol to the floor. This second impact only added to the pain, and she wept openly, ass in the air.\n\n\"Stop blubbering, bitch. Get up and follow me. Keep your hands together in front of you or I’ll cuff and make you crawl around.\" Amy emphasized her orders by running her fingers through Carol’s wet hair. Naked, bruised, and still dripping, Carol followed Amy out of the lounge and into the hallway, then up a narrow flight of stairs to the second floor. This floor seemed much smaller and more cramped, but it was a little cleaner and smelled a little less like sweat and beer. Carol had considered bolting when they were climbing the stairs, but one look at that crowbar kept her from running.\n\nAmy opened the door to a very small dimly lit room and motioned for her captive to step inside. Carol’s eyes hadn’t adjusted when Amy slammed and bolted the door. Leaning into the grill set at head high, Amy said, \"This is where you live now, fuckhole. This is your storage area. If you’re bored, fuck yourself senseless. You’ll need the practice. If you’re smart you’ll loosen up your filthy slutholes and get some rest for tonight.\" Amy’s makeup-enhanced face and grin disappeared from the grill, and Carol could hear her footsteps retreat down the hall. Carol blinked and tried to focus in the dim light. Well it beats being fucked by a crowbar, she thought. Now where the fuck am I?<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Fubuki (Miss Blizzard):**\n * Appearance: Fubuki is described as having a toned stomach and hips, along with beachball-sized breasts.\n * Personality: She exudes confidence and authority, often using her glare to intimidate others.\n * Special Abilities: None explicitly mentioned in the story.\n * Relationships:\n * Jayce (new recruit) - Fubuki hires Jayce due to his potential and brother Tyson's recommendation.\n * Tatsumaki (sister) - Fubuki is initially hesitant but eventually warms up to Tatsumaki's presence.\n2. **Jayce:**\n * Appearance: Jayce has thick dark dreads, deep-set careful eyes, and calloused knuckles.\n * Personality: Initially timid but gradually shows more confidence after interacting with Fubuki.\n * Special Abilities: None explicitly mentioned in the story.\n * Relationships:\n * Fubuki (boss) - Jayce is hired by Fubuki and participates in her evening activities.\n * Tatsumaki (sister-in-law) - Jayce observes Tatsumaki being taken advantage of and decides to join in.\n3. **Tatsumaki:**\n * Appearance: Tatsumaki has curly green hair and is petite compared to other characters.\n * Personality: Initially assertive but becomes increasingly submissive as she loses control.\n * Special Abilities: Psychic powers, which seem to be blocked or weakened in certain situations.\n * Relationships:\n * Fubuki (sister) - Tatsumaki visits Fubuki's headquarters and finds her engaging in intimate activities.\n * Jayce (brother-in-law) - Tatsumaki is taken advantage of by Jayce alongside other men.\n4. **The Destroyer:**\n * Appearance: Colossal size, over eight feet tall, with a massive penis that seems almost supernatural.\n * Personality: Confident and dominant, willing to take on multiple partners simultaneously.\n * Special Abilities: Impressive physical strength and endurance.\n * Relationships:\n * Fubuki (partner) - The Destroyer engages in intimate activities with Fubuki and later Tatsumaki.\n * Tatsumaki (partner) - The Destroyer takes advantage of Tatsumaki, causing significant distress.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Malicious Link:** Tatsumaki mentions losing her malicious link, which seems to affect her psychic powers and overall abilities.\n2. **Cock Enthusiasm:** Fubuki and Tatsumaki exhibit an intense interest in large penises and engage in various activities centered around them.\n3. **Submission and Dominance:** Characters frequently switch between roles of dominance and submission, sometimes within short periods.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Penises:** Various characters have impressive genitalia, some of which are used for intimate activities or to intimidate others.\n2. **Dresses:** Fubuki's dress is custom-fitted to emphasize her figure, while Tatsumaki's dress gets ripped apart during her encounter.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Hero Association:** A group that oversees heroes, including Fubuki and Jayce.\n2. **Blizzard Group:** Fubuki's management company, responsible for guiding and supporting her team members.\n3. **Rules of Engagement:** Characters often disregard social norms and boundaries, engaging in explicit content without hesitation.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story doesn't provide detailed information about the world's geography, but it appears to be set in a modern city with skyscrapers and offices.\n2. **Politics:** There is no clear indication of the government or political structure in the world.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** The Hero Association and Blizzard Group seem to hold significant power and influence, with Fubuki serving as a key figure.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe esteemed ‘Miss Blizzard’ walked at a casual pace, dark green heels clicking the sidewalk as she made her way to the office. Her dress was stretched to the absolute limits, custom-fitted to cling tightly to her hard, toned stomach and hips, while also supporting the beachball-sized megatits wobbling and jiggling before her. Her nipples were big plump bulges on her outfit, and her womanhood got the same treatment - clearly outlined by her tight, tight dress. Even so...Blizzard Group dominated this area, and the people had learned long ago to cast their eyes downward when Fubuki passed by. She was a force to be reckoned with, dominant in every powerful motion, each graceful stride and knowing glare. As Rank 1 of the Hero Association’s B-Class, she was something like a queen in her own right.\n\nAt last, she arrived at her C-City office, a small but opulent building with golden eaves and dragon wall carvings. A queue had formed outside. As Fubuki entered, she grabbed the wrist of the first one in the queue. \"Let’s make this quick,\" she said. \"You don’t look like much.\"\n\nFubuki sank into her chair, leaned forwards so her enormous tits rested on her desk, and steepled her hands. \"Do you have any idea how many people want to join the Blizzard Group?\" she asked, arching an eyebrow.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe applicant was a slim man in a dark spandex suit. The words ‘KICK HARD LAD’ were written on his chest in bright yellow letters. As he squirmed under her gaze, Fubuki plucked his file from her cabinet and flapped it in the air. Every motion was an accusation, every word a stab of judgement:\n\n\"Of those people, do you know how many waste my time? We expect the best from our heroes. They need to be able to work as a team, and crush monsters by themselves if need be. They must be willing to sacrifice themselves for the greater good. You don’t look like you can handle it.\"\n\nKick Hard Lad trembled. Fubuki had this effect on people: a man could step into her office a proud, boastful warrior and leave whimpering like a child. That was the real test. Fubuki hired those who could withstand her glare, talk back, and stand up for themselves. So few actually managed it.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Go home,\" she snapped, and rang her desk bell. \"Next!\"\n\n\"Wait!\" said Kick Hard Lad. \"Don’t you want me to demonstrate my powers? I know a thousand fighting styles! I’ve won trophies for–\"\n\nFubuki stood. That was all it took: the shivering man jerked from his seat and fled. Slowly, the beauty sat back down. \n\n\"What’s your name?\"\n\n\"I’M ENERGY DRINK MAN!! I WON SO MANY PROMOTIONAL CONTESTS THAT I BLEED SUBLIME, DIVINE, LEMON ‘n’ LIME SODA!!\"\n\n\"Get out.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Who are you?\"\n\n\"Er...ah...\"\n\n\"Leave.\"\n\nThe next applicant entered: a huge, muscular man with thick dark dreads and deep-set, careful eyes. His skin was the colour of ink, and his knuckles were calloused from many fights. Most people wore suits to interviews; this one had thrown on a baggy tank top and a pair of jeans. Fubuki couldn’t help but notice, as the stranger sat down, the python bulge stretching his pants all the way down to his knee. \n\n\"I didn’t see you in the line,\" Fubuki said sharply.\n\n\"I pushed,\" the man shrugged, holding her gaze. \"Is there a problem?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMiss Blizzard rolled her eyes. \"Not if you’re better than them. Are you?\"\n\nAgain, he shrugged. \"You got recommended to me. My brother, he works in Z-City. We were the Fire ‘n’ Ice Twins before he got married.\"\n\n\"Fire and–...\" Fubuki scowled. Where had she heard that? Enlightenment dawned, and her interest tripled. \"You’re Tyson’s brother.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Jayce, yeah. They call me Jayce-in-the-Hole.\"\n\n\"Then you’re Fire to his Ice. Well...\" Fubuki tapped a pen on her heaving rack, thoughtful. \"If you’re half as hard-working as your brother, you’d make a fine addition to the Blizzard Group.\" She extended a slender hand. \"Welcome aboard. I’ll sign your papers to the Hero Association later. The Blizzard Group will provide room and board, and direct your hero activities. We charge ten-percent on all income, just so we can pay the bills. Your income should double now, anyway, so there’s nothing to worry about.\"\n\n\"Much obliged,\" Jayce drawled. Her hand vanished in his grasping mitt, and she was startled by the heat of his skin. \"Ma’am, you got some fine fuckin’ titties.\"\n\nFubuki’s glare froze solid. She whipped her hand out of his and said, \"You don’t know the rules, so I’ll forgive you this time - but if you ever talk to me like that, I’ll crush you. No third chances, no mercy. Do you understand?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nJayce, despite his size and majesty, seemed a little shocked. He nodded. \"Yeah. Completely, Ma’am.\"\n\n\"Good.\" Fubuki rose and patted her dress, never letting her violent stare stray from Jayce’s eyes. \"Now that’s settled, report to Mitsuki upstairs. She’ll guide you through your first patrol.\"\n\nOnce Jayce had gone, Fubuki sighed heavily and went outside. She addressed the line of hopeful heroes: \"Applications are closed! If you still want to join, post another form and come back next week! Do not harass my staff at Friday’s charity fair!\" She grasped her hips and thrust out her chest - causing them to jiggle and audibly clap in her dress - as she stared down the entire crowd. \"Alright, that’s all. Now clear out! You’re disrupting traffic.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe day passed slowly. When Jayce returned to HQ, he was beat - and seriously reconsidering this whole ‘hero’ business. It seemed like a whole lot of running around, striking poses, and doing your damndest not to laugh when your comrades announce names for their attacks. He’d been on the job for six hours, and he’d seen enough \"Triple Flying Liger Kicks\" to last a lifetime. \n\nThat Fubuki was something else. She had the body of a sex goddess - and the attitude of a police commissioner. Just thinking about those gargantuan udders made Jayce throb in his pants, and wish he’d dressed in something looser.\n\nHe took a shower, pulled a towel around his waist, and headed through the corridors toward his room. Along the way, he passed the rec room. A crowd had formed within, which wasn’t exactly abnormal, but something made Jayce pause. No-one was doing anything: they stood around in towels, checking their watches and scuffing their feet on the floorboards.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Hey,\" said Jayce, leaning in the doorway. \"What gives? \n\n\"Shh!\" came the reply. At that moment, another door opened, and Fubuki stepped through.\n\nShe wore very little: a strip of white fabric to cover both her thick, fat nipples and hold her unruly chest in check. Down below, she’d squeezed her thick rear and thighs into a pair of skimpy, dark-green hotpants, the same colour as her dress. Her healthy physique...every curve and bump, each muscle toned through years of hard work and a monitored diet...everything was on display. More than that - Fubuki seemed confident in her appearance, and hungry.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nClearing her throat, the exposed Miss Blizzard folded her hands over her stomach. \n\n\"Thank you for coming tonight,\" she said demurely, heart pounding. Her cheeks were bright red. \"You took time out of your schedules to...haah...\"\n\n\"Get on with it!\" snarled a man with stone skin. \"Fuckin’ whore.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAnother hero snorted in amusement. \"After bossing us around all day, we deserve some payback. Stop making us wait.\"\n\nFubuki’s breath caught in her throat. She nodded, stepped into the burly men’s midst, and turned in a slow circle. Her dark green eyes surveyed each of her employees. When they fell on Jayce, her lips curled in a sly smile. \"Everyone, please take off your towels,\" she said, and slipped to her knees. The impact alone caused her giant tits to jiggle and bounce like jelly, barely contained by that thin strip of fabric. \n\nThe men dropped their towels, losing all modesty in an instant. Their cocks were huge; veiny, throbbing fuckpoles that reached between the mid-thigh and the knee; broad, musky, sprawled over balls as large as cantaloupes. Fubuki licked her lips in glee, already tingling down below. She wanted it bad, and she wanted it now - and she knew that her strict behaviour throughout the day had only stirred their lust to obscene levels.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nA figure pushed through the crowd. The men chuckled, and Fubuki was surprised when Jayce emerged in the clearing. Murmurs rolled through the room:\n\n\"–new guy wants boss pussy–\"\n\n\"–hope he can keep up–\"\n\nJayce ignored them, peering down at Fubuki with smouldering eyes. His member was half-erect, thicker than Fubuki’s arm and drooling pearly-white pre from its tip... When he squeezed his dark hilt and grunted, Fubuki shivered deeply. The anticipation was too much!\n\n\"Ma’am,\" he said, in the exact same tone as earlier, \"you got some fine fuckin’ titties.\"\n\nFubuki leaned back on her knees, cupped her jiggly chestpillows, and sank her fingers in deep. She bit her plump lip and wriggled excitedly. \"Yeah?\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Fubuki (Miss Blizzard):**\n * Appearance: Fubuki is described as having a toned stomach and hips, along with beachball-sized breasts.\n * Personality: She exudes confidence and authority, often using her glare to intimidate others.\n * Special Abilities: None explicitly mentioned in the story.\n * Relationships:\n * Jayce (new recruit) - Fubuki hires Jayce due to his potential and brother Tyson's recommendation.\n * Tatsumaki (sister) - Fubuki is initially hesitant but eventually warms up to Tatsumaki's presence.\n2. **Jayce:**\n * Appearance: Jayce has thick dark dreads, deep-set careful eyes, and calloused knuckles.\n * Personality: Initially timid but gradually shows more confidence after interacting with Fubuki.\n * Special Abilities: None explicitly mentioned in the story.\n * Relationships:\n * Fubuki (boss) - Jayce is hired by Fubuki and participates in her evening activities.\n * Tatsumaki (sister-in-law) - Jayce observes Tatsumaki being taken advantage of and decides to join in.\n3. **Tatsumaki:**\n * Appearance: Tatsumaki has curly green hair and is petite compared to other characters.\n * Personality: Initially assertive but becomes increasingly submissive as she loses control.\n * Special Abilities: Psychic powers, which seem to be blocked or weakened in certain situations.\n * Relationships:\n * Fubuki (sister) - Tatsumaki visits Fubuki's headquarters and finds her engaging in intimate activities.\n * Jayce (brother-in-law) - Tatsumaki is taken advantage of by Jayce alongside other men.\n4. **The Destroyer:**\n * Appearance: Colossal size, over eight feet tall, with a massive penis that seems almost supernatural.\n * Personality: Confident and dominant, willing to take on multiple partners simultaneously.\n * Special Abilities: Impressive physical strength and endurance.\n * Relationships:\n * Fubuki (partner) - The Destroyer engages in intimate activities with Fubuki and later Tatsumaki.\n * Tatsumaki (partner) - The Destroyer takes advantage of Tatsumaki, causing significant distress.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Malicious Link:** Tatsumaki mentions losing her malicious link, which seems to affect her psychic powers and overall abilities.\n2. **Cock Enthusiasm:** Fubuki and Tatsumaki exhibit an intense interest in large penises and engage in various activities centered around them.\n3. **Submission and Dominance:** Characters frequently switch between roles of dominance and submission, sometimes within short periods.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Penises:** Various characters have impressive genitalia, some of which are used for intimate activities or to intimidate others.\n2. **Dresses:** Fubuki's dress is custom-fitted to emphasize her figure, while Tatsumaki's dress gets ripped apart during her encounter.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Hero Association:** A group that oversees heroes, including Fubuki and Jayce.\n2. **Blizzard Group:** Fubuki's management company, responsible for guiding and supporting her team members.\n3. **Rules of Engagement:** Characters often disregard social norms and boundaries, engaging in explicit content without hesitation.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story doesn't provide detailed information about the world's geography, but it appears to be set in a modern city with skyscrapers and offices.\n2. **Politics:** There is no clear indication of the government or political structure in the world.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** The Hero Association and Blizzard Group seem to hold significant power and influence, with Fubuki serving as a key figure.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yeah.\" Jayce hoisted his monsterdick and laid it against her face. Fubuki snorted and gulped down his musky scent. Her eyes begged for his cock...and Jayce complied; drawing back...and sliding his insanely monstrous shaft up between her tits! Without asking, he grabbed Fubuki’s shoulders and started to thrust, brutally punching his wide purple cockhead against her cheeks and mouth, grinding his shaft on her slutty, gasping face. She rolled out her tongue in glee, tasting Jayce’s dick and shivering with joy. Oh - she’d made a good choice, hiring him. And now...and now...he was soooo pent up after a whole day thinking about her awesome, whoreish body, he’d show her zero mercy!\n\nJayce’s cockhead looked so enticing, swing up against her face over and over... Fubuki smooched her pillowy lips along his shaft, teasing him at first - then opened wide to take his glans inside...\n\nWhen another man yanked her head back, pulling her hair! Fubuki groaned and wriggled, panting as hot, burgeoning cocks slapped on her shoulders and back; her heaving tits... Her studs crowded tight around her, desperate to stroke their shafts on her body. She was being so selfish, but she just needed to taste Jayce’s dick first! Yanking free of the hair-puller, Fubuki slammed her head down on that beautiful fuckpole; taking it deep in her mouth and then - gullgk~! - swallowing it into her slim little throat. Her neck bloated around his girth as she choked up and down, spewing drool-bubbles down Jayce’s enormous shaft - but she never released him from her gullet, chugging him deeper and deeper, performing a vanishing act on his cock! She glugged, glurked, and schlorked on his swelling bitchbuster until her lips smashed all the way up against his pelvis, rolling her tongue under his massive balls. His cockhead was in her belly now, and Jayce was only half-erect! Horking and gagging, spluttering obscene juice down Jayce’s thighs, Fubuki gestured for the other cocks to join in the fun!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Fuckin’ A,\" growled one of the men, slapping his cock on her jiggling tits. \"Kept us waiting long enough.\"\n\nAnother brute, red-skinned and tusked, used her hair as a jerkoff toy. His precum was almost boiling hot as it seeped down her neck, spurting from his tip in fat, gurgling globs. Fubuki’s eyes rolled in pleasure, basking in a world of cocks and jizz, tended to by a league of big, horny studs... This was the best. Just to show her eagerness, she clapped her own mega-tits together and whiiined around the base of Jayce’s cock, still dragging her head up and down, up and down; depriving herself of air in favour of his dickmusk. His pouring pre had already half-filled her stomach, while the other guys roped so much cream onto her ass and tits that a puddle was forming beneath her.\n\n\"Hey, whore!\" the tusked man growled, yanking her hair and stroking his monsterdick next to her face. \"Always scolding us...giving us that dumb fuckin’ glare whenever we look at you like the slut you are. Say it!\" He yanked her head back, and all at once, Fubuki unleashed Jayce’s cockpillar from her gullet with a soaking SCHLORRRP-puah~! Spittle flew from her lips and dangled from her chin, roping lazily onto her beachball tits as cocks crowded around her...poking her cheeks...so hot and virile, twitching and oozing...<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"J-Just...\" she murmured, licking her lips. \"Just cram them in! Nnghaaah~!\" With that, she opened wide and groped two more dicks toward her panting maw; stuffing them in alongside Jayce’s thick glans. Three - slurping on three monsterdicks at once, slobbering and crooning, spooling litres of sloppy sludge down her chin as she tried, tried her best to stretch her poor little throat around their joined girth! God...she wasn’t made to accommodate so much raw dick, but she was gonna try..! As her three lucky studs grumbled and thrusted into her maw, Fubuki seized another pair of cocks grinding on her shoulders; jerking them hard, aiming ‘em at her tits... Her intentions were clear: she wanted their jizz, as much as they could offer. There was no sense of limitation in Fubuki’s mind. By day, she was the strict Miss Blizzard, and by night she was a raving whore. One persona fuelled the other!\n\nAnd now...\n\nWith one big glug, Fubuki swallowed all three cockheads down the slender gap of her throat; bulging her neck unnaturally! The sudden squeeze was enough to set the men off: they grunted, tensed, and...haaah...unleashed their colossal loads. Their joined cumshot made a surging, sloshing commotion in her stomach, filling it to the brim! Jets of jizz fired from her nostrils, and after a few seconds of hot, brutal pumping, Tatsumaki felt something she never had before - their tidal spunk forced through her guts and sprayed from her needy asshole! Snorting, gulping, gagging on cock, Fubuki was drenched in seed inside and out! Probably no whore had ever experienced anything like this. She felt blessed, and showed her appreciation by cramming the dicks in her hands up against her sideboob; urging them to cum, too! They didn’t disappoint, and hosed her tits with so much seed that those giant udders wobbled and rippled under the impact!\n\nWrenching her head back, Fubuki gasped for air, peering up at the stallions with adoration - worship in her eyes. \"Fuah...hahn...hah..!\" She hiccupped and groaned, and massaged her sopping pussy through her panties... \"P-Please...please...more..?\"\n\nThe gentlemen glanced at one-another amused. \"She wants more,\" said one.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Doesn’t she ever shut up?\"\n\n\"Only when there’s a dick down her throat.\"\n\nJayce grinned, idly wiping his cum-roping cockhead against her cheeks and lips. \"I don’t think we’ve had our revenge yet. Let’s work her til she can’t walk straight, yeah?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe monster crumpled before Tatsumaki, tentacles deflating as its brains ran in the street. Onlookers cheered – at least, those that didn’t start retching. Without addressing her grateful audience, the Tornado of Terror floated upwards, higher and higher, dress billowing around her gargantuan rump. She’d come to accept the fact that websites dedicated to her ass would continue to post pictures, no matter how many ‘fans’ she beat up. Why worry about it? \n\nHm. By this time of night, Fubuki was usually holed up at her headquarters, deep into paperwork. Tatsumaki pushed a lock of curly green hair from her eyes, turned westward, and flew toward her sister’s HQ. Perhaps she’d surprise Fubuki with a late-night lecture about heroics, and demand a soft drink...\n\nTatsumaki was still plotting when she touched down on Fubuki’s roof. She unlocked the heavily-bolted door with a twitch of a wrist, a gentle flex of psychic muscle. In fact, Tatsumaki underestimated her own power: the door flew off its hinges and crashed down the stairwell, each scream of metal making her shudder. Well...the offices were soundproof, and Tatsumaki didn’t see any security cameras. She could say a monster broke the door. No-one would dare argue.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe descended, heels moving delicately on the concrete steps. She floated over the fallen door, then made her way through the halls; the long corridors and wide computer-rooms. Strange. No-one was around. As Tatsumaki wondered if something had happened, she came to the rec room door. It rumbled and shook. An office party, perhaps? Tatsumaki took delight in being the world’s number-one party-crasher, and she smiled deviously before turning the handle...\n\nLocked. Now, this was suspicious. Tatsumaki hammered on the door and called, \"Fubuki, are you there?\" When no-one answered, she sighed and stepped back, preparing to blast the door open...\n\nThere was a click as bolts slid across. The door swung open, and a huge man strolled out; cum-coated dick slapping his knee as he walked toward the bathrooms. He cast a gaze over Tatsumaki, mumbled, \"Some kinda midget?\" - and then he was gone.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nTatsumaki blinked. The sight had been surprising, but what she saw inside the room overloaded her brain for a few seconds.\n\n\"Fffuck! Fuck! Haah, fuck my–GGGHNNKHH!\" Fubuki’s cries were cut off as a colossal black dude slammed his dick down her throat, causing jizz to spray from her suckling, groaning lips. She was riding two cocks at once, both belonging to a single, four-armed man. All four hands were occupied slapping her tremendous ass around, making her cheeks wobble and clap and cascade under his powerful strikes! As his cocks plunged into her pussy and ass, Fubuki’s slim, tight belly bulged with their girth. When the throat-plugger wrenched free, Fubuki wasn’t satisfied: she shoved her face into the musk and heat of his ballsack, snorting deeply while cupping those throbbing cantaloupes around most of her head..!\n\nCum-ropes coated the floor. There was hardly a place Tatsumaki could stand without getting jizz on her shoes - she practically had to tiptoe, tense with outrage, unnoticed by the partiers...until she loudly cleared her throat.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nFubuki gasped when she saw Tatsumaki, but never lost her blissful, cock-crazed look. \"Big sister!\" she cried, stifling fear. \"This is...this isn’t what it looks like! I can...I think I can explain... Big sister, why are you...looking at me like that?\"\n\nA few of the men frowned. \"Big sister?\" one murmured.\n\n\"Hello, Fubuki.\" Tatsumaki held her impressive hips, standing with her feet wide apart - striking a figure of dominance. \"I thought my little sister was spending her evenings working hard - and now I find you like this! Well, you’re certainly working hard - you little pig!\"\n\n\"Who the hell is she?\" asked one of the largest men, pacing toward Tatsumaki. The sight of his still-hard monsterdick throbbing before him gave Tatsumaki pause. She gulped and wiped a drop of sweat from her brow, no longer as confident as she had been... The giant crossed his arms, scanning her body up and down. \"You’re related, alright... Just look at that ass!\"\n\n\"Be gone!\" Tatsumaki snapped, and thrust out a hand. An emerald aura swam around her. Everyone in the room flinched...and then chuckled, when they saw nothing was happening. The petite esper scowled at her hand. Was something blocking her powers? Then she realized: she had lost *malicious link removed*. Without that cool, ferocious drive of hers, she was weaker than a puppy. She had to concentrate, or else..!<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Fubuki (Miss Blizzard):**\n * Appearance: Fubuki is described as having a toned stomach and hips, along with beachball-sized breasts.\n * Personality: She exudes confidence and authority, often using her glare to intimidate others.\n * Special Abilities: None explicitly mentioned in the story.\n * Relationships:\n * Jayce (new recruit) - Fubuki hires Jayce due to his potential and brother Tyson's recommendation.\n * Tatsumaki (sister) - Fubuki is initially hesitant but eventually warms up to Tatsumaki's presence.\n2. **Jayce:**\n * Appearance: Jayce has thick dark dreads, deep-set careful eyes, and calloused knuckles.\n * Personality: Initially timid but gradually shows more confidence after interacting with Fubuki.\n * Special Abilities: None explicitly mentioned in the story.\n * Relationships:\n * Fubuki (boss) - Jayce is hired by Fubuki and participates in her evening activities.\n * Tatsumaki (sister-in-law) - Jayce observes Tatsumaki being taken advantage of and decides to join in.\n3. **Tatsumaki:**\n * Appearance: Tatsumaki has curly green hair and is petite compared to other characters.\n * Personality: Initially assertive but becomes increasingly submissive as she loses control.\n * Special Abilities: Psychic powers, which seem to be blocked or weakened in certain situations.\n * Relationships:\n * Fubuki (sister) - Tatsumaki visits Fubuki's headquarters and finds her engaging in intimate activities.\n * Jayce (brother-in-law) - Tatsumaki is taken advantage of by Jayce alongside other men.\n4. **The Destroyer:**\n * Appearance: Colossal size, over eight feet tall, with a massive penis that seems almost supernatural.\n * Personality: Confident and dominant, willing to take on multiple partners simultaneously.\n * Special Abilities: Impressive physical strength and endurance.\n * Relationships:\n * Fubuki (partner) - The Destroyer engages in intimate activities with Fubuki and later Tatsumaki.\n * Tatsumaki (partner) - The Destroyer takes advantage of Tatsumaki, causing significant distress.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Malicious Link:** Tatsumaki mentions losing her malicious link, which seems to affect her psychic powers and overall abilities.\n2. **Cock Enthusiasm:** Fubuki and Tatsumaki exhibit an intense interest in large penises and engage in various activities centered around them.\n3. **Submission and Dominance:** Characters frequently switch between roles of dominance and submission, sometimes within short periods.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Penises:** Various characters have impressive genitalia, some of which are used for intimate activities or to intimidate others.\n2. **Dresses:** Fubuki's dress is custom-fitted to emphasize her figure, while Tatsumaki's dress gets ripped apart during her encounter.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Hero Association:** A group that oversees heroes, including Fubuki and Jayce.\n2. **Blizzard Group:** Fubuki's management company, responsible for guiding and supporting her team members.\n3. **Rules of Engagement:** Characters often disregard social norms and boundaries, engaging in explicit content without hesitation.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story doesn't provide detailed information about the world's geography, but it appears to be set in a modern city with skyscrapers and offices.\n2. **Politics:** There is no clear indication of the government or political structure in the world.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** The Hero Association and Blizzard Group seem to hold significant power and influence, with Fubuki serving as a key figure.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"From a certain angle, she’s pretty cute,\" said the throatfucker, stroking his shaft against Fubuki’s tits. \"Hey, GigaBoy, drag her over here.\"\n\nBefore Tatsumaki knew what was happening, the giant seized her by the hair and dragged her toward Fubuki. The green-haired shortie squirmed and yelled, but in her current state her chances were lower than the Caped Baldy’s in a Best Hair contest. When the crowd parted to engulf her, she stopped squirming - just breathing heavily, eyes wide and pupils narrow as fat, dribbling cockheads crowded around her...pushing at her cheeks...drizzling hot cream onto her... Tatsumaki’s dress was ruined in a matter of seconds while, behind, the two-dicked man seized the initiative and mauled two big handfuls of her prime, gigantic rump! \n\n\"N-No, stop..!\" Tatsumaki wailed, but her heart wasn’t in it. When he shoved his entire face between her asscheeks and motorboated ‘em hard, she turned bright red and started to groan. \"Nngh..! Sensitive..!\" was all she managed to say before another man pinched her nose and pried his enormous cockhead into her mouth. It filled her maw totally, bulging out her cheeks and stretching her jaw to the limit; gooshing thick, musky pre down her throat. Tatsumaki had no choice but to gulp...ulp...glug~ it down, until her poor, ultra-tight tummy sloshed with tides of his cream.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Jeee-sus,\" he said. \"She’s fuckin’ tiny.\"\n\n\"Not back here!\" said Double Dick (she assumed that was his name) in a happy tone, slapping her gargantuan, wobbling cheeks.\n\nMore guys urged their dicks against her hands, guiding her tiny little mitts to stroke their poles - which were invariably bigger than both her arms combined. Tatsumaki felt she was swimming in a sea of cocks, as more bumped against her face and nose... When the tasty fuckpole plopped from her mouth, roping messy sludge between his tip and her lips, Tatsumaki shoved her nose into his cockslit and snoooort~ed deeply! \"Hnnng! Hng! Ggghuuuh...\" She’d never made such disgusting noises, but second by second, her resistance was draining away. \"I’m...ghhah...going to destroy all of you,\" she whined as she waved her perfect ass in the air, begging with her body... \n\nThey tugged off her dress with ease, ripping it to shreds and exposing her small chest and belly, her slim back, her ridiculous hips~ She murmured protests, but with both lungs full of dickmusk, it was impossible to do anything but whimper and give in.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yo!\" growled a deep, violent voice. Tatsumaki looked up from her faceful of cock, which she was piggishly snorting from, at the source of the voice.\n\nHe stood by Fubuki, letting her stroke him off with both arms. Though the busty esper worked her hardest, no handjob could possibly satisfy a pillar of that size. It was ungodly-huge, riddled with veins, so heavy Fubuki was visibly struggling to lift it. A pair of watermelon balls throbbed at its base, gurgling with so much jizz Tatsumaki could almost hear it... \n\nAnd the man himself was colossal, over eight feet tall. When he shoved Fubuki aside and flexed, his nightmare-dick sprang up against him. His cockhead touched his pecs. That cock was almost as big as Tatsumaki! Its girth was wider than her waist!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe other guys backed off as this stallion approached, leaving Tatsumaki swaying dizzily in the centre of attention, flinching under his shadow... Even so, she was unable to look away from his Disaster-Level dick, which seemed to grow a few more inches as he took in Tatsumaki’s shape.\n\nThe stallion stopped before her, his cockhead swaying in front of her face. It was bigger than her head. \"I’m the Destroyer,\" he said as Fubuki crawled forward, wrapping her arms and tits around his leg. \"Even your slutty sister can’t take me. I wanna try you.\"\n\n\"That’s impossible!\" Tatsumaki yelped. \"Are you crazy? Get out of here before I...before I...ohn...\" As she spoke, his cockhead got closer and closer - until it smothered her face in his delicious tip and foreskin. She felt like she was being drawn into the bliss and savage lust of his cock, snorting and gulping cream fresh from the tip until her little tum tensed, sooo full of nutbatter that she hiccupped and burped between suckles and swallows.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe Destroyer wasn’t impressed; he grunted, rubbing Tatsumaki’s head before simply, brutally, lifting her by her hair! The shortie squealed and kicked, cum oozing from her mouth and nostrils as the stallion adjusted his grip; hooking his arms under her thighs, spreading her legs wide as his cockhead crammed up against her asshole... \"You were so confident before,\" he growled in her ear. His monstercock twitched against her clenching pucker, an omen of things to come. \"Why don’t you back up those words!?\"\n\nHe slammed her down with bone-quaking force, and jackhammered his hips upwards! Tatsumaki screamed as his unbelievable cock rocketed into her guts, her tummy, her throat-! And then her voice was cut off, devolving into guttural chokes and splutters. He had impaled her. Her belly, waist, and neck all bloated around his monstrous girth. The only reason his cockhead didn’t burst from her mouth was the fact that her jaw was too narrow. Instead, his broad glans bulged her throat ludicrously, crammed up just under her chin, forcing her head back. Tatsumaki glurked and gurgled noisily, eyes rolling back...\n\nIt was like a switch had flipped in her brain. Tatsumaki hit her first, mind-shattering orgasm and squealed like a pig, spasming on his impaling rod! She drove her hips up and down as his balls slapped and punched her asscheeks, wobbling and bounding wildly! Again and again, Tatsumaki came on the Destroyer’s supreme shaft while Fubuki clapped with glee! This was just too great! Tatsumaki had never felt like this before!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe Destroyed lowered her until she was horizontal, her bulging belly facing the ceiling - and hammered her like an onahole, for all the men’s viewing pleasure! As this happened, Fubuki stood before Tatsumaki, took her hands, and kissed her deeply. Tatsumaki’s eyes focused on her sister’s tits, and she eagerly kissed back, sharing ballslop and saliva with the curvier, taller beauty~\n\nTatsumaki wrapped her legs around the Destroyer’s hips when he tensed. She could feel his own climax building up, his balls clenching against her asscheeks... Suddenly, he jerked her hard against his pelvis and roared in pleasure, pumping rough blasts of spunk through her system! She rode the waves of his dick’s bucks and spasms, each rush of jizz surging through his shaft making her cum around him! Then, all at once, he ERUPTED seed directly out of her mouth - and into Fubuki’s! The girls gurgled on an incredible amount of semen, tasting every drop between them, lips sealed so tightly that none escaped... Fubuki rubbed her belly as it inflated, growing larger and larger until she looked pregnant with triplets!\n\nAt last, Tatsumaki slid to the ground. Fubuki cradled her against those giant tits and heaving, cum-churning belly...<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Next time,\" Tatsumaki spluttered, \"invite your big sister.\"\n\nFubuki only giggled, and extended her hands to the men who, by this point, watched with concern. They had just witnessed, quite possibly, the most violent sex in history. Tatsumaki followed her sister’s gaze, grinned, and nuzzled Fubuki’s tits.\n\n\"Well?\" the girls asked together. \"Don’t tell me you’re done.\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Derek Youngblood**: Derek is the protagonist of the story. He appears to be a young man in his late 20s or early 30s. His appearance isn’t explicitly described, but it’s mentioned that he doesn’t dress formally for meetings. Derek has a casual demeanor, often displaying a sense of humor. He seems confident in his abilities, especially when discussing business ideas.\n2. **Samuel**: Samuel is Derek's boss, married to Jane. He appears to be an older man, possibly in his mid-50s or 60s. Samuel comes across as charismatic, using his charm to smooth over difficult situations. He seems to be hiding secrets, particularly regarding his marriage and potential infidelity.\n3. **Jack**: Jack is another coworker of Derek's. He appears to be a bit older than Derek, possibly in his late 40s or early 50s. Jack displays a competitive streak, often clashing with Derek over business ideas.\n4. **Tammy**: Tammy is a close friend of Derek's, who shares information about Samuel's marriage issues. She seems to be a free-spirited individual, comfortable with discussing explicit topics.\n5. **Jane (Samuel's wife)**: Jane is a complex character, initially portrayed as a trophy wife. However, as the story progresses, her true nature is revealed – she's a sex-starved woman seeking excitement outside her marriage. Jane appears to be in her mid-to-late 40s, with a fit and toned body. Her blonde hair is often styled in a ponytail.\n6. **Lester and Cassandra**: Lester and Cassandra are coworkers of Derek's, introduced during a meeting. They seem to be supportive of Jack's business idea.\n7. **Timothy and Tabitha**: Timothy and Tabitha are also coworkers of Derek's, who are initially skeptical of his business proposal but eventually come around.\n8. **Trevor**: Trevor is a wealthy client of Derek's, who owns multiple businesses and employs accountants to manage his finances. He appears to be in his 50s or 60s, with a son named Allen who struggles with addiction.\n9. **Winston**: Winston is Trevor's accountant, who seems to be resistant to change and risk-taking.\n10. **Nigel**: Nigel is a high-ranking executive within the company, who plays a key role in promoting Derek to partner.\n11. **Fiona, Helen, and Kelly**: Fiona, Helen, and Kelly are administrative assistants working on the top floor of the building.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* Derek has a tendency to joke about sensitive topics, which can sometimes make others uncomfortable.\n* Samuel uses his charm to manipulate situations, but may be hiding secrets about his personal life.\n* Jack is intensely competitive and often clashes with Derek over business ideas.\n* Tammy is open-minded and unafraid to discuss explicit topics.\n* Jane is a sex-starved woman seeking excitement outside her marriage.\n* Lester and Cassandra appear to be supportive colleagues.\n* Timothy and Tabitha are initially skeptical of Derek's business proposal but eventually become supportive.\n* Trevor is a wealthy businessman with a complicated family situation.\n* Winston is resistant to change and risk-taking.\n* Nigel is a high-ranking executive who promotes Derek to partner.\n* Fiona, Helen, and Kelly are efficient and professional administrative assistants.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* None notable items or weapons are present throughout the story.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* The company operates under a hierarchical structure, with high-ranking executives like Nigel holding significant power.\n* Business proposals and ideas are discussed and debated among colleagues, with a focus on finding the most effective solutions.\n* Clients like Trevor have multiple accountants managing their finances, indicating a high level of wealth and complexity.\n* Employees like Juliet have access to advanced technology and tools, such as secure communication systems and financial analysis software.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* The story takes place in a corporate setting, likely within a large financial institution or consulting firm.\n* The company appears to have a strong emphasis on innovation and competition, with employees encouraged to share and debate new ideas.\n* High-net-worth individuals like Trevor own multiple businesses and employ accountants to manage their finances.\n* The company provides its employees with luxurious amenities, including private offices, showers, and bars.\n* The top floor of the building houses high-ranking executives and administrative assistants, with secure communication systems and advanced technology available.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. The valet driver took the keys from me as I exited my car. He looked at me with a disapproving side gaze as he got into my car. I am sure he was used to parking high-end luxury cars and not a regular no-frills vehicle like mine. Most of the money I made went straight into a savings account. I wasn't going to blow it away on an expensive car. \n\n\"Yes,\" the man inside said as I came up to the podium where he was standing. \"Deliveries are in the back,\" he said as he looked back down at the large pad. \n\n\"I am here to meet my boss,\" I said waving my hand over the pad to get his attention.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Name?\" the man asked as he looked at me. \n\nI gave him the name of both Samuel and Jack. He looked at me with widened eyes. \"You're the person they are waiting on?\" he said looking down at my jean pants and dark green shirt. I wasn't told it would be formal, so I didn't plan on dressing the part. \n\n\"Yes,\" I nodded. \n\n\"This way,\" he motioned. \n\n\"Derek,\" Samuel said as he stood up. \"I should have told you it would be formal wear, that's my fault.\" \n\nI looked at the man and smiled as he walked back to his post.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nJack shook his head at me obviously disappointed. \n\n\"I think you know everybody,\" Samuel said as we both sat down. I nodded at Jack and Tammy. I knew Samuel and his wife Jane from one of the office parties. The other two men and their wives I remembered their faces but not their names. \n\n\"No,\" I shook my head as I sat beside Samuel. \n\n\"Well,\" Samuel said as he motioned to one of the men. \"This is Lester and his wife Cassandra, and on your right is Timothy and his wife, Tabitha.\" \n\n\"Hello,\" I nodded. \n\n\"That was quite an idea you had,\" Timothy said. \"Blew mine right out of the water,\" he said with a half-smile.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nNow I knew where I had seen these two before. They were on the floor below, no doubt they were interested in the partnership as well. \n\n\"Yes, we know,\" Tabitha shook her head. She turned to look at me. \"It has been all he has been talking about since yesterday.\" \n\n\"Sorry,\" I shrugged. \n\n\"No need to be sorry,\" Jack shook his head. \"It is the nature of the job. We don't get paid to be nice.\" \n\n\"Well said,\" Samuel nodded. \"I brought the four of you here to go over the two remaining ideas as well as meet each other in a less stressful environment.\" \n\n\"It also helps that he really likes the food here,\" his wife shook her head. \"Any reason he can give to the board for coming here and having them flip the bill is a good reason.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Guilty,\" Samuel nodded. Jane was the poster board woman for being a trophy wife. She had medium length blonde hair and a perfectly cut face with a smile that looked like it should be on Television. \n\nSlowly the food came out, and the conversation turned to Jack's idea. The other two were entirely on board with going forward with Jack's idea over mine. \n\nI had to admit they made good points. It would be less of a hindrance and most cost-effective. While mine was a huge gamble as well as using money that we might need to stop the buyout.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe wives sat in silence, for the most part, sometimes putting a word in now and then. Tammy smiled at me as she looked across the table. \"What about Derek's idea?\" Tammy asked. \"From what Jack told me last night it had the highest percentage of actually working.\" \n\n\"Jack?\" Samuel asked. \n\n\"It does,\" Jack nodded. \"Let's face it. My idea would only stop the buyout for now. What happens if they try again and again.\" \n\nThe other two men nodded their agreement. They began to discuss my idea to which Samuel became more talkative and involved. It seemed like he was waiting for things to go in my direction. He slowly leaned down by his side and produced an envelope. He took out four papers and slid them across the table to us. \n\n\"The board agrees with you Jack,\" Samuel said. \"Sorry, but they are leaning towards Derek's idea. It is the biggest risk, and if it fails, then we will lose the company. If it works, it will stabilize us for years to come.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Congratulations,\" Jane said nodding her head as she smiled at me. \n\n\"Thank you,\" I smiled. Jack looked at me with a stern look. I knew that look he was not happy. However, to hell with him. This was my opportunity, and if he couldn't understand that, then he could take a long walk off a short pier. \n\n\"Well,\" Tabitha said. \"With that settled, we should be going.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nTimothy nodded. \"Will see you at work tomorrow,\" he said as he held up the papers in his hand. \"Light reading for tonight.\" \n\nLester and Cassandra followed close behind leaving the five of us behind. Samuel got up to answer a phone call. Jane snuck over into his seat. \n\n\"No significant other?\" she asked. \n\n\"No,\" I replied looking over at her. \n\nTammy smiled one of her usual smiles. \"I think he is playing the field.\" \n\n\"He has more important things to think about than getting married at his age,\" Jack said as he drank some more of the wine.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"That's enough for you,\" Tammy said she took the glass from his hand. \n\n\"Yes,\" Jane replied. \"We don't want a repeat of the other night.\" \n\nJack shook his head. \"I will go and see if Samuel is ready to go.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe two ladies watched him go. \"So,\" Jane said as she leaned closer to me. \"Tammy has told me that she has told you our little secret.\" \n\nI looked at Tammy. \"She also takes the classes.\" \n\n\"I was the one that told her about them,\" Jane smiled. \n\nNow I remembered her face. She was the blonde in one of the videos. It was hard to picture little miss perfect dancing to some of those raunchy songs that were playing. \"Oh,\" I said. \n\n\"Oh?\" Jane smiled looking over at Tammy. \n\n\"He is a bit shy,\" Tammy shrugged.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nJane leaned in closer so that she was almost in my lap. \"She also told me you have a nice cock,\" she whispered. \n\nHer hand moved on to my lap and squeezed my crotch. I quickly looked around the crowded restaurant. \"Don't be afraid, I won't do anything,\" Jane said as she let it go. \"I just wanted to see for myself.\" \n\n\"You ladies ready?\" Samuel asked as he came back to the table.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"More than ready,\" Jane said as she stood up. \n\nI walked them outside. Jack was already in his car motioning for Tammy to hurry up. I shook my head at him as the car pulled away. Tammy waved at us as they drove away. \n\n\"Don't mind the three of them,\" Samuel shook his head. \"The board, as well as Neil, are pleased with how far you have come in a short time. The three of them have been trying to impress Neil for the past seven years, and you have done it in less than two. That will make you an enemy to many people.\" \n\n\"Too bad for them,\" I shrugged. \"Like Jack said we don't get paid to be nice.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Exactly,\" Samuel said. He pulled out another piece of paper from the small folder under his arm. \"This is the names and phone numbers for everyone on the board. They want you to call them with a time they can get with you individually.\" \n\n\"Individually?\" I asked. \n\n\"Yes,\" Samuel said as his car pulled up. \"Let's just say some of them aren't convinced you came up with that idea by yourself. Meeting them individually will give you a chance to prove them wrong.\" \n\nSamuel got into his car. \"See you tomorrow.\" \n\nJane approached me with her hand stretched out. \"It was nice meeting you,\" she said as we shook hands. I felt a piece of paper go into my hand, and I hid it in my palm. \n\n\"Likewise,\" I nodded.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThey drove off leaving me alone. The valet looked at me with distaste on his face. \"Where did you park it?\" I asked. \n\nHe motioned to the back of the valet parking as he threw me the keys. \"Thanks,\" I smiled. \n\nAs I walked back to my car, I looked at the paper it was a phone number with instructions of the time to text or call. I smiled and put it in my pocket.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You could have warned me,\" I said as I talked to Tammy later that night. \n\n\"And ruin that look on your face?\" I heard Tammy laughing on the other end of the phone. \"It was priceless.\" \n\n\"Why did you tell her?\" I asked. \n\n\"Why not?\" Tammy replied. \"She is just as sex-starved as I am, and it's not like you don't find her attractive.\" \n\n\"No, but...\" I began to say. \n\n\"Samuel?\" Tammy interrupted.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yeah,\" I replied. \"He would have my head.\" \n\n\"No, not really,\" Tammy said. \"I am sure you could tell that they aren't the happy couple that they seem to be right?\" \n\n\"Yeah,\" I nodded. I guessed there was trouble in paradise the last time I saw the two of them at the office party. I thought it was because they had been married for so long. \n\n\"Samuel is gay,\" Tammy blurted out. \n\n\"What!\" I said shooting upright in my bed. \n\n\"He has been for a long while. The board is the only reason they are still pretending to be married. They will most likely find a reason to demote him or get rid of him if they found out.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Does Jack know?\" I asked. \n\n\"Hell no,\" Tammy replied loudly. \"If he knew he would tell Neil, just so that he could take Samuel's place.\" \n\n\"That would be a Jack thing to do,\" I nodded. \n\n\"You going to text her?\" Tammy asked. \n\n\"I don't know,\" I said as I thumbed the paper. \n\n\"You should,\" Tammy replied. \"I would like you to if that makes it easier.\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Derek Youngblood**: Derek is the protagonist of the story. He appears to be a young man in his late 20s or early 30s. His appearance isn’t explicitly described, but it’s mentioned that he doesn’t dress formally for meetings. Derek has a casual demeanor, often displaying a sense of humor. He seems confident in his abilities, especially when discussing business ideas.\n2. **Samuel**: Samuel is Derek's boss, married to Jane. He appears to be an older man, possibly in his mid-50s or 60s. Samuel comes across as charismatic, using his charm to smooth over difficult situations. He seems to be hiding secrets, particularly regarding his marriage and potential infidelity.\n3. **Jack**: Jack is another coworker of Derek's. He appears to be a bit older than Derek, possibly in his late 40s or early 50s. Jack displays a competitive streak, often clashing with Derek over business ideas.\n4. **Tammy**: Tammy is a close friend of Derek's, who shares information about Samuel's marriage issues. She seems to be a free-spirited individual, comfortable with discussing explicit topics.\n5. **Jane (Samuel's wife)**: Jane is a complex character, initially portrayed as a trophy wife. However, as the story progresses, her true nature is revealed – she's a sex-starved woman seeking excitement outside her marriage. Jane appears to be in her mid-to-late 40s, with a fit and toned body. Her blonde hair is often styled in a ponytail.\n6. **Lester and Cassandra**: Lester and Cassandra are coworkers of Derek's, introduced during a meeting. They seem to be supportive of Jack's business idea.\n7. **Timothy and Tabitha**: Timothy and Tabitha are also coworkers of Derek's, who are initially skeptical of his business proposal but eventually come around.\n8. **Trevor**: Trevor is a wealthy client of Derek's, who owns multiple businesses and employs accountants to manage his finances. He appears to be in his 50s or 60s, with a son named Allen who struggles with addiction.\n9. **Winston**: Winston is Trevor's accountant, who seems to be resistant to change and risk-taking.\n10. **Nigel**: Nigel is a high-ranking executive within the company, who plays a key role in promoting Derek to partner.\n11. **Fiona, Helen, and Kelly**: Fiona, Helen, and Kelly are administrative assistants working on the top floor of the building.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* Derek has a tendency to joke about sensitive topics, which can sometimes make others uncomfortable.\n* Samuel uses his charm to manipulate situations, but may be hiding secrets about his personal life.\n* Jack is intensely competitive and often clashes with Derek over business ideas.\n* Tammy is open-minded and unafraid to discuss explicit topics.\n* Jane is a sex-starved woman seeking excitement outside her marriage.\n* Lester and Cassandra appear to be supportive colleagues.\n* Timothy and Tabitha are initially skeptical of Derek's business proposal but eventually become supportive.\n* Trevor is a wealthy businessman with a complicated family situation.\n* Winston is resistant to change and risk-taking.\n* Nigel is a high-ranking executive who promotes Derek to partner.\n* Fiona, Helen, and Kelly are efficient and professional administrative assistants.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* None notable items or weapons are present throughout the story.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* The company operates under a hierarchical structure, with high-ranking executives like Nigel holding significant power.\n* Business proposals and ideas are discussed and debated among colleagues, with a focus on finding the most effective solutions.\n* Clients like Trevor have multiple accountants managing their finances, indicating a high level of wealth and complexity.\n* Employees like Juliet have access to advanced technology and tools, such as secure communication systems and financial analysis software.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* The story takes place in a corporate setting, likely within a large financial institution or consulting firm.\n* The company appears to have a strong emphasis on innovation and competition, with employees encouraged to share and debate new ideas.\n* High-net-worth individuals like Trevor own multiple businesses and employ accountants to manage their finances.\n* The company provides its employees with luxurious amenities, including private offices, showers, and bars.\n* The top floor of the building houses high-ranking executives and administrative assistants, with secure communication systems and advanced technology available.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You two are good friends huh?\" I asked. \n\n\"Most definitely,\" Tammy replied. \"He is out of the shower. You still coming to the dance, right?\" \n\n\"Of course,\" I answered. \n\n\"See you then,\" Tammy said as she hung up. \n\nI took one more look at the paper then began to dial the number. \"Well, hello,\" Jane answered. \n\n\"Is it a good time?\" I asked.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Of course,\" Jane replied. \"He is out with one of his boy toys,\" she said with a sigh. \"I am guessing Tammy filled you in with everything?\" \n\n\"Yes,\" I replied. \"I didn't know. He doesn't seem the type.\" \n\n\"He has become very good at hiding it,\" Jane said. \"But enough about him. What about you? Tammy tells me you liked the dance videos.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Oh definitely,\" I answered. \n\n\"Did she send you any of mine?\" \n\n\"No, I remember seeing you in one of the videos, truthfully I didn't pay much attention,\" I answered honestly. \n\n\"To be expected,\" Jane said. \"Tammy has a way of hogging the spotlight.\" \n\n\"Oh, no I mean,\" I began to say. \n\n\"Relax, I meant it in a good way. She is talented, and she has the chest that most boob guys, like yourself love.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You could tell that huh?\" \n\n\"Yes,\" Jane said. \"I am glad mine got some of the stares as well.\" \n\n\"Well I will remember to pay more attention next time,\" I said with a smile. I couldn't believe I was flirting with one of my boss's wives. \n\n\"Oh, I hope you will give them a lot of attention. After all, Samuel paid for them and hasn't touched them or anything,\" Jane sighed.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"That must be rough,\" I said thinking about the position she was in, married to someone that had no interest in her. \n\n\"It can be at times, but then I got myself into it, and I could easily get myself out. He has told me I could leave, and he would not fight my decision.\" \n\n\"Why don't you?\" I asked. \n\n\"Don't know, to be honest. I guess I am comfortable. I am going to be fifty-three soon. I don't feel like jumping back into the dating pool,\" Jane said a bit disheartened. \n\n\"Fifty-three?\" I asked. \"I thought you were in your forties.\" \n\n\"Flattery will get you everywhere,\" Jane laughed.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I am serious,\" I replied. Jane had the looks of a woman in her early forties. Even in her late thirties. \n\n\"Well, thank you,\" Jane said. \"I try to keep in shape and eat well. Never smoked and hardly drink.\" \n\n\"It shows,\" I said as I looked at the time, it was getting late, and I wanted to get in on time and start meeting some of the board members.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You should get some sleep,\" Jane said as if she was reading my mind. \n\n\"I will see you at the dance, this Friday?\" I asked. \n\n\"Maybe sooner, get some sleep,\" Jane said as she hung up. \n\nI laid back in bed and thought about Tammy and now Jane. What the hell was I getting myself into and how could I get away with it.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Are in trouble?\" Candice asked as I walked past her desk. \n\n\"I don't know, am I?\" I replied. \n\n\"You'll see,\" Candice replied with a smile. \n\nI continued my way to my office. Nigel and Samuel were waiting in my office. I had only met Nigel once, and even then, it was on purpose. He happened to be on the elevator when I got in. We didn't say a word to each other. Now he was sitting in my office. \n\n\"Take a seat,\" Samuel said. \n\nI calmly walked to my desk and sat down. \"Did I do something?\" I asked as I looked at both men.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"No,\" Nigel said shaking his head. \"Why would you assume that?\" \n\n\"Well, the whole floor looked at me as if I was a man walking towards the gallows,\" I shrugged. \n\n\"Told you he had a sense of humor,\" Samuel said as he sat back.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"He will need it,\" Nigel said as he leaned forward and placed a folder on my desk. \"This came in this morning.\" \n\nI picked up the folder and read the paper inside. A smile crept across my face. \"They are dropping out of the buyout.\"\n\n\"Yes, we haven't even made a move on approaching any of the other companies. It would seem we have a leak inside the company,\" Samuel said.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Ah,\" I nodded. \"You think I told my plan to my counterpart across the way.\" \n\n\"An assumption for the most part,\" Nigel replied. \n\n\"No,\" I smiled. \"I will admit that I did leave my curtain up, but no I have not or will not tell them anything they don't need to know.\" \n\n\"That's good to hear,\" Nigel nodded. \"The board still wants to meet you, they liked your proposal and would like to know what you think we should do next.\" \n\n\"Move ahead with my proposal, just because they dropped out, doesn't mean they won't plan or worse yet try to beat us to our other competitors,\" I answered.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nNigel looked over at Samuel. They both smiled. \"Come with us,\" Samuel said as he got up. We walked back onto the floor and passed Candice's desk.\n\nJack was standing outside his office talking to one of the agents. The look on his face as he saw me walking with both of his bosses was priceless. \"Jack,\" Nigel said as he passed. \n\n\"Sir,\" Jack nodded. \n\nWe got into the elevator. Nigel pressed a few buttons that made the elevator move up. We were heading for the top floor. I smiled as I remembered a few years ago when I was working in the mailing room, there were countless nights where some of us would get into the elevator and try to guess the sequence of numbers that would take us to the top floor. Not once did we get it right. \n\nThe door opened to a large lobby. Three women sat behind a large desk. \"Fiona, Helen, and Kelly, this is Derek,\" Nigel said. The three women nodded in my direction. \"Make sure he gets a code for the elevator.\" \n\n\"Yes sir,\" the women said in unison.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWe walked around the large desk and the long wall that had the company's name in silver written on it. The rest of the hall was quiet. There were doors on each side each had a person's name on it. I recognized some of the names. Others escaped me. \n\n\"Here we are,\" Nigel said as he stopped at the door. \n\nI stood in awe as I saw my name in gold against a black background on the door. \"Mine?\" I asked dumbfounded. \n\n\"I don't know another Derek Youngblood, do you?\" Nigel asked Samuel. \n\n\"No, I do not,\" Samuel replied. \n\nI stood still like I had grown roots and was planted in this spot. \"Well?\" Nigel smiled. \"Are you going to open it?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yes, of course,\" I said shaking my head from the daydream. I opened the door and walked into a large room. The desk was set in the back against the window. \n\n\"No peering eyes on this side,\" Samuel said. \"Your room comes with a wardrobe, a shower, and a bar. Not fully stocked but you can stock it with what you want, as long as it used for company clients.\" \n\nI nodded. Still trying to come to terms that I was becoming a partner, no more dealing with potential clients. Now all I had to do was keep the most critical clients happy and made sure I made them money which in turn made the company money. \"I think we should leave him alone,\" Nigel smiled as he nodded to Samuel.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Congratulations,\" Samuel said as he shook my hand. \n\n\"Thank you,\" I said shaking his hand then Nigel's \"I won't let you down.\" \n\nI walked around my large office with a massive smile on my face. I couldn't believe I had become a partner. It meant that I no longer had to take orders from Jack. That thought alone made me laugh out loud. \n\n\"Enjoying yourself,\" a woman's voice said. \n\nI turned around to see a tall woman standing in the doorway. \"Juliet,\" the lady said as she walked forward with a tablet in her hand. \"I need your signature on these forms,\" she said as she sauntered forward. \n\nThis woman was gorgeous. I had never seen a woman like her, maybe in a movie or on a poster board but never in flesh and blood. She had long hazel brown hair that fell just past her shoulders. Juliet looked at me staring at her. \"Derek?\" Juliet said bringing me back from my daydream.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yes,\" I said as I used the pen to sign the papers on her tablet. \n\n\"Good,\" Juliet smiled. \"I am your assistant if there is anything I can help you with you just need to let me know,\" she smiled and walked towards my desk. She wore a gray pencil skirt and a pink top. \"How do you like your new office,\" Juliet said as she looked back at me. \n\n\"It's bigger than my apartment,\" I smiled. \n\n\"Mine too,\" Juliet smiled. \"Have you gone over your client list?\" \n\n\"No,\" I said as I walked over to the table. There was a folder with some papers inside. Juliet sat on the other side of the desk. \"Sign in,\" she pointed to the screen. \n\nI looked at the screen and saw my name as well as a bar to enter my password. \"The default is your social security number after that. You can enter anything you would like,\" Juliet said as she leaned forward. Her ample chest pressed against the glass table.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI entered my social then was prompted to enter a new password. I entered my usual password and was greeted by a list of programs. \"Top one,\" Juliet nodded. \n\n\"Ah,\" I said as a familiar screen greeted me. \"I saw this at last year’s office party,\" I smiled as I worked my way around the program and looking at my client list then at the papers in front of me. \n\n\"It seems like you won't be needing my help,\" Juliet nodded as she stood up. I watched as she walked towards one of the walls of the office. She pressed what looked like part of the wall. A door popped open, and she walked through closing the door behind her. I shook my head at the wonders of being on the top floor.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Derek Youngblood**: Derek is the protagonist of the story. He appears to be a young man in his late 20s or early 30s. His appearance isn’t explicitly described, but it’s mentioned that he doesn’t dress formally for meetings. Derek has a casual demeanor, often displaying a sense of humor. He seems confident in his abilities, especially when discussing business ideas.\n2. **Samuel**: Samuel is Derek's boss, married to Jane. He appears to be an older man, possibly in his mid-50s or 60s. Samuel comes across as charismatic, using his charm to smooth over difficult situations. He seems to be hiding secrets, particularly regarding his marriage and potential infidelity.\n3. **Jack**: Jack is another coworker of Derek's. He appears to be a bit older than Derek, possibly in his late 40s or early 50s. Jack displays a competitive streak, often clashing with Derek over business ideas.\n4. **Tammy**: Tammy is a close friend of Derek's, who shares information about Samuel's marriage issues. She seems to be a free-spirited individual, comfortable with discussing explicit topics.\n5. **Jane (Samuel's wife)**: Jane is a complex character, initially portrayed as a trophy wife. However, as the story progresses, her true nature is revealed – she's a sex-starved woman seeking excitement outside her marriage. Jane appears to be in her mid-to-late 40s, with a fit and toned body. Her blonde hair is often styled in a ponytail.\n6. **Lester and Cassandra**: Lester and Cassandra are coworkers of Derek's, introduced during a meeting. They seem to be supportive of Jack's business idea.\n7. **Timothy and Tabitha**: Timothy and Tabitha are also coworkers of Derek's, who are initially skeptical of his business proposal but eventually come around.\n8. **Trevor**: Trevor is a wealthy client of Derek's, who owns multiple businesses and employs accountants to manage his finances. He appears to be in his 50s or 60s, with a son named Allen who struggles with addiction.\n9. **Winston**: Winston is Trevor's accountant, who seems to be resistant to change and risk-taking.\n10. **Nigel**: Nigel is a high-ranking executive within the company, who plays a key role in promoting Derek to partner.\n11. **Fiona, Helen, and Kelly**: Fiona, Helen, and Kelly are administrative assistants working on the top floor of the building.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* Derek has a tendency to joke about sensitive topics, which can sometimes make others uncomfortable.\n* Samuel uses his charm to manipulate situations, but may be hiding secrets about his personal life.\n* Jack is intensely competitive and often clashes with Derek over business ideas.\n* Tammy is open-minded and unafraid to discuss explicit topics.\n* Jane is a sex-starved woman seeking excitement outside her marriage.\n* Lester and Cassandra appear to be supportive colleagues.\n* Timothy and Tabitha are initially skeptical of Derek's business proposal but eventually become supportive.\n* Trevor is a wealthy businessman with a complicated family situation.\n* Winston is resistant to change and risk-taking.\n* Nigel is a high-ranking executive who promotes Derek to partner.\n* Fiona, Helen, and Kelly are efficient and professional administrative assistants.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* None notable items or weapons are present throughout the story.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* The company operates under a hierarchical structure, with high-ranking executives like Nigel holding significant power.\n* Business proposals and ideas are discussed and debated among colleagues, with a focus on finding the most effective solutions.\n* Clients like Trevor have multiple accountants managing their finances, indicating a high level of wealth and complexity.\n* Employees like Juliet have access to advanced technology and tools, such as secure communication systems and financial analysis software.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* The story takes place in a corporate setting, likely within a large financial institution or consulting firm.\n* The company appears to have a strong emphasis on innovation and competition, with employees encouraged to share and debate new ideas.\n* High-net-worth individuals like Trevor own multiple businesses and employ accountants to manage their finances.\n* The company provides its employees with luxurious amenities, including private offices, showers, and bars.\n* The top floor of the building houses high-ranking executives and administrative assistants, with secure communication systems and advanced technology available.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nFor what seemed like hours, I peered through endless amounts of bank accounts that were owned by the four clients I represented. \"How is this even possible,\" I shook my head. I looked at the phone on my table wondering how I could contact Juliet. I pressed the zero button and waited. \"Fiona,\" a voice replied. \n\n\"Oh, sorry,\" I replied. \"I was trying to reach Juliet,\" I responded. \n\n\"Hold on,\" Fiona replied. For a few moments, there was silence.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Derek?\" Juliet said over what seemed like the intercom in my office. \n\n\"Yes,\" I replied out loud. \n\n\"You can put down the phone,\" Juliet said. \"In the future, you can press the blue button on the phone and talk.\" \n\n\"Ah,\" I saw looking down. \"Can you come in here for a moment?\" \n\n\"Sure,\" Juliet replied. The door popped back open, Juliet sauntered her way into the room. \"What can I help you with?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"This,\" I said as I swung my monitor around. \"It seems that whoever had Mr. Jacobstein's account before me wasn't giving all of his accounts the full attention it needed. He could be making a lot more from both of these accounts.\" \n\nJuliet nodded. \"It sure does,\" she smiled. \"You should set up a meeting.\" \n\nI nodded as I looked back at the screen. \"Today,\" Juliet added looking at the phone.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Oh,\" I said looking down at the huge phone on my table. Then I remembered the client list and looked through it. Pressing the quick dial number for my client, I sat back.\n\n\"Jacobstien's office,\" a lady said. \n\n\"Hi, this is Derek Youngblood...\" I began to say. \n\n\"Ah, yes,\" the lady interrupted. \"He is expecting to hear from you. I will transfer you to him now.\" \n\nI smiled as I sat back in my chair. \"Derek?\" a man said. \n\n\"Yes sir,\" I replied as I picked up the handset taking it off speakerphone.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Derek,\" the man said. \"If you're going to be my new accountant you should start calling me Trevor.\" \n\n\"Okay, Trevor, I was looking through some of your accounts. May I ask who had them before me?\" I asked standing up and looking out the window. \n\n\"I hate talking about money and accounts over the phone. You play golf?\" Trevor said.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"No,\" I shrugged looking at Juliet. \n\n\"You should start. I am heading to the club, how about you meet me there, say in an hour, and we can talk over lunch?\" Trevor said. \n\n\"Absolutely,\" I smiled. \"See you there.\" \n\nI waited for Trevor to hang up. \"Well?\" Juliet said as I put the receiver down. \n\n\"The club?\" I said with a slightly confused look on my face. \n\n\"Ah,\" Juliet nodded. \"You will need to change.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Don't think I have time to head back home,\" I shook my head. \n\nJuliet shook her head as she walked towards one of the walls. She pressed a panel a rack of dress shirts and blazers rolled outward. Then she pushed another panel lower down on the wall, and a shelf came out. I walked over and saw shoes and socks all neat and lined up. \n\n\"The shower is over there,\" Juliet pointed. \"I will tell the garage to have your car waiting,\" Juliet walked back to what I thought was her office.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI laughed out loud as I pressed the panel where she had pointed to another door popped open revealing a bathroom with a walk-in shower and a sink. \n\nAfter a quick shower, I walked over to the rack of clothes. It didn't dawn on me until I reached the rack that Juliet could walk in any moment and see me standing here with just a towel. I shrugged it off as I pulled out a blue button shirt, a black blazer, and black pants. I matched the socks and shoes. \n\n\"Not too bad,\" Juliet said as she walked behind me. \n\n\"It is missing something,\" she said. She pressed another button, and a row of watches and cufflinks came out. She ran her fingers across the watches and chose one, then the links next to it. I put them on, and Juliet nodded her approval. \n\nJuliet had also changed. She was wearing a dark blue skirt with a white blouse. The two of us walked to the elevator then down to the garage. \"Mr. Youngblood,\" a man said as he showed me to a black car. \n\nI looked over at Juliet. \"Company car,\" she said. \"Not personal,\" she shook her head. The man held open Juliet's door.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Wow,\" I said as I got in. The car had all the bells and whistles. I hit the button for the sunroof and punched the gas as I exited the underground car park. Juliet put the address in the navigation. \n\n\"I could get used to this,\" I smiled looking over at Juliet as she crossed her long legs. She handed me a small box. \n\n\"A present,\" she smiled as she looked out the window. \n\nI laughed as I put on a pair of sunglasses.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Hello sir,\" the valet said as we pulled up. \n\n\"Hi,\" I replied as I showed them my identification. \n\n\"Have a good day,\" one of the men said as I walked towards the massive building. \n\n\"Trevor said he would meet you in the lounge,\" Juliet said as she held the Bluetooth receiver to her ear. \n\n\"Where will you be?\" I asked. \n\n\"I will be around,\" Juliet smiled.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWe parted ways as we entered the main building. I followed the direction to the lounge and saw Trevor outside on the large patio. His photo in the client list must have been recent. \n\n\"Trevor,\" I said as I greeted him. \n\n\"Derek,\" he smiled as he offered me a seat. Sitting next to him was another man. \"I want you to meet Winston, my other accountant,\" Trevor said. \n\nI nodded and shook the man's hand. It wasn't a surprise to me that most of the people like Trevor whom some would classify as the super-rich, or filthy rich had two or more accountants. \n\n\"You said that you found some discrepancies in Trevor's account?\" Winston said. No doubt he was my main competition.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"May I?\" I asked as I looked at Trevor. He nodded. I took out my tablet and put it on the table. What followed was a few shots by both of us to show Trevor what we could do with his money, and why I thought I could make more from what he already had. Winston was not happy. \n\n\"It's a huge financial risk,\" Winston said as he shook his head. \n\n\"A risk you can afford, and if it pans out you would do well above average even double what you already make,\" I said sitting back.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You're young,\" Trevor nodded as he looked at me. \"I am not that young. I can't take risks at this age.\" \n\n\"Understandable,\" I nodded as I folded my tablet closed. \n\n\"I hope there are no hard feelings,\" Trevor said. \n\n\"Of course not, business and feelings do not mix well,\" I smiled. \n\n\"See,\" Trevor smiled as he looked at me. \"When Nigel told me, you would be taking my accounts. I asked around about you. Everyone said you knew how to separate business from personal.\" \n\n\"Absolutely,\" I nodded as I looked over at Winston. It was time to go for the killing blow. I took a sip of my drink as I crossed the cutlery on my plate. \"Speaking of personal, how is Allen doing?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe two men fell silent as I mentioned Trevor's son. I knew from Juliet as well as doing my research Allen, Trevor's youngest son was always having trouble with the law. Terry his oldest was at odd's with his father and would not take up his father's business, which left Allen to take over if anything happened to Trevor. \n\n\"He is ...\" Winston began. \n\n\"You know how he is,\" Trevor said holding up a hand to silence Winston. \n\n\"Yes, I do,\" I nodded. \"How much longer can you hide it?\" \n\nTrevor shook his head as he leaned forward. \"Low blow don't you think?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Business not personal,\" I leaned into him. \"You know very well, there are camera's waiting for him to come out of rehab, the moment those pictures hit the stands, and the headings read the heir to the throne. Your stocks will plummet. Can you afford to take that hit?\" \n\nTrevor looked over at Winston. Winston shook his head. I put the tablet back on the table. \"If you move these accounts out of these banks and move them into this firm, they will be untouchable. You will have a nest egg, not only to survive the hit but also able to keep your company name above water. Also, if I may suggest you can then sell it to whomever you want, saving yourself and your family.\" \n\nI sat back as I looked at the two of them. Trevor smiled. \"Straight to the heart huh?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"How did you know we have been planning to seek out buyers?\" Winston asked. \n\n\"Who cares,\" Trevor shook his head. \"Do it,\" he nodded. \"Why didn't you think of all of that? It could have saved me thousands.\" \n\n\"It's a risk,\" I said as I punched in a few numbers. \"Some people like to play it safe. I am not one of them.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI turned the tablet around to Trevor who punched in his passcode. \"There you go,\" I said as I showed him the accounts that had moved. \n\n\"We will be in touch,\" Winston said. \"I will be making sure things don't get out of hand.\" \n\n\"You know how to reach me,\" I smiled as I watched the two men walk away.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nJuliet clapped from her place at the table behind me. \"Well played,\" she said as she joined me. I let out a long sigh. \n\n\"I was waiting for him to fire me,\" I smiled. \n\n\"I thought he was,\" Juliet nodded. \"None of the other partners would risk bringing up a family member,\" she said looking at me. \"Especially in a public setting.\" \n\nI nodded. It was a risk. Juliet stood up. \"You should take a look around,\" she said as she stared at a young man. The two of them exchanged a glance. \n\n\"Go, have fun,\" I nodded. \n\n\"You too,\" Juliet said as she walked away.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Derek Youngblood**: Derek is the protagonist of the story. He appears to be a young man in his late 20s or early 30s. His appearance isn’t explicitly described, but it’s mentioned that he doesn’t dress formally for meetings. Derek has a casual demeanor, often displaying a sense of humor. He seems confident in his abilities, especially when discussing business ideas.\n2. **Samuel**: Samuel is Derek's boss, married to Jane. He appears to be an older man, possibly in his mid-50s or 60s. Samuel comes across as charismatic, using his charm to smooth over difficult situations. He seems to be hiding secrets, particularly regarding his marriage and potential infidelity.\n3. **Jack**: Jack is another coworker of Derek's. He appears to be a bit older than Derek, possibly in his late 40s or early 50s. Jack displays a competitive streak, often clashing with Derek over business ideas.\n4. **Tammy**: Tammy is a close friend of Derek's, who shares information about Samuel's marriage issues. She seems to be a free-spirited individual, comfortable with discussing explicit topics.\n5. **Jane (Samuel's wife)**: Jane is a complex character, initially portrayed as a trophy wife. However, as the story progresses, her true nature is revealed – she's a sex-starved woman seeking excitement outside her marriage. Jane appears to be in her mid-to-late 40s, with a fit and toned body. Her blonde hair is often styled in a ponytail.\n6. **Lester and Cassandra**: Lester and Cassandra are coworkers of Derek's, introduced during a meeting. They seem to be supportive of Jack's business idea.\n7. **Timothy and Tabitha**: Timothy and Tabitha are also coworkers of Derek's, who are initially skeptical of his business proposal but eventually come around.\n8. **Trevor**: Trevor is a wealthy client of Derek's, who owns multiple businesses and employs accountants to manage his finances. He appears to be in his 50s or 60s, with a son named Allen who struggles with addiction.\n9. **Winston**: Winston is Trevor's accountant, who seems to be resistant to change and risk-taking.\n10. **Nigel**: Nigel is a high-ranking executive within the company, who plays a key role in promoting Derek to partner.\n11. **Fiona, Helen, and Kelly**: Fiona, Helen, and Kelly are administrative assistants working on the top floor of the building.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* Derek has a tendency to joke about sensitive topics, which can sometimes make others uncomfortable.\n* Samuel uses his charm to manipulate situations, but may be hiding secrets about his personal life.\n* Jack is intensely competitive and often clashes with Derek over business ideas.\n* Tammy is open-minded and unafraid to discuss explicit topics.\n* Jane is a sex-starved woman seeking excitement outside her marriage.\n* Lester and Cassandra appear to be supportive colleagues.\n* Timothy and Tabitha are initially skeptical of Derek's business proposal but eventually become supportive.\n* Trevor is a wealthy businessman with a complicated family situation.\n* Winston is resistant to change and risk-taking.\n* Nigel is a high-ranking executive who promotes Derek to partner.\n* Fiona, Helen, and Kelly are efficient and professional administrative assistants.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* None notable items or weapons are present throughout the story.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* The company operates under a hierarchical structure, with high-ranking executives like Nigel holding significant power.\n* Business proposals and ideas are discussed and debated among colleagues, with a focus on finding the most effective solutions.\n* Clients like Trevor have multiple accountants managing their finances, indicating a high level of wealth and complexity.\n* Employees like Juliet have access to advanced technology and tools, such as secure communication systems and financial analysis software.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* The story takes place in a corporate setting, likely within a large financial institution or consulting firm.\n* The company appears to have a strong emphasis on innovation and competition, with employees encouraged to share and debate new ideas.\n* High-net-worth individuals like Trevor own multiple businesses and employ accountants to manage their finances.\n* The company provides its employees with luxurious amenities, including private offices, showers, and bars.\n* The top floor of the building houses high-ranking executives and administrative assistants, with secure communication systems and advanced technology available.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI took the chance to walk around the main building as well as the perimeter. I could see the reason why rich people came to these places. The security and privacy kept out most of the unwanted attention from paparazzi as well as others that weren't like them. I heard a familiar voice as I neared the tennis court. \n\n\"Nearly had me that time Dwayne,\" the voice said as I got closer. \n\nI stood outside one of the tennis courts looking at Jane. She was playing a senior man. \"We have a visitor,\" the man said slightly out of breath.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Derek,\" Jane smiled as she walked over towards the fence. \"Samuel told me the news. Congratulations are in order.\" \n\n\"Thanks,\" I smiled as I looked at her in her tight white shirt and a short white tennis skirt. \"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.\" \n\n\"Oh no,\" the man said as he walked towards the door in the fence. \"It gives me a reason to call it a game.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Now, now Dwayne, the doctor said a full hour of exercise,\" Jane said staring at him. \n\n\"Tomorrow,\" the man surrendered. \n\n\"I will hold you to that,\" Jane said as she walked out of the court. \"Unless I can convince you to play?\" she smiled as she looked up at me. \n\n\"Oh, no,\" I said as I shook my head. \"Not in this getup.\" \n\n\"You can always ask the front desk for a change of attire. I am sure they have your measurements on file already,\" Jane said as she walked in front of me.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Maybe another time,\" I said staring at her tight thighs and legs. For someone her age she sure kept herself in shape. \n\n\"Are you staring?\" Jane said as she looked back at me. \n\n\"Would I be in trouble if I said yes,\" I said feeling a bit daring after my encounter with Trevor. Jane was a sight to see in the white tight top and short skirt. White socks and matching shoes. What also got my attention was her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail that came out of the back of her cap. \n\n\"Absolutely,\" Jane nodded. She turned to face me. \"In more ways than one,\" she said as she looked down at my groin. \n\n\"Don't say something you can't back up,\" I said doubling down on her flirt.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Oh,\" Jane smirked as she turned back around. This time she swung her hips a little more, the short skirt swayed with them. \"You should get the company car back to the office. They have trackers on them.\" \n\n\"Is that so?\" I asked as I caught up to her. \"Or are you trying to change the subject?\" \n\n\"A little of both,\" Jane said looking at me. \"Prying eyes and ears,\" she said as she looked around.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI nodded. I almost forget where I was and who I was flirting with it wouldn't be a good sign if someone caught me flirting with the boss’s wife. \"Thank you,\" I nodded as I passed her. \n\n\"Talk again soon,\" Jane said as she walked up the stairs to the main building. \n\nI went back to the front and notified the valet I was leaving. I sent a message to Juliet as I waited. She replied letting me know that she had already gone and that she will see me tomorrow.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI loved the feeling of the leather seats and the looks and feel of the car as I pushed it past the speed limit. It barely made a sound as I pressed the gas pedal further down. \n\n\"I have got to get me one of these,\" I said as I pulled it into the parking garage. When I got out and gave the key back to the attendant, he notified me that I had a phone call waiting. \"Who could have known I was here?\" I asked, but he shook his head. \n\n\"Hello,\" I said as I picked up the phone. \n\n\"Hi,\" a man's voice said. \"Are you alone?\" \n\n\"Uh,\" I said looking around for the attendant, he must have left me to go park the car. \"Sure,\" I replied not knowing what else to say. \n\n\"Our mutual friend would like to meet you,\" he said. \"Write down this address,\" he said.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI smiled as I recognized the voice it was Dwayne. He must be talking about Jane. \"Got it,\" I said as I looked down at the address. I snapped a quick picture of it then tore it up. \n\n\"Everything okay?\" the attendant asked. \n\n\"Yeah,\" I nodded. \"Just a client, wanting to set up a meeting,\" I lied as I hung up. \n\nI knew it would be suspicious if I took another company car to meet her, so I took my car. It felt slow and sluggish compared to the other vehicle. I pulled up to a large hotel. Walking inside I went straight to the elevator, and up to the desired floor, I knocked on the door and was pulled inside quickly by Jane. \n\n\"Hello,\" I said as she closed the door. \n\n\"Hi,\" she smiled as she led me inside.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe moment the door closed she stood on her tiptoes to kiss me. Her hand went straight for my groin. Jane had a devilish smile on her face as she looked up at me. \"Been waiting for something like this for years now.\" \n\n\"Oh really?\" I asked as I watched Jane bend at the knees. She quickly loosened my belt then pulled on my pants. \n\n\"Over six years to be exact,\" Jane said as she pulled on my boxers. Her eyes went wide as my dick sprung up at her. \"Tammy was right,\" she said as her hand wrapped around my dick.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI smiled as I saw the wedding ring on her finger. A finger now wrapped around my hardening cock. \"Glad I didn't disappoint.\" \n\nJane slowly took my dick in her mouth. The bill of her cap hitting me as she began to suck on me. She quickly took the cap off and threw it to the side. I looked down at her hair. \"You going to let it out?\" I said as I began to run my hand through it. \n\n\"Nu-uh,\" Jane said as she stood up. \"There are only two times I pull it back. When I am playing tennis,\" she smiled as she held my hand and led me to the large bed.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"And the other?\" I asked as I sat down on the edge of the tall bed. \n\n\"Come on,\" Jane smiled as she got down on her knees. \"You can tell when a woman really likes to take a dick in her mouth she always pulls her hair back,\" Jane smiled as she licked the head of my dick. \n\nJane's head began to bounce up and down on my dick as she sucked me hard. \"Fuck,\" I said as I leaned back on the bed. \"Damn it,\" I said looking at her. Jane sucked my dick harder and faster than anyone had before. Slowly she stopped to take a deep breath.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I told you,\" she said wiping the drool from her mouth before taking it back in. I leaned further back on the bed almost lying down as I watched a married woman suck my dick. Her head bounced up and down, twisting and turning. \n\n\"Holy fuck,\" I said as I felt my dick throb. \"I'm cumming,\" I shouted. Jane didn't stop I could hear her gagging on my dick as she took it deeper than she had before when she got it all the way down her throat she stopped. Then stopped as I came hard, my toes curled in my shoes as I came. \n\n\"Damn,\" I said as I got my breath back. \n\nJane stayed between my legs as she licked my dick and began sucking on my balls. \"I am not finished yet,\" she shook her head. \"I have a lot of pent-up sexual energy to spend on this dick,\" she licked it as she looked up at me. \n\n\"I can see that,\" I said. \"Give me a few to catch up, and I will do...\" \n\nJane stood up and took off her top showing her white sports bra. \"Now those are nice,\" I said staring at her big tits. Jane squeezed them together and played with her nipples.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Had to buy all new bra's and shirts when I got them,\" Jane said as she lowered her head to lick the top of one then the other. \"Have you ever felt any like these?\" \n\n\"No,\" I said as I sat up. \"Only the real ones,\" I said as I reached out. I squeezed them both, they felt different but in a good way. \n\n\"What do you think?\" Jane said as she turned around pushing her ass against my groin. I squeezed her large tits from behind.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I like them,\" I said as I squeezed and rubbed them through the fabric of the sports bra. \n\n\"You're not the only one,\" Jane said as she pressed back against me. My dick was beginning to harden again. \"Got to love you boob guys,\" she smiled as she turned around. \"Fuck me,\" she said as she looked me in the eyes. \n\n\"I have to get the condoms from my pants,\" I smiled as I stood up.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Oh no,\" Jane said as she reached for my dick. \"Something like this should never be wrapped up,\" she smiled as she began to take off her short tennis skirt. \n\n\"Leave it on,\" I said as I pushed her towards the bed. \n\n\"Good boy,\" Jane smiled as she bent near the bed, she placed both hands on the bed. \n\nI lifted the skirt and pulled her thong to the side. \"Fuck,\" she said lowering her head as I pushed my dick inside her. I gripped her sides as I began fucking her tight pussy. \n\n\"Damn, you're tight,\" I said as I felt her tighten around me. I reached forward and pulled on her ponytail.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Six years,\" she growled as I began pounding her hard. \"Use me please, fuck me,\" Jane said as she looked back. \n\nI let her hair go as her head buried itself in the bed. Jane began pushing back on me. Putting her tight bubble shaped ass into the air for me to fuck. \"I want to watch,\" I said as I pulled out. \n\n\"Yes,\" Jane said as she crawled up on the bed, putting her head on the pillows. She widened her legs as I slid back into her. She began nodding her head as I began sliding in and out of her. I began to quicken my pace. \"Use it,\" she nodded. \"Fuck my pussy, I want you to cum inside me,\" she said with wild green eyes.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI held her legs wide as I fucked her. My hips and back were moving as fast as I could go. I watched my dick go in and out of her. \n\n\"God yes!\" she screamed. I put both of her legs together putting them over one of my shoulders. \n\n\"That's it,\" Jane said. \"Fuck me hard!\" she said staring up at me.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Derek Youngblood**: Derek is the protagonist of the story. He appears to be a young man in his late 20s or early 30s. His appearance isn’t explicitly described, but it’s mentioned that he doesn’t dress formally for meetings. Derek has a casual demeanor, often displaying a sense of humor. He seems confident in his abilities, especially when discussing business ideas.\n2. **Samuel**: Samuel is Derek's boss, married to Jane. He appears to be an older man, possibly in his mid-50s or 60s. Samuel comes across as charismatic, using his charm to smooth over difficult situations. He seems to be hiding secrets, particularly regarding his marriage and potential infidelity.\n3. **Jack**: Jack is another coworker of Derek's. He appears to be a bit older than Derek, possibly in his late 40s or early 50s. Jack displays a competitive streak, often clashing with Derek over business ideas.\n4. **Tammy**: Tammy is a close friend of Derek's, who shares information about Samuel's marriage issues. She seems to be a free-spirited individual, comfortable with discussing explicit topics.\n5. **Jane (Samuel's wife)**: Jane is a complex character, initially portrayed as a trophy wife. However, as the story progresses, her true nature is revealed – she's a sex-starved woman seeking excitement outside her marriage. Jane appears to be in her mid-to-late 40s, with a fit and toned body. Her blonde hair is often styled in a ponytail.\n6. **Lester and Cassandra**: Lester and Cassandra are coworkers of Derek's, introduced during a meeting. They seem to be supportive of Jack's business idea.\n7. **Timothy and Tabitha**: Timothy and Tabitha are also coworkers of Derek's, who are initially skeptical of his business proposal but eventually come around.\n8. **Trevor**: Trevor is a wealthy client of Derek's, who owns multiple businesses and employs accountants to manage his finances. He appears to be in his 50s or 60s, with a son named Allen who struggles with addiction.\n9. **Winston**: Winston is Trevor's accountant, who seems to be resistant to change and risk-taking.\n10. **Nigel**: Nigel is a high-ranking executive within the company, who plays a key role in promoting Derek to partner.\n11. **Fiona, Helen, and Kelly**: Fiona, Helen, and Kelly are administrative assistants working on the top floor of the building.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* Derek has a tendency to joke about sensitive topics, which can sometimes make others uncomfortable.\n* Samuel uses his charm to manipulate situations, but may be hiding secrets about his personal life.\n* Jack is intensely competitive and often clashes with Derek over business ideas.\n* Tammy is open-minded and unafraid to discuss explicit topics.\n* Jane is a sex-starved woman seeking excitement outside her marriage.\n* Lester and Cassandra appear to be supportive colleagues.\n* Timothy and Tabitha are initially skeptical of Derek's business proposal but eventually become supportive.\n* Trevor is a wealthy businessman with a complicated family situation.\n* Winston is resistant to change and risk-taking.\n* Nigel is a high-ranking executive who promotes Derek to partner.\n* Fiona, Helen, and Kelly are efficient and professional administrative assistants.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* None notable items or weapons are present throughout the story.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* The company operates under a hierarchical structure, with high-ranking executives like Nigel holding significant power.\n* Business proposals and ideas are discussed and debated among colleagues, with a focus on finding the most effective solutions.\n* Clients like Trevor have multiple accountants managing their finances, indicating a high level of wealth and complexity.\n* Employees like Juliet have access to advanced technology and tools, such as secure communication systems and financial analysis software.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* The story takes place in a corporate setting, likely within a large financial institution or consulting firm.\n* The company appears to have a strong emphasis on innovation and competition, with employees encouraged to share and debate new ideas.\n* High-net-worth individuals like Trevor own multiple businesses and employ accountants to manage their finances.\n* The company provides its employees with luxurious amenities, including private offices, showers, and bars.\n* The top floor of the building houses high-ranking executives and administrative assistants, with secure communication systems and advanced technology available.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI loved seeing her white tennis shoes on my shoulder. I pounded into her harder feeling myself on edge. \n\n\"Fuck, I am cumming,\" I said as I pushed into her. I held it tight inside of her as I came for the second time. \n\nI collapsed beside her. \"You're trying to kill me,\" I said as I tried to catch my breath.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You're young still,\" Jane said as she kissed my sweaty chest. \"I haven't even tried to kill you yet,\" she smiled as she looked up at me.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"How was your night?\" Juliet asked me as I entered my office the next day. \n\n\"Good,\" I replied. \"Yours?\" I asked as I sat down at my desk. \n\n\"Eventful,\" Juliet replied. \"You have a meeting with three of the board members today at noon,\" she said as she placed a few folders on my table. \"Other than that your day is open.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI stared up at her. I couldn't get over how incredible she looked. She could easily get a job as a model, with her looks and her smile as well as her physique. \"May I ask something?\" I asked as she began to walk away. \n\n\"Sure,\" Juliet said as she turned to face me. \n\n\"Why this job?\" I asked. \"I don't mean to be rude, but...\" I ended it abruptly because I didn't want to dig the hole I was making any deeper. \n\nJuliet smiled. \"Well,\" she said sauntered towards me. \"Just between the two of us?\" \n\n\"Sure,\" I replied. \n\n\"I tried other venues, even got a few calls from agencies and well, to be honest. I like numbers, I like the corporate world, and I am good at it. I find it more interesting and more satisfying than walking down a runway or putting on bathing suits and trying to look interested,\" she smiled as she looked down at me. \"Plus, I get to work with up and coming handsome businessmen like yourself.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Right,\" I nodded. \"Well I am glad to have you as my partner,\" I said as I put my hand out. \n\n\"Glad to be aboard,\" Juliet said as we shook hands. She began walking back to her office. \"Oh, I meant the handsome part, also the guy I was talking to yesterday, he's my brother.\" \n\nI watched her enter her office, and the door closed. \"Calm down,\" I said to myself as I began feeling the blood rush to my nether region.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMy phone went off as a text message came through. It was from Tammy. \n\n\"Jane told me about last night. I am glad you got over your fears.\" \n\n\"So am I.\" \n\n\"You're are still coming to the show tonight?\" \n\n\"Of course. I wouldn't miss it for anything.\" \n\n\"Good. Don't forget our deal.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Which one?\" \n\nThere was a pause as I tried to remember what deal we had made. The events of the last week had made everything blurry. \n\nThen she sent a video. As I played it, I saw a woman with her head hanging off the side of the bed as a male fucked her mouth hard. Saliva and drool dripped from her mouth as he pulled his long dick out. Tammy sent two more videos with nearly the same thing. All three were women getting their mouths fucked hard. \n\n\"Does that ring a bell?\" \n\n\"Yes. You still want that?\" \n\n\"Yes! Do you still want to fuck my large tits?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Definitely.\" \n\n\"Tonight then.\" \n\n\"What have you got yourself into?\" I asked myself as I put my phone down.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n### Characters:\n\n1. **Anakin Solo**:\n * Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n * Personality: Resourceful, determined, and somewhat inexperienced with speeders.\n * Special Abilities: Skilled in lightsaber combat and Force abilities.\n * Relationships: Nephew of Mara Jade, son of Han Solo and Leia Organa.\n\n2. **Mara Jade**:\n * Appearance: Described as a redhead, wearing skin-tight leather outfit, and having emerald eyes.\n * Personality: Confident, skilled in combat, and flirtatious.\n * Special Abilities: Skilled in blaster combat and Force abilities.\n * Relationships: Aunt of Anakin Solo, former Imperial agent.\n\n### Quirks and Traits:\n\n* **Impulsive Behavior**: Anakin tends to act without fully thinking things through, which sometimes leads to problems.\n* **Lack of Experience**: Anakin is relatively new to piloting speeders, leading to mistakes and difficulties.\n* **Force Sensitivity**: Both Anakin and Mara are sensitive to the Force, allowing them to perform impressive feats.\n* **Combat Skills**: Mara is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat and using blasters effectively.\n\n### Items and Weapons:\n\n1. **Lightsaber**: Used by Anakin for defense and offense.\n2. **Artefact (Holocron)**: A valuable item that Anakin retrieves, containing important information.\n3. **Amban Phase Rifle**: A modified rifle used by Mara for long-range attacks.\n4. **TIE Fighter**: The aircraft they hijack, providing temporary transportation.\n5. **Speeder**: A vehicle Mara borrows, which they use initially before hijacking the TIE fighter.\n\n### Lore, Rules, and Systems:\n\n* **The Force**: A metaphysical energy that binds the galaxy together, allowing certain individuals to perform extraordinary feats.\n* **Jedi and Sith**: Two opposing groups that wield the Force for different purposes. This is mentioned briefly in the context of Anakin's training at the Jedi Temple.\n* **Imperial Hideouts**: Secret locations where Imperial forces hide valuable assets like holocrons.\n* **Hyperspace**: A method of faster-than-light travel, which their current situation prevents them from utilizing due to the TIE fighter's limitations.\n\n### Universe/World-building Details:\n\n* **Galactic Politics**: The Empire controls most of the galaxy, while the Rebel Alliance fights against it. This is hinted at through the mention of Imperial hideouts and TIE fighters.\n* **Planetary Geography**: The planet they are on is characterized by its urban landscape, skyscrapers, and busy streets.\n* **Social Hierarchies**: The story touches upon the social status of characters, particularly Mara's background as an Imperial agent and her relationship with Anakin.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"He took a left!\" a stormtrooper cried out, directing the squad to the direction Anakin Solo had gone in, with the Jedi finding them right back on his trail.\n\nAnakin struggled to keep the ensuing chaos at bay, swinging his lightsaber around as he sprinted down the corridor, dodging any of the bolts that managed to avoid his parrying. He held the artefact under his arm, hugging it closely to prevent any stray blaster bolts from striking it. No matter how many sudden turns he took, how many attempts at unpredictability he made, the elite force kept up the pressure, hammering away with each salvo they unleashed.\n\n\"These guys really don't give up,\" Anakin muttered, flinging his body through any open door he could find, barely finding any respite when the red flashes of light lashed at him once more, carving chunks out of the the walls.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAnakin led them on a deliberately prolonged pursuit, occasionally lifting his wrist to check the time, grunting when he realised that he still had some time to go before his ride arrived. Before long, Anakin began seeing familiar areas of the floor, understanding that he had started quite literally running around in circles. He tried to use the loosened debris to his advantage, lifting and throwing each piece he could find back at his pursuers, only to watch them duck and roll.\n\nJust when he could feel his stamina beginning to struggle, chipped away by the energy he used up to defend himself in such close quarters, he heard the distinctive beeping coming from his timekeeper. Suddenly, Anakin moved with purpose, blasting through the walls, creating a shortcut that took him directly towards the agreed rendezvous point. It took a minute of decimation, but he soon arrived at the final stretch, staring at the massive pane of glass at the end of the corridor.\n\nLaunching into a swift sprint, Anakin raced along the corridor as fast as his tried legs would carry him, widening the gap between the stormtroopers and himself by a significant margin. Coming within range of the window, Anakin tightened his hand into a fist, throwing it out to send a blast powerful enough to dislodge the transparisteel from its frame. Anakin leapt through the gap landing on a steep incline, skidding down towards the massive city below.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAnakin placed his forearm against the glass sliding beneath him, using the leather of his jacket to provide enough friction to slow his rapid descent, ignoring the heat that came with the prolonged connection. Nearing the edge, allowing him to see the city streets below, Anakin panicked briefly. But the arrival of a cherry red hot-rod drained any sense of panic away instantly, especially when his eyes landed on the redhead sat in the pilot's seat. \n\nUsing a force blast to provide him with momentum, Anakin threw his body through the thin air of the skyscraper's highest levels, almost missing the speeder completely. But a gloved hand reached out, grabbing his tom tightly, hoisting him over the edge and into the safety of the speeder itself.\n\n\"You took you're time,\" Anakin gasped for air, settling into the passenger's seat, only to find himself being dragged and deposited into the driver's side instead. \"Mara? What are you doing? I can't fly this thing!\"\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Providing us with some cover, nephew,\" Mara winked, standing on the seat with a foot propped up on the side door, aiming her blaster towards the crack in the building, returning fire towards the stormtroopers, forcing them to take cover. \"Did you get the artefact?\"\n\n\"Huh?\" Anakin stared down at the console, taking a few moments to try and figure the controls out. He turned, finding the sight of his aunt providing covering fire, incapable of tearing his eyes away from her rear, encased by her skin tight leather outfit. \"Yeah, I found it in the Moff's office, looks like you were right about them collecting holocrons.\"\n\n\"You sound surprised,\" Mara commented, smirking when she successfully landed a shot on the squad's commander, sending him tumbling down to the incline. \"That's one of the benefits of having a former Imp for an aunt, I know my way around an Imperial hideout like the back of my hand.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yeah, and you sent me in to retrieve it instead,\" Anakin reached out and gave the steering column a delicate tug, underestimating the sensitivity of the controls, wincing when the speeder jerked to the right and came within inches of striking the building. \"Sorry. Sorry. I'm not used to speeders with this much power.\"\n\n\"Activate the limiter, it'll reduce the sensitivity of the responses,\" Mara moved her head with lightning quick speed, narrowly avoiding the red streak that soared towards her, making sure she didn't miss the one who had sent it. \"Just keep the repulsors balanced.\"\n\n\"Right,\" Anakin exhaled, wrapping his hands around both sides of the 'U' shaped wheel, relieved to find the response to be far more reasonable. \"I think I've gotten the hang of it.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Good,\" Mara turned her eyes towards a pair of skyscrapers that disappeared into the clouds, picking up on a frighteningly familiar screeching sound. Sure enough, a squadron of TIE fighters banked around the closest tower, flying at full speed once their intended target appeared on their multi-view screens. \"You might want to get this thing moving, we have company.\"\n\n\"I see 'em!\" Anakin waited for Mara to drop into her seat before hitting the accelerator, thrown back in his seat by the sheer force. \"By The Force! Where the hell did you find this thing, Mara?\"\n\n\"I borrowed it from one of the local clubs,\" Mara grinned deviously, twisting towards the rear seat to rummage around, again distracting Anakin with the sight of her leather clad body.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"And does the owner know you borrowed it?\"\n\n\"He didn't when I hotwired it, but he should by now.\"\n\nAnakin shifted the speeder from side to side, moving out of the way of the sickening green bolts that came their way. He avoided sustaining damage for only a short while, but it became virtually impossible when the TIEs broke formation and attempted to flank him, striking the body of the speeder repeatedly. The Jedi, pushed the nose down, regretting it when the g-force almost made him black out, levelling out with a hard pull of the steering column. \n\nUnfortunately, the manoeuvre had sent him into one of the brimming sky lanes, flying head-on in the wrong lane. Anakin only just avoided slamming into a fast approaching heavy hauler, scraping along the side of its trailer, brushing away a large amount of once gleaming red paint in the process. He weaved in and out of the traffic, using the Force to aid his pinpoint evasive manoeuvres. Despite the severe risk, the TIEs followed Anakin into the lane, firing without thought for the civilians, requiring Anakin to move into clear space before any innocents could come to hard.\n\n\"We're not going to make it far if we can't shake these things off,\" Anakin stated, crying out when a large chunk of metal plating was torn away by a successful hit, exposing the repulsor generator beneath. \"I hope you have something that can help us.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Do you believe I would risk an encounter with TIE fighters without bringing a means of dealing with them?\" Mara asked, returning from her search with an Amban phase rifle, one modified to suit her every long-range needs. \"Keep the speeder steady, I'll see what I can do.\"\n\nAnakin did as she requested, nervously stopping his weaving to keep the speeder moving in a near straight line, aware of just how easy a target he had become. Mara used her heeled boot to kick out the windscreen, allowing her to sit herself upon the dashboard, bringing the scope up to her emerald eye. She turned a pair of dials that were positioned mid-way along the scope, adjusting the settings of the rifle itself as she lined up the shot. Satisfied, Mara took the shot, right as the TIE trailing behind prepared to blast them out of the sky. A silver bolt flew out of the two-pronged barrel, striking one of the TIE's wing struts, gouging out a significant chunk. The level of wind resistance helped to finish the job, tearing the wing off completely, sending the TIE into a death spiral.\n\n\"That's one!\" Mara's red lips curled into a grin, moving the scope until the next TIE appeared between the crosshairs. \"Now for his friends.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMara held her breath, aiming directly for the TIE's fuselage, hitting it precisely. Flames poured from the TIE fighter, until it detonated into a rolling ball of flames. Aiming for the third and final pursuing TIE, Mara again lined up her shot, aiming for the center hexagonal window, licking her lips as she prepared to squeeze the trigger. But the TIE opened fire, hitting the speeder on its underside, rupturing the fluid links running towards the repulsors, which sent a gaseous blue cloud of smoke pouring in its wake.\n\n\"That's it, this thing's finished,\" Anakin exclaimed, feeling the controls beginning to slip away as the repulsors faltered, with every warning alarm blaring in unison. \"I'm gonna have to take us down, if we can make it that is.\"\n\nAnakin made a steep decent, holding the speeder at a diagonal angle as he sped towards the ground below, fighting to keep the controls stable. Mara slipped off the dashboard and sat in the footwell, failing as she tried to line up the last shot, unable to stop the TIE from peppering the ailing speeder with fire, melting and scorching the remaining metal panels. With the TIE moving in for the kill, Mara had to act, dropping her eyes to the console, smiling when she spotted something she believed was just the trick she needed.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Grab that handle,\" Mara pointed to a red handle beneath the dashboard on Anakin's side. Once he had his hand wrapped around it, she hovered a finger above a silver switch beside the gear lever. \"Same time. Three. Two. One. Now!\"\n\nThe buckled repulsor unit suddenly erupted, venting what liquid it still contained. Mara's plan worked amazingly well, sending a torrent of fuel splattering against the window of the TIE, covering it almost completely. With the speeder operating without power, it soon reached its terminal velocity, incapable of being pulled out of its death bound trajectory. Mara had her escape route locked with her gaze, climbing onto the back of her seat, wiggling her hips with feline anticipation.\n\n\"Stay put, I'll be back,\" Mara said, springing away from the speeder before Anakin had the chance to question what her plan was.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n### Characters:\n\n1. **Anakin Solo**:\n * Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n * Personality: Resourceful, determined, and somewhat inexperienced with speeders.\n * Special Abilities: Skilled in lightsaber combat and Force abilities.\n * Relationships: Nephew of Mara Jade, son of Han Solo and Leia Organa.\n\n2. **Mara Jade**:\n * Appearance: Described as a redhead, wearing skin-tight leather outfit, and having emerald eyes.\n * Personality: Confident, skilled in combat, and flirtatious.\n * Special Abilities: Skilled in blaster combat and Force abilities.\n * Relationships: Aunt of Anakin Solo, former Imperial agent.\n\n### Quirks and Traits:\n\n* **Impulsive Behavior**: Anakin tends to act without fully thinking things through, which sometimes leads to problems.\n* **Lack of Experience**: Anakin is relatively new to piloting speeders, leading to mistakes and difficulties.\n* **Force Sensitivity**: Both Anakin and Mara are sensitive to the Force, allowing them to perform impressive feats.\n* **Combat Skills**: Mara is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat and using blasters effectively.\n\n### Items and Weapons:\n\n1. **Lightsaber**: Used by Anakin for defense and offense.\n2. **Artefact (Holocron)**: A valuable item that Anakin retrieves, containing important information.\n3. **Amban Phase Rifle**: A modified rifle used by Mara for long-range attacks.\n4. **TIE Fighter**: The aircraft they hijack, providing temporary transportation.\n5. **Speeder**: A vehicle Mara borrows, which they use initially before hijacking the TIE fighter.\n\n### Lore, Rules, and Systems:\n\n* **The Force**: A metaphysical energy that binds the galaxy together, allowing certain individuals to perform extraordinary feats.\n* **Jedi and Sith**: Two opposing groups that wield the Force for different purposes. This is mentioned briefly in the context of Anakin's training at the Jedi Temple.\n* **Imperial Hideouts**: Secret locations where Imperial forces hide valuable assets like holocrons.\n* **Hyperspace**: A method of faster-than-light travel, which their current situation prevents them from utilizing due to the TIE fighter's limitations.\n\n### Universe/World-building Details:\n\n* **Galactic Politics**: The Empire controls most of the galaxy, while the Rebel Alliance fights against it. This is hinted at through the mention of Imperial hideouts and TIE fighters.\n* **Planetary Geography**: The planet they are on is characterized by its urban landscape, skyscrapers, and busy streets.\n* **Social Hierarchies**: The story touches upon the social status of characters, particularly Mara's background as an Imperial agent and her relationship with Anakin.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nUnable to do anything to alter the fate of the speeder, Anakin put his faith in his aunt. The wind whistled sharply in his ears as he turned in his seat, feeling moisture building in his eyes as the freezing air swept over his face. Squinting, he located the black and red blur of his aunt racing towards the weaving TIE fighter, landing squarely on the window, which she used to climb her way up to the hatch. Anakin watched as she unlocked the hatch, reaching in to yank the pilot out taking his place inside.\n\nThe newly liberated TIE moved swiftly towards him, moving so it was locked in a parallel descent. Mara pushed the engines to their limit to beat the speed of the speeder, until she could bring the open hatch in line with the shredded front end. Anakin didn't need to be told what to do, cautiously clambering onto the hood, moving against the force of the wind. Seeing the ground approaching at breakneck speed, Anakin grabbed the lip of the hatch and dragged himself with all his might, falling headfirst into the cockpit, holding onto the interior handrails to prevent himself from landing right on top of Mara.\n\n\"Now that we're all accounted for,\" Mara swept her hand up, using a Force pull to slam the hatch shut, ensuring the cockpit was properly sealed, decreasing the speed significantly.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe speeder continued its freefall, crashing down to the ground in an area fortunately devoid of any locals. Without an ounce of fuel left in it, the speeder simply shattered into a thousand pieces, leaving a crater where the main chunk of debris landed, scattering the smaller pieces across a large area. Not wanting to risk running into any other fighters that had likely been dispatched to seek them out, Mara pulled up and tilted the TIE skyward, speeding along until the blue sky faded into a blanket of darkness, bringing the fighter into the exosphere of the planet.\n\n\"There, I think we should be safe, for now,\" Mara shut down the engines, not wanting to push them even further than they had already been.\n\n\"Stuck in this thing? Yeah, real safe,\" Anakin grumbled, yelping when Mara raised herself out of the seat to let him drop into it, watching the redhead perch herself on the console.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"If we're lucky, they'll think that we crashed with the speeder. But given that these TIEs are built on the cheap, we don't have any means of making the jump to hyperspace, so we're stuck until we can hitch a ride,\" Mara said, moving her eyes down to Anakin with interest. \"Have you got the holocron?\"\n\n\"Yep, I just put it...\" Anakin patted his jacket, paling when he didn't feel the lump he was looking for. He patted himself down, worrying that he had lost it during their daring escape.\n\n\"Anakin,\" Mara lifted her legs, setting them down on either side of Anakin's, straddling him in the cramped space. His heavy blush turned to embarrassment when she reached behind him, lifting the artefact up for him to see. \"It dropped out when you fell into the seat. Look at that, perfectly in tact. I can see why Moff Arshan wanted this.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yeah...It's nice,\" Anakin responded weakly, trying to ignore just how much he relished the feeling of Mara's body pressing down on his, pushing him into the thin padding of the seat. \"I'm not sure it was worth all the fuss, especially since it managed to get us stuck inside of a TIE fighter.\"\n\n\"Don't worry, it was definitely worth it,\" Mara grinned, lifting up high enough to drop a hand into Anakin's lap, taking just a few seconds to undo his zip, giving the stunned Jedi an unsurprised look when his extremely hard cock sprang free. \"But if that isn't enough to convince you, then maybe I can rectify that.\"\n\n\"Mara? What-\"\n\n\"We're going to be stuck here for a while, why not make the best of it? Just give me a moment, this suit can be difficult to take off at the best of times,\" Mara separated an invisible seam, sighing lustfully when her warm sex was freed from its leather prison, hovering above Anakin's member.\n\n\"Wait! We couldn't possibly do this! What if someone sees?\" Anakin asked, hoping he could run out excuses, wanting nothing more than to let his aunt sink down.\n\n\"That's easily solved,\" Mara reached across to the instrument panel above, giving a green switch a flick, taking great joy from Anakin's surprise when the glass darkened, limiting the view to the outside by half. \"If you think that's impressive, then you should see the view from the outside. Completely black, no-one can see inside, it's a nifty little device that allows the TIEs to operate in areas with high intensity light. Now that we've cleared that problem up, is there anything else? Or would you like to get this cock stuffed inside me?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I think I've been convinced,\" Anakin nodded, trying to appear cocky as he planted his hands on Mara's ass, tempted to give it a light squeeze.\n\n\"You're as wise as your mother,\" Mara chuckled, shifting her weight, dropping down to plant her slit upon Anakin's crown. \"Hold on, I've been known to be very lively.\"\n\nMara pushed herself across the first inch, biting her lip with every inch that followed. The copious build up of pre-cum at Anakin's urethra hastened his entry, letting Mara sink quite rapidly, able to engulf his entire manhood less than a minute after starting, much to the delight of the Jedi who found himself sheathed in her warm depths. Growing accustomed to his size, Mara wasted no time moving her hips rhythmically, lifting and dropping into Anakin's lap sedately, accumulating speed with every full drop of her body.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"By the look on your face, I take it that you've changed your mind about whether the ordeal was worth it?\" Mara questioned, receiving her answer in the form of a guttural grunt from Anakin. \"I thought so. Try not to pass out, I want you to enjoy every bit of this.\"\n\nMara there herself at full force, grabbing onto the bucket seat to add to her momentum. She moved with enough speed to cause the TIE to rotate slightly, truly putting Anakin through his paces, only doing so under the belief that he could take it. Her confidence in him was rewarded when Anakin met her thrusts with his own, throwing his lower body away from the seat to clash with Mara's bucking body.\n\n\"Someone seems to have gotten a fair amount of practice,\" Mara moaned, sending her stunning red hair flying as she pounded against Anakin, feeding his cock into her velvety tunnel, contracting her walls to add further pressure to his already well stimulated cock. \"Have you been having fun at the Temple? Or did you spend some time with someone a little more mature? Was it Alema? Perhaps Winter?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Mom,\" Anakin confessed, gripping onto Mara's rear, squeezing the leather that stretched across it.\n\n\"Thought so. Leia has been insatiable for as long as I've known her, I've always theorized that you can pinpoint the origin of her nymphomania during her time at Jabba's Palace. Mmm, Jabba may have been a vile, gluttonous slug, but his harem was beyond anything I've ever experienced,\" Mara smirked coyly, rolling her hips, undulating until Anakin finally gave up trying to keep up. \"Your stamina still needs some improvement, nephew. Maybe if we can find the time, I can recruit Leia to help.\"\n\n\"I'm looking forward to it,\" Anakin grinned wearily, becoming aware of the surge rushing to his manhood. \"I'm not going to last much longer, Mara.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Cum inside, you know you want to. Mmm, your balls deep, Anakin, it will feel so good to explode inside me,\" Mara replied, dropping herself into Anakin's lap one last time, timing it perfectly. With a roar that filled the small compartment, Anakin sent his frothy sperm spewing deeply into Mara's pussy, squirting out every drop he had contained in his testicles. He collapsed back, feeling Mara grinding her thighs around his legs, squeezing out the final drops. \"There, wasn't that good? Do you still think that the mission wasn't worth it?\"\n\n\"That depends,\" Anakin replied with a cheeky grin.\n\n\"Oh? Depends on what?\" Mara shared the grin, moaning as his warm seed swished around inside her.\n\n\"How long do we have until we're picked up?\"\n\n\"A few hours. More if I delay sending out the distress signal,\" Mara lifted her arms, dragging her plain white crop top away from her body, freeing her breasts for Anakin to drool at. \"If that didn't convince you, then I have quite enough time to change your mind.\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Nazarie (The Viera):**\n\t* Appearance: Nazarie is described as a viera with fuzzy ears, violet eyes, and a curvaceous figure.\n\t* Personality: She's ditzy, playful, and enjoys attention. However, she can also be shy and intimidated by larger males.\n\t* Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n\t* Relationships:\n\t\t+ Raging Moose (Roegadyn): He's a friendly coworker who often teases her but has earned her respect.\n\t\t+ Baderon (Elezen Bartender): He's kind and protective of Nazarie, punching Steve for harassing her.\n2. **Raging Moose (Roegadyn):**\n\t* Appearance: He's a roegadyn with a scarred face and impressive stature.\n\t* Personality: Friendly, teasing, and considerate.\n\t* Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n3. **Baderon (Elezen Bartender):**\n\t* Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n\t* Personality: Kind, protective, and rough-around-the-edges.\n\t* Special Abilities: Physical strength (punches Steve).\n4. **Steve (Male Elezen):**\n\t* Appearance: Dirty, portly, and reeks of confidence and moldy cheese.\n\t* Personality: Creepy, confident, and aggressive.\n5. **Captain (Roegadyn):**\n\t* Appearance: Large, muscular, and charming.\n\t* Personality: Confident, dominant, and somewhat cruel.\n6. **Hyur Male:**\n\t* Appearance: Decent girth and length, shorter than Nazarie.\n\t* Personality: Aggressive, enthusiastic, and possibly sadistic.\n7. **Au Ra Male:**\n\t* Appearance: Average size, tall, and infatuated with Nazarie's body.\n\t* Personality: Possibly impatient, eager to join the group.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Viera Physiology:** Vieras are described as having an intense heat within them, leading to cycles where they become receptive to breeding.\n2. **Nazarie's Masochism:** Despite being abused and used, Nazarie seems to enjoy the experience, displaying masochistic tendencies.\n3. **Group Sex:** The story features group sex scenes, with multiple men taking turns with Nazarie.\n4. **Condom Use:** While not always consistent, condoms are used throughout the story to prevent pregnancy.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Ale Mugs:** Used by Baderon to serve drinks.\n2. **Rum Bottle:** Passed to Nazarie during the party scene.\n3. **Condoms:** Used by various characters to protect against pregnancy.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Eorzea Setting:** The story takes place in Eorzea, a world inspired by Final Fantasy XIV.\n2. **Viera Biology:** Vieras are depicted as having a unique physiology, including intense heat and receptiveness to breeding.\n3. **Social Hierarchy:** The story touches on social hierarchies, with larger males like Raging Moose and the Captain holding power.\n4. **Safety Precautions:** Condoms are used to prevent pregnancy, highlighting the importance of safety precautions in this world.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** Limsa is a location within Eorzea, featuring docks and a tavern called the \"Drowning Wench.\"\n2. **Politics:** Social hierarchies and power dynamics are present, with larger males holding sway.\n3. **Culture:** The story showcases a culture where group sex is common, and individuals are willing to engage in such activities without hesitation.\n4. **Law and Order:** There is no explicit mention of laws or law enforcement in the story, suggesting a relatively lax environment.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Hey, princess!\"\n\nA viera looked up from her task of stacking crates to look over her shoulder, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. A roegadyn had called out to her in his approach, each thud of his boots against the wooden platform causing the docks to creak beneath his heavy frame. He towered over her with his impressively massive stature, her ears only coming to just surpass the chin of his scarred face, the man gazing down over the buxom girl with a smug, toothy grin.\n\n\"Eighteen bir'day, eh princess?\" He asked with a chortle, repeating his nickname. Her violet eyes met his own eager gaze, staring back somewhat blankly.\n\n\"Mhm!\" She nodded, those long, fuzzy ears bobbing slightly with motion.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"'appy bir'day, den,\" he chuckled, his grin widening as he raised a hand and began to extend it towards her. The world around that gesture had begun to slow to a halt as she watched with a worried expression across her delicate visage. She took a step back, starting to raise her hands to shield herself.\n\n\"H-... Hey!\" She stammered, waving him off. Despite her resistance, he did not falter. His palm found its mark - his large, calloused fingers brushing through the soft, white locks of the top of her head. She whined softly, rolling her eyes and letting a sigh escape her lips. \"Do you always need to do this?! Nn... Ugh,\" she groaned quietly, her ears twitching. Despite her frown there was a clear disparity in her body language and attitude, eyelids fluttering slightly. It was clear she enjoyed this treatment more than she wanted to let on.\n\n\"Hehehe!\" He laughed like a giddy schoolboy, now assigning both hands to the task of rubbing those coveted viera ears, enjoying this bout of teasing. \"Alright, thas enough den,\" he conceded after he'd had his fill of her flustered expression, crossing his arms over his broad chest. \"Anyway, jus' came by to give you the rest of the day off. You shouldn' be working yer ass off luggin' cargo around on yer bir'day of all days, princess. Go ahead and have some fun, me an' the boys'll cover yer workload.\" A warm offer backed by a genuine grin, though hardly a minute had gone by before he'd begun to reach for her once more. She leaped back, away from his clear intent.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Th-... Thank you, Raging Moose!\" She nodded to him with a forced laugh, one hand defensively brushing through her purple bangs and flatting her tussled locks. He was a nice enough guy despite being overbearing at times like these, but the size discrepancy made it hard for her to be comfortable around him. It was something of a prejudice she'd developed against roes in particular since she'd come to Limsa, many of the males especially not hesitating to use their size advantage to pick on her. This co-worker of hers was changing that, a little at a time, but it still made her wary when he was around.\n\n\"Ahah, jus' messin' with ye',\" he remarked, putting his hands back at his sides. \"Enjoy your night, Nazarie. And if you ever need anything, remember that you can always come hollering for me, alright?\" He hardly waited for her to do anything but nod, the viera named Nazarie seemingly a bit stunned to as he turned and walked away. He'd never called her by her name before, usually sticking to his embarrassing nickname of \"princess\". That'd been his go-to ever since she'd sought employment on the docks. All it had taken was one look at her frilly dress and heels for him to peg her for exactly what she had been - a spoiled rich girl. That wasn't totally the case any longer, handling herself and her work without complaint these days, though she was still far from the best worker.\n\nStill, a genuine smile formed across her glossy, purple lips as she turned to head home. Had she finally earned some respect? Today was already looking up for her!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe rest of her day was uneventful. She had all this time to herself, yet no real friends to visit or plans to attend to. All her family was back in Ul'dah, having left them behind two years ago on this very day. An anniversary as well as her birthday, of the day she'd run away from a life of nobility in hopes of finding adventure. Some days she missed having her every whim catered to, but she was proud of how much she'd matured on her path to adulthood and independence.\n\nEvening rolled around, having spent her entire day lounging around in the bed of her inn room. Cheap, yet still rather comfortable living quarters situated above the \"Drowning Wench\" - a crudely named tavern whose owner had been kind enough to make semi-permanent arrangements with her for discounted rent. The staff had been surprisingly generous to her despite their rather rugged appearances, which she was thankful for. Fighting for housing in this economy was harsh, and she didn't quite have the gil in her pocket to even dream of setting herself up with an apartment.\n\nCramped and dingy or not, it was home. Still, though, she couldn't simply spend her whole birthday reading in bed. She climbed out of the warmth of the sheets and peeled off her clothes, bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor as her curvaceous figure was stripped of its minimal coverage. Bronzed flesh jiggled with the sway of broad hips, approaching the dresser while removing her top in a clumsy fashion and tossing it carelessly aside. Keeping her room clean was something she still hadn't totally adjusted to, in a past life any garments strewn about would find their way miraculously folded and cleaned by the time she'd gotten back from wherever her wandering took her. That was a matter she'd tend to... Later.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nJust as soon as her buxom figure was bared to the private world of her chambers, it was hidden away again. Her generously sized breasts were tucked away beneath a white tee, which didn't quite cover all of her toned tummy nor did it hide her navel to what was sure to be the joy of many, and shorts that were of matching pure white color. A purple over-shirt loosely hanging from her shoulders was casual, but effective, flowing slightly as the clicks of her heeled feet made their way down towards the tavern's main room.\n\nFew drunkards looked up at her arrival amidst the bustle of the crowd, mostly settling their gawking eyes on her display of cleavage or the showcase of those long, smooth legs and plump thighs that her wonderfully short shorts failed to hide. She always enjoyed the attention, though, to some degree. Even if only subconsciously. She actively chose to dress like this, to show off as much of her smooth, flawless skin as possible. Not that vieras had ever been a particularly shameless people, with how risque their tribal gear tended to be. She didn't bat an eye at those looks as she took a seat at the bar, only to be rather immediately surprised when a drink was placed before her.\n\n\"...Ale?\" she blurted out, peering at the sides of the mug with a crook of the neck. She was visibly befuddled, her gaze darting back up to Baderon. The usual bartender, who typically kept an eye out for her. A kind soul, though a bit rough around the edges. She nodded thanks and took a sip, a bit shocked that it was actual, real ale. He'd always been a hard ass about not giving liquor to minors, in spite of her pleas.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"On the house tonight. Enjoy, girlie,\" he chuckled, patting the counter. \"You're old enough now, only fair.\" He smirked, before turning his attention to another patron. Brief as always, leaving Nazarie alone with her drink. Which, of course, began to rapidly disappear, wasting no time in hammering it down in practically comical display. She was interrupted about halfway to the bottom of the glass by a stench, one strong enough to make her sputter mid-gulp and set the drink aside to search for the nearby source. It was, immediately noticeably, a male elezen. A bowling hat and dirty overcoat suggested that he was either homeless, or merely had no real regard for his own appearance and how those around him perceived him. Clearly, he was no adventurer either, a bit portly around the stomach region. She barely opened her mouth before he cut her off.\n\n\"'ello, m'maiden,\" he greeted with a smug grin, eyes half-lidded. He reeked of confidence and moldy cheese. \"Wouldst thou perchance likest to go questing with thine self, my fair maiden?\" He humbly requested, leaning in and placing a hand boldly on her wrist. She snapped her arm back, away from his touch. She needed a hot bath.\n\n\"Uhm...\" she blinked, a forced smile across her purple lips. She was wide-eyed, petrified. It was like watching a stag caught dead-center underneath an incoming meteor as it hurtled towards her at top velocity. The impact probably would've been desired, however, if it meant sparing her this awkward situation. \"A... Quest?\" she asked, a nervous giggle escaping as she tried her hardest to be nice. She believed that one should never judge by appearances, but by scent was definitely a metric that could've potentially been followed here. Especially for her pitifully sensitive sense of smell.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Nazarie (The Viera):**\n\t* Appearance: Nazarie is described as a viera with fuzzy ears, violet eyes, and a curvaceous figure.\n\t* Personality: She's ditzy, playful, and enjoys attention. However, she can also be shy and intimidated by larger males.\n\t* Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n\t* Relationships:\n\t\t+ Raging Moose (Roegadyn): He's a friendly coworker who often teases her but has earned her respect.\n\t\t+ Baderon (Elezen Bartender): He's kind and protective of Nazarie, punching Steve for harassing her.\n2. **Raging Moose (Roegadyn):**\n\t* Appearance: He's a roegadyn with a scarred face and impressive stature.\n\t* Personality: Friendly, teasing, and considerate.\n\t* Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n3. **Baderon (Elezen Bartender):**\n\t* Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n\t* Personality: Kind, protective, and rough-around-the-edges.\n\t* Special Abilities: Physical strength (punches Steve).\n4. **Steve (Male Elezen):**\n\t* Appearance: Dirty, portly, and reeks of confidence and moldy cheese.\n\t* Personality: Creepy, confident, and aggressive.\n5. **Captain (Roegadyn):**\n\t* Appearance: Large, muscular, and charming.\n\t* Personality: Confident, dominant, and somewhat cruel.\n6. **Hyur Male:**\n\t* Appearance: Decent girth and length, shorter than Nazarie.\n\t* Personality: Aggressive, enthusiastic, and possibly sadistic.\n7. **Au Ra Male:**\n\t* Appearance: Average size, tall, and infatuated with Nazarie's body.\n\t* Personality: Possibly impatient, eager to join the group.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Viera Physiology:** Vieras are described as having an intense heat within them, leading to cycles where they become receptive to breeding.\n2. **Nazarie's Masochism:** Despite being abused and used, Nazarie seems to enjoy the experience, displaying masochistic tendencies.\n3. **Group Sex:** The story features group sex scenes, with multiple men taking turns with Nazarie.\n4. **Condom Use:** While not always consistent, condoms are used throughout the story to prevent pregnancy.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Ale Mugs:** Used by Baderon to serve drinks.\n2. **Rum Bottle:** Passed to Nazarie during the party scene.\n3. **Condoms:** Used by various characters to protect against pregnancy.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Eorzea Setting:** The story takes place in Eorzea, a world inspired by Final Fantasy XIV.\n2. **Viera Biology:** Vieras are depicted as having a unique physiology, including intense heat and receptiveness to breeding.\n3. **Social Hierarchy:** The story touches on social hierarchies, with larger males like Raging Moose and the Captain holding power.\n4. **Safety Precautions:** Condoms are used to prevent pregnancy, highlighting the importance of safety precautions in this world.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** Limsa is a location within Eorzea, featuring docks and a tavern called the \"Drowning Wench.\"\n2. **Politics:** Social hierarchies and power dynamics are present, with larger males holding sway.\n3. **Culture:** The story showcases a culture where group sex is common, and individuals are willing to engage in such activities without hesitation.\n4. **Law and Order:** There is no explicit mention of laws or law enforcement in the story, suggesting a relatively lax environment.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yes!\" He exclaimed, an eager nod following. His breathing quickened, looming over her and licking his lips like a wolf. \"If... Thy would permit me...\" he was even starting to rasp, rather noticeably, as his chest heaved and heart pounded. Sweat visibly beaded down his forehead, towards his almost-unibrow. \"Hhh... Yourself and I could, perhaps, make our ways to the nearest alleyway, if you would perchance be interested... There, we could - hhh... Ah! Embark on a journey!\" She shrank back a little, trying to escape his hot and heavy breathing. He reached out and grabbed her gently by the wrist, but began to squeeze as she tried to pull away. \"Ahh... B...Beg my intrusion, m'maiden, but I had overheard it was thy birthday! And I wouldst love to properly welcome thou into adulthood, if you wouldst-\"\n\nW H A M.\n\nA fist came hurtling over the counter. His cheek molded to the hardened knuckles of a larger man's fist, a tooth and a splatter of blood flung from his busted lip. He staggered off of the stool and flat onto the ground, giving Nazarie the chance to yank her arm free before her took her down with him. He collapsed onto the floor, Nazarie looking up to see Baderon shaking out his hand after clocking the predator with such frightening strength.\n\n\"Get the fuck out of here, Steve,\" he huffed, before spitting with rather impressive aim and power. A wet loogie arching over the counter and landing on the elezen's dirty jacket. It took \"Steve\" a second to stand up, wobbling a bit to catch his balance before dragging himself off. A groan trailed into the crowd, with a yelp shortly following. There were a few guffaws of some of the tougher men in the crowd, likely deciding to bully the poor whelp. Nazarie averted her gaze and finished her drink. She'd been... Protected. Baderon went back about his business without a second thought, pouring another glass for the girl, leaving her far more downcast than initially. Even with proper, clean air to breath, her mood had been put off for the remainder of the night.\n\nNot because of the creep, but rather because the liquor had her thinking. About how she still needed defending. It'd been two years since she struck out on her own to learn how to hold her own and care for herself, and here she was too scared to tell a random, disgusting weirdo to fuck off. She had to let the bartender punch him senseless, all because she couldn't muster up one simple word to reject his advances. A second glass of ale was downed, followed by a third, and soon she found her vision blurring as she climbed out of her seat and out to take a walk without a word. She needed to clear her head, escaping into the moonlit streets of Limsa.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIt was still as busy as ever, though the crowds were far more sparse at this hour. There were less honest sailors and traders up and about, or at least the ones who weren't suicidal, their population replaced by would-be pirates and slippery rogues making secretive transactions. She didn't have to worry though, even being a lone female stumbling drunkenly about, she kept her head down and her hands in her pockets. At least, she would've if she had pockets. Eventually she found her way to the docks without trouble, gazing over the sea at the moon. She didn't often come out here at night, it was far too dangerous for her liking. Yet, it was so... Pretty. The way the stars glistened above the sea, the horizon fading into the black sky in the far distance. It was breathtaking!\n\nThe only thing obscuring her vision was the big, bulky ship that took up half of the view. It was docked, a ramp leading down to a lit lantern where what appeared to be its crew were presently hanging around. They weren't far off, near enough that she could hear their roaring laughter and jolly chitchat faintly. The swig of a bottle, too. She'd only begun to walk past their little party before one of them called out to her, several heads turning to scope out the catch.\n\n\"Hey, girlie!\" A larger male had waved to her. She glanced over, the clacking of her heels stopping atop the wooden platform to gaze back. She pointed at herself without a word and arched a brow. He nodded and beckoned her over. \"C'mere!\" he chortled. She obliged, perhaps foolishly, making her way towards the crowding of males of varying shapes and sizes. \"Yer a pretty thing, aren't ye'?\" he toothily chuckled. Quite larger than her, being a roegadyn, he bent forward slightly to meet her eye-level.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Well, I like to think so,\" she giggled in return, a faint blush across her cheeks. She could feel all of their beady eyes on her, examining every inch of her barely-covered figure. Her body felt hot - with embarrassment partly, though the liquor contributed. \"You- uh - need... Something?\" She asked, gazing back at him with an unwavering stare. It was clear that she was already intoxicated from the way she slightly slurred in of itself, not to mention the slight sway of her body every now and again.\n\n\"We're 'avin' a party, and thought ye' might wanta join,\" he chortled, reaching out and patting her on the arm. The other hand produced a bottle of rum, handing it to her. Her look shifted to the half-full container, the slender neck gingerly gripped in his large hand. She contemplated this for a second before taking it from him.\n\n\"A... Another drink? I don't know...\" she trailed off. The group were looming in around her, as if judging her. Egging her silently on, holding their breath in anticipation. The man before her, presumably the captain, still had that somewhat aggressive grin plastered across shis face.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Aw, c'mon sweetie,\" he gruffly pleaded with her, gently shaking her arm. \"Live a little!\" Some of the men grumbled their agreement with the sentiment. \"Ye' only live once, eh?\" He raised a brow. Something about his expression was oddly charming, she found her defenses dropping rapidly.\n\n\"Er... If you insist. Alright. Yeah, sure!\" She boldly declared, nodding with each word and gradually increasing in confidence as she spoke. Something in her was defying what she ought to do. To politely decline and continue about her night. Perhaps she wanted adventure. She wanted to do something new. The crowd cheered, and something like excitement coursed through her veins. \"Fuck it!\" she cheered with them, taking a deep swig from the bottle. She knew the type of men these guys were, they were harmless! These sorts just liked having a good time!\n\nWhat happened after that was a bit of a blur. A lot of singing, she remembered. They taught her some songs, a bit of dancing. Some grabbing... Then she blacked out, for the most part. Hours later, she came to, feeling a breeze against her nude body. Shadows hung over her. She formed a fist with one hand and rubbed her eyes, the other grazing her fingers over her bare stomach and chest. Sprawling out, she yawned, limbs reaching for the corners of an unfamiliar and somewhat scratchy bedspread.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"So, who goes first?\" An unknown voice called out. She could feel someone heavy climbing onto the foot of the bed. She was grabbed by the ankles, those thick thighs of hers parted wide open. \"Of course I go first, dolt,\" a more familiar pitch called out. Nazarie blinked awake, slowly creaking open her eyelids before they jolted the rest of the way. She stared down at the captain on his knees, towering over her while knelt over her. His pants were off, that thick, impressively large cock jutting out at full-mast. He gazed down at her, grinning. \"Evenin', sweets,\" he greeted, placing that vascular length against her pussy, the underside grinding against her slit. She felt hot, squirming underneath him. Her legs were held in place, his hands strongly gripping her ankles like she were a toy.\n\n\"He-hey!? What's going on?!\" she called out, spreading her hands and waving furiously at him, trying to stop him. He aligned the meaty tip of his manhood with her tight, pink cunt, stopping just before penetrating her with the crown of that raw cock. She could feel it throbbing against her, aching to ravage her walls with its frightening size! She fumbled with her words as he paused and looked down over her. In truth, her body craved it. She wasn't familiar with this burning sensation in her crotch, but... It was powerful. It made her body feel useless, as if her entire being was dreading the fact that she'd just put a stop to his fun.\n\n\"What, sweets? You asked for this, did ye' not?\" he grumpily remarked, grasping his girth by its hilt and starting to stroke it slowly. He rubbed the tip back and forth over the length of the entrance to her folds, a gentle 'squish' to it. She was already soaked, a puddle between her legs. \"Ye' practically begged for us...\" he chuckled lowly, the men agreeing around him. She glanced up, acknowledging the crowd. There were six or seven of them, all of them similarly with their cocks out and in-hand. All of them slowly working themselves to this scene. She swallowed hard, face a vivid red now.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I- Uh...\" she wasn't sure if that was the truth or not. In earnest she barely remembered a thing. She vaguely had recollection of that intense heat earlier, not unlike what she felt now. The way she could feel her heart throbbing in her chest, craving for her body to just be... Used. It was odd, an awful sensation that could surely be cured by him jamming that gut-puncher straight into her cervix. \"Wanted to ask you to... Use a condom-?\" she stammered softly, getting the feeling that there wasn't much of a way to talk her way out of the situation now. Not when she felt her body locking up, her legs trembling. There was a tense pause, before they all burst out in laughter.\n\n\"Aye, aye,\" he nodded. Someone tossed him a pack, letting it unfurl. There were at least eighteen there, of varying colors! \"We'll go through this whole pack before the night's up, don't ye worry,\" he reassured her. He tore the top one off and bit the packaging precariously open, rolling the rubber sleeve over his meaty prick and properly protecting his package in a rather gentlemanly practice of safe sex. Those strong hands returned to their claim on her ankles after, splitting her open like a broad V and readying his hips over her. She was tucked underneath him, legs starting to get pushed back as he slowly lowered his pelvis into her groin. The tip began to split open her tight, wet slit, immediately met with a high-pitched groan from the viera.\n\n\"Oh... Fuuuck...\" She softly panted, already rolling her eyes back. He was so damned dense, that turgid length far thicker than any toy she'd experimented with before. Not to mention, it was real. A real, and really huge cock inserting itself into her cunt, helplessly pinned underneath it. She was already clenching around it, gripping that rubber-clad girth with a desperate tightness. He struggled to push deeper than just that plump head, grunting as he rocked his sturdy, powerful hips back and forth. Trying his hardest to jackhammer himself into her hole, the lubrication of her juices rather conveniently helping him along in reaming out those vice-like walls. Inch after inch began to disappear beyond those lips, a satisfying squelch audible with his progress, her violet eyes fixated on their point of union with clear lust forming in her foggy gaze.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Nazarie (The Viera):**\n\t* Appearance: Nazarie is described as a viera with fuzzy ears, violet eyes, and a curvaceous figure.\n\t* Personality: She's ditzy, playful, and enjoys attention. However, she can also be shy and intimidated by larger males.\n\t* Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n\t* Relationships:\n\t\t+ Raging Moose (Roegadyn): He's a friendly coworker who often teases her but has earned her respect.\n\t\t+ Baderon (Elezen Bartender): He's kind and protective of Nazarie, punching Steve for harassing her.\n2. **Raging Moose (Roegadyn):**\n\t* Appearance: He's a roegadyn with a scarred face and impressive stature.\n\t* Personality: Friendly, teasing, and considerate.\n\t* Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n3. **Baderon (Elezen Bartender):**\n\t* Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n\t* Personality: Kind, protective, and rough-around-the-edges.\n\t* Special Abilities: Physical strength (punches Steve).\n4. **Steve (Male Elezen):**\n\t* Appearance: Dirty, portly, and reeks of confidence and moldy cheese.\n\t* Personality: Creepy, confident, and aggressive.\n5. **Captain (Roegadyn):**\n\t* Appearance: Large, muscular, and charming.\n\t* Personality: Confident, dominant, and somewhat cruel.\n6. **Hyur Male:**\n\t* Appearance: Decent girth and length, shorter than Nazarie.\n\t* Personality: Aggressive, enthusiastic, and possibly sadistic.\n7. **Au Ra Male:**\n\t* Appearance: Average size, tall, and infatuated with Nazarie's body.\n\t* Personality: Possibly impatient, eager to join the group.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Viera Physiology:** Vieras are described as having an intense heat within them, leading to cycles where they become receptive to breeding.\n2. **Nazarie's Masochism:** Despite being abused and used, Nazarie seems to enjoy the experience, displaying masochistic tendencies.\n3. **Group Sex:** The story features group sex scenes, with multiple men taking turns with Nazarie.\n4. **Condom Use:** While not always consistent, condoms are used throughout the story to prevent pregnancy.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Ale Mugs:** Used by Baderon to serve drinks.\n2. **Rum Bottle:** Passed to Nazarie during the party scene.\n3. **Condoms:** Used by various characters to protect against pregnancy.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Eorzea Setting:** The story takes place in Eorzea, a world inspired by Final Fantasy XIV.\n2. **Viera Biology:** Vieras are depicted as having a unique physiology, including intense heat and receptiveness to breeding.\n3. **Social Hierarchy:** The story touches on social hierarchies, with larger males like Raging Moose and the Captain holding power.\n4. **Safety Precautions:** Condoms are used to prevent pregnancy, highlighting the importance of safety precautions in this world.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** Limsa is a location within Eorzea, featuring docks and a tavern called the \"Drowning Wench.\"\n2. **Politics:** Social hierarchies and power dynamics are present, with larger males holding sway.\n3. **Culture:** The story showcases a culture where group sex is common, and individuals are willing to engage in such activities without hesitation.\n4. **Law and Order:** There is no explicit mention of laws or law enforcement in the story, suggesting a relatively lax environment.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWhat was this feeling? A sexual awakening for a viera? The birthing of the notorious heat her species had within her? Those cycles that reduced those fuzzy-eared amazonian women into cock-sleeves for a hung stud for what seemed like two weeks out of every month? The internal, primal craving to be bred and transformed into a mother in order to fulfill a matron's role in life? A deep, insatiable craving for hours of non-stop womb-stuffings? Her head was swimming with such depraved thoughts suddenly. Had she truly begged them here? If all of that was true, it made began to make sense in a way, though their seedy grins suggested that they'd always planned to get her blackout drunk and drag her back.\n\nPerhaps they were using each other in this scenario, but boy did this feel good. They'd hardly started and yet just those few inches trying to shove their way deeper into her near-virgin twat were scraping her in a way that made her loins scream. Her spine quivered, panting and moaning as it were without any real force yet being applied. A few odd glances were thrown her way, perhaps shocked at how eagerly she was taking just the first of surely many insertions to come, but it only made the hands of those spectators work faster. Their captain would have his way first with the drunken viera though, as he probably did with any woman they brought on in this manner.\n\n\"Aye, yer really gettin' into this, huh lass? I'm not even halfway to the balls yet!\" He guffawed, licking his lips as he pressed forward. His far larger frame towered over her, pushing her into something akin to a mating press, hiking his knees up on the mattress as he continued to slam down on her. The bed beneath them rocked and creaked as he properly mounted the tipsy fuck-bunny, his pelvis above her spread thighs and moving skillfully into her own at a downward angle.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHis own parted legs gave the audience a delicious view of those bronzed, wobbly mounds of ass-meat beneath his thrusting package. That pale-skinned shaft penetrating those pink lips and stretching them around his manhood without mercy, that cock-flesh shining with her juices as he drew back for another buck into her honeypot. She was squealing with delight, like a true inexperienced dame. Hell, he was hung enough that even a veteran in sex might struggle to keep up, and no slouch in the way he moved his hips either. Perhaps this really was a regular occasion for this crew, his groin stirring and rotating with each pump, properly mashing up her insides and rearranging them to suit the size of his shaft. A finesse to the way he worked himself into her that had her body aching and burning, though perhaps his size was being mistaken for technical ability in her lust-addled and drunken mind. The feeling only grew more intense with each of his movements, especially when she felt it - the sensation of those heavy, cum-laden balls of his smacking against her drooling lips.\n\n\"Hahhh! So deeeep!\" she slurred out. Her eyes fluttered shut, nails gripping the sheets for dear life. The crowd murmured in approval to her reaction, appreciating how into it the viera damsel was despite her questionable state of mind. She could do nothing but holler and whimper in pleasure as she took his full, massive size, trapped beneath the weight of a masculine figure twice her size and held fast by the undersides of her knees. Calves helplessly dangled in the air, feet above her head and over his shoulders, the male leering down at her with a lusting gaze of his own. It was impossible to process it all, especially as those thrusts grew heavier. He grew even more restless, as if he were aiming to hammer her imprint into the mattress - to permanently etch the shape of her wobbly, bouncing cheeks into the bed she was pressed against. Rather unceremoniously, he threw his head back with the spasms of his shaft.\n\n\"Gah! I'm cumming, you whore!\" he crassly cursed. That already pulsating length seemed to swell larger inside of her grip, that condom expanding within her clasping insides. It was hot, even through the material of the condom he thankfully wore, and undoubtedly plentiful in quantity. It felt heavy, almost excessively so, proportionate to the size and weight of his shaft it could be assumed. He held her there in that perverse hold for several long seconds, feeling far too long to possibly be mere seconds, before dragging himself out from her cunt with an intact condom sliding slowly off of his slick shaft. He sat back and removed it, before casually just tossing the cum-stuffed latex onto her stomach and letting it ooze and smear warm, sticky seed over her bronzed skin. Her legs flopped back onto the bed in a neutral position, leaving her panting and dripping sweat down her heaving bosom. She'd came at some point too, she was sure, if not multiple times, finally given a breather for a few moments. Albeit brief, as the bed began to creak at her feet once more.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Me next!\" This one was more of a runt compared to his boss, a hyur male with a decent girth and length despite being shorter than she was. He didn't appear to let the slight height different dissuade him from attempting to conquer her buxom figure, however, immediately moving between her thighs and straddling one of those supple, smooth legs. Her other was easily lifted over his shoulder, rotating her so that she was laid mostly on her side at a somewhat awkward angle. He aligned his tip with her slit, condom already applied to her relief, and wasted no time in penetrating. There was no fanfare, no pause to attain her consent, they were just helping themselves to her body at this point. Was she going to have to go through them all one by one? She began to ponder this, but her mind quickly began to fade back to a blank state of bliss. That smaller, yet still impressive girth stretching her out anew.\n\nHer eyes widened and she let out a crude moan that caused a small uproar among the crowd once more, enjoying the sounds the slutty bunny had been making thus far. Her lust-stricken gaze met the nearest bystander, a furiously jerking Au Ra of a more average size despite his taller stature. He was infatuated with the sight of her bouncing bosom, this much was obvious alone from his unbreaking gaze at her chest. Those pillowy jugs rippling and leaping each time the male between her legs slammed into her at this odd angle, managing to slam into her cervix just as well with the curve of his length and this newly explored position, with him eagerly hunched over her spread thigh and clutching her leg for dear life! Not to mention the way her rutted at her like he were the viera in this position, as if racing to the finish. It only caused those tanned orbs to bounce faster, such flawless skin glistening with the sheen of her sweat. Perhaps the Au Ra had been waiting his turn, but something made him approach the bed with cock in hand.\n\n\"Gah, I'm not waiting any longer! She's got more than jus' one hole!\" he announced before shoving that slender shaft in her face. On closer inspection it had a decent, enjoyable length to it despite not measuring up in thickness. He prodded it to her purple-colored lips, smearing pre-cum carelessly as he tapped against the entrance to her mouth. Already slightly parted, her tongue darted out, lapping it up. It tasted... Good. A bit like the stuff could get her drunk on its own merit, which only made her all the more eager to open wide and accept his offering. One of his hands grasped her by the ears, holding her head steady, while the other guided his shaft past those glossy cock-suckers and into her mouth. She sealed around it and began to suckle on that leaking tip, eyes closing in an effort to focus on this new task. Her moans were muffled by this new obstruction, but still rumbled up from her throat with each slap of the hyur's hips into her doughy cheeks from below, those audible grunts and whimpers making the Au Ra's prick tingle with the vibrations.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHis hips too began to move. Not as fast as the hyur's, who was fuck-drunk and determined to pound the shape of his shaft into her pussy's walls until they were both red at the crotch and sore the next morning, but he clearly had no qualms with gagging her on his manhood. The drooling tip of his coating her tongue with its secreting pre-cum while moving to penetrate her throat. Inch after inch sliding between those slurping lips of hers, groaning under his breath at the sensation of that wet warmth. She gagged as he pushed four of his inches between her lips, but pressed on, thrusting against her dazed face while his hand roamed to her bosom. His firm fingers found her rack and gave it a harsh squeeze, pinching one of those pink teats between his index and middle digits, tweaking and slightly rolling it while kneading the ample flesh.\n\n\"I never knew viera were such - gh - greedy sluts! She's gripping me like she'll die without it!\" The hyur proclaimed, to which a few men clamored eagerly at the prospect of their own turns. He appeared to be close, speaking of which, doubling down on his already perverse, overly enthusiastic pacing. There was noticeably less care behind his wayward thrusts than the captain's, she began to acknowledge, but it was hard to care whenever he too was big enough to rub her insides in such a way that jostled her mind loose a little more with each buck of the hips. Her mind was functionally empty, only able to evoke depraved, horny thoughts of what else these men might do to her. Of how they may very well keep her and use her as a toy, like some sort of public relief cum-dumpster! She trembled at the very idea, quivering excitedly as her folds clenched his girth. It was enough to make him burst.\n\nAs he threw his head back and roared in his own orgasm, he delivered a firm spank to her ass. Loud, ear-piercing, making her leg twitch as she her cheek was assaulted. It stung, drawing back her head from such an erotically dark place if only to acknowledge how much force he'd put into that sole swat of her bronzed rump. His hand lifted and revealing that glowing red welt, in the shape of a palm that hardly covered the whole size of that broad mound. It nearly distracted her from the fact that his twitching length had erupted inside of her, once again bloating the condom that stood between her and an untimely pregnancy. It wasn't that she didn't trust those rubbers, surely they were reliable, it was just reasonably difficult to not have her doubts. What if it slipped or tore? Her two suitors so far had been exceptionally rough with her!<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Nazarie (The Viera):**\n\t* Appearance: Nazarie is described as a viera with fuzzy ears, violet eyes, and a curvaceous figure.\n\t* Personality: She's ditzy, playful, and enjoys attention. However, she can also be shy and intimidated by larger males.\n\t* Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n\t* Relationships:\n\t\t+ Raging Moose (Roegadyn): He's a friendly coworker who often teases her but has earned her respect.\n\t\t+ Baderon (Elezen Bartender): He's kind and protective of Nazarie, punching Steve for harassing her.\n2. **Raging Moose (Roegadyn):**\n\t* Appearance: He's a roegadyn with a scarred face and impressive stature.\n\t* Personality: Friendly, teasing, and considerate.\n\t* Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n3. **Baderon (Elezen Bartender):**\n\t* Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n\t* Personality: Kind, protective, and rough-around-the-edges.\n\t* Special Abilities: Physical strength (punches Steve).\n4. **Steve (Male Elezen):**\n\t* Appearance: Dirty, portly, and reeks of confidence and moldy cheese.\n\t* Personality: Creepy, confident, and aggressive.\n5. **Captain (Roegadyn):**\n\t* Appearance: Large, muscular, and charming.\n\t* Personality: Confident, dominant, and somewhat cruel.\n6. **Hyur Male:**\n\t* Appearance: Decent girth and length, shorter than Nazarie.\n\t* Personality: Aggressive, enthusiastic, and possibly sadistic.\n7. **Au Ra Male:**\n\t* Appearance: Average size, tall, and infatuated with Nazarie's body.\n\t* Personality: Possibly impatient, eager to join the group.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Viera Physiology:** Vieras are described as having an intense heat within them, leading to cycles where they become receptive to breeding.\n2. **Nazarie's Masochism:** Despite being abused and used, Nazarie seems to enjoy the experience, displaying masochistic tendencies.\n3. **Group Sex:** The story features group sex scenes, with multiple men taking turns with Nazarie.\n4. **Condom Use:** While not always consistent, condoms are used throughout the story to prevent pregnancy.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Ale Mugs:** Used by Baderon to serve drinks.\n2. **Rum Bottle:** Passed to Nazarie during the party scene.\n3. **Condoms:** Used by various characters to protect against pregnancy.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Eorzea Setting:** The story takes place in Eorzea, a world inspired by Final Fantasy XIV.\n2. **Viera Biology:** Vieras are depicted as having a unique physiology, including intense heat and receptiveness to breeding.\n3. **Social Hierarchy:** The story touches on social hierarchies, with larger males like Raging Moose and the Captain holding power.\n4. **Safety Precautions:** Condoms are used to prevent pregnancy, highlighting the importance of safety precautions in this world.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** Limsa is a location within Eorzea, featuring docks and a tavern called the \"Drowning Wench.\"\n2. **Politics:** Social hierarchies and power dynamics are present, with larger males holding sway.\n3. **Culture:** The story showcases a culture where group sex is common, and individuals are willing to engage in such activities without hesitation.\n4. **Law and Order:** There is no explicit mention of laws or law enforcement in the story, suggesting a relatively lax environment.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nTo her relief, as the hyur pulled out, her eyes opened and glanced down at his crotch to find that it was fully intact. A balloon full of that off-white seed was once again discarded without a care while using her body as a landing pad, slimy seed pouring out over her flesh and marking her golden brown skin with its pearly coloring. A delightful contrast to a cultured eye, but she had little time to admire the view as the Au Ra plunged to the hilt between her purple lips. His heavy, pale balls nestled right up to the side of her face, utterly obscuring her already somewhat hazy vision and giving her no time to prepare for the sudden - yet obviously expected - arrival at her ankles. This large stranger grabbed at her ankles and began to try and roll her onto her stomach, to which the man buried down her throat grunted something in response.\n\nAn agreement came to be settled after a brief dispute, from what she could vaguely understand, the shaft plunging between her lips dragging itself out from that firm grip with a satisfyingly wet 'pop'. She gasped for air and gazed down that throbbing length in a daze, catching her breath with a few soft sputters. That ghostly white length was stained purple with lipstick and drooled with leaking pre-cum and strands of spit, most of which bridged the gap to her parted lips. He shifted and took a seat before her head, helping turn her to rest with her chest in his lap. Those bronzed mounds enveloped his length, deliberately adjusting her pillowy rack to further embrace his wet rod in their warm softness. A distraction from the following, resounding 'plap' of pelvis ramming into her ass from behind!\n\n\"Hahhh?!\" she howled in a notable mix of pleasure and surprise, caught off guard by the sudden thrust between her spread cheeks. He'd fully sheathed himself into her cunt, reaching out to grab her by the wrists and yanking her arms behind her back, starting to thrust violently while yanking on those slender limbs. She began to whine and moan, her legs already trembling as they struggled in supporting the weight of her broad hips. Her body had quickly begun to instinctively push back against his motions, guided in part by his tugging on her hands, jamming himself to the hilt with firm, confident strokes.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"This oughtta shudderup,\" another man remarked as he approached - taking her by the side of the head and, with his other grip holding his length aloft, shoving his cock between her plush lips. She let out a muffled moan, this stranger not hesitating to start forcing his girth into the tight confines of her windpipe.\n\n\"Glk, glk, glk-\" became audible, some of the spectators even jerking in time with those sloppy gags emerging from her throat, drool leaking from those sealed lips and dripping down her chin in messy amounts. There was a holler or two, cheering her on, remarking about how well a bun-bitch could take a cock down the gullet without any time to prepare. It was mostly false. She struggled immensely, but with her eyes rolled back and her arms gone limp she managed to relax enough. To let herself be used by three men at a time, unable to hone in on any particular sensation. Zoning into the way the man she laid against humped at her under-boob with his twitching, aching length, only for her conscious to be dragged back to the feeling of getting her sore folds split open by the shaft of a violent pirate. A mere plaything for them to...-\n\nFuck, that line of thinking really did manage to get her going. Her eyelids clasped tight as she felt her spine trembling with another powerful climax. More cheers from the more perceptive men as they watched her expression contort in pleasure. Somehow the shame of being so visibly aroused by their crude treatment of her body only further intensified that bliss. Was she a slut? She kind of... Kind... Of...<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe lack of oxygen was doing her in. She could feel it, mind and body growing weak. Another wave of dizziness striking abruptly. Her eyes slowly peeled open but her vision went black, only able to briefly feel the sensation of warm, thick ropes of a sea man's sticky semen plastering her skin before jolting back awake in a new position. Vision faded back in to a sea of tanned skin. Not the perfect bronze that she had, but an uneven spread. Though, it was a bit hard to say for sure with his patch of dark hairs - more specifically pubic, a shaft nonidentical to the one that'd been using her lips to jerk off with plunging into her mouth and across her tongue with its cum-oozing tip.\n\nHer eyes widened a little more, feeling another sharp jolt. It was hot, burning like fire below the waist! She struggled to pry herself from that girth prodding at her throat, but her head was held firm by the pirate's hands. Her eyes darted down to her cleavage, where another cock was poking from her cleavage, thrusting at a leisurely pace into the grip of her sweat-coated and spit-slick bosom. His hands held each mound firmly in his large palms, squeezing them tightly together while pinching and toying with her nipples. Her moans had already become impossible to suppress as she regained her sense of self, especially as two individual sets of hips rammed into her from beneath. She could feel a fat and pulsating rod buried to the base in her ass, having claimed her anal virginity without hesitation in her lapse of awareness. Her ass felt raw, especially as he hammered his firm waist into her wobbling cheeks. Those movements alternated with the obscured stranger between her thighs, ramming away at her slit until his length bashed into her bruised cervix again and again. These men were unrelenting!\n\nAnother quick survey of what limited surroundings she could spot gave her a chance to make note of the number of used condoms on the bedspread. At least five or six more than prior, and that was merely what was in her field of view. Some were draped over her chest, others on the bed nearby, streaks of seed plastering her skin in a combination of undoubtedly countless different men. She felt used, and abused even, yet-<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Mmhhf!\" she tried to curse out as her holes tightened and her limbs trembled in another powerful orgasm. She was hopeless. That mere thought had awoken her newly discovered masochistic side once more. This treatment was... Heavenly. Was it normal for someone to have a sexual awakening in such a manner, and to such a degree? The wonder of such a moment was lost on the girl, who already displayed ditsy mannerisms even outside of getting her brains turned to mush by cocks the size of her forearm. Especially as she experienced the mind-numbing euphoria of getting all three holds stuffed without rest. She would let them have their way until they ran out of steam, though judging by the crowd still looming over the mattress she could only guess how much longer it would take.\n\n\"Hrr... Take my load, cunt!\" the captain's voice emerged from beneath, presumably the man whose lap she was seated on, as he forcefully bucked into her ass and slammed himself to the base inside of her pucker. At least he'd still had the decency to wear a condom, unable to feel the warm seed splashing her walls despite the familiar feeling of his length spasming and swelling with each rope bursting from the tip. Slowly he dislodged himself, delivering a firm spank to her already stinging ass-meat. She clasped down around the girth in her already form-fitting folds as the captain had finished unsheathing himself, which seemed to be all the man between her legs needed to finish himself off as well. A few final slaps of his balls into her from his stance at the foot of the bed before similarly erupting into a condom. Part of her had found herself craving the feel of a load shot into her bare slit, to have her womb flooded.\n\n\"Hahh... C'mere, whore,\" the man between her lips harshly remarked as he yanked himself from her throat. She coughed and sputtered, but she was swiftly moved from the captain's lap and onto her back. The two men that'd been using her tight throat and spit-coated chest were greedily jerking their shafts at her face, her head dangling over the edge of the mattress and positioned just between them. Her violet eyes gazed up at them, tongue hanging from her panting mouth. She could do nothing else, no strength left in her exhausted frame to shield her face nor put on a show on them. Merely staring at those turgid rods, watching their calloused hands work the shafts until each length burst. Geysers of spunk splattered her face, eyelids twitching as they shut to avoid the incoming torrent of that hearty amount of spunk. She moaned softly, feeling the warmth of some seed splashing across her lips and into her waiting mouth. They hardly seemed to be aiming their shots, though, those streaks haphazardly plastered across her delicate visage.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nOnce it was done, and a few moments had passed since the men had finished marking her with their loads, she began to wipe the cum from her eyes. Once more, she was given no time to prepare for the sound of several pairs of boots moving towards the bed.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Nitta:** \n * Appearance: A bit heavyset, free of pockmarks, relatively clear skin, black shaggy hair.\n * Personality: Disgruntled with women due to their superficiality and attraction to 'pretty boys', has a sadistic streak, enjoys exerting control over others.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: His interactions are primarily centered around Cloud and Link, whom he sees as 'pretty boys' and objects for his gratification.\n2. **Cloud Strife:**\n * Appearance: Feather-haired, baby-faced, blushing, crossdressing as a female character from the game series.\n * Personality: Shy, embarrassed, willing to obey commands, secretly attracted to men.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: Submissive to Nitta, interacts closely with Link.\n3. **Link (Hyrule's Adventurer):**\n * Appearance: Sandy-blonde hair, fair skin, Gerudo garb, veil, athletic build.\n * Personality: Also shy, embarrassed, willing to obey commands, secretly attracted to men.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: Submissive to Nitta, interacts closely with Cloud.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* **Submissiveness:** Both Cloud and Link display extreme submissiveness towards Nitta, often blushing, looking away, or nodding in agreement.\n* **Embarrassment:** The two heroes seem to be deeply embarrassed by their situation, often displaying physical reactions such as blushing or averting their gaze.\n* **Attraction to Men:** Despite being portrayed as strong, heroic figures, both Cloud and Link exhibit secret attractions to men, which is a significant aspect of their personalities.\n* **Sadism:** Nitta appears to derive pleasure from exerting control over others, particularly those he perceives as 'pretty boys'.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Cards with Chibi Drawings:** Link produces cards featuring himself performing various sexual acts, which serve as a menu for services offered by the brothel.\n* **Universal Exchange System:** The brothel uses a system where clients can exchange currency for services, allowing Nitta to pay for his activities.\n* **Perfumed Lotion and Wild Hair:** Cloud and Link use perfumed lotion and have wild hair, adding to their sensual and attractive appearance.\n* **Tasseled Robe:** A large, comfy-looking robe hanging on the wall near the hot tub, which Nitta decides to wear after stepping out.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **Brothel Services:** The Between Worlds Soapland offers various services, including massages, sex acts, and other forms of entertainment.\n* **Client-Controlled Experience:** Clients, like Nitta, have complete control over the experience, dictating what services they want and how they're performed.\n* **Submissive Behavior:** Characters within the brothel, especially Cloud and Link, are expected to behave submissively towards clients, adhering to their demands and desires.\n* **No Clear Consequences:** There are no explicit consequences for engaging in illicit activities within the brothel, suggesting a lack of regulation or oversight.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Dogenzaka District:** The story begins in Dogenzaka district, an area known for its seedy massage parlors and adult entertainment venues.\n* **Between Worlds Soapland:** The brothel itself seems to exist outside of conventional reality, with Nitta teleporting there without explanation.\n* **Fantasy Anime Setting:** The world is inspired by fantasy anime, with characters and settings drawn from popular franchises like Final Fantasy and Zelda.\n* **Social Hierarchy:** Within the brothel, there appears to be a strict social hierarchy, with clients holding power over the submissive characters like Cloud and Link.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nNitta sank into the bathtub up to his collarbone and enjoyed the heat and the bubbling water, limiting his whirling mind only to those physical sensations for the moment. He had absolutely no explanation as to why he’d shut his eyes on the bathing stool in his modest apartment and opened them immersed in a fragrant and sudsy jacuzzi, but it definitely felt good. As a fan of sci-fi and fantasy anime he was creative enough to accept that there were strange phenomena in the world, stranger than he could ever imagine, and that included portals from his grunge-tiled shower to a beautiful wood-paneled tub with room enough for four.\n\nAnd what was the explanation for ordering up a couple of guys instead of a couple of babes? He chalked it up to disgust with the opposite sex... and a need for revenge!\n\nNitta wasn’t hideous by any means - though a little heavyset, his nose was free of pockmarks and his skin relatively clear. His shaggy head of black hair was no better or worse than you’d see on the head of any young man. Yet he’d been bedeviled by a lack of success with women, which he attributed to both their vapidness and their interest in accursed pretty boys - those thin, blue-eyed, perfect-cheekboned bishonen types who seemed to have all the luck with ladies. He cursed their feathered hair and cosplay good looks, and the women for falling for such superficialities. Secretly, he thought all such good-looking guys were probably gay anyhow, and wouldn’t mind a little cornholing of their effeminate asses.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nNow, after a teleportation to a strange place that he was certain was either a drug-induced hallucination or a dream, he’d bypassed all the familiar big-titted and wasp-waisted mainstays on the soapland’s \"Wall Of Fame\" and ordered up a couple of earnest-looking, blushing sissies whose names were quite familiar. A further symptom of his subconscious, he supposed, for he’d always found each of his choices to be the most insufferably pretty of the pretty-boy bunch.\n\nThe papery sound of sliding doors announced their arrival, and Nitta couldn’t help but burst out laughing. \"Oh, wow!\" he blurted, leaning back in the hot tub. \"Is this really for real?\"\n\nHe had half-expected cosplayers, performers dressed as characters, but these were clearly the real deal. Two baby-faced, feather-haired bishies, one slightly taller, one slightly shorter, both blushing deeply, and both crossdressing. Anyone who had consumed media in the past twenty years would quickly identify them for who they were - Cloud Strife, the sword-wielding hero of Midgar, and Hyrule’s very own adventuring puzzle-solver, Link.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"A bit overdressed for the hot tub, aren’t you?\" Nitta teased. He could tell just from the blushing, lip-biting expressions on their faces that the two new arrivals were completely embarrassed and shy at the situation; that strange power dynamic was part of what was fueling his erection. He was a nobody, between jobs and relationships, working in data entry, while these two were completely famous! And yet-\n\n\"H-hello, sir,\" Cloud said, his bright blue eyes downcast and his palms placed on the front of his frilly dress primly. It was a full-length gown with a tight lavender bodice that tried to compensate for his lack of bust by sculpting into the shape of breasts regardless; the petticoats layered, ruffled and pleated. The sleeves stopped at the bicep and tied close with ribbons, revealing athletic and shapely arms wrapped in sheer fishnet. He also wore a necklace with a purple gemstone, and, perhaps most amusingly to Nitta, had two large and braided blonde hair extensions sticking out at either side of his head. Yet despite this feminine appearance, when he spoke, his voice was still unmistakably male. \"We’re... new members of this brothel, here to serve you.\" His cheeks were rosy with embarrassment as he turned his face away, as if he didn’t want Nitta to get a good look at it. \"Please take care of us.\"\n\nStanding beside him and a full head shorter was Link, showing more of his fair and unblemished skin in a traditional Gerudo kerchief and veil. His shoulders and midsection were exposed in the powder-blue garb, which Nitta saw as somewhat gypsy-like. Like Cloud, the shape of the halter top seemed to imitate breasts despite his complete lack of them. The baggy pants, embroidered with golden moons, started mid-hip and went to just below the knee, with anklets and sandals completing the dancing girl aesthetic. Amazingly, Link seemed to be blushing even more deeply than Cloud, and turned his head to the side in exactly the same way as Cloud spoke.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe idea that they were both totally embarrassed and had perhaps been pressed into service only made Nitta’s cock harder. All his life, he’d been trying to live up to the idealized standard of pretty-boyishness set by these two feather-haired sissies; now, it seemed it was finally time for revenge. He rose out of the bubbling water and found that there was a large and comfy-looking tasseled robe hanging on the wall nearby, which he decided to don after stepping out... but not before giving his chosen masseuses a good look at his hanging, heavy penis. Much as he came in second to them in smoothness of skin, facial features, hair or physique, his penis - swarthy, long, and thick - was an area in which he took pride. He saw their eyes shift to it as the fat bell-end banged wetly against his inner thighs, and smiled.\n\n\"Tell me what services you offer,\" he requested, looking at Link specifically while toweling off. The legendary hero looked adorably cute in his dancer costume, and showed further embarrassment and frustration when he was the one called upon to list the menu. At first, he only looked at the floor and did nothing, amusing Nitta to no end. \"Well?\" the burly young man prompted, tying his robe off at the waist. \"Speak up!\"\n\n\"I’m sorry, he can’t talk, sir,\" Cloud said, also looking submissively at the floor. \"He’s very shy.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBut Link made the effort, reaching behind himself to produce a series of cards with chibi-drawings of himself performing various sexual acts, no doubt provided by the establishment. The first had the title \"Hand Course\", showing his veiled face looking down as he lovingly gave a handjob - with an attached price label of 10 green rupees. Nitta couldn’t help but laugh at this, adding to Link’s blushing and red-faced humiliation. The next card showed a fat penis poking past his veil and into his mouth, and was of course labelled Mouth Course, at 20 rupees. Finally, the last card showed chibi Link with eyes turning into heart shapes, and the title Anything Goes, All Night. The cost for this was 50 rupees.\n\n\"I’m a little short on rupees,\" Nitta quipped, sitting down on the ledge next to the hot tub and feeling warm and comfy in his plush robe. His cock, unreasonably excited, tented out the fabric.\n\n\"We use a universal exchange system here, sir,\" Cloud said, and again Nitta was struck by the submissiveness in his voice. It was satisfying to hear and nothing like his steely hero tone during battle or even the blundering voice he so often used when being flirted with by every woman in his life.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAs it happened, Nitta was flush with cash thanks to his COVID stimulus check, and planned to blow the whole thing, rightly guessing he’d never have a chance like this again. \"I’ll take the Anything Goes service,\" he said. \"With both of you.\" He was again titillated as the two other males bit their lips cutely at this declaration and looked surreptitiously at his bulging penis. He realized that, reluctant as they were, both were totally willing to do whatever he wanted, and had resigned themselves to it. This amazing feeling of power continued to add strength to his erection.\n\n\"Come over here,\" he ordered. \"Get on your knees.\" His heart filled with a fizz of anticipation; part of him still didn’t believe they would actually do it, they would instead produce their swords and hack him to pieces for his effrontery. Yet, that didn’t happen. Cloud and Link approached, crossing the line of demarcation that separated the tatami mats from the tile that surrounded the hot tub. He could smell the perfumed lotion they had on their skin and the clean scent of their wild hair.\n\nNow, with the distance between them measured only in inches, Nitta could see just how far their pretty-boyishness went. Both Cloud and Link had absolutely gorgeous light-colored eyes and skin that would have been the envy of any model. Though their bodies were athletic and showed plenty of supple, lean muscle, both of their bodies were streamlined, lacking wide chests and shoulders. All in all, a pair of perfect girls. Cloud was even wearing lipstick and blush.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nNitta reached out and put his hands on both of their heads, running his fingers through their soft and feathery hair. Much as Cloud’s famous coif looked sharp enough at the top to poke an eye out, it was actually very soft, yielding to his touch and then springing back into original position no matter how he bent or mussed it. Link’s sandy-blonde hair was much the same way. The best part was how the boys leaned their heads into his palms like affectionate pets, as if feeling totally at home with his patriarchal caresses.\n\n\"You two really like this, don’t you?\" Nitta accused. \"You’re acting all shy, but you’re not fooling anyone!\" He moved his hand down to caress Cloud’s cheek and pressed the palm of his thumb against Cloud’s painted lower lip, then slid the digit into his mouth, drawing a moan. Link, wearing a veil, only nuzzled against his palm, and as they leaned into his touch, their own hands moved to rub over his thighs and slide into his robe, parting it and exposing him, meeting together on the shaft of his penis.\n\nAs the robe fell away and revealed Nitta’s cock in full, Cloud and Link’s attention was drawn to it to the exclusion of all else. Both of them were obviously turned on by the size of it, the thickness of the veiny, heavy shaft, girthier than their wrists. Even their thin, pretty noses twitched at the thick male scent coming from it, strong enough to be detected even fresh out of the hot tub.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Nitta:** \n * Appearance: A bit heavyset, free of pockmarks, relatively clear skin, black shaggy hair.\n * Personality: Disgruntled with women due to their superficiality and attraction to 'pretty boys', has a sadistic streak, enjoys exerting control over others.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: His interactions are primarily centered around Cloud and Link, whom he sees as 'pretty boys' and objects for his gratification.\n2. **Cloud Strife:**\n * Appearance: Feather-haired, baby-faced, blushing, crossdressing as a female character from the game series.\n * Personality: Shy, embarrassed, willing to obey commands, secretly attracted to men.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: Submissive to Nitta, interacts closely with Link.\n3. **Link (Hyrule's Adventurer):**\n * Appearance: Sandy-blonde hair, fair skin, Gerudo garb, veil, athletic build.\n * Personality: Also shy, embarrassed, willing to obey commands, secretly attracted to men.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: Submissive to Nitta, interacts closely with Cloud.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* **Submissiveness:** Both Cloud and Link display extreme submissiveness towards Nitta, often blushing, looking away, or nodding in agreement.\n* **Embarrassment:** The two heroes seem to be deeply embarrassed by their situation, often displaying physical reactions such as blushing or averting their gaze.\n* **Attraction to Men:** Despite being portrayed as strong, heroic figures, both Cloud and Link exhibit secret attractions to men, which is a significant aspect of their personalities.\n* **Sadism:** Nitta appears to derive pleasure from exerting control over others, particularly those he perceives as 'pretty boys'.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Cards with Chibi Drawings:** Link produces cards featuring himself performing various sexual acts, which serve as a menu for services offered by the brothel.\n* **Universal Exchange System:** The brothel uses a system where clients can exchange currency for services, allowing Nitta to pay for his activities.\n* **Perfumed Lotion and Wild Hair:** Cloud and Link use perfumed lotion and have wild hair, adding to their sensual and attractive appearance.\n* **Tasseled Robe:** A large, comfy-looking robe hanging on the wall near the hot tub, which Nitta decides to wear after stepping out.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **Brothel Services:** The Between Worlds Soapland offers various services, including massages, sex acts, and other forms of entertainment.\n* **Client-Controlled Experience:** Clients, like Nitta, have complete control over the experience, dictating what services they want and how they're performed.\n* **Submissive Behavior:** Characters within the brothel, especially Cloud and Link, are expected to behave submissively towards clients, adhering to their demands and desires.\n* **No Clear Consequences:** There are no explicit consequences for engaging in illicit activities within the brothel, suggesting a lack of regulation or oversight.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Dogenzaka District:** The story begins in Dogenzaka district, an area known for its seedy massage parlors and adult entertainment venues.\n* **Between Worlds Soapland:** The brothel itself seems to exist outside of conventional reality, with Nitta teleporting there without explanation.\n* **Fantasy Anime Setting:** The world is inspired by fantasy anime, with characters and settings drawn from popular franchises like Final Fantasy and Zelda.\n* **Social Hierarchy:** Within the brothel, there appears to be a strict social hierarchy, with clients holding power over the submissive characters like Cloud and Link.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"It’s so big!\" Cloud said, and again his voice seemed more effeminate than usual, the perfect mix of male and female. Nitta also discovered that, in fact, Link was capable of making sounds - judging from the cooing moan that emanated from beneath his veil at the sight of a big, heavy penis. They explored him with their extended hands, groping his shaft, kneading his large balls, both with worshipful looks in their eyes.\n\n\"Bigger than yours?\" Nitta asked, teasingly.\n\nCloud and Link both blushed. \"Y-yes,\" Cloud replied, after a moment, and Link gave a reluctant nod.\n\nNitta smiled wide. \"Let’s see, then,\" he pressed on. \"I want to compare. A real man like me... versus you two.\" The words sounded absurd even as he spoke them, a stupid fantasy (rather than a Final one), but it was his hard-earned money he’d paid, and by god, he was going to indulge himself.\n\nCloud and Link both rose back to their feet and looked at each other with adorable and submissive embarrassment. In unison, they moved to present themselves - Cloud by gripping his large and ruffled petticoat and lifting it up, and Link by pulling down the waist of his loose-fitting dancer’s garb. Cloud was wearing a full set of pantyhose, garters and panties underneath, and the crotch of the dark-colored underwear was distended adorably by the poking of his penis, though the size was extremely modest. Five inches at most, maybe a little less. Link, meanwhile, was wearing no panties, and produced a small, turgid erect, totally hairless and even smaller than Cloud’s, though it was about the same relative to his body size, owing to his shorter height. It was smooth, the same tone as his skin, except for the head, mostly wrapped in foreskin, like a young boy who hadn’t discovered how to peel it back. The very tip was a rosy color.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nNitta laughed with pride, and walked directly up to stand across from Cloud, letting his big, heavy penis hang down. The more slender male couldn’t maintain eye contact and turned his head to the side, blue Mako eyes filled with shame as he blushed deeply. \"Well, who’s cock is bigger here?\" Nitta asked.\n\n\"Y-yours,\" Cloud muttered. Sometimes with his hard-ass exterior it was easy to forget that he was barely out of his teens, but this vulnerable position brought that truth back to the forefront; his slender limbs and physique were very womanly as he held up his petticoat like a damsel flashing her quim. Nitta stepped forward, cock half-hard, such that his big, spongy cocktip bumped right into the small bulge of Cloud’s balls, bisecting them and drawing a moan and a shuddering unsteadiness in the knees.\n\n\"You little bitch,\" Nitta scolded, his mouth drawing into a sadistic grin. \"You’re cumming in your panties just from the touch of a real dick.\" His head turned toward Link, who was looking on with obvious and shamefully submissive interest. Again he was struck by how lewd it was to have two assertive, heroic figures utterly under his sexual control. Not only did it fulfill his need for revenge against the pretty-boy types he blamed for his lack of success with women... but it was just so obscene to see them in this position, a couple submissive of fuckbois!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe reached into the top of Cloud’s dress and tore it down to his waist, revealing his bare chest; slender and fair-skinned with just a hint of puffiness in the nipples, despite his lean and athletic musculature. \"Strip!\" he ordered, and Cloud did, obeying desperately, leaving no doubt as to who was in charge. The blonde-haired pretty boy wasted no time in sliding the elaborate sleeves from his arms and stepping out of the elaborate petticoat, letting it flutter to the ground in a halo of fabric around him, leaving him standing in just his necklace, pantyhose, panties, and high heels.\n\nNitta gave him the once-over, feeling like Don Corneo 2.0 and loving it regardless as Cloud somehow found a way to blush even more deeply. He reached out and slapped Cloud on his hips, taking a grip on his round, smooth ass. Cloud bit his lip and made a purring noise. \"Yeah, you like that, don’t you, fag?\" Nitta spat. \"I bet you take a lot of dick up this thing. You and your friend here.\" He lifted Cloud’s buttock, squeezed it (amazingly spherical and firm considering his build!) and let it drop, like a customer testing a cut of meat.\n\n\"On your knees,\" he spat, putting a hands in that trademark blonde hair and pressing down. Both Cloud and Link immediately obeyed his words and were soon kneebound, bracketing his cock on each side with their upturned, pretty-boy faces, their eyes watering with teary submissiveness. Nitta found her very much liked this kinglike vantage. \"Get to work,\" he ordered, crossing his arms over his chest, letting his dad-bod assert dominance over the two effeminate heroes.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe earnestness with which Cloud and Link tended to their task was the most endearing part, and it had him diamond-hard almost before they even touched him. They were wide-eyed, submissive, but also had a cringing and girlish obedience to them that screamed I hope you like this, master, I’ll do my best. \"We’ll give you... lots of good service... so please, leave us a good review after!\" Cloud said, breathily, working his hand up and down Nitta’s shaft and looking up earnestly. Link’s slightly smaller hand joined up and they gave a double handjob, paying rapt attention to his size and reacting with cute breaths and cooing noises when cum leaked from his tip or his boner gave an especially large twitch.\n\n\"You two are slutty little cocksuckers, aren’t you?\" Nitta scolded, laughing. \"I never would have believed it! But you were born to do this!\" This brought a predictable blush, and the boys leaned their faces closer in - Cloud biting his lower lip, and the underside of Link’s Gerudo veil tickling the top of Nitta’s prick helmet. He could feel the hot breath from their noses (their thin, streamlined, bishie noses, natch) as they beheld him with something like awe.\n\n\"It’s so much bigger than ours,\" Cloud whispered. \"This... is what a real cock looks like! It’s thick... and has so many veins. The balls are so heavy!\" Link nuzzled his veiled nose into the side of Nitta’s meat and inhaled, letting out a light moan, but, of course, not speaking. \"It smells so strong... it’s making him dizzy!\" Cloud explained. Link’s long eyelashes fluttered, they moved their faces in closer and rubbed their cheeks on him, the swarthy, sweaty length of his meat contrasting with their fair and unblemished skin.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nCloud opened his mouth and pursed his lips against Nitta’s cocktip, giving it a kiss. Link leaned in and, lifting his veil, pressed his mouth against one of Nitta’s large, leathery nuts, giving it a tongue bath that was hesitant at first and quickly started to pick up speed. Their customer, enjoying every bit, plunged his hands into their perfumed and wild anime hair and let it tickle his fingers as he threw back his head in triumph. \"Yes!\" he gasped. \"Suck my cock! Use those pretty-boy mouths!\" He had a great view not only of their oral attentions but also to their sculpted and alluring back muscles as they arched their spines like whores and thrust out their asses, a pose that seemed to be second nature!\n\nCloud didn’t keep eye contact at first, making low, wet blowjob noises as he took nearly the entire length in his mouth, occasionally letting the heavy prick tip pop into his cheek and make it bulge out, using his tongue to bathe the shaft in spit. But when Nitta took a hard grip in his spiky hair and started to thrust his hips more aggressively, Cloud looked up with watering and unblinking eyes as he let his mouth be used.\n\n\"Nnngh... that’s it, you bitch,\" Nitta seethed through clenched teeth, loving the lewd, wet sounds as he forced his cock to the back of Cloud’s throat. The spiky blonde, overwhelmed, took on a dazed and submissive expression as the thrusts became more energetic, with spit starting to overspill his mouth and drip down his chin in a patter of droplets. Glllrk. Sllrrch. Slrrrk. The view of Cloud’s pretty nose slamming into the hairy mound of Nitta’s pubis with each instroke was totally obscene, and he began to hold himself there, enjoying the tightness, making Cloud choke and make noises of distress, even taking hold of his braided hair extensions to secure him in place.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe kept himself lodged deep for nearly ten seconds, drawing tears from Cloud’s reddening eyes, before finally releasing him to gasp and cough at the air, fat and bubbling strands of spit connecting his pretty lips to the tip of Nitta’s large cock. These hung fat under their own weight and vibrated like the strings of a double bass as Cloud exhaled harshly. Nitta looked down and saw that Cloud’s medium-small cock was rock hard, poking jauntily into the triangle of black silk that made up the front of his panties, creating a dark patch where his pre-cum was leaking.\n\n\"Your worthless bitch-clit is leaking,\" Nitta admonished, and battered Cloud’s face with several slaps from his cock. \"You love sucking cock, don’t you? Does Tifa know about this? Or your other little girlfriend?\"\n\n\"I-I’m sorry, sir,\" Cloud whimpered, blushing, as the strands of goo slowly broke and splattered to the floor. Not slowing down, Nitta reached out and grabbed Link’s head just as aggressively, the veil down and around his neck like an adorable kerchief, mashing his prick helmet against the smaller hero’s lips until they parted with an alarmed gasp and he burrowed his meat as far past Link’s tongue and teeth as he could, pummeling the back of his throat. Link’s body, glad in the Gerudo garb, seemed to arch and present itself whorishly almost as second nature, thighs sinking onto calves, surprisingly cute feet curling into crescents. At the same time, Link’s hands clapped down on Nitta’s hips to brace, gripping him desperately and with what seemed like affection.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Nitta:** \n * Appearance: A bit heavyset, free of pockmarks, relatively clear skin, black shaggy hair.\n * Personality: Disgruntled with women due to their superficiality and attraction to 'pretty boys', has a sadistic streak, enjoys exerting control over others.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: His interactions are primarily centered around Cloud and Link, whom he sees as 'pretty boys' and objects for his gratification.\n2. **Cloud Strife:**\n * Appearance: Feather-haired, baby-faced, blushing, crossdressing as a female character from the game series.\n * Personality: Shy, embarrassed, willing to obey commands, secretly attracted to men.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: Submissive to Nitta, interacts closely with Link.\n3. **Link (Hyrule's Adventurer):**\n * Appearance: Sandy-blonde hair, fair skin, Gerudo garb, veil, athletic build.\n * Personality: Also shy, embarrassed, willing to obey commands, secretly attracted to men.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: Submissive to Nitta, interacts closely with Cloud.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* **Submissiveness:** Both Cloud and Link display extreme submissiveness towards Nitta, often blushing, looking away, or nodding in agreement.\n* **Embarrassment:** The two heroes seem to be deeply embarrassed by their situation, often displaying physical reactions such as blushing or averting their gaze.\n* **Attraction to Men:** Despite being portrayed as strong, heroic figures, both Cloud and Link exhibit secret attractions to men, which is a significant aspect of their personalities.\n* **Sadism:** Nitta appears to derive pleasure from exerting control over others, particularly those he perceives as 'pretty boys'.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Cards with Chibi Drawings:** Link produces cards featuring himself performing various sexual acts, which serve as a menu for services offered by the brothel.\n* **Universal Exchange System:** The brothel uses a system where clients can exchange currency for services, allowing Nitta to pay for his activities.\n* **Perfumed Lotion and Wild Hair:** Cloud and Link use perfumed lotion and have wild hair, adding to their sensual and attractive appearance.\n* **Tasseled Robe:** A large, comfy-looking robe hanging on the wall near the hot tub, which Nitta decides to wear after stepping out.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **Brothel Services:** The Between Worlds Soapland offers various services, including massages, sex acts, and other forms of entertainment.\n* **Client-Controlled Experience:** Clients, like Nitta, have complete control over the experience, dictating what services they want and how they're performed.\n* **Submissive Behavior:** Characters within the brothel, especially Cloud and Link, are expected to behave submissively towards clients, adhering to their demands and desires.\n* **No Clear Consequences:** There are no explicit consequences for engaging in illicit activities within the brothel, suggesting a lack of regulation or oversight.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Dogenzaka District:** The story begins in Dogenzaka district, an area known for its seedy massage parlors and adult entertainment venues.\n* **Between Worlds Soapland:** The brothel itself seems to exist outside of conventional reality, with Nitta teleporting there without explanation.\n* **Fantasy Anime Setting:** The world is inspired by fantasy anime, with characters and settings drawn from popular franchises like Final Fantasy and Zelda.\n* **Social Hierarchy:** Within the brothel, there appears to be a strict social hierarchy, with clients holding power over the submissive characters like Cloud and Link.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAs with Cloud, Link made smoldering, submissive eye contact, his watering blue orbs seeming to beg for more throat abuse as his cheeks hollowed out in a sucktube around Nitta’s pipe. The wet, meaty sounds of throat-plowing began anew, with the customer enjoying controlling the head of his chosen ‘attendant’. Cloud looked on with unmistakable jealousy as his counterpart was used in the same manner he had been.\n\n\"You like that? Seeing your little friend choking on my big cock?\" Nitta spat. In truth, Link was not all that little; in this iteration he seemed to be in his late teens, and well-conditioned thanks to all of his climbing, running, and swordfighting. But he had that boyish quality of lithe and supple muscle, as Cloud did. The blonde nodded guiltily in response to the question.\n\n\"Y-yes,\" Cloud breathed, swallowing thickly. Nitta held his cock deep in Link’s throat for nearly ten seconds, suffocating him with relish, until his small hands started to twitch and scramble, only withdrawing at the last possible moment. Again there was a gasp, coughing, and those fat, bubbly bridges of saliva connecting pert mouth with spongy cockhead, and though Link looked dazed and on the verge of passing out, his red face was still looking worshipfully at Nitta’s meat.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nGod, these two are such slutty little fuckbois, Nitta realized with glee. I knew it!\n\n\"What do you like better, guys or girls?\" Nitta asked Cloud, letting his hard, spit-soaked cock jut in the blonde’s face.\n\n\"G-guys,\" Cloud said, and this time he did become overwhelmed with embarrassment and look down at the floor.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You’d rather suck my cock than kiss those babes you’re always running around with, huh?\" He slapped Cloud’s cheek with his prick tip.\n\n\"Y-yes!\"\n\nHe turned his attention to Link, still gasping. \"And that goes for you and that Princess of yours, too! Doesn’t it?\" Link also averted his eyes, but eventually nodded his admission, looking very submissive and embarrassed as he did so. Nitta gave him a cock-slap on the cheek as well, and noted that the smaller hero’s penis was totally rock hard and poking energetically over the waistband of his loose dancer’s garb.\n\n\"Kiss my cock,\" Nitta told them, smiling wide and feeling more authoritative than ever. \"Kiss it like you’re kissing those stupid whores you hang out with. They have no idea what a couple of little sissies you are, do they?\"\n\nIf those harsh words against their ostensible love interests bothered Cloud and Link, they didn’t show it in any way besides another bout of blushing cheeks. Nitta sank a hand into both of their heads of hair (so soft!) and guided them in until their pursed, loving lips were pressed against either side of his bulbous, engorged glans. He sighed with pleasure, getting the top-down master’s view as the two cute hero crossdressers planted full, long, sensual kisses on his prick, using their tongues gently but not too aggressively, giving the sort of kiss that would normally have been reserved for a climactic romantic moment.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIt was too hot! \"F-fuck!\" Nitta grunted, unable to contain himself as a fat dollop of creamy spunk leaked out of his pisshole and formed a heavy pearl at the tip of his cock. Cloud and Link, caught up in their kissing duties, immediately moved their mouths to consume it, mashing their lips against him and against each other, making adorable mewling noises like playful kittens, far from the exertions and grunts of battle that people would have come to expect from them.\n\n\"Alright, you twinky little sluts,\" he grunted, looking down at their worshipful faces. \"Open those mouths!\" Cloud and Link were in identical poses as they obeyed him, legs bent at the knees and splayed, sinking low with asses outthrust, inner-thighs pressed against the floor. They opened their mouths, showing the cum they’d shared, and Nitta reached down and took hold of his cock, running his fist up and down it, milking himself above their extended tongues. True to their pretty-boy natures, both of them had immaculate teeth and lips, and their eyes almost crossed as they kept vigil on the tip of his dick.\n\nHe milked himself slowly and firmly, hissing with pleasure, using the pressure from his closed fist to force the semen trapped in his urethra out of his cocktop. Splllrrrp. He dumped a fat cum worm on Cloud’s tongue, not having a full orgasm but only clearing his virile, sissy-fueled prong of accumulated pre-seed. He sighed with pleasure and satisfaction as he did it. There truly was nothing like emptying himself, marking the face and mouth of some overconfident pretty-boy hero type!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe repeated this act with link, holding his prick helmet against the smaller hero’s pink tongue as he unloaded a looping, piling sperm deposit onto it. \"Fuck!\" he gasped, surprising even himself with the pleasurable feeling of thick sperm abrading his piss pipe, forcing it wide, like toothpaste from a tube. \"Take it, you bitch!\" When he was done, he wiped his cocktip on Link’s lower lip and looked down at his handiwork - two femmeboi sissies with their erect bitch-clits stiffly proclaiming their arousal, mouths laden with his sperm, looking up at him with shining, submissive blue eyes!\n\n\"Chew it!\" he ordered, and by then he was used to their shameful obedience. Real men wouldn’t allow themselves to be controlled so easily, he reasoned, and their humiliating eagerness, as if they had no other choice, only added to his sadistic glee. Cloud and Link’s eyes looked absolutely obedient, defeated, and cock-owned as they looked up at him through long, girlish lashes and chewed his sperm, making lewd lip-smacking noises, making the fat cum-strand break up in their mouths, gargling his cum in between chews. What a sight!\n\n\"Alright,\" he breathed, gathering himself. \"Enough screwing around.\" He lifted his foot and placed the sole against Link’s face, pushing him over onto his back in degrading fashion (and drawing another one of those cute noises of alarm which seemed to be the only sound he could make). The smaller hero gasped, his dancer’s veil pushed down around his neck like a scarf, his pants low on his thighs, with his small penis protruding over the waistband. Link didn’t object to the rough treatment; rather, he stayed on the ground, as if he knew the foot to the face, and the push, were a prelude to further acts on that flat plane.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nCloud looked up as if expecting the same, but Nitta took him by his chocobo-butt coif of spiky hair and dragged him, knee-walking, next to Link, before throwing him face-down over the other’s body, leaving both of them on top of each other. And he wasn’t done there; he reached down to Cloud’s silk panties and ripped them down his legs, drawing moans, before doing the same to Link’s more elastic dancer’s pantaloons. Soon, the two submissive males were utterly bottomless, pressed chest to chest, their cocks rubbing against each other.\n\nNitta walked around to their feet and admired the sight. Despite being guys, they had terrific-looking asses, bubbly and soft, their buttocks forming four fleshy crescent shapes. And in between their assholes were both pink and completely hairless, visible in their spread-thighed state. Their penises were pressed flush, with two pairs of equally hairless balls bulging and rubbing and caressing together. \"Don’t just lay there, sluts!\" Nitta spat. \"Spread those asses!\"\n\nLink, who was on the bottom, pulled his knees up to his smooth chest and reached under himself, clutching at his bottom and pulling the buoyant flesh apart, totally exposing his asshole. HIs face was blushing red, and his little cock twitched up against Cloud’s, who was pressed chest to chest with him and also reaching behind himself, spreading his cheeks lewdly to expose his equally-inviting hole.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Beg for it,\" Nitta ordered.\n\n\"P-please... you can u-use my ass however you want!\" Cloud said. As had become habit, Nitta ran this statement through his mental catalogue of how Cloud usually sounded when he was acting cold or blowing up Mako Reactors, and found the difference both amusing and arousing. This was a sissy voice that nobody, except him, even knew Cloud had!\n\n\"You want it, don’t you, bitch?\" Nitta prompted, and dropped to his knees, shifting into position behind the two prostitutes, aiming for penetration. He slid his body between their legs, gripping Link’s thighs and feeling the warm, trembling flesh there as it gave way beneath his fingers.\n\n\"Yes!\"\n\n\"You’re not heroes, are you?\" Nitta growled, and he pressed his prick forward, rubbing the leaking head against their balls, then up toward Cloud’s asshole, prodding at it. \"You’re just a couple of fags who suck each others cocks!\"\n\n\"Ah!\" Cloud moaned. \"Y-yes! We... we suck each other’s cocks!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nStruck by a moment of inspiration, Nitta pushed his cock downward and aimed it at the point where Cloud and Link’s testicle pressed together, shoving his thick and manly meat between their two sissy dicks, and feeling the pleasing pressure of Cloud’s warm, smooth nuts pressing down on the top of his shaft, while Link’s balls pressed up from below. A cage of smooth, quivering femmeboi balls! Nitta let out a lengthy sigh of pleasure and planted his hands on Cloud’s ass-cheeks, squeezing them, feeling the embarrassing levels of bubbliness in the flesh.\n\nNitta raised his hand and gave Cloud a satisfying spanking, making his peachy rear jiggle. \"You don’t even fuck those women you’re with, do you?\" he taunted. \"Tell me the truth! Every detail!\" He thrust his cock gently between their testes, enjoying the silky feeling of quivering, throbbing sissy ball-pussy.\n\n\"I... don’t!\" Cloud moaned, his palms flat on the ground as he leaned over Link, their chests and perky nips jostling against each other. \"They flirt with me but I don’t even get hard! Tifa and Aeris... ever since I had to crossdress for Don Corneo, I don’t even look at them! Now I work here to make Gil so the party can buy Materia!\" His voice, mewling and desperate, gradually degenerated into an ashamed sob. But even with tears in his eyes, Cloud’s body was responding to Nitta’s touch, and his cock was rock-hard!<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Nitta:** \n * Appearance: A bit heavyset, free of pockmarks, relatively clear skin, black shaggy hair.\n * Personality: Disgruntled with women due to their superficiality and attraction to 'pretty boys', has a sadistic streak, enjoys exerting control over others.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: His interactions are primarily centered around Cloud and Link, whom he sees as 'pretty boys' and objects for his gratification.\n2. **Cloud Strife:**\n * Appearance: Feather-haired, baby-faced, blushing, crossdressing as a female character from the game series.\n * Personality: Shy, embarrassed, willing to obey commands, secretly attracted to men.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: Submissive to Nitta, interacts closely with Link.\n3. **Link (Hyrule's Adventurer):**\n * Appearance: Sandy-blonde hair, fair skin, Gerudo garb, veil, athletic build.\n * Personality: Also shy, embarrassed, willing to obey commands, secretly attracted to men.\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n * Relationships: Submissive to Nitta, interacts closely with Cloud.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* **Submissiveness:** Both Cloud and Link display extreme submissiveness towards Nitta, often blushing, looking away, or nodding in agreement.\n* **Embarrassment:** The two heroes seem to be deeply embarrassed by their situation, often displaying physical reactions such as blushing or averting their gaze.\n* **Attraction to Men:** Despite being portrayed as strong, heroic figures, both Cloud and Link exhibit secret attractions to men, which is a significant aspect of their personalities.\n* **Sadism:** Nitta appears to derive pleasure from exerting control over others, particularly those he perceives as 'pretty boys'.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Cards with Chibi Drawings:** Link produces cards featuring himself performing various sexual acts, which serve as a menu for services offered by the brothel.\n* **Universal Exchange System:** The brothel uses a system where clients can exchange currency for services, allowing Nitta to pay for his activities.\n* **Perfumed Lotion and Wild Hair:** Cloud and Link use perfumed lotion and have wild hair, adding to their sensual and attractive appearance.\n* **Tasseled Robe:** A large, comfy-looking robe hanging on the wall near the hot tub, which Nitta decides to wear after stepping out.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **Brothel Services:** The Between Worlds Soapland offers various services, including massages, sex acts, and other forms of entertainment.\n* **Client-Controlled Experience:** Clients, like Nitta, have complete control over the experience, dictating what services they want and how they're performed.\n* **Submissive Behavior:** Characters within the brothel, especially Cloud and Link, are expected to behave submissively towards clients, adhering to their demands and desires.\n* **No Clear Consequences:** There are no explicit consequences for engaging in illicit activities within the brothel, suggesting a lack of regulation or oversight.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Dogenzaka District:** The story begins in Dogenzaka district, an area known for its seedy massage parlors and adult entertainment venues.\n* **Between Worlds Soapland:** The brothel itself seems to exist outside of conventional reality, with Nitta teleporting there without explanation.\n* **Fantasy Anime Setting:** The world is inspired by fantasy anime, with characters and settings drawn from popular franchises like Final Fantasy and Zelda.\n* **Social Hierarchy:** Within the brothel, there appears to be a strict social hierarchy, with clients holding power over the submissive characters like Cloud and Link.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWith Link, the story was much the same; though he couldn’t explain it in words, his moans and embarrassed nods and head-shakes revealed that he had no interest in Princess Zelda and, in fact, was working at the Soapland in order to pay back a rupee debt incurred while buying an Ancient Cuirass. \"Yeah,\" Nitta spat. \"I bet you like getting fucked in the ass a lot more than cooking... and it pays more, too!\" He lowered his hands and gripped Link’s hips, holding him steady. The hero, on his back under Cloud with legs splayed, had nowhere to retreat. \"And I’ve got a Sneaky Mushroom Skewer for you, right here!\"\n\nHe pressed his cocktip against Link’s pink, inviting anus and shoved; the bulbous head of his nine-inch device first pressing harshly against the ring and then penetrating it with turgid, dominating steadiness. Link made an embarrassing moaning sound as his toes curled; the sound of the thick penis burrowing into his slick bowels was meaty and lewd, and Nitta didn’t relent until the smaller male’s pulsing warmth was wrapping every inch of his prick. It was so tight and satisfying. He closed his eyes and imagined a scene - Princess Zelda pleading, begging Link to fuck her, wanting him to stop being such a bitch... and Nitta fucking Link right in front of her, making that boy-booty clap, while Zelda’s eyes turned down in disgust.\n\n\"I wish that blonde slut was here right now!\" Nitta seethed, pumping his cock deep into Link’s ass. \"So she could see a real man! She’d cream herself, seeing what a full-size cock looks like!\" Link moaned again in a mixture of pleasure and humiliation, and Nitta went for a dozen more strokes before withdrawing with a wet schlorp and aiming his dick to a more upward trajectory, pressing it against Cloud’s anus instead. It went in easily; already lubricated by the moistness of Link’s anal passage, and it was Cloud’s turn to cry out.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"That goes for Tifa, too!\" Nitta said, giving Cloud another slap on the ass as he shoved himself balls deep, feeling his veiny, throbbing prick abrading Cloud’s ass-pipe, stretching it, enlarging it, feeling his bulbous knob burrowing deep. \"I’ll throat-fuck that big-titted bitch right in front of you, sissy! And what are you going to do about it? Nothing!\"\n\n\"Nnngh!\" Cloud moaned. \"Yes! D-do whatever you want to her! I... I don’t like girls! I just want to be fucked by guys, with big dicks!\" As Nitta withdrew for each stroke, he could see Cloud’s thin, hairless penis flailing in the air with the impacts, and spraying syrupy droplets of watery sperm all over Link’s cock, balls, and smooth belly. In fact, both of them were cumming all over each other.\n\n\"From now on,\" Nitta seethed, \"you two are my personal butt-bitches! Nnngh!\" He angled his cock to the side and stabbed forcefully into Cloud’s bowel walls, drawing an eye-rolling moan and another spurt of watery seed. He intentionally moved his cock and hips to stretch and conquer the supple, athletic body beneath him, so lean and enticing in that unmistakable pretty-boy way, farming cute moans like experience points. He counted twenty stroked and then withdrew, switching back to Link for twenty strokes, then returning to Cloud.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nSoon, both of their assholes were stretched, gaping, and blushing a beautiful deep pink around the rim; distending outward to suck on his cock as he withdrew. That his two ‘purchases’ were enjoying the treatment couldn’t be questioned, they were moaning and gasping like sissies the entire time, biting their lips, rolling their teary blue eyes, and generally just acting like anal addicts who had no business swinging a sword unless it was shaped like a dick. Their hairless peckers rubbed against each other and sprayed watery spurts between their stacked bodies, making their smooth bellies and perky boy-nips slick with their own issue. And Cloud, on top, soon had his shapely rear spanked red.\n\nNitta was in femmeboi heaven. Who needed the likes of Tifa, Aerith, Midna and Zelda when he had a couple of cock-draining, cum-milking holes on call? Something about the contrast between Cloud and Link’s blushing, moaning faggotry and the ideal that everyone had of them, as powerful and unyielding heroes, made him enjoy fucking their asses far more than he would have enjoyed fucking the women. It was Link’s quivering asshole that finally forced him over the edge, and he buried himself to the hilt and breathed out several gasping pejorative remarks as he came powerfully; his cum was so thick he could almost feel the fat sperm blast stretching his piss-pipe on the way out!\n\nJust as amazing as the orgasm, which was mind-blowing, as the look of pouting jealousy that Cloud had on his face, looking back over his shoulder as Nitta’s sperm blew into Link’s ass - a look that made it clear he wanted his share of the cum! Thus, even in the throes of bust the biggest nut of his life, Nitta pulled out his spurting pipe and shoved it into Cloud for the second-half of his climax, delivering five or more spurts of semen deep into his bowels that were as copious and thick as those he’d fired into Link.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe feeling of using and discarding the two of them was utterly satisfying for Nitta, and once he was spent, he pushed hard, bracing his palms on their soft flesh and disentangling himself, scotting backward to a sitting position on the tatami mats to examine his handiwork. Cloud and Link, chest to chest, eyes rolled and half-lidded, tongues out, their smooth, small cocks rubbing together and leaking watery cum, their round, bubbly boy butts framing assholes that were lewdly leaking creampies of his thick cum!\n\nThat’ll show those pretty boys!\n\nIn the aftermath he directed them to make out with each other while he watched, then to suck each others’ pathetic, softening cocks. After about fifteen minutes of this, he found that he was rapidly approaching a state of readiness once again. \"You boys better be ready,\" he warned. \"Because I paid for the whole night... and I’m gonna fuck you two until morning!\"\n\nThe combined look of embarrassment and excitement on their faces was exactly what he’d hoped for.\n\nEPILOGUE\n\nNitta relaxed on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, with Cloud snuggled against one hip and Link against the other. Each ‘hero’ was kissing and trailing his soft tongue around one of Nitta’s nipples, while maintaining wide, submissive, tearful eye contact. Each of his hands had a grip on a bubbly, supple ass-cheek, one per partner, and they in turn had one hand each on his cock, jerking it slowly and seductively as they worshiped his body.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe’d been fucking them for most of the night, reshaping their assholes into the impression of his dick, and now, thanks to their attentions, was on the verge of blowing again. He sank his hands into Link’s mane of feathery pretty-boy hair and dragged his face down, lifting his hips and obscenely shoving his cock into the mute Hyrulian’s mouth, grunting as he exploded with fat ropes of sperm all over Link’s tongue. Link’s cheeks bulged out and the sound of spurting semen was audible as twin strands of it poured back out his nose.\n\n\"Take my cum!\" he grunted, not for the first time and, he planned, not for the last. Link moaned through his mouth full and Cloud moaned too, in jealousy, before Nitta withdrew and sighed contentedly, gesturing from one sissy to the other.\n\n\"Share it, fags,\" he ordered, and as the two of them pressed their pert lips together, their flawless cheekbones and long eyelashes showing their true effeminate natures all over again, Nitta closed his eyes for a moment in post-orgasmic contentment, listening to them purr like kittens as they snowballed his cum. He’d turned to world-beating heroes into his personal cum toilets! It was the greatest feeling in the world.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIt turned out to be fleeting. For when he opened his eyes, he was back in his bathtub, the water lukewarm, smelling the familiar scents of mildew and soap. He wheezed out a breath in surprise and looked around, pressing his hands against the sweaty tile wall as if confirming it was real. He had arrived at the Between Worlds Soapland without any explanation, and had made a conscious decision not to question why. Now, he was back home, also without explanation... and from the heat remaining in the water, it seemed as few as fifteen minutes had passed.\n\n\"Fuck,\" he muttered, slumping down. No one would ever know, or believe him even if he told them, that for one night he’d been a big shot who turned two annoyingly pretty bishie bitches into his personal butt-boys. Why had he been chosen? Would he ever be able to get back? He didn’t know.\n\nAll he could do was carry on.\n\n\"I gave him a Final Fantasy Remake alright,\" he muttered, trying it on for size. \"I Remade his ass into the shape of my cock!\" It helped, a little. Sighing heavily, he lifted himself out of the bathtub. We would, he decided, put some pizza rolls in the microwave, crack open a beer, and try to enjoy the rest of his evening.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters**\n\n1. **Jason**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described but implied to be younger than his neighbor, Mr. Hartley.\n - Personality: Nervous, eager, and somewhat inexperienced in sexual matters. He takes initiative and expresses enthusiasm for exploring various activities with Nina.\n - Special abilities: None mentioned in the story.\n - Relationships: Jason has a developing relationship with Nina, who is married to Mr. Hartley. However, their interactions are primarily focused on their mutual desires and interests.\n\n2. **Nina (Mrs. Hartley)**:\n - Appearance: Described as attractive, mature, and having a neatly trimmed bush under her skirt.\n - Personality: Confident, open-minded, and willing to discuss her desires and limits. She appears comfortable with her age and body, showcasing a sense of self-assurance.\n - Special abilities: Skilled in giving foot jobs, indicating some level of experience and comfort with intimate acts.\n - Relationships: Married to Mr. Hartley but seems to have a separate arrangement with Jason, prioritizing her own needs and desires.\n\n**Quirks and Traits**\n\n- **Age difference and power dynamics**: Nina's age and confidence create a dynamic where she is more assertive and experienced compared to Jason, who is younger and less confident.\n- **Sexual openness**: Both Nina and Jason exhibit a willingness to engage in open discussions about their desires, including unconventional activities such as anal play, rimming, and foot jobs.\n- **Comfort with intimacy**: Nina shows no hesitation in discussing her preferences and engaging in intimate acts, suggesting a high level of comfort with her body and relationships.\n\n**Items and Weapons**\n\n- **None explicitly mentioned**, except for the following objects which serve purposes beyond mere physical tools:\n\n * **Coffee table**: Serves as a surface for discussion and interaction between Jason and Nina.\n * **Short couch**: Provides a seating area where Jason and Nina engage in intimate conversations and activities.\n * **Towel**: Used by Nina to clean herself, Jason's stomach, and his penis after their encounter.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems**\n\n- **Marital Arrangement**: It is implied that Nina and Mr. Hartley have a consensual arrangement allowing Nina to pursue extramarital relationships, provided they do not disturb Mr. Hartley or compromise their home life.\n- **Communication and Consent**: Both Jason and Nina emphasize the importance of discussing their desires, limits, and expectations before engaging in any activity, demonstrating a commitment to mutual consent and respect.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details**\n\n- **Geography**: The setting appears to be a domestic environment within a residential house, possibly in a suburban area given the mention of a coffee table and short couch.\n- **Social Hierarchy**: The story touches upon themes of age, power dynamics, and marital arrangements, hinting at societal norms surrounding relationships and intimacy.\n- **Laws and Regulations**: There is no explicit mention of laws or regulations governing the activities depicted in the story; however, the narrative implies a context where such considerations are secondary to personal desires and agreements.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nNina invited me to sit at the coffee table, While she got us a beverage. She wanted to discuss how we proceeded from here.\nI sat on a short couch, I was a little nervous. Mr Hartley had all but told me to screw his wife. Miss Hartley was a very attractive woman. So I was thinking: It was too good to be true.\nShe came in, she had taken off her sweater, and unbuttoned her shirt half way. I could see her black lacy bra through her white shirt.\n\"Here we are Jason.\" She said putting down our drinks. \"I think it is best we talk about our wants, needs and limits; before we go any further.\" She sat next to me making sure our legs touched.\n\"You see Jason, I have always had a strong sexual need. And I was wondering if you would be willing to help me with that?\" She asked.\n\"Y y yeah.\" I stammered. I was blown away by her candour.\nShe put her hand on my lap. \"I know I’m very mature, for a guy your age. So in exchange for you taking care of my needs. I am of course willing to put up with a lot of abnormal acts. I also like being handled rather roughly.\" She looked me straight in the eye. \"What are your needs in this?\" She asked.\nI was thinking fast. She was selling herself short, like I was doing her a favour.\n\"I’d like anal.\" I said.\n\"Giving or receiving?\" She asked.\n\"Huh?\" I said, before her words made sense to me.\nShe smiled; \"Would you like fucking me in the ass, or would you like me to fuck you in the ass. I like anal, I often do it to myself. And I like rimming my partner. But I’m not very good at pegging.\"\n\"That sounds good\" I said after a moment's hesitation. I was squirming in my seat, as I was getting erect.\nShe noticed my discomfort. \"Jason, how about you take your pants off? You’re obviously not comfortable. I’ll take care of you, while we talk.\"\nI was overwhelmed by the offer. I couldn’t respond. I simply began undoing my belt. She leaned back against the opposite armrest to watch, and give me room.\nWith a bit of fumbling because I was nervous and rushing, I finally got my pants off. I noticed her looking at me biting her lip. She had spread her legs so her skirt rode up to her waist. With one foot on the seat. and the other on the floor. She tapped the foot on the seat. \"Sit down Jason and put your feet up.\" She taped her thigh where she wanted my feet.\nAs I sat I looked at her crotch, seeing she didn’t have any underwear. Under her skirt she had only a very neatly trimmed bush. I had to take short shallow breaths, to keep myself from jumping her, and plowing her into the sofa. I sat down and mirrored her position. When I put my foot up, she guided my leg outside of hers.\nI sat there with my crotch fully exposed, and she was staring with a predatory hunger. She lifted her bare feet up and gently pushed them against my phallus. \"Tell me Jason Have you ever had a foot job?\" She asked.\n\"Uh no.\" I answered. I was hypnotized by her smooth white feet, and her long thin toes with red nail polish.\nShe pushed one foot against the base of my cock, pressing on my urethra, above my testicles. With the other foot she pushed up my rod, to the head of my cock, caressing me with her toes. As she went down again she curled her toes, getting me as far in between her toes as she could. After she repeated this a couple of times, she switched feet and continued.\n\"You can’t say that again after tonight.\" She said.\nHer actions were smooth and practiced. I groaned, as she kept a constant pressure and speed. I had never felt anything like it.\n\"Shhh quiet Jason, this is one of the things we have to talk about.\" I was astonished that she still wanted to talk.\nShe was looking at my cock concentrating on her job. \"You’ll wake up my husband, he's a light sleeper. If you just want to get off, you can come over any time. And I can do this or blow you. But I’m a bit of a screamer, so when I need to be fucked, it’s always at your place.\" She looked at me with a serious face. \"I need to be fucked at least twice a week, or I wont take care of you.\" She stopped moving her feet, freezing them in place on my dick.\nI stared at her, not believing she would think I wouldn’t voluntaryfuck her, because of her age.\nI said: \"Nina I’ll fuck you every damn day of the week, if you want.\" She got an astonished look on her face. I went on, through clenched teeth. \"Could you please continue\" I was in vain thrusting up against her feet.\n\"Oh of course Jason...\" She continued stroking me. \"Sorry that was kind of mean.\" She smiled, as I lowered myself back into the sofa. I was in heaven as I enjoyed every crevasse and wrinkle on her feet, as she stroked me steadily.\n\"So Jason, every day of the week. Is that a promise?\" She asked, biting her lip.\n\"I’ll fuck you three times a day, if you’ll let me.\" I knew I was losing the upper hand badly. I just needed her to finish.\n\"That’s a bit much even for me Jason.\" She laughed. \"You like getting head?\" She asked.\n\"Of course,\" I said, gasping for air.\n\"Then I guess we’ll have a lot of sex in the foreseeable future. Now a reward.\" She moved her feet to either side pressing the bottoms against my cock. The bottom of her feet in full contact with the length of my cock. She stroked up, curling her feet around the head of my cock. and down letting her heels stroke my balls.\nAs she sped up, I clenched my teeth to keep me from screaming out. I was arching backwards on the sofa. I came hard, I was blacking out, and Nina slowed down. But didn’t stop until my ass was back on the couch.\n\"Thank you.\" I said gasping for air.\n\"Any time Jason I love doing it. And it's very gratifying seeing someone enjoying it so much.\" She smiled. And like a magician pulled a towel from under the sofa. She put it on my stomach, and put her feet on the towel. With a few economical movements she had wiped her feet, my stomach and my dick clean.\nI was surprised at her efficiency. I was wondering if she had planned on doing me on the couch.\nShe smiled at me, as she stood up and adjusted her clothes. \"When will you be up tomorrow?\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Garrett**: \n * Age: Middle-aged (exact age not specified)\n * Appearance: Shaggy hair, unkempt beard, grizzled skin\n * Personality: Gruff, protective, self-sufficient, possibly lonely\n * Special abilities: Intuition or instinct that allows him to prepare for extreme weather events\n * Relationships: Has lived alone for thirty years; has no family or attachments\n2. **Marie**:\n * Age: Young adult (likely early twenties)\n * Appearance: Pretty face, long brown hair tied back in a ponytail\n * Personality: Resourceful, determined, independent, possibly vulnerable\n * Special abilities: None explicitly stated\n * Relationships: Has lost track of her migrant parents; has no attachments or family\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Garrett's intuition**: Allows him to prepare for extreme weather events.\n2. **Marie's resourcefulness**: Enables her to survive in harsh environments and adapt to new situations.\n3. **Garrett's rough demeanor**: Hides his vulnerability and loneliness.\n4. **Marie's boldness**: Allows her to take risks and assert herself in unfamiliar situations.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **357 revolver**: A firearm used by Garrett for defense.\n2. **Overalls**: Clothing worn by Garrett, which he is repairing throughout the story.\n3. **Parka and snow pants**: Expensive clothing worn by Marie, taken by Garrett as collateral.\n4. **Cologne**: Used by Garrett to mask his body odor.\n5. **Blankets and pillows**: Used by Marie to warm herself and sleep comfortably.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Climate shifts**: The world experiences unpredictable climate shifts, resulting in extreme temperatures and weather conditions.\n2. **Migration**: People migrate to temperate regions during each climate shift.\n3. **Survival**: Characters must adapt to harsh environments and find ways to survive.\n4. **Trade and commerce**: Value is placed on goods and services, with some items being highly prized (e.g., expensive clothing).\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Apocalyptic future**: The world has experienced catastrophic climate change, leading to widespread destruction and chaos.\n2. **Geography**: The story takes place in North America, with specific locations mentioned (e.g., Pittsburgh, Minneapolis).\n3. **Politics**: No explicit mention of government or politics, but migration and trade suggest a decentralized society.\n4. **Social hierarchy**: There seems to be a class system, with some people possessing valuable resources and others struggling to survive.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThey said it began the winter of 2014, but Garrett knew better. He had seen the \"polar vortex\" coming, as they called it at the time. How he had seen it coming even he couldn't explain. Call it intuition. Call it instinct. Call it being a child of the Appalachian wilderness.\n\nHe could feel the change in his bones. Like mother nature had gotten sick of acting like the mature, responsible adult in her relationship with man. Forgiving his transgressions. Overlooking his abuses. And, over time, decided it was her time to be the abuser. Her time to get angry.\n\nGarrett had seen it coming. So while the politicians talked, he prepared. While they endlessly argued about the causes, he stockpiled. While they paid tribute to the hundreds, to the thousands, to the millions dead, he built. While they argued still more about what to do now that the damage was already done, he trained.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIt wasn't like what the masses had expected. When they expected warmth, the temperature dropped. When they expected cold, the temperature rose. July 4, 2015, Houston, TX: -51°F. New Years Day, 2018, Chicago, IL: 123°F. Labor Day, 2019, Phoenix, AZ: 148°F. Valentine's Day, 2025, Minneapolis, MN: -90°F.\n\nThe extremes were brutal and unpredictable. Seasons became only relative measures of warmth and cold as the earth's climate heaved like a woman giving birth. Swinging through cycles in 3, 5, sometimes 7 year shifts. No one could stop it. No one could predict it.\n\nAnd so they didn't try. They migrated, like birds. Over 100 million people, the surviving population of the U.S., moving north and south in massive waves of humanity. Into the only regions that remained close to temperate during each climate shift. Only a handful staying behind in the cities. Barely holding onto civilization while mother nature demanded recompense for a century of debts.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nBut not Garrett. He was prepared. For anything.\n\nExcept, perhaps, for sewing. The middle aged man growled angrily as the needle stabbed his tough, leathery skin again. Once upon a time, he had taught himself how to sew. He was pretty good at it, actually. But two decades of heat and cold – and age – had turned his fingers into clubs. And the torn overalls he now tried to repair were quickly becoming more frustrating than they were worth.\n\nThe fire crackled in the quiet room and he sat up straight. His ears straining over the sounds of wood fire and howling wind. Crunching. Snow underfoot. Rhythmic but uneven. Someone was approaching his cabin. Stumbling toward his door.\n\nHe grabbed the 357 revolver from it's niche beside his dining table and took a defensive position next to the heavy wood door. Seconds later he heard the banging of fists against it.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Help!\" The voice was high and feminine, almost the same pitch as the wind blowing over his chimney.\n\n\"Please! Help me!\" Garrett pursed his lips. He wasn't in the habit of helping strangers. Especially with armed thugs robbing people for a book of matches. But she might have something valuable on her. And her voice sounded genuinely desperate.\n\nHe opened the hatch to the tiny peephole he had drilled in the door, breaking it away from a surrounding chunk of ice with the butt of his gun. The moonlight was dim, but his eyes slowly shifted. A single woman stood huddled in the snowdrift. Her body bundled in a heavy parka and snow pants. The garments were expensive twenty years ago. They were priceless today.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWith a quick plan and a grunt, Garrett lifted the heavy 4x4 post barring the door and swung it open.\n\n\"Thank you! Than- OH!\" In a single motion, he grabbed the young woman by the arm and tossed her like a rag doll into his home, then swung the door shut behind her. The gun was quickly trained on her fearful form in the middle of the room.\n\n\"You alone?\" He barked. She stared up at him, wide eyed at the gun pointed at her.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Are you alone?\" He repeated. She nodded hesitantly. She seemed genuinely frightened. Not the look of someone with reinforcements ready to rescue her. He relaxed his grip on the gun.\n\n\"Take off your clothes.\"\n\nShe blinked in surprise. \"What?\"\n\n\"Take off your clothes.\" He growled. \"Or go back out in the snow.\"\n\n\"Why?\" She insisted.\n\nHe said nothing. He owed her nothing. He was the one being generous here. Slowly, she removed her parka, revealing a pretty face, no more than twenty years old, and long brown hair tied back in a pony tail.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Give it here.\" He demanded. She tossed the bright purple coat over to him. He was right. It was expensive. As was the insulated clothing she wore under it. He stuffed it in a footlocker behind him.\n\n\"Two reasons,\" He offered, rewarding her obedience with an explanation. \"One, I need to make sure you're not carrying a weapon.\" He grabbed her boots and snow pants from her as they came off. \"And two, I need collateral.\"\n\n\"Collateral?\" She asked, staring at him in a layer of stretchy, synthetic fiber that clung tightly to her trim body.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe grew stern. \"All of it.\" He expected her to refuse. To begin balling and begging for mercy. Or bargaining for her modesty with money. She did neither. Instead, she began to undress.\n\nPursing her lips, the newfound warmth in her body making her both more compliant and more frustrated with the situation, the girl proceeded to remove the rest of her clothing. Inch by inch a strong, lithe body came into view. Healthier than anyone he had seen in a long time. Stunningly beautiful.\n\nThe sight of her standing naked before him made Garrett smile. Aside from some twenty year old porn and a few weather-beaten strippers during his last trip into Pittsburgh, he hadn't seen a woman's body in a very long time. Certainly not a body this attractive.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Collateral.\" He finally continued, making her wait naked and shivering in the middle of the room while he padlocked the chest into which he had put her clothes. \"You try to steal from me, I sell them. They're probably worth more than anything you could take from this cabin, anyway.\"\n\nShe sighed and nodded, covering herself as best she could with her hands. \"Fine. Not like I have a choice.\"\n\n\"No, you don't.\" He agreed. \"And speaking of money, how exactly will you be paying for your time here?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nFor the first time, she looked uncertain of herself and swallowed hard. \"Paying?\"\n\n\"Yes, paying.\" He reiterated, taking a step toward her. \"That heat you're enjoying isn't free. Neither is the food I'm sure you're going to want to eat from my pantry.\"\n\nShe glanced back and forth between his face and his right hand nervously, eyeing the gun he still held. \"I... don't have any money.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"That's a problem.\" Garrett responded, approaching still closer. \"I suppose you could trade me that lovely coat of yours.\"\n\n\"How would I leave?\" She asked incredulously.\n\n\"Through the front door. Into the snow. You might get a half a mile without it, if the weather cooperates.\" He was menacingly close now, towering over her with shaggy hair, a long unkempt beard, and grizzled skin.\n\nShe stared up at him, her expression slowly growing less fearful and more defiant. \"I can help you.\"\n\nHe laughed wryly, but it sounded more like a growl. \"I've lived out here, alone, for thirty years. What can you possibly offer me?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe paused, as if making up her mind, then dropped her hands and let him see her body. \"Maybe... a woman's touch?\"\n\n\"I don't need decorating tips.\"\n\nShe stepped forward and he felt her hands reach for the zipper of his canvas overalls, her eyes sparkling as she did so. \"I don't mean that kind of touch.\"\n\nHe smirked, sizing her up. Her previous boldness making sense now. \"You done this before, little girl?\"\n\nAs if in response, she slipped her hand through the fly and fished for his cock, wrapping her fingers around it in a cool grip that made his skin tingle.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I've done what I need to survive.\" Dropping to her knees, she pulled his manhood through the opening and took him into her mouth. Her hands may have been cold, but her lips and tongue were plenty warm as he quickly stiffened under their touch.\n\n\"Mmm...\" He murmured, finally setting the gun on the table behind him. \"It's been a long time. A long, long time.\"\n\n\"You sure I don't have anything to offer?\" She joked, pausing to jack him off with the thick layer of saliva she left behind.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Stop talking.\" Garrett grunted, grabbing her head and pulling her mouth back onto his cock. She was right of course. He tried to pretend that he was utterly self-sufficient. Without need of anyone else in the whole world. But the fellatio she gave him now proved him wrong.\n\n\"What's your name?\" He asked after a few minutes, releasing his hold on her head.\n\n\"Oh, so now I'm allowed to talk?\" She asked sarcastically.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yes.\" He answered brutishly. \"What is it?\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes. \"Marie. And yours?\"\n\n\"Garrett.\"\n\n\"Nice to meet you Garrett.\" Comically, they shook hands like two guests meeting at a party, even as she knelt naked before his dick, wet with her saliva. \"So we're being civilized now?\"\n\nHe was in no mood for her attitude. \"You finish here, I give you dinner.\"\n\n\"And after dinner?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe shrugged. \"We'll see.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"I can live with that.\" With renewed fervor, Marie set to work on pleasuring Garrett with her mouth. The promise of a hot meal bringing new energy to her work.\n\n\"Fuck.\" Garrett groaned, grabbing her head once again. He couldn't remember the last time he had gotten a blowjob, but this felt exceptional nonetheless. Exceptional and long over due.\n\n\"That's it. That's it.\" He sighed. \"Don't... stop... fuck.\" Clawing his fingers through her hair, he held her in place as his body spasmed and semen surged over her tongue. The taste of cum filling her mouth, Marie lurched against his grip, refusing it swallow it. Allowing the gooey white load to flow out the corners of her mouth. Splattering in messy strings across her neck, breasts, and the floor beneath her. Until he finally released his hold and sent her stumbling backwards.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe spit out the remaining contents of her mouth and wiped it away with the back of her hand, gasping for breath. Garrett, meanwhile, simply took a deep breath and put his dick away. He walked to the sink and threw a rag at her, making her yelp at the cold, wet cloth.\n\n\"Clean up your mess. I'll check on dinner.\"\n\nMarie glared at him angrily for a moment, then sighed and shook her head, washing the semen and spittle from her face and body before wiping up the floor.\n\n\"Can I at least have some clothes back?\" She asked tossing the rag back into the sink. \"I'm freezing.\"\n\nHe looked at her sideways from beside the pot of soup that he had just transferred from the fireplace to the counter. \"No, you were freezing. Then I let you in. Now you're not.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe rolled her eyes. \"Come on, man. Something? Anything?\"\n\n\"There's a blanket by the fireplace.\" He permitted reluctantly.\n\n\"Thanks.\" She spat back sarcastically. She wandered over to the fireplace and grabbed the wool blanket from its hook, wrapping the fire-warmed fabric around her naked torso. Truth be told, what he had given her was probably warmer than any of the clothing locked away and she knew it.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Garrett**: \n * Age: Middle-aged (exact age not specified)\n * Appearance: Shaggy hair, unkempt beard, grizzled skin\n * Personality: Gruff, protective, self-sufficient, possibly lonely\n * Special abilities: Intuition or instinct that allows him to prepare for extreme weather events\n * Relationships: Has lived alone for thirty years; has no family or attachments\n2. **Marie**:\n * Age: Young adult (likely early twenties)\n * Appearance: Pretty face, long brown hair tied back in a ponytail\n * Personality: Resourceful, determined, independent, possibly vulnerable\n * Special abilities: None explicitly stated\n * Relationships: Has lost track of her migrant parents; has no attachments or family\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Garrett's intuition**: Allows him to prepare for extreme weather events.\n2. **Marie's resourcefulness**: Enables her to survive in harsh environments and adapt to new situations.\n3. **Garrett's rough demeanor**: Hides his vulnerability and loneliness.\n4. **Marie's boldness**: Allows her to take risks and assert herself in unfamiliar situations.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **357 revolver**: A firearm used by Garrett for defense.\n2. **Overalls**: Clothing worn by Garrett, which he is repairing throughout the story.\n3. **Parka and snow pants**: Expensive clothing worn by Marie, taken by Garrett as collateral.\n4. **Cologne**: Used by Garrett to mask his body odor.\n5. **Blankets and pillows**: Used by Marie to warm herself and sleep comfortably.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Climate shifts**: The world experiences unpredictable climate shifts, resulting in extreme temperatures and weather conditions.\n2. **Migration**: People migrate to temperate regions during each climate shift.\n3. **Survival**: Characters must adapt to harsh environments and find ways to survive.\n4. **Trade and commerce**: Value is placed on goods and services, with some items being highly prized (e.g., expensive clothing).\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Apocalyptic future**: The world has experienced catastrophic climate change, leading to widespread destruction and chaos.\n2. **Geography**: The story takes place in North America, with specific locations mentioned (e.g., Pittsburgh, Minneapolis).\n3. **Politics**: No explicit mention of government or politics, but migration and trade suggest a decentralized society.\n4. **Social hierarchy**: There seems to be a class system, with some people possessing valuable resources and others struggling to survive.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"So how cold is it out there anyway?\" She asked, crouching by the burning logs to warm herself.\n\nGarrett was unused to small talk and it showed. \"What does it matter? We're not out there.\"\n\n\"Geez, I'm just curious.\" She scowled.\n\nHe let out a sigh. \"Thermometer bottoms out at -60. Below that.\"\n\n\"Shit.\" Marie gasped. \"I really would have frozen to death.\"\n\nGarrett nodded, then glanced back at her. \"What were you doing out there anyway?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Trying to get from Philly to Pittsburgh. Snowmobile ran out of gas. I thought I could make it on foot. Probably should have just made camp, huh?\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"You would have died either way.\"\n\nShe snickered at the grim assessment. \"Thanks.\" She crept up behind him. \"What are we having anyway?\"\n\nGarrett stifled a growl at her unwanted intrusion into his cooking space. \"Potato soup.\"\n\n\"That all?\" He looked back at her with a glare and she smiled. \"I'm kidding. Lighten up. Potato soup is great.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe snorted at her joke. \"There are bowls in the cupboard.\"\n\nMarie peered inside and pulled out the only two bowls with a laugh. \"Glad I didn't bring company.\"\n\n\"If you had brought company, you'd be dead in the snow right now.\" He offered. \"I don't like strangers.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Really? With your handsome charm and bubbly personality? I never would have guessed.\"\n\nHe yanked the bowls from her hand. \"You're awfully smug for someone who just sucked my cock for a bowl of soup.\"\n\nShe pursed her lips, her expression growing even more haughty and disdainful. \"I try to find a silver lining in bad situations.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"And what's the silver lining here?\" He asked, handing her a full bowl.\n\n\"At least I'm getting a bowl of soup out of it. I've sucked cock for a lot less.\"\n\nA grin broke through his gruff exterior and he allowed himself to move past his frustration. \"Fair enough.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nPushing aside the half-sewn overalls he had been working on, the pair sat across from each other at the cabin's only table.\n\n\"This is a nice place you've got here.\" Marie commented, glancing around the room as she ate. \"Running water. Fireplace. Kinda cozy, in a serial killer sort of way.\"\n\nGarrett grunted at her compliment, but said nothing else. Allowing a deep silence to descend upon their eating. Which made it even more surprising when he was the one to finally break it.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"What's in Pittsburgh?\"\n\n\"Huh?\" Marie asked in surprise.\n\n\"Pittsburgh. You said you were going there.\"\n\n\"Oh right.\" She nodded. \"Actually... nothing.\"\n\n\"Nothing?\"\n\n\"Nope.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nGarrett scowled at her. \"You risked your life... traveled 200 miles... for nothing.\"\n\nMarie shrugged. \"I needed to get away. I don't stay in one place very long.\"\n\n\"You got any family? Parents?\"\n\n\"Probably.\" She answered flatly. \"They're migrants. Lost track of them a couple years ago.\" He nodded and grew quiet again. They weren't so unalike, in some ways. No family. No attachments. Marie used her freedom to move around. Garrett used his to stay put. But neither of them had any interest in impractical things like relationships or friendship.\n\n\"You done?\" He asked as she slurped the last drops from the bowl in a thoroughly unladylike manner. She wiped her mouth with her hand and nodded.\n\n\"It was good.\" He took the bowls to the sink and rinsed them out, not bothering to wash them any more than he had to, as was his habit. He felt Marie come up behind him, her pale white arms wrapping around his torso as she pressed her body against his.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"So...\" She whispered in his ear. \"What now?\"\n\nHe had a good idea of what came next, but decided to play dumb. \"Usually, after dinner I go to sleep.\"\n\n\"Can I join you?\" He felt her hands move lower, reaching for his manhood through his clothes. He turned and discovered that she had left the blanket covering her behind.\n\n\"Sure, but I'm not sure how comfortable you'll be. I don't have a bed.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe blinked and looked around, surprised by the observation. \"Huh... where do you sleep?\"\n\n\"On the floor, in front of the fireplace.\"\n\nShe nodded and turned back to him. \"Sounds cozy.\"\n\nHe chuckled. \"It's not. But it's warm.\"\n\n\"That's all I'm looking for.\" She looked around the cabin again. \"So, you don't have a bed. Do you have a bathroom?\"\n\n\"Yeah, it's through that door.\" She flashed him an appreciative grin and pranced her naked butt into the second of the cabin's only two above ground rooms. Garrett sighed and shook his head. Try as he might to deny it, he was beginning to like her.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nTugging off his boots and unzipping his overalls, a familiar aroma of body odor wafted towards his nostrils. He hadn't bathed in weeks. Nor shaved. Nor groomed in pretty much any way. He wandered over to a nearby shelf and retrieved an ancient bottle of cologne. Spraying it where he thought he needed it most, then quickly putting it away as the bathroom door reopened.\n\nMarie smelled it almost immediately. \"Garrett, are you trying to impress me?\"\n\nHe opened his mouth for an explanation, but nothing came out. She had caught him red handed. If not trying to impress her, at least trying not to offend her.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"There's... um... some blankets and pillows in that dresser.\" He suggested awkwardly, turning away from her and pretending to busy himself with the still unrepaired overalls on the table.\n\n\"What happened to those?\" She appeared beside him unexpectedly, causing him to stab himself in the thumb with the needle once again.\n\nWincing, Garrett sucked the droplet of blood away. \"Tore them chopping wood.\" He murmured.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"So that's where these muscles came from.\" She noted, running her hands over his strong shoulders, her surprisingly soft fingers feeling delicious on his skin.\n\n\"Suppose so.\" He grunted, trying to look unimpressed as she massaged the knots in his neck and delts, but secretly delighting in the feminine touch.\n\n\"Come here. I'm cold.\" She urged him, tugging on his arm as she pulled him toward the makeshift bed. He wondered what he looked like to her. A big hairy brute probably. At least a foot taller than her. Almost twice her weight. While she danced ahead of him like a porcelain snow fairy.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe pulled back the covers and they climbed underneath together. The warmth of the fire suddenly felt inconsequential compared to the warmth of their bodies. He leaned in to kiss her, but she giggled as their lips met.\n\n\"Sorry. It's just... that's a lot of facial hair.\"\n\nHe shrugged, somewhat sheepishly. \"It keeps me warm.\"\n\n\"I bet.\" She reached up and laid her hand upon his cheek. Letting her fingers comb through the tangle of his course beard in firm gentle strokes, each knot slowly yielding to her touch until the length became almost soft under her fingers.\n\n\"You're beautiful.\" He hadn't intended to say it. Hadn't even intended to think it. Yet the words spilled out unbidden.\n\nMarie blushed. \"And you are... hairy.\" She finally giggled, letting her hand move to his chest and comb through the curly mat she found there. \"And strong.\" Her hand moved further south, across rock hard pecs and abs. \"And kinda sexy, in your own way.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHer fingers found their goal and wrapped around his stiff manhood. Tugging on it in quick, firm strokes. He leaned in to kiss her again and this time she let him. Allowing herself to melt into his embrace.\n\nGarrett hadn't been with a woman in over a decade, but somehow it seemed impossible to wait another second longer. Quickly, forcefully, he pushed Marie onto her back and climbed over her. For a moment, she seemed ready and eager for him to enter her. And then her eyes flew open.\n\n\"Fuck... wait.\" A look of anxiety swept over her eyes. \"You don't happen to have a condom, do you?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe question was almost absurd. \"If I did, it'd be older than you.\"\n\nShe sighed. \"I cannot get pregnant.\"\n\nHe scowled, trying to understand what that meant. \"OK?\"\n\nShe pursed her lips, then leaned up and kissed him quickly. \"You're lucky I like you.\" Scrambling underneath him, Marie flipped herself over onto her stomach, laying her head on her arm. \"Alright. Be gentle.\"\n\nGarrett stared down at her, trying to make sure he had put the pieces together correctly. \"You mean... but... are you sure?\"\n\nShe smiled, her eyes still closed, her body relaxed. \"You're not the first. You won't be the last.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nGarrett's heart leapt into his chest. He had never done this before. Never conceived of a situation where he would want to or need to. Yet, Marie had made him so desperate for release that the very thought drove him wild with lust.\n\nIf Garrett was out of practice with making love to a woman, he was completely unpracticed at this. Fumbling to find his mark, he slid a hand between her buttocks and probed for her backdoor. It felt impossibly tight to his touch. Marie giggled underneath him.\n\n\"Your hands are so rough. Here, this might help.\" She half spit, half drooled onto a pair of fingertips, then reached back and spread the saliva over her asshole. \"I'll guide you.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe felt his cock in her hand. Pulling him forward. Squirming between the beautifully soft cushions of her ass cheeks. Wedging against the tight orifice.\n\nHe pulled her hand away and took over. Pushing his cock against the muscle until he felt it give way. Stretching until he thought he would tear her in two. And then sliding into the tunnel behind.\n\nHe laid his body against hers. Bracing himself until he was comfortably pressed against her back. Letting his cock sit inside its newfound home. He kissed her cheek and heard a long, shaky breath whistle through Marie's lips.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You're beautiful.\" He repeated, this time with a conscious decision to do so.\n\nShe grinned, her face etched with tension. \"You are... big. Very big.\"\n\nTesting the waters, he inched himself out, then slid back in again. Marie's eyes flew open and then rolled back in head.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Does it hurt?\" He asked, half out of concern, half out of curiosity.\n\n\"Keep going.\"\n\n\"But does it -\"\n\n\"Keep going.\" She insisted. He complied, moving in and out in longer and longer strokes. Feeling the tight muscles of her anus ripple around his cock as he sodomized her.\n\nMarie's face was tense, but expressionless. A mask to whatever she felt as he moved through her with ever increasing speed.\n\n\"Harder.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nGarrett was surprised to hear the word. \"Are you-\"\n\n\"Harder.\" He felt her move underneath him. Pushing her ass against him. Grinding her buttocks against his pelvis, his cock keyholed inside her. \"Fuck me like a dog.\"\n\nHe backed up and pulled himself out, rising to an upright kneeling position as she moved onto all fours. He had no difficulty finding his target this time. Nor any difficulty getting inside. On the contrary, his cock squeezed into her asshole with surprising ease. In moments, he was pounding his cock inside it. Clutching her hips tightly as his own thrust forward with breathtaking speed.\n\n\"Fuck yes!\" Marie screamed, tossing her head forward. One hand clutching the blanket until her knuckled turned bright white. The other, reaching underneath her to rub at her pussy. Masturbating furiously as he brutally penetrated her. Until suddenly her entire body shook in orgasm.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Garrett**: \n * Age: Middle-aged (exact age not specified)\n * Appearance: Shaggy hair, unkempt beard, grizzled skin\n * Personality: Gruff, protective, self-sufficient, possibly lonely\n * Special abilities: Intuition or instinct that allows him to prepare for extreme weather events\n * Relationships: Has lived alone for thirty years; has no family or attachments\n2. **Marie**:\n * Age: Young adult (likely early twenties)\n * Appearance: Pretty face, long brown hair tied back in a ponytail\n * Personality: Resourceful, determined, independent, possibly vulnerable\n * Special abilities: None explicitly stated\n * Relationships: Has lost track of her migrant parents; has no attachments or family\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Garrett's intuition**: Allows him to prepare for extreme weather events.\n2. **Marie's resourcefulness**: Enables her to survive in harsh environments and adapt to new situations.\n3. **Garrett's rough demeanor**: Hides his vulnerability and loneliness.\n4. **Marie's boldness**: Allows her to take risks and assert herself in unfamiliar situations.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **357 revolver**: A firearm used by Garrett for defense.\n2. **Overalls**: Clothing worn by Garrett, which he is repairing throughout the story.\n3. **Parka and snow pants**: Expensive clothing worn by Marie, taken by Garrett as collateral.\n4. **Cologne**: Used by Garrett to mask his body odor.\n5. **Blankets and pillows**: Used by Marie to warm herself and sleep comfortably.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Climate shifts**: The world experiences unpredictable climate shifts, resulting in extreme temperatures and weather conditions.\n2. **Migration**: People migrate to temperate regions during each climate shift.\n3. **Survival**: Characters must adapt to harsh environments and find ways to survive.\n4. **Trade and commerce**: Value is placed on goods and services, with some items being highly prized (e.g., expensive clothing).\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Apocalyptic future**: The world has experienced catastrophic climate change, leading to widespread destruction and chaos.\n2. **Geography**: The story takes place in North America, with specific locations mentioned (e.g., Pittsburgh, Minneapolis).\n3. **Politics**: No explicit mention of government or politics, but migration and trade suggest a decentralized society.\n4. **Social hierarchy**: There seems to be a class system, with some people possessing valuable resources and others struggling to survive.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe pulled away and quickly crawled around to face him. Her cheeks were flushed red, her eyes red with tears, but a tremendous smile still lit up her face.\n\n\"Lay down.\" She demanded, pushing him backwards, off the blankets. Climbing on top of him. Straddling his cock. Reaching behind her and sliding it back into its tight forbidden entry.\n\nGarrett stared up at her in amazement. His mind numb by the young woman's wild sexuality and stunning beauty.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You like my tits, don't you?\" She asked rhetorically. Her tits? Yes, he liked her tits. Soft, round, and natural, they swayed delightfully on her chest as she rolled her hips on top of him. Sliding his cock in and out of her body.\n\nHe liked everything about her. From her tits to her wasplike waist to her creamy white skin, sparkling brown eyes, pouty pink lips. Had she been a statue, he would have worshipped her. She was a goddess to him.\n\nShe leaned over his body, straining to inch forward just enough for their lips to meet without taking him from her body. As she did, though, he caught her in his arms, lifted her up in his strong grasp, and pushed her onto her back. She pulled her legs back into a wide V and he crouched low between them, sliding cock back within her asshole.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe giggled. \"You're getting the hang of this.\"\n\nHe grinned devilishly down at her, pounding his cock merciless into her. \"Cum for me again. I want to watch you do it.\"\n\nShe smiled broadly and reached down between her legs. Swirling her fingers against her clit. Rubbing her pussy harder and more fervently. Until finally two fingers slipped inside her and she thrust them in and out of her pussy in time with his pistoning of her ass.\n\n\"That's it. That's it.\" She moaned, staring up at Garrett with longing in her eyes. Whimpering her every thought. \"So close. So close. Yes. Yes! Fuck yes!\" Her body shuddered again in orgasm. Twitching spastically as the climax rolled over her.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nFor Garrett, it was the last straw. Try as he might to hold off, he felt the orgasm coming without his permission. A great wave of cum emptying suddenly. Until his cock slowly withered inside her and he felt his seed trickle out onto the blankets beneath them.\n\nHe collapsed in a heap beside her. Her body glowing with perspiration, his body covered in sweat. \"You are beautiful.\" He offered for the third time.\n\nShe smiled and patted him on the chest. \"So I can stay the night?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe nodded. \"You can stay.\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters**\n\n1. **Sam**: Sam is the protagonist of the story. She appears to be a human with a close relationship with Renno. Her personality is described as genuinely bad for accidentally giving Renno a collar that has intimate connotations. Sam is shown to be caring, apologetic, and willing to learn.\n * Appearance: Not explicitly mentioned\n * Personality: Caring, apologetic, willing to learn\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned\n * Relationships: Close friend/romantic partner with Renno\n2. **Renno (Wolf Girl)**: Renno is Sam's wolf girl friend who possesses supernatural abilities due to her wolf heritage. She initially appears flustered and embarrassed by Sam's gift but eventually reveals her true feelings.\n * Appearance: Wolf ears and tail, fluffy ears, white hair\n * Personality: Initially flustered and embarrassed, later open and affectionate\n * Special Abilities: Possesses longer tongue than humans, can display wolf-like traits\n * Relationships: Close friend/romantic partner with Sam\n\n**Quirks and Traits**\n\n* **Intimate Connotations**: In this world, giving someone a collar can have intimate connotations, similar to those associated with dogs and their owners. This is a unique aspect of the universe and affects character interactions.\n* **Dominant/Submissive Dynamics**: The story explores dominant/submissive relationships, where one person takes charge and the other submits. This dynamic is influenced by the pack dynamics of wolves, which is discussed in the documentary.\n* **Petplay**: Petplay is a theme present throughout the story, where Renno is treated as a pet by Sam. This includes actions like petting her ears, calling her \"good girl,\" and rewarding her.\n\n**Items and Weapons**\n\n* **Black Leather Dog Collar**: The collar given to Renno by Sam serves as a symbol of intimacy and dominance. It holds significant meaning in the story and is used as a catalyst for the events that unfold.\n* **Documentary about Pack Dynamics**: A documentary about the pack dynamics of wolves is watched by Sam and Renno. This serves as a plot device to discuss the themes of dominance and submission.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems**\n\n* **Wolf Heritage**: Characters with wolf heritage possess supernatural abilities, such as longer tongues. This is not fully explored in the provided text but is an interesting aspect of the universe.\n* **Pack Dynamics**: The story touches upon the idea of pack dynamics in wolves, where dominant and submissive roles exist. This concept influences the dominant/submissive relationships between characters.\n* **Rules of Dominance**: While not explicitly stated, the rules of dominance seem to revolve around mutual consent and respect. Characters are encouraged to communicate openly about their desires and boundaries.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details**\n\n* **Geography**: Not explicitly mentioned\n* **Politics**: Not explicitly mentioned\n* **Social Hierarchies**: The social hierarchy seems to be based on pack dynamics, with dominant and submissive roles existing within relationships.\n* **Laws Governing the World**: Not explicitly mentioned<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThis story was written for the following prompt: \"You probably should have realized the intimate connotations of giving your Wolf Girl friend a collar. Even if it was clearly part of a joke, she’s still awfully flustered.\"\n\nContains: dominant/submissive, a woman with wolf ears and tail, a bit of mild petplay.\n\nI probably apologized about a dozen times over the course of the party, and each time she waved me off, muttering it was nothing while not meeting my eyes. I felt genuinely bad about getting her so flustered in front of everyone, especially the other wolves who had teased her mercilessly. The humans laughed it off after a couple minutes and probably forgot about the whole thing, but there was obviously a level of context to my gift that her mumbled explanations didn't get across. Having come by myself, I ended up staying late as everyone else filed out in little groups, going out to their cars or calling rides. I started clearing party debris off the kitchen table as a small way to help out, and by the time I was nearly finished, I realized the birthday girl and I were the only ones still in the house. She came in to dump a bunch of ribbons and shredded wrapping paper in the trash, then turned around and started when she noticed me.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"S-Sam!\" She put a hand on her chest, her fluffy ears unflattening as her surprise faded. \"Oh, you scared me... I thought everyone was gone.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I just thought I might... help out.\" I wiggled the paper plates I had been about to throw away. \"Sorry to startle you.\"\n\n\"No, it’s fine,\" she said, and added under her breath, \"Not the first time tonight...\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"And, um, sorry again about the collar, it was really thoughtless of me...\"\n\n\"It- It doesn’t bother me,\" she muttered, looking away from me as another blush rose to her pale cheeks.\n\n\"No, you know what?\" I said, suddenly determined to make this right. \"Hold on a second.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI went to the living room and searched through the mess of presents, finding the black leather dog collar I had presented her with. Clutching it in my fist, I hurried back to the kitchen and held the wretched thing over the trash.\n\n\"Renno, you keep saying it’s fine, but I feel like I did something stupid that really hurt you. So, please forgive me, if you can.\"\n\nBefore I could drop the collar, her hand closed around mine, soft and warm. I stared at her in surprise as she tried to find words.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Sam...\" She squeezed her eyes shut, sighing as the pinkness returned to her cheeks and she released her grasp on me. \"Sam, I appreciate the gesture. But... I don’t... You... You didn’t know what you were doing, okay? It was just a joke. It wasn’t what I thought it was. Don’t throw away a perfectly good collar.\"\n\n\"Oh... what did you think it was?\" I asked, curious despite my relief. \"I didn’t get most of the explanation. Just that it’s an... intimate thing.\"\n\n\"It’s not much more than it sounds like,\" she mumbled, looking down. \"Put a collar on a wolf, what does that mean? A dog. And a dogmumblemumblemumble.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Sorry?\"\n\n\"And a dog has an owner,\" she repeated louder, blushing furiously. It took me a moment to process what she meant.\n\n\"Oh.Oh.Like they... Oh.\" I was pretty sure I was blushing too now. \"Is that... a common thing?\"\n\nShe shrugged slightly, still staring at her feet. \"More than humans would think. So when you gave it to me, for a second I hoped...\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe trailed off. After a few moments, she clamped a hand over her mouth. A small whine escaped her as I stared at her now bright-red face.\n\n\"You ‘hoped’...?\" I said slowly, not quite believing my ears.\n\nShe shifted her hand enough to whisper, \"That was not the word I meant to use.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI knew she was in a molten crucible of embarrassment right now, but I had to know. I couldn’t live without asking the question. \"Is it... inaccurate?\"\n\nIt felt like my heart stopped until she, very slightly, shook her head. Then I just felt faint.\n\n\"Oh.\" I swallowed hard and realized I could think of absolutely nothing to say to that. My head spun as the extent of what she had just revealed became apparent. She... She thought of me that way... and she was into that kind of thing... and she wanted me to be her... and I... I mean I always thought she was cute... really fucking cute... and we were both single...<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI sat on the edge of the kitchen table, finding that my heart was pounding. What the hell could I say? There were so many things fighting for my attention, half of them conflicting and the other half requiring far more coherent thought than I was capable of at the moment. What...\n\nThere was a slight pain in my hand. Looking at it, it turned out to be the buckle of the collar pressing into my skin as I made a tight fist. The collar. The thing that had started all this. Maybe... actions spoke louder than words...\n\nI held it out to her, managing to mumble, \"If you- really want to...\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIt was a moment before her trembling hand reached out to take it. She slowly raised it to her neck, giving me a nervous, questioning look. I nodded, my mouth dry, and she fastened it on herself, quivering uncontrollably. The next thirty seconds felt like thirty years as we just stared not quite at each other.\n\n\"Wanna watch Netflix?\" I blurted.\n\n\"God yes,\" she breathed, relief rising off her like steam. I stood up too quickly and followed her to the living room, throwing everything in my mind on the backburner as she fumbled with the remote. We both needed time to process what had just happened.\n\nShe ended up picking a documentary about the pack dynamics of wolves - the four-legged kind. I would have found it incredibly on the nose, but it was already half-watched. Maybe this was just something she was interested in. No subtext whatsoever. Especially not with how she squirmed a little bit on the couch whenever the deep-voiced narrator talked about the relationship between the dominant and submissive members of the pack.\n\nI wasn't sure how long it had been by the time I found the will to speak again. As some wolves raced through the snow on screen, I cleared my throat and muttered, \"Um... so... what... what do you want me to do, exactly?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIn my peripheral vision, I could see that she was still staring straight ahead when she answered. \"Um... Just be... in control. W-Whatever you want... me to do... I will.\"\n\nI at least knew the very basics of... this kind of thing, but I was getting thrown in the deep end here. I’d never done anything more dominant than picking the position. Effectively being handed the other end of a leash was not something I was remotely prepared for, but... I wanted to try. For her sake, and because there was a deep-seated thrill of excitement inside me at the idea of what could happen.\n\n\"Okay,\" I said quietly. \"Um... tell me if you don’t want to do something. Or if I’m doing something bad. Don’t just... put up with it. I- I don’t want to hurt you.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe nodded. My heart was thrumming in my chest when I managed to speak again.\n\n\"Then... I want to pet your ears.\"\n\nShe visibly shivered, but nodded again, angling her head towards me. I swallowed heavily and reached out to feel one of the fluffy wolf ears that poked out of her shoulder-length white hair. I'd wanted to do this since basically the day I met her, but it was apparently something reserved for intimate partners. Now that I had that privilege, I greatly enjoyed exercising it, firmly rubbing the soft fur as her eyes fluttered closed and her posture lost some of its stiffness.\n\nIt wasn't until her head bumped against me that I realized she had been leaning into the touch. She jerked away, a hot blush rising to her cheeks, but I said, \"It’s okay... keep doing that if you want to.\"\n\nAfter a moment of embarrassed hesitation, she scooted closer on the couch and laid her head on my shoulder, her eyes squeezed shut. I resumed rubbing her ears, switching from one to the other and back again. All the attention seemed to relax her, and after a while I noticed a rhythmicthump-thumpnoise as her bushy tail wagged against the couch. I couldn’t help but grin, enjoying the feeling of her warm body snuggling into my side. This was... nice.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You like being petted, don’t you?\" I murmured, slipping my arm around her back to hold her.\n\n\"Yes, Mistress,\" she whispered, and it felt like a shock ran through my body, ending in a tingly heat between my legs. That one word put this situation under an entirely different light. It wasn’t me cuddling with a friend, or even me cuddling with a... more than friend. It was me cuddling with a pet.Mypet. I shivered with sudden excitement, unintentionally tightening my grip around her waist and pulling her against me.\n\n\"What... What do you want to do for your M-Mistress...?\" I managed eventually, my mouth dry.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I want to make her happy,\" she mumbled against my shoulder, her voice tiny.\n\n\"Then- go ahead...\" Having her set the pace was probably the best way to do things. I wasn’t sure how much she wanted and how fast to go.\n\nShe shifted against my side, her hands coming up to gently keep my head facing forwards. I stared at the documentary that I had all but forgotten about and quivered when I felt her lips against my neck, beginning to plant a downwards trail of tingly kisses along my weak point that made me melt. When she reached the curve of my shoulder and started going up again, one of her hands moved down my chest, slipping under the hem of my shirt to tease upwards and make me shiver even more. I felt hot breath against my ear as she whispered, \"Does this make you happy...?\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters**\n\n1. **Sam**: Sam is the protagonist of the story. She appears to be a human with a close relationship with Renno. Her personality is described as genuinely bad for accidentally giving Renno a collar that has intimate connotations. Sam is shown to be caring, apologetic, and willing to learn.\n * Appearance: Not explicitly mentioned\n * Personality: Caring, apologetic, willing to learn\n * Special Abilities: None mentioned\n * Relationships: Close friend/romantic partner with Renno\n2. **Renno (Wolf Girl)**: Renno is Sam's wolf girl friend who possesses supernatural abilities due to her wolf heritage. She initially appears flustered and embarrassed by Sam's gift but eventually reveals her true feelings.\n * Appearance: Wolf ears and tail, fluffy ears, white hair\n * Personality: Initially flustered and embarrassed, later open and affectionate\n * Special Abilities: Possesses longer tongue than humans, can display wolf-like traits\n * Relationships: Close friend/romantic partner with Sam\n\n**Quirks and Traits**\n\n* **Intimate Connotations**: In this world, giving someone a collar can have intimate connotations, similar to those associated with dogs and their owners. This is a unique aspect of the universe and affects character interactions.\n* **Dominant/Submissive Dynamics**: The story explores dominant/submissive relationships, where one person takes charge and the other submits. This dynamic is influenced by the pack dynamics of wolves, which is discussed in the documentary.\n* **Petplay**: Petplay is a theme present throughout the story, where Renno is treated as a pet by Sam. This includes actions like petting her ears, calling her \"good girl,\" and rewarding her.\n\n**Items and Weapons**\n\n* **Black Leather Dog Collar**: The collar given to Renno by Sam serves as a symbol of intimacy and dominance. It holds significant meaning in the story and is used as a catalyst for the events that unfold.\n* **Documentary about Pack Dynamics**: A documentary about the pack dynamics of wolves is watched by Sam and Renno. This serves as a plot device to discuss the themes of dominance and submission.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems**\n\n* **Wolf Heritage**: Characters with wolf heritage possess supernatural abilities, such as longer tongues. This is not fully explored in the provided text but is an interesting aspect of the universe.\n* **Pack Dynamics**: The story touches upon the idea of pack dynamics in wolves, where dominant and submissive roles exist. This concept influences the dominant/submissive relationships between characters.\n* **Rules of Dominance**: While not explicitly stated, the rules of dominance seem to revolve around mutual consent and respect. Characters are encouraged to communicate openly about their desires and boundaries.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details**\n\n* **Geography**: Not explicitly mentioned\n* **Politics**: Not explicitly mentioned\n* **Social Hierarchies**: The social hierarchy seems to be based on pack dynamics, with dominant and submissive roles existing within relationships.\n* **Laws Governing the World**: Not explicitly mentioned<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yes...\" I said without thinking, and her hand moved up further. I tensed as her fingers slipped under my bra to squeeze my breasts, sending a hot spark to join the growing excitement in my core. Her lips traced over my sensitive neck as she toyed with my chest, thumbing my hard nipples and massaging the soft flesh until I couldn't take a steady breath to save my life. My heart was thrumming wildly, and it felt like it skipped a beat when she slipped off the couch to kneel between my legs. Her face was flushed, her tail was wagging, and her eyes held a questioning look.\n\n\"Mistress...?\" she prompted quietly, her hands resting on her knees. Now that we had actually gotten this far, it seemed like she was way less flustered than me. Maybe it wasn’t her first time in this position. I barely managed a nod, and she unbuttoned my pants, tugging them down along with my panties as I lifted myself off the couch. Little kisses followed the fabric as it went down my legs, eventually slipping off my feet to be tossed aside. I tried not to hyperventilate at the sight of my adorable wolf girl friend wearing a collar and basically licking her lips as she stared at my puffy folds.\n\nMy hand flew to my mouth as she leaned in, trailing kisses and licks and nibbles up my thighs until her face was buried between my legs. Her hot tongue teased over my slit, collecting all the of wetness I had already produced, then pushed forward to make more as I gasped. I knew that wolves had longer tongues than humans, but I didn’t reallyknowit until now. Muffled whimpers and moans escaped me as she explored my core, going deeper than I thought was possible. My thighs wrapped around her head and my free hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to stay exactly where she was. It seemed to encourage her to eat me out with even more enthusiasm, lapping at my clit in a frantic rhythm that had me crying out into my palm. It felt like my breath was being stolen away by the hot pleasure, leaving me to take short, gasping inhales as the tension in my belly built and built.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI took my hand away from my mouth at the wrong time and let out a loud moan, reaching the edge and tipping over into burning spasms of bliss. My legs trembled as my thighs squeezed her head tight, every nerve alight with sensation. Her tongue didn’t stop, dragging out the waves of pleasure that rocked my body until I was slumped back against the couch, panting hard.\n\n\"Fuck...\" I whispered, staring at the ceiling. I’d been single for way too long and almost forgot how good it could be. Renno knew exactly what she was doing. It felt like I could barely move, but I lifted my head to find her still sitting between my legs, wetness smeared all over her face as she stared up at me with those bright amber eyes. She was squirming a bit, her tail still rapidly moving side to side. I struggled to find something to say, and settled on what felt the most appropriate. \"Good girl.\"\n\nShe shivered, the flush in her cheeks growing more pronounced as a small smile quirked her lips. I was left struggling for words again.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Do... Do you want me to... reward you...?\" I asked finally, my own face heating. It felt ridiculous to be embarrassed about anything at this point, but I still wasn't used to talking this way.\n\n\"Y-Yes, Mistress...\"\n\n\"Then, um... take off your clothes.\" She obeyed with record speed, and I gaped at her naked body for a few moments. Where I had soft curves, she had the fit, toned form of a runner. Her thighs alone had me practically drooling, and the thought that she would let me do pretty much anything I wanted to her left me speechless. I stood up on shaky legs, reaching out to caress the lean muscle of her stomach and finding it soft and warm. My hands slid down, feeling her tremble as I traced over her hips to give her firm ass a squeeze. Her body had just enough give to make it incredibly satisfying, and I did it again, feeling the hot tingle of excitement return. I wasn’t the only one getting worked up; a bead of wetness was trailing down her thigh from her swollen lower lips. The obvious sign that she was enjoying this made me more confident, enough to find my voice again and order one hoarse word: \"Bedroom.\"\n\nShe moved without hesitation and I hurried after her, following her into the dark room and pushing her down to the bed before she could even turn on the light. The moonlight streaming through the window was enough to see her face by, and I found her lips with mine. She let out a little gasp and tensed for a moment, then melted underneath me, her hands coming up to hold my waist as our tongues tangled. I could taste my juices in her mouth, but I didn’t care. After being so nervous about everything else tonight, her mouth against mine was the one thing I could say I wanted with absolute certainty.\n\nWell, maybe one of two things. The little spark of arousal was returning to a full-grown inferno, leaving me wet and throbbing as I ground against her leg. I wanted her to make me come again.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nReluctantly pulling away from her lips, I shifted to straddle her the other way, putting my mouth above her dripping heat. I could smell the heady scent of her arousal, and she needed no prompting to force her tongue between my legs. I gasped, freezing for a moment, then lowered my head to lap at her folds, trying to focus on returning the pleasure and not the hot, blissful sparks shooting through me. Her taste was mild and sweet, nothing but an incentive to lap up more. She made little muffled noises against me as I figured out what she liked, licking along her hot, sensitive skin and teasing her clit. Her whole body went rigid when I took the stiff bundle of nerves between my lips and sucked, gently lashing it with my tongue all the while. She retaliated by slipping two fingers inside me, stroking along my front wall while lapping at my clit in the same rhythm.\n\nI gave a choked moan when she found what she was looking for. She rubbed that rough little spot and licked me at the same time, making me gasp and whine, clutching at her thighs as my own tightened around her head. I kept working my tongue as best I could, feeling like it was entirely inadequate to the pleasure she was lavishing upon me until she suddenly shuddered underneath me, crying out into my folds. Her legs twitched and her stomach flexed, her movements faltering as the orgasm washed over her. I tried to make her feel as good as possible, keeping her climax going until she was just panting underneath me.\n\nWith surprising speed, she dove back into my heat, finding the rhythm again and drawing out a moan. Now I had nothing to do but bask in the overwhelming sensation of her fingers and tongue on my most sensitive points, building up the pressure in my stomach until it felt like I would break.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nI did, in a sense. The orgasm wracked my entire body, ripping the breath from my lungs with moan after moan. I grabbed handfuls of the sheets as I tensed and shook, waves of ecstasy firing through every nerve. I felt like I was flying, or falling, losing all sense of control.\n\nRenno moved to cuddle alongside me, gently rubbing my folds as the sensation died away and aftershocks made me spasm. I was incredibly grateful for her solid, reassuring warmth against my side. I tried to breathe again, my heart winding down from a purr to a pounding beat as my body gradually came down from the peak. When I felt like I could move, I pulled her into a soft kiss and murmured, \"So... good... thank you...\"\n\nHer tail thumped gently against the bed, and I couldn't help the goofy smile that spread across my face.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAll comments and criticisms are welcome.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters**\n\n1. **White**: \n - Appearance: Topless, white boots, long white gloves, purple and black checkered stockings and gloves, a purple and black lace bra, and black lace panties.\n - Personality: Confident, assertive, and determined.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned explicitly.\n - Relationships:\n - Has a close relationship with Violet, as seen in their interactions throughout the story.\n - Engages in a sex scene with the priest, who later transforms into Alira (Succubus).\n2. **Violet**:\n - Appearance: Nearly translucent violet pantys, completely topless, white boots, and long white gloves.\n - Personality: Confident, playful, and adventurous.\n - Special Abilities: Can fly using her boots.\n - Relationships:\n - Close friendship with White, as evident in their banter and teamwork.\n - Has a brief interaction with a young girl in the forest, who is shy around her.\n3. **Pink**:\n - Appearance: One-piece pink dress with a heart embroidery on the chest, white boots.\n - Personality: Adventurous, kind-hearted, and open-minded.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned explicitly.\n - Relationships:\n - Part of the Color Agents team alongside Violet and White.\n - Interacts with a little green fairy in the forest, who helps her experience a unique encounter.\n4. **Alira (Succubus)**:\n - Appearance: Transformed from a priest after engaging in a sex scene with White.\n - Personality: Sinister, manipulative, and seductive.\n - Special Abilities: Can cast spells, transform into a succubus, and possess magical abilities.\n - Relationships:\n - Manipulates the priest before transforming into Alira.\n - Engages in a sex scene with Violet, who eventually defeats her.\n\n**Quirks and Traits**\n\n1. **Magical Abilities**: Some characters possess magical powers, demonstrated by Alira's spellcasting and the effects of certain mushrooms on Pink.\n2. **Supernatural Encounters**: The story features various supernatural encounters, including the transformation of the priest into Alira, the mystical forest, and the angelic Armour.\n3. **Unique Abilities**: Characters' special abilities, such as Violet's flying boots, are used throughout the story to facilitate their adventures.\n\n**Items and Weapons**\n\n1. **Boots**: Violet's boots allow her to fly, while White's boots seem to be similar or identical.\n2. **Mushrooms**: Certain mushrooms in the forest grant Pink unique experiences, including altered perception and intense physical sensations.\n3. **Golden Spirit**: A powerful entity trapped within the suit of angelic Armour, which grants immense power and energy when released.\n4. **Armour**: A suit of angelic Armour guards the golden spirit and serves as a formidable opponent for the Color Agents.\n5. **Communicator**: R.O.L.'s device allows the agents to communicate with each other and receive instructions.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems**\n\n1. **World Rules**: The story takes place in a world with magical entities, supernatural creatures, and advanced technology.\n2. **Magical System**: Magical abilities are present, but their exact workings are not fully explained.\n3. **Entity Trapping**: The golden spirit is trapped within the suit of angelic Armour, which can only be accessed by those deemed worthy.\n4. **Sacred Places**: Certain locations, like the old growth forest, hold spiritual significance and are guarded by powerful entities.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details**\n\n1. **Geography**: The story takes place in northern Scotland and features a mystical forest with ancient ruins.\n2. **Politics**: The world seems to have a complex social hierarchy, with some characters holding positions of authority (e.g., priests) and others possessing supernatural abilities.\n3. **Social Hierarchy**: The story implies a hierarchical structure, with the priest and Alira (as a succubus) holding positions of power and influence.\n4. **Technology**: Advanced technology exists, as evidenced by R.O.L.'s communicator and the space craft that evacuates the agents.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nColor Agents - The Mystical Forest\n\nR.O.L. has tracked down a golden piece in a remote town in northern Scotland. The agents, Violet in her white boots and long white gloves, nearly translucent violet pantys, and completely topless. White, with purple and black checkered stockings and gloves, a purple and black lace bra and black lace pantys. Pink, wearing a one piece pink dress with a heart embroidery on the chest and white boots, set off to a local church to hone in on the golden piece.\n\nAfter talking with the priest about the golden piece he agreed to tell them where it was, for a small favor of course...\n\nWhite was on her knees, stroking and licking the priests hard shaft. Light shawn through the stained glass, flowing over them as the priest began to get weak in the knees.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWhite : \"Mm, mmph .. ooh, you like that?\"\n\nPriest: \"Oh lass, your tung is truly a gift from the heavens.\"\n\nWhite ran her tung along his shaft before sliding his cock deep into her throat. His cock was pulsating in her mouth when it began to get hot. She gasped for air as the priest came all over her face, his cum dripping onto her outstretched tung and open mouth.\n\nPriest: \"Oh lord, have mercy. You have quite the sinful talents, but talents none the less lass.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWhite stood up and took a moment to compose herself before swallowing the cum in her mouth.\n\nViolet: With her tits puffed out she confidently declares \"Alright priest, now you're going to tell us where the golden piece is, or your pleasure will turn to pain.\"\n\nPriest: \"Calm down lass, the golden piece you speak resides within an old suit of angelic Armour. It can be found midst the ruins in the old growth forest behind the church, it shouldn't be too hard to find.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWhite: \"If the piece is easy to find, then why hasn't anyone else tried to take it?\"\n\nPriest: \"Well they say the ruins are a sacred place, guarded by the angelic Armour, surrounded by a mystical forest, so most people tend to shy away from such a place, even though none if it is true.\"\n\nPink: \"Don't worry, we can handle anything that comes our way.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nPriest :\"I'm sure you can lass, stay safe out there.\"\n\nAfter the girls had left the church the priest transformed into Alira (Succubus)\n\nAlira: \"ahahaHAHAHAAA!\"she laughed with the back of her hand covering her mouth, in a sinister tone. \"Those fools will find the golden piece for me, as they fall victim to the mystical forest, and when they can't take any more I'll swoop in and finish them off. She grinned as she thought of the agents being covered in cum, unable to stop her.\"\n\nThe three of them found a trail behind the church, leading into the forest. Huge trees towered over them as the spring flowers bloomed.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nPink:\"It's going to take way too long to find the place if we stay on the ground.\"\n\nWhite: \"We can cover more ground if we fly over the tree tops using our boots.\"\n\nViolet: \"All right, lets get airborne. If you find the ruins, send a beacon so we can regroup.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nPink and White both nodded and shot off into the sky splitting off left and right over the tree tops. Violet shot off down the path, flying midst the massive trees before rising above the tree line towards a mountain.\n\nViolet flew over a river and noticed something glistening down below, she decided to go down and check it out. To her surprise it was a young girl splashing her feet in the river. She was barefoot and wearing a green dress.\n\nViolet: \"Hey there, hows the water?\"\n\nThe girl looked at violet and blushed as she shyed away from looking at her huge breasts.\n\nLittle girl : \"U-um, hello, y-your naked. \"As the words fumbled in her mouth.\n\nViolet: \"Well of course, it would be a shame to hide a women's body under clothing, wouldn't it?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nLittle girl: \"um, well, isn't it ,e-embarrassing?\"\n\nViolet: \"Of course not, It frees the body. Having the slight breeze brush against your nipples is an amazing feeling, you know?\"The little girls cheeks turned red as she imagined what that might feel like.\n\nViolet: \"Oh, I almost forgot, you wouldn't know where the ruins are would you?\"\n\nLittle girl: \"t-t-the ruins, um, the ruins are...\"\n\nAs Pink was flying a little green fairy flew up in front her. She stopped and saw it fly around in little circles before diving below the tree line. Curious about the little creature she fly's down after it. The little fairy is trying to uproot a mushroom at the base of tree, Pink giggles at how adorable it is. She heads over and helps him pluck the mushroom. Straining a bit from the weight the fairy fly's up to her face and motions the mushroom towards her.\n\nPink:\"You want me to eat this?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe fairy nods his head in delight. Pink found the act of kindness to be absolutely adorable, and couldn't bear to refuse his offer. She let the plump little red mushroom rest on her tung for a moment before letting it fall into her mouth. It had a sweet taste to it but the texture was rough and spongy. After a few moment her vision began to distort and the fairy started to morph and stretch, changing colors every moment. She became dizzy and dropped to her bottom with her legs outstretched, her mouth drooling with her eyes lazily open.\n\nAll the colorful mushrooms began to grow, their stems whipped about in the air swaying and snaking their way towards Pink.\n\nSome of them grew into small mushroom people like large thick cocks with scrunched up faces. They seemed to be talking about something with the fairy. After a few moments the fairy whistled into the forest, and many other fairy's started to appear, hovering about.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe mushroom strands started to rub up against Pink, \"oooh.. yees that feels so good. \"Caressing her in their blindness. The sensation of having so many little squishy mushrooms grazing against her body was joyous and soothing, allowing the sensations to flow over her body.\n\nA few of the fairy's landed on her chest and started slicing at her dress with their little knifes as her boobs started bulge out. \"HAAUH\"she whimpered as her boobs burst out the dress, tossing the fairys back.\n\nAs the mushroom strands were rubbing her clit, small shocks pulsated into her pussy. Others started to push their way into her \"ooh yes, go deeper.. give me more, UOOH\". She licked her lips as colors of pleasure washed over her body.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe fairy's were licking her boobs and sucking her nipples relentlessly as they became hard. Another rested between her boobs getting his dick massaged as they bounced. \n\nOne of the mushroom people jumped into her mouth and starting sliding down her throat \"mmm..guh,guh.. cuch\", it's scrunched up face turned into a smile as she started to gag. She was drooling on either side of her mouth as more mushroom strands began to penetrate her ass, her eyes widened as she tried to moan sending deeper into her mouth.\n\nCum sprayed out of the fairy's cocks onto Pinks juicy tits, as the mushrooms strands went deeper into her. \"MMPH.. UHPH.. MMM\"The mushroom wiggled about as it came, sending cum bursting out of her mouth. The mushroom strands began to expand, and then cum was bursting out of Pinks pussy and ass \"OOOH YES, I'M GONNA COME..IT FEELS SO GOOD..DON't STOP, NEVER STOP.. OOOUHH. \"She played with the cum in her hands, the strands of cum were changing color before her eyes.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nPink: \"Oooo.. pretty colors. They're so warm and tasty. \"Her eyes were half shut with her mouth in a lazy smile. Sucking on her fingers as cum was still spurting out of her pussy.\n\nAs White flew over the tree tops she couldn't understand how the golden spirit could be trapped within a suit of Armour, alchemy perhaps? Her thoughts were broken when she spotted a clearing amongst the trees. Below her were the old ruins, stone pillars and broken slabs of rock. Outlining the husk of a once grand church.\n\nShe flew down and landed near a raised stage, and activated her beacon. A suit of angelic Armour stood guard before her, dormant. The Armour had crosses and Victorian patterns throughout its metal skin, and had a prominent golden cross on the face of the helmet. White walked up the stone steps onto the stage, her tits began to swell as she got closer to the Armour. A golden light began to flow out of it as it began to move.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWhite: \"(How the hell am I supposed to extract the golden piece from this thing...)\"as she took a defensive stance against it.\n\nArmour: \"This is a sacred place, only the pure may come here, all others will be purged by the holy light. \"It bellowed.\n\nWhite: \"I'm not going anywhere without my prize. \"She smirked.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIn a split second the Armour had maneuvered behind her and pinned her arms back. The shock of getting so close to the piece caused her boobs to grow twice their normal size bursting out of her bra, shredding it to pieces.\n\nHe shifted in front of her and forced her down onto her knees. A huge shaft of golden white light grew out from him, White's eyes bugged out and her mouth dropped as she gazed upon the mighty shaft.\n\nArmour: \"May the holy light purge you of your trespasses.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe pushed the tip against her mouth. White could barely open her mouth wide enough for the shaft to slide down her throat. Wincing as the girth filled her mouth. \"mmm.. MMM.. UUGCH. \"The shaft pulsated with light every time it hit the back of her throat, sliding in and out as she drooled all over her tits. \"MMMPH...CHGHH.. MMM\"\n\nAfter she managed to get a gasp of air the Armour slid his shaft between her huge tits. \"OOOH FUCK YES, POUND MY MASSIVE TITS...OOOHH... HAAHH... MMM, FUCK\"Panting as she licked the shaft between her tender tits. She pushed her tits onto the shaft enveloping them in the soft flesh. \"OOOHH come and give me my prize!\". The Armour forced her head deep down over the shaft.\n\nArmour: \"Be cleansed demon!\"\n\nThe golden white cum exploded out her nose and mouth, as her head recoiled back, cum cascading down onto her tender tits.\n\n\"huu..ohh.. hu\"White was panting for air as cum streamed out of her mouth onto the stone. Her eye forced shut from the cum. The Armour was about to turn away when...\n\nWhite: \"We're not done yet.\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters**\n\n1. **White**: \n - Appearance: Topless, white boots, long white gloves, purple and black checkered stockings and gloves, a purple and black lace bra, and black lace panties.\n - Personality: Confident, assertive, and determined.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned explicitly.\n - Relationships:\n - Has a close relationship with Violet, as seen in their interactions throughout the story.\n - Engages in a sex scene with the priest, who later transforms into Alira (Succubus).\n2. **Violet**:\n - Appearance: Nearly translucent violet pantys, completely topless, white boots, and long white gloves.\n - Personality: Confident, playful, and adventurous.\n - Special Abilities: Can fly using her boots.\n - Relationships:\n - Close friendship with White, as evident in their banter and teamwork.\n - Has a brief interaction with a young girl in the forest, who is shy around her.\n3. **Pink**:\n - Appearance: One-piece pink dress with a heart embroidery on the chest, white boots.\n - Personality: Adventurous, kind-hearted, and open-minded.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned explicitly.\n - Relationships:\n - Part of the Color Agents team alongside Violet and White.\n - Interacts with a little green fairy in the forest, who helps her experience a unique encounter.\n4. **Alira (Succubus)**:\n - Appearance: Transformed from a priest after engaging in a sex scene with White.\n - Personality: Sinister, manipulative, and seductive.\n - Special Abilities: Can cast spells, transform into a succubus, and possess magical abilities.\n - Relationships:\n - Manipulates the priest before transforming into Alira.\n - Engages in a sex scene with Violet, who eventually defeats her.\n\n**Quirks and Traits**\n\n1. **Magical Abilities**: Some characters possess magical powers, demonstrated by Alira's spellcasting and the effects of certain mushrooms on Pink.\n2. **Supernatural Encounters**: The story features various supernatural encounters, including the transformation of the priest into Alira, the mystical forest, and the angelic Armour.\n3. **Unique Abilities**: Characters' special abilities, such as Violet's flying boots, are used throughout the story to facilitate their adventures.\n\n**Items and Weapons**\n\n1. **Boots**: Violet's boots allow her to fly, while White's boots seem to be similar or identical.\n2. **Mushrooms**: Certain mushrooms in the forest grant Pink unique experiences, including altered perception and intense physical sensations.\n3. **Golden Spirit**: A powerful entity trapped within the suit of angelic Armour, which grants immense power and energy when released.\n4. **Armour**: A suit of angelic Armour guards the golden spirit and serves as a formidable opponent for the Color Agents.\n5. **Communicator**: R.O.L.'s device allows the agents to communicate with each other and receive instructions.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems**\n\n1. **World Rules**: The story takes place in a world with magical entities, supernatural creatures, and advanced technology.\n2. **Magical System**: Magical abilities are present, but their exact workings are not fully explained.\n3. **Entity Trapping**: The golden spirit is trapped within the suit of angelic Armour, which can only be accessed by those deemed worthy.\n4. **Sacred Places**: Certain locations, like the old growth forest, hold spiritual significance and are guarded by powerful entities.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details**\n\n1. **Geography**: The story takes place in northern Scotland and features a mystical forest with ancient ruins.\n2. **Politics**: The world seems to have a complex social hierarchy, with some characters holding positions of authority (e.g., priests) and others possessing supernatural abilities.\n3. **Social Hierarchy**: The story implies a hierarchical structure, with the priest and Alira (as a succubus) holding positions of power and influence.\n4. **Technology**: Advanced technology exists, as evidenced by R.O.L.'s communicator and the space craft that evacuates the agents.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe jumped up and grabbed the Armour's shoulders, sliding her pussy down his glowing shaft. \"OHH FUCK, it's so big!\"She shuddered as the shaft went deep inside her, but she knew there could be no surrender. She slid his shaft in and out with her tits bouncing up and down as webs of cum jostled between the Armour and herself. \"OOOHH.. FUUUCK, ITS GODLY..FUCK ME DEEPER.. MMMM.. AH, AH ,AAHH\". Her legs were shaking, barely able keep her legs wrapped around the Armour.\n\nThe Armour started to falter as his stamina was being depleted. \"RAAAAAH.. DEMON.. BE PURGED. \"He roared, as he came a second time, sending white arcing through the air as an explosion of come shot out of her.\n\nThe Armour was clearly getting weak, but White could take no more. She started to crawl away, leaving a trail of cum behind her before finally passing out with her legs still twitching.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nLittle girl: \"t-t-the ruins, um, the ruins are...\"\n\nViolets receiver sounded off. \n\nViolet: \"It's White, she mu stove found it, I'm sorry but I got to go. I'll come by some time, ok?\"as she took off into the sky.\n\nThe little girl looked slightly stunned, confused as to how the lady could soar off into the sky.\n\nLittle girl: \"u-um, bye now, n-naked lady. \"She yelled as she waved good bye.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nViolet smiled back at the girl before turning her boots up full throttle and shooting off towards the ruins.\n\nViolet landed softly on the broken stone floor, she could see White still half passed out and shaking all over. She turned her attention to the suit of Armour.\n\nViolet: \"You there, you have something of mine. \"As her tits slightly jiggled.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe suit of Armour found it difficult to compose himself after the last battle.\n\nArmour: \"Be gone from this sacred place, mortal.\"\n\nViolet: \"Not a chance. \"She lunged forward and knocked the Armour on it's back. With her hands on his chest and her legs spread she cried out \"OOHH ITS GROWING INSIDE ME\"as the Armour's shaft grew again. She worked her hips as she slid the massive shaft down her wet pussy. With her boobs flailing uncontrollably in the presence of the golden spirit.\n\nViolet: \"HOOOH YES, IT'S MASSIVE!.. Just the way I like it. \"She fondled her bouncing boobs as she moaned out \"MMM GIVE ME MORE, ALL THE WAY YOU HUNK OF METAL, YES, YESS, OOUHH.\"\n\nThe Armour was trying to hold back as Violet rammed the shaft into her, but it could feel the last of its energy welling up inside .<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nViolet threw her head back sending her hair wiping through the air as she looked to the sky. She slammed down the shaft one last time as it released a torrent of cum inside her. \"OOH FUCK YESS, IT'S EVERYWHERE, LET IT ALL OUT.\"\n\nThe pieces of the Armour started to fall apart as the golden glow faded away. Violet started to radiate a slight glow as she rose up from her victory.\n\nAlira: \"So you have it?\"\n\nViolet: \"Alira Darkboob, It's so good to see you. \"As she walked towards Alira a stream of cum was trailing down her legs.\n\nAlira: \"Well, I can't just let you walk out of here with that golden piece. \"Alira casts a spell on Violet causing her limbs to go limb and be shrouded in a dark aura. Violet drops to her knees.\n\nAs Alira walked over to Violet she stroked her clit with magic, causing it to grow into a huge cock.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAlira: \"Don't worry Violet, I'll put the Golden spirit to good use. \"She smirked malevolently as she shoved her cock into Violets mouth.\n\nViolet: \"MMM..MMPH, HHCKMM, MMMPH . .MMMCUH\"Violet gaged on her cock as frothy bubbles and streams of pre jizz ran down her face.\n\nAbove Pink descended at great speed, kicking Alira off of Violet with both feet. Aliras cock popped out of Violets mouth as Alira and Pink fell. Her cock rammed into pink with ungodly force as they hit the ground! In the presence of the golden spirit Pink was gushing wet with sensations of heat flowing up from her pussy. Her half hallucinating mind riding Aliras cock as pleasure and heat coursed through her body. \"aauh, I love your cock sliding in me. ooh uuh auh.\" Alira was half conscious due to the impact, unable to fight back she gave in to temptation and allowed the girl do abuse her cock. Alira\"Oh you dirty bitch, ride my fucking cock.. Fuck yes! Just like that.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nViolet managed to get R.O.L on the communicator,\n\nViolet: \"R.O.L. we need evac, now! We don't have the energy to fly out of here.\"\n\nR.O.L. \"Of course your highness, I'm on my way.\"\n\nA few moments later a space craft was hovering over the ruins, and started to descend. Violet grabbed White and helped her onto the ship.\n\nViolet: \"R.O.L. bring us over top of them!\"\n\nR.O.L. \"Initiating maneuver.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nViolet reached down from the back hatch to grab Pink. Pink grabbed on with both hands and as Violet pulled her up the Golden spirit sent a pulse of energy through Pink and Alira bringing both to a holy climax. As Pink was pulled up they both came ferociously everywhere. Aliras eyes rolled back in her head as she arked her back, and Pink let out a cute wail of joy as her legs were lifted off the ground.\n\nThe ship took off and Violet and Pink made their way into the ship and closed the hatch.\n\nAlira, rendered motionless by such an epic orgasm, whispered. \"next time, Agents, next time things will be different...\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe agents could finally rest, covered from head to toe in wet creamy goo, but still, they had won their prize.\n\n...\n\nR.O.L. : \"Violet? Would you like me to extract the golden piece...?\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Martin Thorfall**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described, but mentioned to have a large penis.\n - Personality: Sarcastic, somewhat insecure due to his unusual physical attribute, and willing to engage in intimate activities.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Minerva Elvares: Has a close relationship, often engaging in intimate activities together.\n2. **Minerva Elvares**:\n - Appearance: Described as having almond-shaped eyes with purple irises, high thin cheekbones, and long white hair. She wears eyeshadow, rouge, and lipstick, which enhances her features.\n - Personality: Confident, skilled, and assertive in her interactions with Martin. She seems to enjoy teasing him and playing games.\n - Special Abilities:\n * Magic: Can use magic to manipulate objects (e.g., her hair) or change her appearance (e.g., restoring her makeup).\n * Potion-making: Creates potions that enhance Martin's physical abilities or alter his behavior.\n - Relationships:\n * Martin Thorfall: Close relationship, often engaging in intimate activities together.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Minerva's Hair:** Can come alive and move on its own, wrapping itself around objects (like Martin's penis). This ability is unexpected and surprising.\n2. **Potions:** Minerva creates potions that affect Martin's body, such as increasing his cum production or altering his physical attributes.\n3. **Magic:** Used to restore Minerva's makeup and possibly other effects, but not explicitly stated.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Dinner Table:** A magical item that prepares food without human intervention.\n2. **Kitchen Utensils:** Pans float down to the sink, indicating some form of magical assistance in cleaning up.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Magic System:** Characters can use magic to achieve various effects, including manipulating objects or changing their appearance.\n2. **Potion-Making:** Minerva creates potions that alter Martin's physical attributes or behavior.\n3. **World Rules:** There are no explicit rules mentioned regarding magic usage, potion creation, or the world's governing principles.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** Not explicitly mentioned, but the setting appears to be a fantasy world with a magical system.\n2. **Politics:** No information provided about the political landscape or social hierarchies.\n3. **Social Hierarchy:** It seems that Minerva holds some power or influence over Martin, considering their close relationship and her ability to give him potions.\n4. **Adventurer's Guild:** Mentioned as an organization that tasks adventurers like Martin with specific jobs, but no further details are provided.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWhen Martin Thorfall opened his eyes he was staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling while he felt something soft and wet on his crotch. Looking down the young adventurer saw Minerva Elvares, the woman who had requested he gather an ingredient for her, with her plump, soft lips wrapped around his cock. When Martin had first met her yesterday Minerva hadn’t applied any makeup and he had considered her gorgeous already, now the eyeshadow she wore only made her almond shaped eyes with those purple irises look even more piercing. While carefully applied rouge made her high, thin cheekbones stand out even more and purple lipstick made her lips appear to be that much fuller.\n\nAnother thing Minerva’s lipstick did was leave smudges on Martin’s member as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. Martin noticed, much to his dismay, how he still had a ridiculously huge dick and that Minerva’s potions still hadn’t worn off. However, he had to admit that he was impressed by the the thick ring of purple lipstick that had formed on the base on his shaft when Minerva started to pull her head back. He did not know how the white haired beauty could fit the fat pole of cockmeat down her throat, even as he watched her lower her head again. Minerva’s throat bulged out obscenely, showing a vague outline of Martin’s member, but she did not gag and nor did there seem to be any of the magic involved that he had witnessed yesterday. It appeared to be pure skill.\n\n‘Gods...’ Martin growled, as he his eyes were fixated on the bulge that was pushing out Minerva’s throat, moving back and forth as she continued to effortlessly bob her head up and down.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe sudden sound made Minerva realized that the young adventurer had woken up, and she slowly started to extract Martin’s monstercock from her throat. After she had pulled her head back far enough to allow the young man’s fat cockhead to escape her mouth with a soft popping sound, she grabbed onto the huge shaft with both hands. Showing just how small they were in comparison to the fat, veiny shaft while, once again, making Martin wonder how she could have fit it all down her throat.\n\n‘I see that you have awakened,’ Minerva purred, briefly bending her head down to kiss one of Martin’s fat balls. ‘I hope you don’t mind that I helped myself?’ She chuckled, while nodding at Martin’s saliva covered prick. ‘It just so happens that I have gotten a taste for this, ah, \"ingredient\".’ She teased.\n\n‘No, help yourself,’ Martin said drily. ‘The more cum you milk from my balls, the longer it takes before I have to start setting money aside for ogre prostitutes.’ He added sarcastically.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n‘Still unhappy about the fact that I gave you a little growth spurt?’ Minerva teased while jerking of the adventurer’s monstercock with both hands. ‘I had hoped last night would have made you forget all about your concerns.’\n\n‘As amazing as that was,’ Martin admitted. ‘It didn’t help at all in making me forget about the fact that not many women have the capacity to sleep with a man who has a cock that looks like it belongs on a horse...’ He grumbled, despite the fact that treacly precum was running down his shaft to stain Minerva’s slender fingers.\n\n‘Then I guess I just have to try harder to ease your worries.’ Minerva said with a fierce, confident grin as she lowered her head down towards the adventurer’s beefy balls again.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMartin groaned when he felt Minerva’s soft lips brushing against his swollen sack, before said groan turned into a surprised yelp when the white haired beauty suddenly sucked one of his large testicles into her mouth. How she managed to do that, Martin did not know. His massive erection kind of blocked his view due to the way he was lying, and he did not think he could raise himself up any higher with how exhausted he felt. So the young man just decided to enjoy himself.\n\nMinerva was moaning loudly around the fat testicle in her mouth, and sucked on it with great force. As if attempting to get Martin’s semen straight from its source. She had also released the young man’s huge, heavy shaft and was currently using her free hands to massage one of the adventurer’s lemon-sized nuts while the other one had disappeared between her thick, shapely thighs. This meant, of course, that Martin’s monstercock was resting on her head, and dripping precum into her snow white hair. But Minerva hardly seemed to care about that.\n\n‘Gods!’ Martin gasped. ‘I think I might just cum already...’<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n‘Not so fast,’ Minerva chuckled as she spat out the testicle she had been sucking on, leaving a ring of her purple lipstick on Martin’s ballsack. ‘Why don’t we make this orgasm of yours a memorable one...?’\n\nAfter she had said these words, Minerva wrapped her lips around the testicle that wasn’t wet with saliva and stained with her lipstick. As soon as the warm orb entered her mouth, however, her white hair suddenly wrapped itself tightly around Martin’s shaft. Which made the young adventurer gasp in both surprise and discomfort while precum suddenly stopped flowing from his cumslit. After yesterday Martin really shouldn’t have been caught off guard by Minerva using magic, but seeing her hair suddenly come alive like that was still unexpected.\n\nMinerva simply ignored the young man’s surprised reaction as she continued to suck on the testicle in her mouth, while she used her, currently living, hair to jerk off his monstercock. All Martin could do was stare as Minerva’s now living white, and surprisingly soft, hair gently worked its way up and down his shaft. Seemingly untouched by all the lipstick, saliva and precum that was clinging to it. He did not know if he should be afraid, aroused or both as he grabbed the sheets tightly and groaned. But for now, he decided to simply enjoy himself.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWith that being said, the use of magic had managed to put him quite on edge. So when he heard a sudden banging come from outside the bedroom, Martin nearly jumped up from the bed in surprise. Which also meant that he had regained some of his energy. When Minerva noticed this, she allowed his testicle to leave her mouth and instead crawled a little closer to Martin.\n\n‘Don’t worry about that, Martin,’ Minerva purred as she rested her breasts on his lap. ‘I’m just taking care of something in the kitchen.’ She added with an amused grin, while her hair released the young man’s member just as she used her hands to push her tits around his shaft.\n\n‘O-Okay...?’ Martin stammered.\n\nHe wondered if, perhaps, he should have been more worried. But he found it difficult now that his shaft was no longer wrapped in hair and he had Minerva’s breasts in front of him to focus on. The pale globes were nearly as large as his head and perfectly shaped, capped with beautiful pink nipples and he could feel the weight of those huge, soft jugs resting on his lap while a large portion of his monstercock had disappeared into her cavernous cleavage.\n\n‘I thought you would like this,’ Minerva giggled when she caught the adventurer ogling her tits. ‘You seemed quite pleased to have your member trapped between my breasts yesterday as well.’ She teased.\n\nYet, despite the fact that she knew how much Martin had enjoyed her titfuck the day before, Minerva refused to actually work her breasts up and down along his shaft like she had done then. Instead, she and Martin simply looked at each other. Each expecting the other to move. Precum had already been flowing freely from Martin’s cumslit for a few minutes now, and it hadn’t taken long before Minerva’s chest was shining with the stuff. Her hair had prevented Martin from hitting his orgasm before, and he was desperate to cum now. But still the white haired beauty refused to slide her tits up and down his length.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n‘Oh, fuck it...’ Martin growled as he reached forwards and pinched Minerva’s pink nipples between the thumb and forefinger of both of his hand, before he lifted his hips up off the bed.\n\nMinerva moaned loudly in response to the rough treatment her nipples received at the hands of Martin, but the adventurer ignored her as he pushed his cock up out further from between the white haired beauty’s cavernous cleavage. This seemed to focus Minerva’s attention on Martin’s cockhead and, probably to get back at him for teasing her nipples, she was quick to wrap her lips around it again. Martin groaned, but continued to hold onto Minerva’s nipples as he moved his hips as best as he could from his current position. In turn, Minerva moaned around the young man’s monstercock but kept her tits wrapped around Martin’s shaft while she sucked on the crown of his member.\n\nFor the next several minutes, the both of them continued like this. Martin teasing Minerva’s nipples by pinching or pulling on the sensitive pink nubs. Causing Minerva to moan around his monstrous, sensitive shaft while clear juices oozed from her twitching, aroused snatch. While Minerva in turn sucked on Martin’s plump cockhead and teased it expertly with her skilled tongue, making the young man shoot rope after rope of precum from his cumslit. Most of the silvery goo she managed to swallow, but enough of it ended up sliding down from the corners of her mouth to land on her tits.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe mixture of saliva and precum that fell onto Minerva’s breasts slowly started to slide down because of Martin’s vigorous hip movements, some of it even ended up between her breasts and lubricated her cleavage and the young adventurer’s shaft even more. Because of this, Martin could move even faster and Minerva was forced to relax her throat to allow even more of the young man’s length to slide down her throat. Because of the increased pace, the moans of both of them grew louder and louder, although Minerva’s were still muffled, while the bed creaked underneath them.\n\n‘Gods!’ Martin finally groaned. ‘I’m cumming!’ He roared loudly while he released Minerva’s nipples to grab the back of her head, before pushing his hips upwards.\n\nMinerva squealed loudly around Martin’s cock, but the sound of her muffled voice was drowned out by Martin’s own screams of lust as thick, hot ropes of white spunk were shot down her throat. Minerva attempted to swallow it all, but the potion she had given Martin the day before to increase his cum production was still in full effect. In fact, the night’s sleep he had gotten only seemed to make him shoot out more. So before Minerva knew it, she had a viscous white goo shooting from the corners of her mouth.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nUnfortunately, with Martin still holding the back of her head all Minerva could do was continue trying to swallow as much of his load as possible. So with tears of effort running from her eyes, ruining her makeup, the white haired beauty continued to try and swallow mouthful after big mouthful of spunk. Yet, despite trying her hardest, most still ended up running down her chin only to land on her chest and join the mess of saliva and precum that was already there.\n\nBut despite the mess she was making thanks to Martin, Minerva didn’t seem to mind the treatment at all. In fact, she seemed to have been enjoying the rough treatment of her nipples, same as how she was currently enjoying the way Martin was currently filling her belly with jizz. Her eyes had lost focus and she was rubbing her thighs together furiously as clear juices continued to flow from twitching cunny, staining the sheets below her. So when Martin’s orgasm finally came to an end, and he released the back of her head, it didn’t quite register with her at first.\n\n‘So, was that enough of the \"ingredient\" just now?’ Martin asked, looking down at the white haired woman with the strings of jizz hanging from her chin and her messed up makeup.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Martin Thorfall**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described, but mentioned to have a large penis.\n - Personality: Sarcastic, somewhat insecure due to his unusual physical attribute, and willing to engage in intimate activities.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned.\n - Relationships:\n * Minerva Elvares: Has a close relationship, often engaging in intimate activities together.\n2. **Minerva Elvares**:\n - Appearance: Described as having almond-shaped eyes with purple irises, high thin cheekbones, and long white hair. She wears eyeshadow, rouge, and lipstick, which enhances her features.\n - Personality: Confident, skilled, and assertive in her interactions with Martin. She seems to enjoy teasing him and playing games.\n - Special Abilities:\n * Magic: Can use magic to manipulate objects (e.g., her hair) or change her appearance (e.g., restoring her makeup).\n * Potion-making: Creates potions that enhance Martin's physical abilities or alter his behavior.\n - Relationships:\n * Martin Thorfall: Close relationship, often engaging in intimate activities together.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Minerva's Hair:** Can come alive and move on its own, wrapping itself around objects (like Martin's penis). This ability is unexpected and surprising.\n2. **Potions:** Minerva creates potions that affect Martin's body, such as increasing his cum production or altering his physical attributes.\n3. **Magic:** Used to restore Minerva's makeup and possibly other effects, but not explicitly stated.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Dinner Table:** A magical item that prepares food without human intervention.\n2. **Kitchen Utensils:** Pans float down to the sink, indicating some form of magical assistance in cleaning up.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Magic System:** Characters can use magic to achieve various effects, including manipulating objects or changing their appearance.\n2. **Potion-Making:** Minerva creates potions that alter Martin's physical attributes or behavior.\n3. **World Rules:** There are no explicit rules mentioned regarding magic usage, potion creation, or the world's governing principles.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** Not explicitly mentioned, but the setting appears to be a fantasy world with a magical system.\n2. **Politics:** No information provided about the political landscape or social hierarchies.\n3. **Social Hierarchy:** It seems that Minerva holds some power or influence over Martin, considering their close relationship and her ability to give him potions.\n4. **Adventurer's Guild:** Mentioned as an organization that tasks adventurers like Martin with specific jobs, but no further details are provided.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nMinerva only moaned around Martin’s shaft in response at first, apparently not having heard him. Leaving the young man to pull her head back to allow his member to escape her mouth, since Minerva seemed too dazed to think of moving her head herself. \n\n‘Wha...?’ The white haired woman stammered after a while, her confusion clear as she tried to focus her eyes on Martin’s face. So Martin decided to repeat his question.. ‘O-oh yes, of course!’ She croaked. ‘It was quite delicious, thank you.’ She replied as she rubbed her face. To Martin’s surprise, her makeup was perfect once more and her face was completely clean as soon as she pulled her hands away from it.\n\n‘How did you-’ Martin began, but was interrupted by his own growling stomach.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n‘Don’t you worry, I’ve prepared something to fill your belly as well.’ Minerva giggled as she got out of bed, and helped Martin up as well.\n\nAs they left the bedroom, Martin noticed how his semen was still clinging to Minerva’s chest. She could have cleaned it up at any time, but hadn’t. Perhaps she just liked it the dirty look? But as the two of them left the bedroom Martin briefly pulled his eyes away from Minerva’s amazing chest to look at the dinner table in surprise. A delicious looking breakfast was laid out on it, and from the corner of his eyes he could just see how a couple of pans floated themselves down into the kitchen sink.\n\n‘I made this just for you,’ Minerva cooed. ‘You’re going to need a big breakfast to get your strength back after everything we did last night.’ She added with a wink.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAfter the two potions he had consumed the day before Martin wasn’t sure if he should trust anything prepared by the mysterious white haired woman, but when he thought about turning down her offer his stomach once again growled. Ah well...it’s not as if things can get any worse now, can they? Martin asked himself with a shrug, before sitting down at the dinner table and starting on his breakfast...<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Harry Potter**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described, but mentioned as having messy black hair.\n - Personality: Kind, dominant, caring, and confident.\n - Special Abilities: Skilled wizard with magical powers, able to transfigure objects (e.g., turning a curtain into a flogger).\n - Relationships:\n * With Wednesday Addams: Romantic interest, affectionate, and understanding.\n * With Hermione Granger and Enid Sinclair: Friends and allies.\n\n2. **Wednesday Addams**: \n - Appearance: Described as having dark eyes, slender curves, plump lips, and brown nipples.\n - Personality: Confident, assertive, playful, and manipulative.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Harry Potter: Romantic interest, affectionate, and dominant-submissive dynamic.\n * With Hermione Granger and Enid Sinclair: Best friends and confidants.\n\n3. **Hermione Granger**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Caring, responsible, and somewhat incompetent in certain situations.\n - Special Abilities: Skilled witch with magical powers.\n - Relationships:\n * With Enid Sinclair: Girlfriend and partner.\n * With Harry Potter and Wednesday Addams: Friends and allies.\n\n4. **Enid Sinclair**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Submissive, playful, and affectionate.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Hermione Granger: Girlfriend and partner.\n * With Harry Potter and Wednesday Addams: Friends and allies.\n\n5. **Patricia Vane**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Manipulative, jealous, and aggressive.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Romilda Vane: Friend and accomplice.\n * With Harry Potter: Romantic interest and rival.\n\n6. **Romilda Vane**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Lovesick, innocent, and naive.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Patricia Vane: Friend and accomplice.\n * With Harry Potter: Romantic interest and rival.\n\n7. **The Hooded Figure**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Mysterious and sinister.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships: Unknown.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* Wednesday Addams has a tendency to tease and manipulate those around her, especially Harry Potter.\n* Harry Potter has a kind and caring personality, often putting others before himself.\n* Hermione Granger can be somewhat incompetent in certain situations, but she tries her best to help her friends.\n* Enid Sinclair is submissive and affectionate, enjoying being tied up and dominated by her girlfriend.\n* Patricia Vane and Romilda Vane are both manipulative and jealous, trying to sabotage Harry Potter's relationships with other girls.\n* The hooded figure seems to have a mysterious and sinister purpose, emptying vials of unicorn blood into a lake.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Knife:** Wednesday Addams carries a knife in her dress pocket, using it to threaten Patricia Vane and Romilda Vane.\n* **Dittany Salve:** Harry Potter uses a dittany salve to heal Wednesday's welts, making sure they heal properly.\n* **Rope:** Harry Potter plans to teach Hermione Granger and Enid Sinclair about safe knots and rope play.\n* **Vibrating Toy:** Hermione Granger uses a vibrating toy on Enid Sinclair during their intimate moment.\n* **Hairbrush:** Enid Sinclair asks Hermione to brush her hair, which is seen as a romantic gesture.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **Magic System:** The story features a magical system where wizards and witches can perform spells and cast magic.\n* **School Rules:** The story mentions school rules, such as not having sex in public places or breaking detention rules.\n* **Acromantula Behavior:** Acromantulas retreat into their webs at dawn and emerge to hunt and socialize at sundown.\n* **Unicorn Blood:** Unicorn blood is used in a mysterious ritual, possibly related to Voldemort's return.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:** The story takes place within the Hogwarts universe, with characters attending classes and participating in magical activities.\n* **Forbidden Section:** A section of the library where restricted books are kept, often containing dark magic and forbidden knowledge.\n* **Head Dormitories:** The living quarters for the Head Boy and Girl, located on the seventh floor of the castle.\n* **Common Room:** A shared space for students to relax and socialize, featuring a fireplace and comfortable seating areas.\n* **Forest:** An area outside the castle where Acromantulas live, accessible through the Forbidden Forest.\n* **Cave:** A hidden cave where the hooded figure performs a mysterious ritual involving unicorn blood.\n\nPlease note that some details might be missing due to the complexity of the story. If you'd like me to elaborate on any specific points, feel free to ask!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHis Uncle had once told him the devil could take many forms. \n\nTo him, the devil had beautiful dark eyes and a playful smirk. And a body so perfect, it was perhaps sinful to even gaze upon it. And the sweet temptation she offered? If he was going to hell for indulging in it, he’d go there a happy man.\n\n\"Here?!\" Harry whispered, unable to tear his eyes away from her body. His eyes shamelessly roved over her slender curves, determined to take the time to appreciate his partner’s beauty. All their previous encounters had been in his office or other semi-public places, and they’d all been somewhat quick affairs. His heart sped up as he peered into her smoky eyes. His gaze slowly shifted lower, moving past her plump, dark lips and settling on her modest breasts, each mound capped by a brown nub already stiff with arousal and begging for attention. His cock twitched as his eyes moved to her flat belly, his body reacting to the primeval urge to breed his mate.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nNo more, Harry thought as he took in the hint of pink peeking out from between her gleaming thighs, deciding they’d change things up after their risky quickie in the library.\n\nHe wondered how good it’d feel to have Wednesday Addams for an entire night. \n\n\"The library’s empty,\" Wednesday lied. What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. The library had indeed been empty when they’d walked in and as far as he knew, that was still very much the case. \"And all this talk of dark rituals and poison has me...\" she trailed off, deciding to use something far more potent than words to demonstrate her point. She dipped her fingers between her thighs to gather up her arousal and held up the digits so he could watch the tangy liquid gently roll off her skin and splash down to the floor before. \"If you don’t want to, I guess we could always-\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe was cut off by Harry lunging forward and smashing his lips against hers. Her tongue met his in a playful duel as her nimble fingers joined his hands in an attempt to get rid of all the unnecessary layers of clothes covering his gorgeous physique as fast as possible. She tossed his unbuttoned shirt to one end of the room while he kicked his pants away to the other end. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and hickeys along her pale skin.\n\n\"Against the bookshelf. Against all those dangerous, heinous, nasty books... \" Wednesday moaned, threading her fingers through his messy black hair even as her free hand tugged his boxers down to his ankles, finally freeing his massive erection. Harry groaned and nodded, effortlessly lifting her up into his arms. She locked her slender legs around his waist, grabbing his shoulders for support as he turned and pinned her against the nearest bookshelf.\n\n\"AH!\" Wednesday screamed as her bruised, welted ass slammed against the hardwood. A delightful jolt of pain shot up her spine, immediately tugging into Subspace.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You’re mine,\" Harry growled.\n\n\"I’ll believe it when you manage to put a collar around my neck,\" Wednesday shot back. Her eyes flickered to the window she had deliberately left open, her satisfaction growing at the sight of two pairs of brown eyes peering through the opening, spying on her and Harry. \n\n\"Spend the night with me,\" Harry murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist to help her keep her balance. His other hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. He slowly guided the tip of his throbbing cock to her dripping slit, determined to savor every second of his time with her.\n\n\"On one condition,\" Wednesday moaned. She kept her eyes on the girls spying on them, making sure they realized she was aware of their presence. If they thought she’d stop now that she knew they were watching...<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAn audience makes everything better, she thought with a smirk. Fencing. Murder. Claiming my dominant in front of the vultures who think they have a chance with him.\n\n\"You say I’m yours. I don’t believe you. Fuck me like you’re claiming me,\" Wednesday challenged. She trapped his earlobe between her teeth and tugged on it, enjoying the quiet hiss her actions elicited. \"Fuck me like I’m yours, and I just might believe you,\" Wednesday whispered, her hot breath tickling his skin. \n\nShe knew she was playing with fire, goading him on in such a brazen fashion. But she had seen glimpses of his other persona in the Shack, the one that was an unforgiving dominant.Nothing had ever turned her on as much as being trapped in a house with that man. Now that she had a taste, she wanted more.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHarry growled and angled his tip against her dripping slit, keeping his hand wrapped around the base of his shaft to guide it. He took a deep breath and plunged into her with one firm thrust, impaling her tight pussy without preamble or warning. \n\n\"AH! Gods!\" Wednesday screamed, her eyes flying wide open at the force of the thrust. Her attention shifted away from their audience for a brief second, dark eyes peering at her lover with a mixture of fear and lust. She loved this more primal side of him, even though he rarely showed it.\n\nHe’s perfect. Wednesday thought with a moan, squirming helplessly in his arms.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You think you can escape?\" Harry growled, thrusting deep inside her belly. \n\nWednesday lost her train of thought and the ability to speak as his tip brushed against her G-Spot. She moaned loudly, clinging to his shoulders for support as he bottomed out in her. He paused for a minute, allowing her to collect herself. Her eyes flickered to the window, the warm, fuzzy feeling in her belly growing at the sight of the two pairs of eyes transfixed on Harry’s back. \n\nHis large frame mostly obscured her body from view, which was a shame, but the scheming girls would still get an unobstructed view of her lover’s lean, muscled body and perfect ass. They’d get to see the sheer ecstasy on her face as Harry ravished her and watch his thick, long shaft plunge into the depths of her dripping core. They could stare all they wanted, but Harry was hers and no amount of scheming would ever change that.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nSPLASH.\n\nThe sound drew her attention away from the window and she glanced down between their feet, at the rapidly growing puddle that had formed between Harry’s feet.\n\nShe watched another trickle of her arousal run down the length of Harry’s cock. A thin trail of her juices hung from the base of his shaft and when it got too heavy, it splashed down to the floor, only to be replaced by another trail within seconds.\n\nSPLASH.\n\nI wonder if they’ll let me borrow their memories because I’d love to watch this-\n\nHer mind went blank as Harry pulled out of her tight pussy, only to thrust back in with as much force he could muster.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Harry!\" Wednesday moaned, all thoughts of memories forgotten as she focused on the here and now. Her nails dug into his skin, and she desperately held onto his shoulders as he pounded in and out of her pussy. \n\nThe books in the Forbidden Section had all been charmed so as not to accidentally fall from their shelves. But Harry’s thrusts were hard enough to make the entire rack she was pinned against rock back and forth, the books on its shelves rattling within the confines of their encasement charms.\n\nHarry pistoned in and out of her needy core with a speed and ferocity he hadn’t displayed before. No one watching them would have any doubts about just how badly he wanted her.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHer burning walls fluttered around his shaft as every thrust caused them to stretch to their very limits. Only the copious amounts of her arousal coating his enormous girth and acting as lubricant allowed him to maintain the pace he had set. Even so, Wednesday knew she wouldn’t be walking anywhere the next day.\n\nThey were still watching, she realized through the haze of Subspace settling over her mind. \n\n\"Harder,\" Wednesday begged, breathing heavily. She was swaying in his arms, fighting to stay conscious.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHarry obliged with a quiet grunt and increased the force of his thrusts. His balls were tightening, the tense coil in the pit of his stomach ready to explode. Still, he stubbornly held on, determined to pull Wednesday over the edge with him. \n\nHer tiny body was now bouncing on his cock, every thrust pushing her up into the air, only for his hands on her hips to pull her back down on his cock. \"H-Harry!\" Wednesday moaned loudly. Beads of sweat rolled down from her forehead and onto her dark eyelashes, obscuring her vision. Everything was now hazy, from her eyesight to her thoughts. The uncomfortable tension in her belly was building up to unbearable levels, breaking down her resistance and causing her to beg for the first time in her life. \"Please...\" she whispered, begging for the release she so desperately craved.\n\n\"Who do you belong to?\" Harry growled. He kept up the thrusting, ignoring the screams of protest from his tired and aching muscles.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Harry Potter**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described, but mentioned as having messy black hair.\n - Personality: Kind, dominant, caring, and confident.\n - Special Abilities: Skilled wizard with magical powers, able to transfigure objects (e.g., turning a curtain into a flogger).\n - Relationships:\n * With Wednesday Addams: Romantic interest, affectionate, and understanding.\n * With Hermione Granger and Enid Sinclair: Friends and allies.\n\n2. **Wednesday Addams**: \n - Appearance: Described as having dark eyes, slender curves, plump lips, and brown nipples.\n - Personality: Confident, assertive, playful, and manipulative.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Harry Potter: Romantic interest, affectionate, and dominant-submissive dynamic.\n * With Hermione Granger and Enid Sinclair: Best friends and confidants.\n\n3. **Hermione Granger**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Caring, responsible, and somewhat incompetent in certain situations.\n - Special Abilities: Skilled witch with magical powers.\n - Relationships:\n * With Enid Sinclair: Girlfriend and partner.\n * With Harry Potter and Wednesday Addams: Friends and allies.\n\n4. **Enid Sinclair**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Submissive, playful, and affectionate.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Hermione Granger: Girlfriend and partner.\n * With Harry Potter and Wednesday Addams: Friends and allies.\n\n5. **Patricia Vane**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Manipulative, jealous, and aggressive.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Romilda Vane: Friend and accomplice.\n * With Harry Potter: Romantic interest and rival.\n\n6. **Romilda Vane**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Lovesick, innocent, and naive.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Patricia Vane: Friend and accomplice.\n * With Harry Potter: Romantic interest and rival.\n\n7. **The Hooded Figure**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Mysterious and sinister.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships: Unknown.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* Wednesday Addams has a tendency to tease and manipulate those around her, especially Harry Potter.\n* Harry Potter has a kind and caring personality, often putting others before himself.\n* Hermione Granger can be somewhat incompetent in certain situations, but she tries her best to help her friends.\n* Enid Sinclair is submissive and affectionate, enjoying being tied up and dominated by her girlfriend.\n* Patricia Vane and Romilda Vane are both manipulative and jealous, trying to sabotage Harry Potter's relationships with other girls.\n* The hooded figure seems to have a mysterious and sinister purpose, emptying vials of unicorn blood into a lake.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Knife:** Wednesday Addams carries a knife in her dress pocket, using it to threaten Patricia Vane and Romilda Vane.\n* **Dittany Salve:** Harry Potter uses a dittany salve to heal Wednesday's welts, making sure they heal properly.\n* **Rope:** Harry Potter plans to teach Hermione Granger and Enid Sinclair about safe knots and rope play.\n* **Vibrating Toy:** Hermione Granger uses a vibrating toy on Enid Sinclair during their intimate moment.\n* **Hairbrush:** Enid Sinclair asks Hermione to brush her hair, which is seen as a romantic gesture.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **Magic System:** The story features a magical system where wizards and witches can perform spells and cast magic.\n* **School Rules:** The story mentions school rules, such as not having sex in public places or breaking detention rules.\n* **Acromantula Behavior:** Acromantulas retreat into their webs at dawn and emerge to hunt and socialize at sundown.\n* **Unicorn Blood:** Unicorn blood is used in a mysterious ritual, possibly related to Voldemort's return.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:** The story takes place within the Hogwarts universe, with characters attending classes and participating in magical activities.\n* **Forbidden Section:** A section of the library where restricted books are kept, often containing dark magic and forbidden knowledge.\n* **Head Dormitories:** The living quarters for the Head Boy and Girl, located on the seventh floor of the castle.\n* **Common Room:** A shared space for students to relax and socialize, featuring a fireplace and comfortable seating areas.\n* **Forest:** An area outside the castle where Acromantulas live, accessible through the Forbidden Forest.\n* **Cave:** A hidden cave where the hooded figure performs a mysterious ritual involving unicorn blood.\n\nPlease note that some details might be missing due to the complexity of the story. If you'd like me to elaborate on any specific points, feel free to ask!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You!\" Wednesday moaned, far beyond any thoughts of self-control or maintaining her public persona. \n\n\"Whose collar will you wear?\"\n\n\"Yours!\"\n\n\"You’re my perfect princess,\" Harry whispered, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips to ensure he held her in place. He pushed deep inside her, burying his face in the crook of her neck to stifle his loud groan as he came.\n\nWednesday, who wanted the people spying on them to hear as much as possible did the opposite, leaning back against the bookshelf and tilting her head up to make sure her loud moan would carry over to the open window.\n\nHarry kept himself buried in her as he painted her velvet walls with ropes of thick, white seed. \"Cum for me,\" Harry ordered hoarsely, slowly kissing his way down her neck.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I... YES!\" Wednesday shrieked, almost like she had been waiting for his command to come undone. Her arousal soaked his cock, streaming down her thighs in thick trails. \n\nThey held each other as they rode the highs of their post-orgasmic bliss and tried to catch their breath. Neither wanted to be the one to pull away but after several minutes of improvised cuddling Wednesday cleared her throat softly.\n\nHarry set her down on wobbly feet, keeping his hand on her shoulder to make sure she didn’t fall should her exhausted legs betray her.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHer entire body was sore and while she would have loved nothing more than to walk around the room enjoying the ache in her core that seemed to intensify with every step she took, she was on a mission and she was determined to see it through. She didn’t have to pretend to walk slowly.\n\nPatricia and her friend had ample time to ogle her naked body as she limped across the room to grab her dress. She hoped they’d take in her skin gleaming with sweat, the trickle of white seed making its way down her thighs, and see their cause was hopeless. If they needed any more evidence, all they had to do was see the effect she had on Harry. She glanced back at her lover, her lips curving into a satisfied smirk at the sight of him leaning against the bookshelf, panting as he tried to catch his breath.\n\n\"We should do this more often,\" Wednesday said, pulling the dress over her head. She limped back to him and turned, letting him zip it up for her.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"What? Fuck in the library?\" Harry asked with a tired chuckle.\n\n\"The whole day. I wouldn’t mind meeting you outside of detention if our days look like this.\"\n\n\"I’m glad you had a good time, Wednesday,\" Harry murmured, kissing her forehead.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHer stupid heart flutter returned with a vengeance. \"I’ll uh... I’ll be outside,\" Wednesday said, a hint of pink gracing her cheeks. \"I’ll make sure nobody noticed our little rendezvous.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Harry murmured distractedly, walking around the room in search of his scattered clothes. He ducked under a table to grab his boxers. \n\nWednesday strutted out of the Forbidden Section on unsteady feet, not bothering to smoothen her ruffled dress or otherwise take care of her appearance. She normally preferred to be contrarian but well-dressed, but for this particular encounter, she wanted the girls to see just how well her... something (she still hadn’t decided what to call Harry, only that he wasn’t her boyfriend) had fucked her.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe two girls were seated on the bench, poring over an upside-down book between them in a poorly disguised attempt to pretend that they hadn’t been spying on her getting ravished by Harry the entire time. \n\n\"Interesting book?\" Wednesday asked mildly, leaning against the table next to Romilda Vane. The younger Gryffindor met Wednesday’s intense gaze for a brief second before turning red and returning her attention to the pages in front of her. \"I didn’t know reading the alphabet upside down was one of your abilities, Patricia. But I suppose when one has as few talents as you do, they focus all their energies on perfecting the ones they do possess.\"\n\nPatricia had the good grace to scowl. Wednesday smiled. She detested bullying, and an opponent that didn’t fight back wasn’t a worthy one to have in her mind.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"And you.\" Wednesday turned to Romilda, deciding to knock some sense into the younger girl before dealing with her real target. While she thought it was sad and pathetic, she at least understood the Gryffindor acting like a lovesick puppy. Patricia was just there to cause trouble, and Wednesday decided it was high time she made her fellow housemate realize it wouldn’t end well for her. \"Harry doesn’t sleep in Gryffindor Tower. The Head Boy and Girl have separate dormitories, which you don’t have access to,\" Wednesday pointed out, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. \"The next time you try to come up with a sinister plot to entrap a man, go to someone with actual brains for help.\" \n\n\"At least I’m better than a woman who lets her man fuck her anywhere he wants like a common slut,\" Patricia said. \"Ghoulish whore,\" she added under her breath.\n\n\"Bold of you to assume Harry was the one who wanted to have sex in the Forbidden Section. Maybe he was just indulging my fantasy,\" Wednesday said, her swollen lips twitching at the sight of their shocked faces. She leaned closer, her eyes boring into the two increasingly terrified girls. Her right hand disappeared into the folds of her dress and pulled out her knife from its specially designed pocket. Her eyes lit up with amusement when Romilda and Patricia visibly recoiled in fear.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You see the thing about ghoulish whores...\" She pushed the knife under her dress, scraping the blade against her soft skin to gather the cum trickling down her thighs. \"They always get the man,\" she murmured, bringing the knife to her lips. She ran her tongue along its edge, making sure they watched her lap up Harry’s cum. \n\nShe leaned closer to Patricia, trapping her in place. \"Want to pick on me? That’s fine. Enid? Completely alright. She will probably rip you into two on one of the particularly bad nights she has every month. I quite look forward to it, to be honest. But Harry? He’s an incredibly powerful wizard who can turn you into gibbering monkeys with the flick of his wrist, but he’s also a kind, nice man who sees the best in everybody. Do anything to harm him and you’ll regret it,\" Wednesday said, her voice calm and ice cold. It was the murderous look in her eyes that conveyed most of the threat. \n\n\"If Harry so much as develops heartburn in the next few days, I’ll carve out your hearts and nail them to the castle door.\" Wednesday plunged the knife into the desk, the sharp blade sinking into the wood between two of Patricia’s fingers. \"Are we clear?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe two girls nodded with wide eyes and terrified expressions on their faces. \n\n\"Good.\" Wednesday pulled away from them and was in the process of tucking her knife back into her dress when Harry emerged from the Forbidden Section, his hair wild and messy and the top two buttons of his shirt undone. All three girls took the opportunity to ogle him before he spoke and broke the spell.\n\n\"Everything alright?\" Harry asked, eyeing Patricia and Romilda warily.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yes.\" Wednesday nodded. \"Patricia and-\" She turned to the younger girl, still unaware of her name. \n\n\"Romilda Vane,\" Harry spoke up when Romilda didn’t. He smiled politely at the girl who had once tried to drug him with a love potion.\n\n\"Romilda got here minutes ago. I was just having a chat with Patricia about a Divination assignment,\" Wednesday said, moving to his side. \"Shall we go? Hermione and Enid are probably waiting for us.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHarry nodded. He stayed silent until they were out of the library and walking down the hallway to the staircase that would lead them up to the seventh floor and the Head Dormitories. \n\n\"Alright, what did you actually say to them?\" Harry asked, chuckling quietly.\n\n\"I told you, a Divination assignment.\"\n\nHarry looked at her with a raised eyebrow.\n\nShe squirmed, trying to ignore the weird feeling that bloomed in her chest every time she lied to him. \n\n\"I threatened them to stay quiet about what they saw,\" Wednesday admitted, deciding a half-truth was good enough. She had, after all, threatened them. \"I doubt you want half the school to know what we got up to in the Forbidden Section by dinner time. I’m pretty sure we broke a few of your precious school rules back there.\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Harry Potter**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described, but mentioned as having messy black hair.\n - Personality: Kind, dominant, caring, and confident.\n - Special Abilities: Skilled wizard with magical powers, able to transfigure objects (e.g., turning a curtain into a flogger).\n - Relationships:\n * With Wednesday Addams: Romantic interest, affectionate, and understanding.\n * With Hermione Granger and Enid Sinclair: Friends and allies.\n\n2. **Wednesday Addams**: \n - Appearance: Described as having dark eyes, slender curves, plump lips, and brown nipples.\n - Personality: Confident, assertive, playful, and manipulative.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Harry Potter: Romantic interest, affectionate, and dominant-submissive dynamic.\n * With Hermione Granger and Enid Sinclair: Best friends and confidants.\n\n3. **Hermione Granger**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Caring, responsible, and somewhat incompetent in certain situations.\n - Special Abilities: Skilled witch with magical powers.\n - Relationships:\n * With Enid Sinclair: Girlfriend and partner.\n * With Harry Potter and Wednesday Addams: Friends and allies.\n\n4. **Enid Sinclair**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Submissive, playful, and affectionate.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Hermione Granger: Girlfriend and partner.\n * With Harry Potter and Wednesday Addams: Friends and allies.\n\n5. **Patricia Vane**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Manipulative, jealous, and aggressive.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Romilda Vane: Friend and accomplice.\n * With Harry Potter: Romantic interest and rival.\n\n6. **Romilda Vane**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Lovesick, innocent, and naive.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Patricia Vane: Friend and accomplice.\n * With Harry Potter: Romantic interest and rival.\n\n7. **The Hooded Figure**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Mysterious and sinister.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships: Unknown.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* Wednesday Addams has a tendency to tease and manipulate those around her, especially Harry Potter.\n* Harry Potter has a kind and caring personality, often putting others before himself.\n* Hermione Granger can be somewhat incompetent in certain situations, but she tries her best to help her friends.\n* Enid Sinclair is submissive and affectionate, enjoying being tied up and dominated by her girlfriend.\n* Patricia Vane and Romilda Vane are both manipulative and jealous, trying to sabotage Harry Potter's relationships with other girls.\n* The hooded figure seems to have a mysterious and sinister purpose, emptying vials of unicorn blood into a lake.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Knife:** Wednesday Addams carries a knife in her dress pocket, using it to threaten Patricia Vane and Romilda Vane.\n* **Dittany Salve:** Harry Potter uses a dittany salve to heal Wednesday's welts, making sure they heal properly.\n* **Rope:** Harry Potter plans to teach Hermione Granger and Enid Sinclair about safe knots and rope play.\n* **Vibrating Toy:** Hermione Granger uses a vibrating toy on Enid Sinclair during their intimate moment.\n* **Hairbrush:** Enid Sinclair asks Hermione to brush her hair, which is seen as a romantic gesture.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **Magic System:** The story features a magical system where wizards and witches can perform spells and cast magic.\n* **School Rules:** The story mentions school rules, such as not having sex in public places or breaking detention rules.\n* **Acromantula Behavior:** Acromantulas retreat into their webs at dawn and emerge to hunt and socialize at sundown.\n* **Unicorn Blood:** Unicorn blood is used in a mysterious ritual, possibly related to Voldemort's return.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:** The story takes place within the Hogwarts universe, with characters attending classes and participating in magical activities.\n* **Forbidden Section:** A section of the library where restricted books are kept, often containing dark magic and forbidden knowledge.\n* **Head Dormitories:** The living quarters for the Head Boy and Girl, located on the seventh floor of the castle.\n* **Common Room:** A shared space for students to relax and socialize, featuring a fireplace and comfortable seating areas.\n* **Forest:** An area outside the castle where Acromantulas live, accessible through the Forbidden Forest.\n* **Cave:** A hidden cave where the hooded figure performs a mysterious ritual involving unicorn blood.\n\nPlease note that some details might be missing due to the complexity of the story. If you'd like me to elaborate on any specific points, feel free to ask!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Plenty,\" Harry murmured with a quiet chuckle. He reached out to take Wednesday’s hand as they hopped onto a moving staircase and to his surprise, she didn’t immediately slap it away. She did pull her wrist free from his grasp once they were safely on the staircase but the moment of tenderness was enough for him. Baby steps, he reminded himself. \n\n\"So, what’d you threaten them with?\"\n\n\"Hmm?\"\n\n\"What was the threat?\" Harry rephrased his question. They turned right once the creaking staircase had deposited them onto the sixth floor, walking down the hallway to the portrait of Morrigan the Elder that obscured the entrance to the Head Dormitories.\n\n\"I threatened to carve out their hearts and nail them to the castle doors,\" Wednesday replied with an unbothered shrug. \n\n\"Threatening bodily harm to a student. That’s a week’s worth of detention, Miss Addams,\" Harry said. \"Nocturnus,\" he added, watching the portrait swing to one side to reveal the opening behind it.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"A week seems excessive. I didn’t actually go through with my threat,\" Wednesday countered. While she enjoyed their time together in his office, she also wanted to explore more... varied locations. His large desk and the semi-public nature of his office did place a number of restrictions on what they could do.\n\nI wonder if Granger will let me install manacles and a spanking bench in here, she wondered, looking around the small common room. It had a central area with two couches arranged around a large wooden table that had on it an odd mixture of books and chocolate bars. In one corner of the room was a cozier sitting area with two comfy armchairs arranged right in front of the fireplace. A fire was blazing behind the ornate grill, warding away the cold October chill and keeping the room warm and toasty. The floor was covered with a soft, thick rug that immediately sank under her feet. The room fit his personality, she realized. Soft, warm, and welcoming. \n\n\"A week. You will report at eight every night there-\" Harry turned to the staircase on his right, pointing at the shut door at its top. \"And wait for me on the bed. Is that understood, Miss Addams?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" Wednesday nodded, offering him a rare genuine smile. She wondered if he would let him peek at his brain so she could figure out how he could anticipate her desires with such ease. \n\n\"Where are Enid and Hermione?\" \n\n\"Granger’s door is open. I’ll go get them.\" She hiked up the steps leading up to the other door in the room and walked through the doorway into the Head Girl’s bedroom, only to chance upon a very curious sight.\n\nWednesday’s amused eyes took in the visage of her hogtied and blindfolded best friend and she chuckled quietly. The curtains around the four-poster bed were not drawn and anyone who walked into the quiet bedroom would have an unobstructed view of a trussed-up and very naked Enid Sinclair and hear the quiet mewls escaping her pink lips. Although the Head Boy and Girl had the privilege of private bedrooms, there was no charm or mechanism stopping them from accessing each other's rooms and the two girls had to have considered the possibility of either Harry or her walking in on them after they were done with their ‘research’ in the Forbidden Section.\n\nLooks like I’m not the only one who enjoys an audience, she thought, resisting the urge to slip out and return with the camera Pugsley had gifted her. She was never going to let her best friend live this down. Ever.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You’d think it’d be easy to get ice in a room that has three champagne bottles in it. But nope. It’s all melted. The best I could do is-\" Hermione stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Wednesday leaning against the doorway. \"Cold water,\" she squeaked. \n\n\"Forget the water!\" Enid moaned. She shifted, and it was then that Wednesday noticed the hot pink end of a dildo poking out from between her gleaming thighs. Wednesday’s smirk grew wider at the sight of the vibrating toy. \n\n\"You’re a witch, aren’t you Granger?\"\n\n\"Huh?\" Hermione blinked, her brain refusing to cooperate. After years of trying to deny her attraction to girls and busying herself with Ron as a distraction, she had finally caved when the peppy, adorable blonde asked her out. Enid was both her first serious girlfriend and first real submissive and while Harry’s tips had prepared her for a lot of situations, none of his advice had covered what to do if his girlfriend ever walked in on them.\n\n\"Wednesday?!\" Enid squeaked. She tried to turn in the direction of her voice, only to accidentally roll off the bed and fall to the floor. \"OW!\"\n\n\"You’re a witch,\" Wednesday pointed out again, watching the normally calm and collected Head Girl squirm with a satisfied smile. Principal Weems had often said she didn’t care if she made people uncomfortable. The woman was wrong. She enjoyed it. \"If Harry can transfigure the old curtain in his office into a flogger, I’m pretty sure you can make ice. But Enid’s right, you should forget the water.\" Wednesday turned to her friend, watching her squirm and moan on the floor with dark eyes alit with amusement. \"That’s going to bruise, and not in a fun way. And you haven’t done the knot around her wrists properly. She’s going to lose circulation in her hands soon. And while I admit chopping off dead, shriveled limbs and preserving them in pickle jars is an exciting hobby, I’d much prefer it if my best friend kept all of hers for the foreseeable future.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Right.\" Hermione’s face turned red, the blush extending to the roots of her hair. She thrust the pail of water into Wednesday’s hands before rushing over to help her distressed girlfriend. \n\nWednesday carefully set the bucket of cold water on the floor. \"Harry and I are waiting downstairs,\" she said, struggling to keep her voice neutral. \"Get dressed. We have a mystery to solve.\"\n\nShe turned on her heel and walked out of the bedroom. A year ago she would have stayed put, happily reveling in the embarrassment her presence was causing the two girls.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nPah. My stupidly adorable dominant is making me soft.\n\n\"I don’t care what he thinks,\" she muttered to herself. Still, she stomped down the stairs to the Common Room, ignoring the immediate speeding up of her heart at the sight of the handsome man seated in the armchair by the fire, staring broodingly into the flames. \n\nHe’s sexy when he broods.\n\nShut up, Wednesday growled at the suspiciously Enidesque voice in the back of her head. He’s... alright. Nothing special.\n\nWednesday flopped onto Harry’s lap, curling up against his chest in a very catlike fashion. \n\nHarry raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, simply wrapping his arm around her slender frame and drawing her deeper into his chest. \"Hermione and Enid?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"They’ll be down in a bit,\" Wednesday answered, snuggling into him. \"Enid is... tied up with something.\" \n\nIt wasn’t like she enjoyed it when he held her. Cuddles were simply the socially acceptable convention when it came to staking claim, and if she had to keep the sickeningly sweet and hapless man under her safe from all the women circling him like vultures, she’d have to stomach some measure of affectionate gestures. She snuggled deeper into the warmth of his chest, an involuntary yawn escaping her lips.\n\n\"Tired?\" Harry murmured. He chuckled at the quiet hiss when his hands shifted to her bruised ass. He lifted his wand from the coffee table next to the chair, opened the door to his room with a flick of his wrist, and summoned a jar of salve.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"That better be aftershave,\" Wednesday mumbled when she heard the gentle clink of the jar landing on the wooden table. She didn’t answer his question. She was sore, tired, and bruised after what she considered to be an excellent day, but exhaustion, like all other vulnerabilities, was not something she cared to display publicly.\n\n\"It’s a dittany salve. To make sure your welts heal properly,\" Harry answered.\n\n\"I don’t-\" Wednesday attempted to pull away from him, only to be wordlessly yanked back into the embrace of his chest.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"It’ll sting just as much as the aftershave,\" Harry growled, roughly pushing his knee between her thighs. He lifted his foot and rested it on the footrest in front of the armchair, raising her ass in the air for easy access. An arm remained wrapped around her back, keeping her pinned against his chest.\n\nWednesday couldn’t help the sigh escaping her lips. If this was his version of aftercare... she could live with it. It was still annoyingly sappy, but he added just enough force and pain to make it palatable. She lifted her hips to help him yank her dress up to her hips, hissing quietly as a gentle gust of warm air tickled her bruised skin.\n\nHe pushed his hand into the jar, smearing the salve onto his fingers. His fingers roughly smeared each dark red welt on her pale ass with the salve. He did not shy away from forcefully massaging the balm into her skin.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Harry Potter**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described, but mentioned as having messy black hair.\n - Personality: Kind, dominant, caring, and confident.\n - Special Abilities: Skilled wizard with magical powers, able to transfigure objects (e.g., turning a curtain into a flogger).\n - Relationships:\n * With Wednesday Addams: Romantic interest, affectionate, and understanding.\n * With Hermione Granger and Enid Sinclair: Friends and allies.\n\n2. **Wednesday Addams**: \n - Appearance: Described as having dark eyes, slender curves, plump lips, and brown nipples.\n - Personality: Confident, assertive, playful, and manipulative.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Harry Potter: Romantic interest, affectionate, and dominant-submissive dynamic.\n * With Hermione Granger and Enid Sinclair: Best friends and confidants.\n\n3. **Hermione Granger**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Caring, responsible, and somewhat incompetent in certain situations.\n - Special Abilities: Skilled witch with magical powers.\n - Relationships:\n * With Enid Sinclair: Girlfriend and partner.\n * With Harry Potter and Wednesday Addams: Friends and allies.\n\n4. **Enid Sinclair**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Submissive, playful, and affectionate.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Hermione Granger: Girlfriend and partner.\n * With Harry Potter and Wednesday Addams: Friends and allies.\n\n5. **Patricia Vane**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Manipulative, jealous, and aggressive.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Romilda Vane: Friend and accomplice.\n * With Harry Potter: Romantic interest and rival.\n\n6. **Romilda Vane**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Lovesick, innocent, and naive.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Patricia Vane: Friend and accomplice.\n * With Harry Potter: Romantic interest and rival.\n\n7. **The Hooded Figure**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Mysterious and sinister.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships: Unknown.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* Wednesday Addams has a tendency to tease and manipulate those around her, especially Harry Potter.\n* Harry Potter has a kind and caring personality, often putting others before himself.\n* Hermione Granger can be somewhat incompetent in certain situations, but she tries her best to help her friends.\n* Enid Sinclair is submissive and affectionate, enjoying being tied up and dominated by her girlfriend.\n* Patricia Vane and Romilda Vane are both manipulative and jealous, trying to sabotage Harry Potter's relationships with other girls.\n* The hooded figure seems to have a mysterious and sinister purpose, emptying vials of unicorn blood into a lake.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Knife:** Wednesday Addams carries a knife in her dress pocket, using it to threaten Patricia Vane and Romilda Vane.\n* **Dittany Salve:** Harry Potter uses a dittany salve to heal Wednesday's welts, making sure they heal properly.\n* **Rope:** Harry Potter plans to teach Hermione Granger and Enid Sinclair about safe knots and rope play.\n* **Vibrating Toy:** Hermione Granger uses a vibrating toy on Enid Sinclair during their intimate moment.\n* **Hairbrush:** Enid Sinclair asks Hermione to brush her hair, which is seen as a romantic gesture.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **Magic System:** The story features a magical system where wizards and witches can perform spells and cast magic.\n* **School Rules:** The story mentions school rules, such as not having sex in public places or breaking detention rules.\n* **Acromantula Behavior:** Acromantulas retreat into their webs at dawn and emerge to hunt and socialize at sundown.\n* **Unicorn Blood:** Unicorn blood is used in a mysterious ritual, possibly related to Voldemort's return.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:** The story takes place within the Hogwarts universe, with characters attending classes and participating in magical activities.\n* **Forbidden Section:** A section of the library where restricted books are kept, often containing dark magic and forbidden knowledge.\n* **Head Dormitories:** The living quarters for the Head Boy and Girl, located on the seventh floor of the castle.\n* **Common Room:** A shared space for students to relax and socialize, featuring a fireplace and comfortable seating areas.\n* **Forest:** An area outside the castle where Acromantulas live, accessible through the Forbidden Forest.\n* **Cave:** A hidden cave where the hooded figure performs a mysterious ritual involving unicorn blood.\n\nPlease note that some details might be missing due to the complexity of the story. If you'd like me to elaborate on any specific points, feel free to ask!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Fuck,\" Wednesday moaned. The combination of the gentle stinging caused by the dittany and the throbbing brought on by the massage of his calloused fingers was nothing short of divine. It was like he knew perfectly both what she needed and what she would accept, and had no trouble coming up with a middle path. She gently spread her legs, exposing her aching pussy to him should he wish to have access to it. It wasn’t the smartest of moves given she was so sore she could barely walk, but for the first time in her life, Wednesday Addams wasn’t thinking with her brain. \n\nShe didn’t just want Harry. She hungered for him.\n\n\"Seriously?!\"\n\nHermione’s snort broke the spell and Harry’s hands withdrew. Wednesday gently pushed herself up on his chest, turning to look at the two girls standing by the unoccupied armchair with a look that clearly said, ‘Really?’\n\n\"In the Common Room, Harry?\" Hermione forged ahead despite the faint blush on her cheeks.\n\n\"At least it’s better than substituting ice with cold water,\" Wednesday pointed out, her hands lazily tugging on her dress to cover her bruised ass.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Ice with cold water? For what?\" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. \n\n\"For sexy time,\" Enid squeaked. \n\n\"That... that’s not going to work,\" Harry said with a quiet chuckle.\n\n\"I thought maybe if I dipped a cloth... it was a stupid idea and I know that now.\" Hermione flopped into the armchair with a huff. She grabbed Enid’s wrist and gently pulled her girlfriend into her lap. \n\n\"She also tied Enid up with a dangerous knot.\" While Wednesday usually steered clear of Enid’s relationships, Hermione seemed to genuinely make her happy. She also cared about her friend’s physical safety, so she decided to wade in just this once. Begrudgingly.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I gave you that book, didn’t it help?\"\n\nHermione shrugged helplessly. \"I tried to follow the instructions exactly as written.\"\n\n\"It wasn’t that bad,\" Enid protested, squirming as Wednesday’s dark eyes flickered up to her. Wednesday held her gaze until she broke down and admitted, \"Okay, I was starting to lose some sensation in my hands but it wasn’t a big deal.\"\n\n\"Relax,\" Wednesday said softly. \"For once, I approve of your choice of a partner. Even if she is shockingly incompetent.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Hey!\" Hermione turned red and glared at Wednesday, before turning to Harry in the hopes that he would back her up. \n\n\"I mean... there was a compliment there too? She approves of you. Merlin, I’ve been her boy toy for more than a month and she’s yet to tell me she approves of me,\" Harry pointed out diplomatically, far too smart to place himself in between his kinda-sorta-girlfriend and best friend. \n\n\"When we have the time, Harry can demonstrate safe knots on me,\" Wednesday forged ahead, ignoring the exchange. What others thought of her didn’t bother her in the slightest. Besides, she approved of Harry. She just didn’t want to tell him that and give him a big head.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"On you?!\"\n\n\"Yes. Here. I’ll undress, he’ll get some rope, and he can show you how to safely tie your partner up.\"\n\n\"I... Uh... What... No?\" Hermione spluttered. \n\n\"Go easy on her, she still has a bit of what I call the ‘Ronald Weasley hangover’.\" Wednesday knew who he was. They’d spent a lot of time during her detentions with him talking about their respective pasts. She also knew why they weren’t close anymore. \"The man thinks a girl snogging in public is grounds enough to call her slutty and unfortunately some of his opinions rubbed off on Mione,\" Harry whispered, placing a restraining hand on Wednesday’s shoulder. \n\nGods. He really is making me soft.\n\n\"Look,\" Wednesday said firmly, her tone softening just a smidge. \"You can watch and learn or Harry or I can sit in every time the two of you have sex and give you pointers there. Your choice.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Please pick option one Mione. Because I do not want to have to coach you every time you sleep with Enid. It’s going to be like the time I tried to teach you how to fly, but worse,\" Harry begged.\n\n\"Wednesday wouldn’t-\"\n\n\"She would.\" \"I would.\" Harry and Wednesday said at the same time. \n\n\"Your girlfriend is ridiculous,\" Hermione huffed.\n\n\"She’s not my-\"\n\n\"-girlfriend,\" Wednesday finished for Harry.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Fine.\" Hermione groaned in frustration, giving up. \"You can teach us with a practical demonstration sometime in the future. For now, can we concentrate on the possibility that Voldemort might be back?\"\n\nHarry sighed as the mood in the room grew noticeably more serious within seconds. \"Yeah. Did you two find something before you got distracted with... sexy time?\" Harry asked, co-opting Enid’s amusing euphemism. \n\n\"So,\" Hermione started, awkwardly clearing her throat. She mimicked Harry’s actions as much as possible, trying to learn from her more experienced friends. Enid was more than happy to settle into her arms, and the werewolf rested her head on Hermione’s chest with a shy smile.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWednesday was in a similar position, curled up on Harry’s lap with her arms wrapped around his neck and her head resting on her shoulder. That was where the similarities ended, she reminded herself. Unlike Enid, she was not cuddling her partner. She was simply practicing for when she would have to assert her claim to him in public.\n\nI’m doing this to protect him from idiots like Thornberry and Vane, she reminded herself. \n\n\"So,\" Harry echoed. He undid her messy pigtail, his nimble fingers expertly braiding her hair in just the style she liked.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n‘He’s braiding your hair,’ Enid mouthed. \n\n‘Shut up.’ Wednesday realized she had neither the will nor the desire to stop Harry. She liked the feel of his fingers pushing through her hair and the gentle tugs that came with every new twist of her braid. So she simply resorted to glaring at her best friend, daring her to say what was on her mind. \n\n‘He’s braiding your hair,’ Enid repeated with a smirk. \n\nWednesday’s glare intensified, but the peppy werewolf ignored it. \n\n\"There’s a hairbrush on the table next to you,\" Enid murmured, leaning up to kiss Hermione’s cheek. \"Can you brush my hair with it, please? I’ve read that doing your partner’s hair is very romantic and can be a real bonding experience. Isn’t that right, Harry?\" Enid asked with an innocent smile. \n\nHarry nodded, missing the significance of Enid’s words. \"Honestly, there’s nothing quite like it. I’d do it every night if I could.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n‘Every night,’ Enid mouthed, her grin growing.\n\n\"Of course, darling,\" Hermione murmured, reaching out to grab the brush. \n\nEnid wasn’t paying attention to her, having instead entered into a silent conversation with her best friend. After three years of living together, it was an art form they had perfected. \n\n‘I’m going to kill you.’\n\n‘Just admit you like him.’\n\n‘Slowly and painfully Enid, I mean it.’<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Mione, you were going to tell us something,\" Harry said, interrupting their conversation. The girls turned their attention to their respective partners, both of whom were now brushing their hair. \n\n\"Right,\" Hermione murmured, carefully pushing the hairbrush through Enid’s golden curls. \"Well, I found a very complicated Runic ritual that reveals the presence of a soul. So if any part of Voldemort is still kicking around, it should reveal its existence.\"\n\n\"Just its existence, not its location?\" Harry asked, securing Wednesday’s braid with a black ribbon conjured from his wand before moving to her other pigtail.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Unfortunately, that’s right. All the ritual will tell us is that it exists. It will take me a few days just to work out all the steps but that’s not even our biggest problem.\"\n\n\"I have a feeling I’m not going to like the next bit of information you’re about to give us.\"\n\nHermione chuckled dryly. After everything they had been through, it truly seemed like they were returning to their roots. First an injured unicorn, and now this. \"One of the ingredients I need to conduct the ritual is fresh Acromantula venom.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Seriously?!\" Harry groaned. \"Please tell me you’re joking.\"\n\n\"I wish,\" Hermione mumbled. While she had thankfully only encountered the giant beasts during the Battle of Hogwarts, that experience combined with the stories Harry had told her about Aragog had been more than enough for her to realize that she was happy to live out her life without ever meeting an Acromantula in person. \"We could go during the daytime?\"\n\n\"Acromantulas retreat into their webs at dawn and only emerge to hunt and socialize at sundown. You do not want to enter a sleeping Acromantula’s nest unless you’re looking to be torn from limb to limb,\" Wednesday said, her voice trembling with excitement. When Harry turned to her with a raised eyebrow, she shrugged. \"I think they’re interesting. I’ve always wanted to meet one.\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Harry Potter**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described, but mentioned as having messy black hair.\n - Personality: Kind, dominant, caring, and confident.\n - Special Abilities: Skilled wizard with magical powers, able to transfigure objects (e.g., turning a curtain into a flogger).\n - Relationships:\n * With Wednesday Addams: Romantic interest, affectionate, and understanding.\n * With Hermione Granger and Enid Sinclair: Friends and allies.\n\n2. **Wednesday Addams**: \n - Appearance: Described as having dark eyes, slender curves, plump lips, and brown nipples.\n - Personality: Confident, assertive, playful, and manipulative.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Harry Potter: Romantic interest, affectionate, and dominant-submissive dynamic.\n * With Hermione Granger and Enid Sinclair: Best friends and confidants.\n\n3. **Hermione Granger**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Caring, responsible, and somewhat incompetent in certain situations.\n - Special Abilities: Skilled witch with magical powers.\n - Relationships:\n * With Enid Sinclair: Girlfriend and partner.\n * With Harry Potter and Wednesday Addams: Friends and allies.\n\n4. **Enid Sinclair**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Submissive, playful, and affectionate.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Hermione Granger: Girlfriend and partner.\n * With Harry Potter and Wednesday Addams: Friends and allies.\n\n5. **Patricia Vane**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Manipulative, jealous, and aggressive.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Romilda Vane: Friend and accomplice.\n * With Harry Potter: Romantic interest and rival.\n\n6. **Romilda Vane**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Lovesick, innocent, and naive.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships:\n * With Patricia Vane: Friend and accomplice.\n * With Harry Potter: Romantic interest and rival.\n\n7. **The Hooded Figure**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Mysterious and sinister.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated.\n - Relationships: Unknown.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n* Wednesday Addams has a tendency to tease and manipulate those around her, especially Harry Potter.\n* Harry Potter has a kind and caring personality, often putting others before himself.\n* Hermione Granger can be somewhat incompetent in certain situations, but she tries her best to help her friends.\n* Enid Sinclair is submissive and affectionate, enjoying being tied up and dominated by her girlfriend.\n* Patricia Vane and Romilda Vane are both manipulative and jealous, trying to sabotage Harry Potter's relationships with other girls.\n* The hooded figure seems to have a mysterious and sinister purpose, emptying vials of unicorn blood into a lake.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n* **Knife:** Wednesday Addams carries a knife in her dress pocket, using it to threaten Patricia Vane and Romilda Vane.\n* **Dittany Salve:** Harry Potter uses a dittany salve to heal Wednesday's welts, making sure they heal properly.\n* **Rope:** Harry Potter plans to teach Hermione Granger and Enid Sinclair about safe knots and rope play.\n* **Vibrating Toy:** Hermione Granger uses a vibrating toy on Enid Sinclair during their intimate moment.\n* **Hairbrush:** Enid Sinclair asks Hermione to brush her hair, which is seen as a romantic gesture.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n* **Magic System:** The story features a magical system where wizards and witches can perform spells and cast magic.\n* **School Rules:** The story mentions school rules, such as not having sex in public places or breaking detention rules.\n* **Acromantula Behavior:** Acromantulas retreat into their webs at dawn and emerge to hunt and socialize at sundown.\n* **Unicorn Blood:** Unicorn blood is used in a mysterious ritual, possibly related to Voldemort's return.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n* **Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:** The story takes place within the Hogwarts universe, with characters attending classes and participating in magical activities.\n* **Forbidden Section:** A section of the library where restricted books are kept, often containing dark magic and forbidden knowledge.\n* **Head Dormitories:** The living quarters for the Head Boy and Girl, located on the seventh floor of the castle.\n* **Common Room:** A shared space for students to relax and socialize, featuring a fireplace and comfortable seating areas.\n* **Forest:** An area outside the castle where Acromantulas live, accessible through the Forbidden Forest.\n* **Cave:** A hidden cave where the hooded figure performs a mysterious ritual involving unicorn blood.\n\nPlease note that some details might be missing due to the complexity of the story. If you'd like me to elaborate on any specific points, feel free to ask!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Remind me to introduce you to Hagrid. He’ll love you,\" Harry mumbled, groaning quietly. \"Fine. Fine. Wednesday and I will go to the Forest tomorrow and get you fresh Acromantula venom.\"\n\n\"Unless we get eaten,\" Wednesday chimed in gleefully. \n\n\"Yes, that is a distinct possibility. One which I’d like to avoid so we should all go to sleep and wake up nice and early tomorrow to prepare.\"\n\n\"Sounds like a plan,\" Wednesday mumbled, nuzzling into Harry’s chest. She let him carry her to his room, too tired and too sore to protest the intimacy that came with having to share a bed with him. \n\nFar away in a cave that had once been created to house something of great power but was now devoid of anything of note except for thousands of inert Inferni, a hooded figure emptied vial after vial of unicorn blood into the lake that housed the dead bodies.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Shadowheart**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Resourceful, determined, and cunning. She's a skilled cleric who can think on her feet.\n - Special Abilities: As a cleric of Lady Shar, she has access to divine magic and healing abilities. However, her memory loss limits her experiences and knowledge.\n - Relationships: Initially wary of the orc due to their differing species and personalities. Eventually forms a connection with him through shared experiences.\n\n2. **Orc**: \n - Appearance: Green-skinned, muscular build, and imposing presence. His size and physical attributes are emphasized throughout the story.\n - Personality: Dim-witted, simple-minded, and driven by basic desires (lust, greed). Despite this, he shows moments of understanding and adaptability.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly mentioned beyond his physical prowess.\n - Relationships: Begins as an antagonist but eventually becomes Shadowheart's reluctant ally and partner.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Mind Flayer Tadpoles**: Both Shadowheart and the orc have Mind Flayer tadpoles implanted in their minds, which creates a mental connection between them. This allows them to sense each other's emotions and desires.\n2. **Artifact**: A mysterious object that Shadowheart possesses, which the orc finds attractive due to its appearance rather than any inherent value.\n3. **Lady Shar's Influence**: As Shadowheart's patron deity, Lady Shar seems to be guiding Shadowheart towards certain outcomes, such as forming a connection with the orc and experiencing anal sex for the first time.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Artifact**: Described as shiny and attractive to the orc. Its purpose and properties remain unclear.\n2. **Cleric's Equipment**: Not explicitly mentioned, but implied to include spellcasting tools and possibly armor or protective gear.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Faerun**: A fantasy world setting, likely based on the Forgotten Realms universe.\n2. **Avernus**: A realm within the Nine Hells, which Shadowheart and the orc escape from.\n3. **Baldur's Gate**: A city in Faerun, which Shadowheart aims to reach as part of her mission.\n4. **Intellect Devourers**: Brains with limbs and claws, serving as enemies in the story.\n5. **Divine Magic**: As a cleric, Shadowheart can cast spells and perform miracles, although her memory loss restricts her abilities.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography**: The story mentions beaches, forests, and cities like Baldur's Gate, suggesting a diverse geography.\n2. **Politics**: The power dynamics between different factions and deities are hinted at, but not fully explored.\n3. **Social Hierarchies**: Species-based prejudices seem to exist, with orcs being viewed negatively by humans and elves.\n4. **Laws Governing the World**: The rules governing the world, such as the consequences of having Mind Flayer tadpoles, are not clearly defined.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Oooh, my head...\"\n\nWaking up, Shadowheart’s eyes flutter open as she finds herself on her back on a beach with a shadow draped over her. The first thing she sees is... an orc! Letting out a curse, she quickly scrambles back out of his reach, her hand instinctively closing around the Artifact that she’d risked life and limb to get. Her entire team was dead... it was just her left.\n\nShe prepares to call upon her Goddess’ magic to destroy the monster in front of her, only to hesitate when he pauses and pulls back instead of continuing his attack. Only then does it start to come back to her. The events that had led up to finding herself unconscious on a beach in the first place.\n\n\"You... you’re the one from the Nautiloid, aren’t you?\"\n\nShe remembered now. She’d woken up in a Mind Flayer Pod of all things, horrified beyond belief that she was going to be turned into one of them. The Artifact had been with her in the pod, but that meant nothing if she couldn’t escape transformation. Fortunately for her, the reason she’d woken up had also proved to be her salvation... the Mind Flayer Ship was under attack.\n\nIt hadn’t been long before the orc standing before her now had shown up in the room where her pod was located with a githyanki warrior at his side. Shadowheart had been a little put off by the two monstrous individuals, but they were better than Mind Flayers so she’d banged on the inside of the pod and screamed for help anyways.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe githyanki had been dismissive of her... both before and after she’d been freed from the pod. But the orc... he hadn’t even bothered looking for controls. He’d grabbed hold of the pod’s outer casing and much to Shadowheart’s amazement, ripped it clean off. From there... from there, the three of them had fought their way to the helm and from the look of things, they’d managed to get out of Avernus and back to Faerun. Hopefully they were on the Sword Coast and near Baldur’s Gate. Shadowheart had to get to the city...\n\n\"... Yes.\"\n\nPausing, the half-elf looks at the orc. Wait, was he just now answering her? Had she confused him by mentioning the Nautiloid and he’d had to figure out what she meant? Or... no, what was he staring at? Her body? Her chest? Shadowheart flushes and fidgets for a moment. Ah...\n\n\"Just now... when I woke up to find you looming over me. What exactly were you reaching for, creature?\"\n\nThe orc blinks at that... and then points. At her hand.\n\n\"Shiny.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe Artifact. He was after the Artifact. But not because he knew it’s true value... merely because he thought it looked neat. Shadowheart stares at the orc askance for a moment. What kind of orc even was he?! What sort of orc passed up a perfectly good nubile half-elf just for some loot instead?!\n\nIt’s in that moment that she feels something. A connection. Both of them had been tadpoled back on the ship. Their minds touch for a second and she feels the orc’s base urges. The desire to have her shiny is there... but so is the desire to have her. Shadowheart’s face grows red as she takes an instinctive step back from him, tucking the Artifact away in her pouch.\n\n\"You... urgh. You’re really not the sort of person I’d travel with willingly, but we don’t have much of a choice, do we? I suppose... you’ll do until we can get to Baldur’s Gate.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe orc narrows his eyes at that, looking a little disgruntled. Finally, he points at her.\n\n\"Saved pretty elf girl. Give shiny.\"\n\nBy the Lady, he was dim wasn’t he? Still, Shadowheart could work with that. He didn’t seem to realize she had a clear view into his mind. Sure, he wanted the Artifact. But... he also wanted more than that, he just didn’t understand his own desires. Not like she did.\n\n\"You want compensation for your efforts. Understandable. Don’t worry... I know exactly how I’m going to pay you back. Stay with me and you’ll get something better than shiny, alright?\"\n\nAs she speaks, she feels... something through their connection. She pushes on it and the orc’s eyes widen slightly as if in understanding. Finally, thankfully, he nods his head slowly.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"... Okay.\"\n\nLetting out a sigh, Shadowheart rolls her eyes and looks around the beach. Ugh, the sun was already setting. She’d try to see what progress they could make tonight, but she’d also have to keep an eye out so they could make camp and she could... show this orc just how she was going to compensate him properly for his help.\n\nIt would be like walking a tight rope. She would need to make sure she kept a solid grip on the proceedings so that things didn’t get out of hand. But she was a Cleric of Lady Shar, trained for decades in her service! Surely she could handle a single orc without issue...\n\nWHAP! WHAP! WHAP!\n\n\"Guh! F-Fuck! S-Slow down, you BEAST!\"\n\nBut of course, the orc does not slow down. If anything he fucks her harder than before, pounding away at her pussy from behind as Shadowheart cries out. On her hands and knees on a bedroll, the half-elf finds herself being railed by the orc she’d ‘recruited’ just a few short hours ago.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAs expected, they hadn’t even fully made it off the beach before having to stop and make camp for the night. There were fucking Intellect Devourers in every direction, brains with limbs and claws. The fights themselves hadn’t been overly long with her orc bodyguard tearing through the damn things like no one’s business... but she HAD wound up spending her scant spells for the day on the two encounters they’d wound up having.\n\nIn the end, not knowing what they might find beyond those dead Intellect Devourers, Shadowheart had made an executive decision and declared that they were making camp for the evening. Something that her new ‘friend’ had shrugged and gone along with, thankfully. \n\nOf course, from there she’d intended to start in on her plan to wrap the orc around her little finger, to make him wholly dependent on her for all independent thought... and ultimately to turn him into her boytoy for stress relief and the like.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIt should have been easy. She was going to play coy, tease him with some skin, and make him beg for mercy. And yet... and yet, somewhere along the way, that plan had gone to shit. Now here she was, the one begging for mercy and not getting a single iota of it as the orc fucks her from behind with every last inch of his big fat green cock.\n\nSMACK! SMACK! SMACK!\n\n\"Ooooooh GODDESS!!\"\n\nShadowheart’s eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a particularly lewd cry as she cums on the orc’s cock. It’s too good. It’s just too fucking good. She was over forty fucking years old, damn it! She should not be this... inexperienced. But while she’s sure that she definitely has some sexual encounters under her belt, she couldn’t say what they were. Probably had to do with the memory loss, really.\n\nAs part of this mission, to protect the identities of her fellow Priests and Priestesses, Shadowheart had willingly allowed some of her memories to be taken from her. They would all be returned when she finally reached Baldur’s Gate and successfully completed her mission, but until then she couldn’t remember the names, faces, or voices of anyone who she’d grown up with.\n\nY-Yes... that was why she was so weak to this orc’s... pleasure a-attacks. It was simply because all of her experience was locked away with the rest of her memories!<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Nnngh... e-enjoy this w-while you can, orc! It... it will NOT be happening every n-night!\"\n\nIn response, the orc grunts... and then seems to take her words to heart, because the next thing Shadowheart knows, he’s grabbing hold of her braid and giving it a sharp tug.\n\n\"Eep!\"\n\nHer pussy walls clench around the orc’s cock as he pulls her head back and forces her to arch her spine. Eyes wide, the half-elf squeals as he picks up speed again, pounding into her cunt with even greater force than before. She’s lucky she’s so hardy and tough. This damn beast would break her in half otherwise.\n\n\"Y-You... monster! Guh! T-Taking such liberties... I promise I’ll m-make you pay for t-this!\"\n\nHow, she has no idea. And honestly, a small part of her doesn’t see why she should punish the orc for being the cause of multiple orgasms. Yes multiple, because even as she kneels there in her bedroll, she’s letting out another loud, wanton cry, cumming upon the orc’s big fat dick yet again as he fills her with his massive mast over and over.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"You’re stretching me out... oh Goddess, I’m never going to be able to take a normal c-cock again if you keep this up! Please... just give my cunt a break you bastard!\"\n\nShe’s not sure she even means it. But she feels like she has to say something. Like it’s expected. Unfortunately... that proves to be a mistake.\n\n\"Okay.\"\n\nShadowheart freezes as the orc finally speaks for the first time since impaling her upon his cock. Suddenly, the massive green-skinned monster pulls his dick out of her pussy. Wait. Was he actually giving her a break? But she was so close to another orgasm! Ugh, how was she supposed to tell him that she wanted him to-! Wait!\n\n\"W-What are you doing?! That’s the wrong hole!\"\n\n\"Giving cunt a break.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAnd then he shoves his cock into her ass, just like that. He’d been spreading her butt cheeks for a moment, prodding her asshole with the tip of his dick... but Shadowheart had been so caught up in her own internal monologue that it had taken her way too long to realize what he was up to. In the end... all she can do is HOWL as his cock, lubed up by her pussy juices and multiple orgasms, splits open her ass and stretches her anus in the same way he’d been stretching her cunt.\n\nGrunting happily, the orc slowly but steadily begins thrusting in and out of her ass. MUCH slower than he’d been fucking her cunt, meaning he knew that he had to be careful with this hole. But he’s still fucking her ass, the bastard!\n\n\"You... a-ah... too much... way too much!\"\n\n\"Heh. This hole tighter. Me like.\"\n\nF-Fuck! She was stuck relying on a dimwitted moron with a massive cock and a lacking amount of sense! Groaning, Shadowheart lowers her head into her bedroll, just trying to survive the experience. Lady Shar was all about loss. So maybe this was all part of her plan for Shadowheart. But no, even her faith couldn’t help her through the fact that she was currently losing her anal virginity to a massive fucking orc of all people!\n\n\"S-Should have left you... on the beach... d-damn it! Fucking... guh!\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe just snorts in response, slowly picking up his pace again as her poor backdoor is stretched and stretched and slowly loosens up under the onslaught delivered by his throbbing mast covered in her pussy juices. And when he grabs her braid again and pulls her head back once more, all Shadowheart can do is cry out in an ugly fashion.\n\n... It shouldn’t feel good, she’s pretty sure. But it’s starting to. Getting fucked in the ass is starting to feel way better than she thought it would. Anal sex wasn’t something Shadowheart had ever considered. Even with her memories currently being full of holes, she’s confident that she definitely hasn’t ever done it in the butt before.\n\nAnd yet... and yet the orc doesn’t care about any of that. All he cares about is his pleasure. Hers is just... serendipity. But that serendipity still winds up building its way to another orgasm... this time one had while his big fat green cock barrels in and out of her asshole.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Shadowheart**: \n - Appearance: Not explicitly described.\n - Personality: Resourceful, determined, and cunning. She's a skilled cleric who can think on her feet.\n - Special Abilities: As a cleric of Lady Shar, she has access to divine magic and healing abilities. However, her memory loss limits her experiences and knowledge.\n - Relationships: Initially wary of the orc due to their differing species and personalities. Eventually forms a connection with him through shared experiences.\n\n2. **Orc**: \n - Appearance: Green-skinned, muscular build, and imposing presence. His size and physical attributes are emphasized throughout the story.\n - Personality: Dim-witted, simple-minded, and driven by basic desires (lust, greed). Despite this, he shows moments of understanding and adaptability.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly mentioned beyond his physical prowess.\n - Relationships: Begins as an antagonist but eventually becomes Shadowheart's reluctant ally and partner.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Mind Flayer Tadpoles**: Both Shadowheart and the orc have Mind Flayer tadpoles implanted in their minds, which creates a mental connection between them. This allows them to sense each other's emotions and desires.\n2. **Artifact**: A mysterious object that Shadowheart possesses, which the orc finds attractive due to its appearance rather than any inherent value.\n3. **Lady Shar's Influence**: As Shadowheart's patron deity, Lady Shar seems to be guiding Shadowheart towards certain outcomes, such as forming a connection with the orc and experiencing anal sex for the first time.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Artifact**: Described as shiny and attractive to the orc. Its purpose and properties remain unclear.\n2. **Cleric's Equipment**: Not explicitly mentioned, but implied to include spellcasting tools and possibly armor or protective gear.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Faerun**: A fantasy world setting, likely based on the Forgotten Realms universe.\n2. **Avernus**: A realm within the Nine Hells, which Shadowheart and the orc escape from.\n3. **Baldur's Gate**: A city in Faerun, which Shadowheart aims to reach as part of her mission.\n4. **Intellect Devourers**: Brains with limbs and claws, serving as enemies in the story.\n5. **Divine Magic**: As a cleric, Shadowheart can cast spells and perform miracles, although her memory loss restricts her abilities.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography**: The story mentions beaches, forests, and cities like Baldur's Gate, suggesting a diverse geography.\n2. **Politics**: The power dynamics between different factions and deities are hinted at, but not fully explored.\n3. **Social Hierarchies**: Species-based prejudices seem to exist, with orcs being viewed negatively by humans and elves.\n4. **Laws Governing the World**: The rules governing the world, such as the consequences of having Mind Flayer tadpoles, are not clearly defined.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"AIIIIIIEEEE!!\"\n\nEyes rolling back in her head, tongue lolling out of her mouth, Shadowheart has one of the most shameful orgasms of her life and damn near blacks out for a second from the pleasure... only to come back to herself when the orc yanks himself out of her ass and thrusts right back into her cunt without so much as a ‘by your leave’.\n\nThis time around, he’s not holding back at all. He’s given her the ‘break’ she asked for and has stopped taking things slow... but his definition of the word anyways. Squealing, Shadowheart gives up all pretenses of not enjoying the fuck out of this.\n\n\"Y-Yes! Fuck... nnngh! H-Harder... fucking HARDER!\"\n\nShuddering as he pulls on her braid and pounds her pussy into the shape of his cock, she can feel things building to the end. But not before he forces another pair of orgasms out of her cunt, making her climax all over his dick so very messily twice more. Only then... only after that does Shadowheart feel it. The massive green-skinned monster’s throbbing member pulses and pulsates inside of her. His balls slap against her clit and pussy mound and churn with every impact. And then... he cums.\n\nAgain, her eyes roll back in her head. Again, she damn near passes out as he cums and cums and cums. His seed fills her womb and then some, to the point where it overflows out of her stuffed pussy and splatters the bedroll between her legs. Shadowheart’s entire body shakes and spasms as she quivers beneath him, trembling from the exertion.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWhen he pulls out of her one last time and lets go of her braid, the half-elf drops face first into the bedroll, her ass lifted up into the air for a moment before she collapses onto her side, panting heavily.\n\nAs she lays there trying to recover her strength, the orc sits down next to her, his massive cock a mere foot or so from her face. When he grabs her by her braid again, this time near the base, and pulls her head into his lap to have her suck his cock clean... Shadowheart doesn’t fight it. In a way, this in and of itself is a form of control over the orc... right?\n\nThough, she has to admit to doubting her own internal thoughts when she sees the orc playing with the Artifact in his other hand a moment later, seemingly engrossed by the ‘shiny’. Flushing as she realizes she didn’t even notice him pilfering the damn thing, Shadowheart pulls off of the bastard’s cock for a moment and scowls at him.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Just... just don’t break it, okay? Please?\"\n\nThe orc looks at her for a moment and then snorts before returning his attention to his prize while pushing her back down on his cock. Blushing at being so easily... ignored, Shadowheart nevertheless sucks every inch of her companion’s cock clean. She needs him to want to work with her and travel with her. No matter what that takes...<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Heilan**: \n - Appearance: Beastfolk (a humanoid animal hybrid) with a curled tail.\n - Personality: Submissive, obedient, and eager to please.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned explicitly.\n - Relationships: Heilan looks up to her Master (the protagonist), seems to respect Luire, and has a complicated relationship with Raithe.\n\n2. **Raithe**:\n - Appearance: Not specified.\n - Personality: Innocent, confused, and possibly traumatized due to her shattered soul.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned explicitly.\n - Relationships: Raithe appears to be under the care of Heilan and is being watched over by Luire.\n\n3. **Luire**:\n - Appearance: Elf with long, pointed ears.\n - Personality: Calm, measured, and empathetic.\n - Special Abilities: Magic user, possibly with shamanic abilities.\n - Relationships: Luire respects his companions, particularly Heilan, and is concerned about Jeane's well-being.\n\n4. **Jeane**:\n - Appearance: Dark elf with striking features.\n - Personality: Intelligent, proud, and occasionally emotional.\n - Special Abilities: Magic user, possibly with aptitude for magic.\n - Relationships: Jeane values her independence, trusts her instincts, and is developing feelings for the protagonist.\n\n5. **Orc**:\n - Appearance: Physically imposing male orc.\n - Personality: Manipulative, condescending, and calculating.\n - Special Abilities: Possibly attuned to dark magic or has unique abilities as an orc.\n - Relationships: The orc is trying to influence Jeane and undermine the protagonist's authority.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n- **Heilan's trait:** As a beastfolk variant, Heilan practically begs to be controlled and used to extreme degrees.\n- **Raithe's condition:** Shattered soul; her behavior and expressions don't convey much understanding due to her trauma.\n- **Jeane's recent realization:** She discovered she is a dark elf less than a week ago and is still coming to terms with her heritage.\n- **Dark elves:** Rumors suggest they are malicious, attuned to magic, and live longer than other elves.\n- **Orcs:** Known for their ability to breed with other species, brainwash women into becoming orc women, and indoctrinate men into perceiving themselves as female.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n- **Dagger:** Luire carries a dagger as part of his attire.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n- **Magic system:** Elves and possibly other beings possess magical abilities, which seem to be tied to their heritage or innate talents.\n- **Shamanism:** Luire might be familiar with shamanic practices or magic, but the specifics are unclear.\n- **Beastfolk variants:** Some beastfolk exhibit traits like Heilan's submissive nature, suggesting variations within their species.\n- **Social hierarchy:** In the world, there appear to be established social norms, such as beastfolk girls being seen as subservient or vulnerable.\n- **Politics and conflict:** Orcs pose a significant threat, having been at war with Poren (an elven nation) since their creation. Other kingdoms and nations may also be involved in conflicts.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n- **Geography:** Trysk, a vast land containing multiple human kingdoms, exists alongside other nations like Poren.\n- **Politics:** Kingdoms and nations interact through diplomacy, trade, and conflict.\n- **Social hierarchies:** Established norms dictate roles for different species and individuals within society.\n- **Laws governing the world:** Unspecified, but the presence of orcs and their actions imply that laws or rules exist to address threats like theirs.\n\nThis analysis provides insight into the complex relationships, magical systems, and societal norms present in the story.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIt became clear to you that there was only one way to proceed with Heilan. The girl had already essentially been 'activated' due to her variant's negative trait being triggered and there was nothing you could do about that. Not at the time, anyway. You were in a situation where at any moment you could be thrust into danger. Beastfolk males and orcs roamed freely. Even if you tried to be the good guy you would simply be softening up her image of you, thereby setting her up to get taken by the next dominant man that threw his dick around. Or worst case scenario she would just go back to Djir. It was a sensitive situation. Ultimately you had to admit that Kara had the right idea.\n\n\"Should you be standing up so straight in front of me?\" You asked Heilan, just trying to measure her reaction to your attempt at dominance. \n\nThe girl realized immediately what you meant. Her curled up tail began wagging as she tilted her head down and bowed slightly before you.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Sorry.\" She offered casually. \n\nYou had to wonder if she was testing you, as well. Her trait meant that she practically begged to be controlled and used to extreme degrees. To be a second to someone that would rule her life. So, it was strange for her to be so flippant. You sighed, not used to this at all. \n\n\"Be more formal.\" You reached out and flicked one of her ears lightly, in case your request was not enough. That set it twitching. A shudder ran down Heilan's back and she inhaled deeply. \n\nAs she exhaled she nodded and tried again. \"I apologize deeply, Master.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Okay.\" You nod, resting a hand on top of her head. You rubbed her head as one would a pet and she seemed to respond to that extremely favorably by leaning into it, but not so much that she broker her posture. For the moment you were giving her everything she needed. Firmness, correction and a reward for good behavior. It was something you would have to get used to, but you resolved to get it right for her. Her slipping away from you in favor of some other beast was not only bad for your group, you decided it would be bad for her as well. You glanced over and furrowed your brow as on your opposite side Raithe was standing and watching with the same blank expression she always held. After a moment she started mimicking Heilan's posture. You nipped that in the bud by gripping her shoulder and pushing her back upright. \n\n\"Nope. Not you. Stop that.\" You warned, wagging your finger in front of her face to try and get her to understand. She looked confused, but she always did ever since her soul was shattered, so it did not convey much to you about what she was thinking, if anything. As you released her she did not try to repeat the same actions again and just stood by innocently. You glanced over and saw that Heilan was still in the same bent over, subservient posture. \n\n\"Stay close to me, keep your head down, do NOT talk to anyone except me and look after this one but do not try to do anything with her.\" You ordered Heilan firmly. Her head was down still but you could tell she was listening because her ears had rotated towards you to the full extent that they were able. Once she was sure you had stopped talking she nodded and straightened up her posture, but kept her head lowered.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Understood!\"\n\n*\n\nYou tried to take your mind off of Jeane by going around to the rest of your party to see how they were managing. The first was Luire. The elf was sitting quietly by himself at a table. He of course showed very little interest in the dancing and partying. \n\n\"How are you holding up?\" As you asked that he looked up and lifted a brow at Heilan standing submissively behind you. Her arm was locked with Raithe's, since she was told to look after her. He decided against bringing it up. \n\n\"I am doing well.\"\n\nYou stared down at him curiously. \"Sorry, I understand why places like this might be uncomfortable for you.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe shook his head lightly and panned his gaze across the sitting area of the bad section. \"This type of place neither bothers me or entices me.\" He looked at you pointedly.\n\n\"As you could imagine.\"\n\n\"Right, right.\" You blushed. \n\n\"Sorry...\" You considered what else to say. For much of the trip after your initial meeting you had given quite a lot of lead to both Vura and Luire, with the focus very much being on Heilan. Despite that, they seemed to manage themselves quite well. You could see past Luire that Vura was in her element, enjoying the beastfolk girls dancing on tables. You decided that she basically needed nothing else. From you or anyway. Vura was a trooper. Luire was as well. As you centered your gaze on him your eyes fell upon his long, pointed ears. You still could not take your mind off Jeane.\n\n\"You are an elf.\"\n\n\"Yes.\" He nodded, as though that was not a strange thing to bring up after so long.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nYour face was lush after realizing how vague your comment was. The intent came after you said it, as well, so there was no use explaining. You simply moved forward with what you were getting at. \n\n\"Are dark elves much different from you?\"\n\nLuire considered the question carefully. \"I do not fully know. I just always knew that my kind came from them and that they still do exist.\" He smirked. \n\n\"I was always told that they were malicious, but who knows if that is true. It is said that they are all attuned to magic, while my kind is more similar to humanity in that some of us simply... Are not. I have heard stories of them living much longer as well. Thousands of years, easily, instead of a hundred or two for us.\"\n\n\"I know the Kingdom stigmatizes them. Is that because of the 'maliciousness' rumors?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"It's mostly because they sided with these people.\" Luire motioned around the room at the various peoples the humans would refer to as demons.\n\n\"It's probably more to do with that. The rumors and myths and other nasty stuff will come after that pretty easily.\"\n\nYou smiled at the reasonable response. \"Is it the same with orcs?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nLuire rested a hand on his dagger as soon as you said that. \"Orcs? What do you mean?\"\n\nYou were a bit taken aback. \"Are the rumors about those untrue?\"\n\nHe shook his head firmly. \"No. They're true. Orcs are an actual problem. My home nation, Poren, has been at war with them since our creation. Maybe even before that.\" Poren was a nation to the east of Trysk, the vast land containing your Kingdom, and many other human kingdoms. Poren was a nation of elves that existed long before yours, but they only truly began expanding around the same period as Vagar's conquests. The two were not unrelated. Therefore, your nations were tied together rather closely. Poren's southern reaches was one of the main battlegrounds between orcs, men and elves.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"But what about the nasty stuff coming after the conflict?\"\n\n\"Sometimes nastiness is just nastiness.\" Luire asserted. \n\n\"Orcs are a male only race that can breed elves, humans, beastfolk, pretty much anything that walks on two legs that we know of. The offspring will always be orc if male, or the base race if female.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"So they are perfectly set up to replace the males of any race?\" You began to get worried more and more for Jeane. \n\nLuire nodded solemnly. \"Their primary goal in politics, war and anything else is to remove males of other races from the breeding pool through any means necessary while indoctrinating the women.\"\n\nYou gulp. \"How would an orc go about doing that with a woman, generally?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I don't like thinking about it.\" He seemed pained, as though it weighed particularly hard on him.\n\n\"But they will always seek to brainwash the woman into removing her awareness of herself as an 'elf' or a 'human' or a 'beastfolk.' Regardless of what she is, the orc will convince her she is an 'orc woman.' In the least violent cases, an orc will also do the same to males. They will remove their perception of themselves as males, then proceed to the second step once that is done as though they are females.\" He stared gravely at you. \n\n\"When Poren loses a town or city to orcs it is impossible to take back the population after enough time has passed. That is how much of a problem they are. The people that live there are brainwashed and all the children that are born are 'orcs.' regardless of race.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Jeane walked away with an orc less than an hour ago.\" You mention nervously. \n\nLuire's eyes widened at that and he stood up. \"Well, you need to get her away from him, obviously.\"\n\n\"Shouldn't she know all of this if she's an elf?\" You groan, rubbing your face.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"If she grew up sheltered she may not. City elves, kingdom elves; they may go their whole life without meeting one, mercifully. But her not knowing anything at all just makes it more of a dangerous situation for her.\"\n\n\"Could you come with me and tell her what you told me? For some reason while we were around the orc I was trying to warn her, but I didn't do a good job. I became so emotional. She did too, to be fair...\" \n\nLuire bit his thumb. \"I wonder if it's a shaman...\" \n\n\"A magic user? Definitely is.\" You remember clearly that he had some abilities and aptitude with magic. \n\n\"That is not good. Orcs have their own magic that we do not understand fully. They keep their secrets very well hidden because simply getting close to one, even a hostage, can be dangerous. I know that Poren does not allow orc magic users to be used as dignitaries and if any arrive they are killed.\" \n\n\"You know a lot about orcs.\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Heilan**: \n - Appearance: Beastfolk (a humanoid animal hybrid) with a curled tail.\n - Personality: Submissive, obedient, and eager to please.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned explicitly.\n - Relationships: Heilan looks up to her Master (the protagonist), seems to respect Luire, and has a complicated relationship with Raithe.\n\n2. **Raithe**:\n - Appearance: Not specified.\n - Personality: Innocent, confused, and possibly traumatized due to her shattered soul.\n - Special Abilities: None mentioned explicitly.\n - Relationships: Raithe appears to be under the care of Heilan and is being watched over by Luire.\n\n3. **Luire**:\n - Appearance: Elf with long, pointed ears.\n - Personality: Calm, measured, and empathetic.\n - Special Abilities: Magic user, possibly with shamanic abilities.\n - Relationships: Luire respects his companions, particularly Heilan, and is concerned about Jeane's well-being.\n\n4. **Jeane**:\n - Appearance: Dark elf with striking features.\n - Personality: Intelligent, proud, and occasionally emotional.\n - Special Abilities: Magic user, possibly with aptitude for magic.\n - Relationships: Jeane values her independence, trusts her instincts, and is developing feelings for the protagonist.\n\n5. **Orc**:\n - Appearance: Physically imposing male orc.\n - Personality: Manipulative, condescending, and calculating.\n - Special Abilities: Possibly attuned to dark magic or has unique abilities as an orc.\n - Relationships: The orc is trying to influence Jeane and undermine the protagonist's authority.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n- **Heilan's trait:** As a beastfolk variant, Heilan practically begs to be controlled and used to extreme degrees.\n- **Raithe's condition:** Shattered soul; her behavior and expressions don't convey much understanding due to her trauma.\n- **Jeane's recent realization:** She discovered she is a dark elf less than a week ago and is still coming to terms with her heritage.\n- **Dark elves:** Rumors suggest they are malicious, attuned to magic, and live longer than other elves.\n- **Orcs:** Known for their ability to breed with other species, brainwash women into becoming orc women, and indoctrinate men into perceiving themselves as female.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n- **Dagger:** Luire carries a dagger as part of his attire.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n- **Magic system:** Elves and possibly other beings possess magical abilities, which seem to be tied to their heritage or innate talents.\n- **Shamanism:** Luire might be familiar with shamanic practices or magic, but the specifics are unclear.\n- **Beastfolk variants:** Some beastfolk exhibit traits like Heilan's submissive nature, suggesting variations within their species.\n- **Social hierarchy:** In the world, there appear to be established social norms, such as beastfolk girls being seen as subservient or vulnerable.\n- **Politics and conflict:** Orcs pose a significant threat, having been at war with Poren (an elven nation) since their creation. Other kingdoms and nations may also be involved in conflicts.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n- **Geography:** Trysk, a vast land containing multiple human kingdoms, exists alongside other nations like Poren.\n- **Politics:** Kingdoms and nations interact through diplomacy, trade, and conflict.\n- **Social hierarchies:** Established norms dictate roles for different species and individuals within society.\n- **Laws governing the world:** Unspecified, but the presence of orcs and their actions imply that laws or rules exist to address threats like theirs.\n\nThis analysis provides insight into the complex relationships, magical systems, and societal norms present in the story.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe nodded and pointed down towards his nethers. \"Yeah, well...\"\n\nYou understood immediately. \"I thought that was done by your own people?\" \n\n\"It was.\" He added cryptically. \n\n\"Let's go.\"\n\nYou began sifting through the crowd with Luire to try and find Jeane. As you are walking you happen to catch a glimpse of a stage where a crimson-haired fox-girl wearing a veil is dancing seductively. Many men, including the old mage were drooling over her as she moved extremely fluidly across the small circular state. Her state of dress was not any better or worse than what she usually wore. A thong, with some stiletto heels. She wore a top that was thin and probably meant to be very easy to take off. All of it was red, to fit in with her general aesthetic. The area seemed to care a lot about aesthetic with all of the girls dressing appropriately to what they were. Their jewelry, their clothes, their hair. It all just seemed to fit. If you spaced out for a second you would find yourself being enticed by one or more of the beauties, but thankfully you were focused. \n\nGradually, thanks to Luire you were able to track down Jeane and the orc. She was sitting with one leg crossed over the other on a bench. Your eyes widened as you viewed the orc leaning over towards her. You rushed forward, feeling an overflowing of panic and emotion.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Stop! Stop!\" A few guests turned to look at you briefly before ignoring you. The orc noticed you right away and leaned back, his broad brow raising. Jeane stared at you with an annoyed expression. Her arms crossed tightly over her slight chest. \n\n\"What?\" She snapped back at you. \n\nYou could have been a bit more diplomatic, but you felt yourself fill with annoyance and rage as well at what you viewed to be her immediately getting with the orc man she just met. \n\n\"Kissing on the first date?\" You utter derisively. \n\nJeane rolled her eyes. \"No, actually. He was whispering something to me.\"\n\n\"Kid's got basically no faith in you, Jeanie.\" The orc mocked, offering you a little wink that only set you off further. Before you could say anything else, however, Luire caught up to you.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Please, believe me madame. The orc is dangerous and does not have your best interest in mind.\" Luire stated simply and clearly. \n\nThe mage shook her delicate head. \"Do you think I can not make that judgment for myself?\"\n\nLuire stared at you hesitantly. You stared back, trying to hold back your emotions around the orc. You could see Luire growing increasingly worried and upset. Though it was subtle, it was very noticeable as you had always known the elf to be very measured and calm.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Did you aggravate her before?\" He asked through clenched teeth. You opened your mouth to argue, but instead chose to nod guiltily in fear of what you might say to further exacerbate things. He whispered. \n\n\"We need to diffuse this tension somehow. She seems upset and spiteful. I do not know if she would listen to even me.\"\n\nAs if to confirm that statement Jeane waved a hand dismissively. \"He told me all the racist things you were going to say. As a dark elf, myself, I do not appreciate the stereotyping.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nYou gritted your teeth as well. \"You only realized you were a dark elf less than a week ago and now you're saying 'as a dark elf?' besides, sometimes things really are exactly what people say they are.\"\n\nJeane huffed. \"How can we confirm that intellectually without conversing, though.\"\n\n\"Exactly. But they don't want that. They want you to just write me off because they don't think as good as you do. They aren't smart enough to see the stuff you do, Jeanie.\" The orc said, perfectly playing into her pride.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Stupid! Stupid wo-\" Luire, for the first time you had ever seen, lost his cool. You swiftly covered his mouth to stifle the insult. Jeane was taken aback by the display, but thankfully you stopped him before too much damage could be done. \n\n\"Calm down.\" You say into Luire's twitching ear as you yourself also feel yourself becoming more and more emotional. A number of thoughts ran through your head. The first one and most pressing thought was that you were right, Jeane was stupid and she needed you to save her. You ran through ways to save her. Violence did come to mind, but you realized even in your emotional state that it was not an option without upsetting the raccoon. Reasoning with her was still an option, but you were not sure if the words would actually reach her. She was already skillfully fed a rational by the orc that ran counter to what you were trying to warn her about and she ate it up. \n\n\"Oh that girl's just upset because her parents chose to join us.\" The orc pointed to an angry Luire. You had to hold him back with all your strength. You could tell what he was thinking without him even having to say anything; how did he know? You wondered the same thing earlier. He pointed at you, next.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"That girl is really, really mad because all the women important to her end up with other guys.\" That one stung. \n\nJeane tilted her head to one side. She actually seemed a little touched. \"Is that what you are worried about happening here?\" She sighed lightly and uncrossed her arms. \n\n\"I get it if you care about me. Do you?\" She asked. \n\nYou nodded truthfully. \"I do. I care a lot. Honestly, I'm still considering your offer pretty strongly.\"\n\nJeane smiled sweetly. \"That... Makes sense. I understand the insecurity a little better.\" She stood up and began walking towards you. The orc grunted, but did not stop her. \n\n\"I am sorry for being so emotional.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nYou calmed down quite a bit. \"I'm sorry, too.\"\n\nShe stared at you rather timidly. \"I really do like you, Hero. I believe that we could have something now that 'teacher and student' is off the table. What do you think?\" She held out her delicate, pale hands. \n\nYou gulped and took them. \"I think so, too, but...\" You stared past her at the smug orc, narrowing your eyes at him.\n\nJeane seemed somewhat troubled. She wanted something from you. \"The orc and I are friends. He is not bad.\" She took a deep breath and stared you down very assertively. Her hands clenched yours.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"If it is a problem, it means you do not trust me. If you do not trust me then I do not believe we can be together.\" She was very serious. There was nothing you could say to contradict her, no matter how wrong you knew she was.\n\n\"What does trusting you mean in regards to him?\" You motion with your head towards the orc. \n\n\"It means letting him be around. I am learning new things. I am learning about this place. I am meeting new people. I need to come into my own.\" Jeane explained. You glanced over. Luire was shaking next to you. It was time to make a decision. Preferably quick, because it seemed as though the elf was going to lose control. You could trust Jeane and allow the dangerous orc to be 'around.' for the duration of your stay. Or, you could get in the way. You had powers, new powers that you had yet to fully flex. They probably worked on orcs and would allow you to get between her and him in a way that would let her be 'trusted' while also being kept out of danger.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe question for Patrons this chapter is \"Trust jeane\" or \"Protect Jeane\" If you want to have a say in the direction of the story join me athttps://www.patreon.com/TVWintergreen<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Josephine Montilyet**: \n - Appearance: Lustrous black hair held in an articulate bun, braids woven from the sides into the back; voluptuous body hidden beneath multiple layers of clothing; dark olive skin.\n - Personality: Thrives on complication; used to handling minute tasks; diplomatic and skilled in navigating complex situations.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly mentioned.\n - Relationships: Ambassador and chief diplomat of the Inquisition; heiress to the recovering Montilyet fortune; overseer of their mercantile enterprises.\n\n2. **Ebasit Adaar (Grey Elk)**:\n - Appearance: Silver hair running wildly down his back and over his pointed ears; prominent brows with silver hair over his eyes; red eyes; muscular robust body; scars; two pairs of horns, with the dominant pair resembling those of a dire stag or ogre.\n - Personality: Prefers simplicity; finds simple solutions easier to manage; believes deconstructing complexity makes understanding and comprehension simpler.\n - Special Abilities: Acute red eyes allowing him to pick up subtle movements; no supernatural abilities mentioned.\n - Relationships: Inquisitor; leader of the Grey Elk; has a complicated past with Josephine.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Qunari Physical Characteristics**: Mentioned as having prominent brows and pointed ears.\n2. **Vashoth Physical Characteristics**: Mentioned as being short compared to Qunari, especially Tal-Vashoth named Iron Bull.\n3. **Ebasit's Horns**: Two pairs of horns, one pair resembling those of a dire stag or ogre.\n4. **Adaar's Simple Nature**: Prefers simplicity and finds it easier to manage than complexity.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Arrows**: Not explicitly described but mentioned as Ebasit's arrows have felled many foes.\n2. **Blades**: Not explicitly described but mentioned as Ebasit's blades have slashed many throats.\n3. **Horns**: Used by Ebasit for combat and intimidation.\n4. **8-inch Prick (Cock)**: A large phallus belonging to Ebasit, described as 18 inches long.\n5. **Golden Necklace**: Worn by Josephine, described as complicated jewelry.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Inquisition**: An organization led by Ebasit Adaar, with Josephine as ambassador and chief diplomat.\n2. **Qunari Culture**: Implied through physical characteristics and Ebasit's personality traits.\n3. **Vashoth Culture**: Implied through physical characteristics and Ebasit's preference for simplicity.\n4. **Thedas Geography**: Not explicitly mentioned, but implied as a world where different cultures and factions exist.\n5. **Social Hierarchy**: Implied through Josephine's title as heiress and overseer, and Ebasit's position as Inquisitor.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Ferelden**: A kingdom mentioned as being ruled by King Cousland, who congratulated Ebasit on the Inquisition's success.\n2. **Montilyet Fortune**: Recovering wealth owned by Josephine's family.\n3. **Mercantile Enterprises**: Business ventures overseen by Josephine.\n4. **Summit Delay**: The summit was delayed for a month, which is revealed after Ebasit and Josephine engage in intimate activities.\n\nPlease note that this analysis only includes information present in the provided text and does not add any external knowledge or interpretations.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nJosephine Montilyet thrived on complication.\n\nComplication was an inevitability when one is the ambassador and chief diplomat of the Inquisition. Josephine was also heiress to the recovering Montilyet fortune and therefore, overseer of their mercantile enterprises. She was used to complicated situations and solutions, an influence that affected her attire and handling of even the most minute of tasks.\n\nHer lustrous black hair was held in an articulate bun on the back of her head, braids woven from the sides into the back for a charming appeal. Her alluring voluptuous body was hidden beneath a multi-layered dress. A golden long sleeve poofy shirt with large shoulders was worn under a sleeveless blue coat that ran down to her legs and opened at the hips. All were held in place by the brown corset and black belt around her abdomen. A golden cloth was wrapped around her waist and an ornate necklace loosely hung from her shoulders. Golden boots ran up to her knees, above were worn dark bloomers that peaked out from under her thigh-length skirt. She even wore several petticoats under the skirt.\n\nAdaar on the other hand did not avoid complexity. He did however, prefer simplicity.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe Grey Elk of the Inquisition was no stranger to complexity or complication. But in his long career as a mercenary and now as Inquisitor, he found simple solutions to be easier to manage. He understood a situation and then shot at its heart to resolve it. He also had simple goals and simple ways of handling things in his life. He believed that things were just easier when things are deconstructed to where it was simple to understand and comprehend.\n\nThus, he wore a simple sleeveless shirt over his heavily scared and muscular robust body. His pants were just as simple as were the finger-less bracers and armored boots on his hands and feet. Silver hair ran wildly down his back and over his pointed ears. The only complicated things about him were his horns, two pairs which crowned his silver-haired head. The dominant pair would not look out of place on a dire stag or even an ogre and were as hard and thick as metal. Like other qunari or vashoth as Ebasit preferred, his brows were the most prominent part of his face with a hint of silver hair over his eyes.\n\nRed eyes which were staring down at the ambassador's rump.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nEven under all of those tedious layers of clothing, Adaar's acute red eyes could still pick out their shape. As Josephine meticulously picked through articles and documents for organization, her massive buttocks swayed and moved. They were subtle motions that most would not be able to detect or even care to try to see with how heavily clothed Josephine was. But Adaar could tell and Josephine knew that he could see her derriere.\n\n\"Apologies your worship. I swore that the letter from King Cousland was here somewhere.\" Josephine apologized, unable to locate the letter from the Warden-King of Ferelden congratulating Inquisitor Adaar for the Inquisition's success. The letter was necessary for reasons that Ebasit could not remember, he was too distracted from seeing Scribbles bend over on the table in search of the document. Now her gigantic ass was more visible to Adaar's vision, the dress stretched as her hind-cheeks parted and kept bucking together slowly.\n\n\"Josie, you can call me Ebasit. We're alone.\" Adaar walked forward, stretching his fingers and staring down at the woman's enticing backside. The slim vashoth was rather short compared to other qunari especially a certain Tal-Vashoth named Iron Bull. But he still towered more than two feet over the dark olive-skinned noble woman. An advantage he was happy to exploit, leaning over Josephine to look down at her nervous face. \"Relax. We'll be late regardless right?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe smiled up at him, giggling when she felt his hands dig under her many layers. A yelp escaped her full lips, smiling when she felt a thick finger rub her hidden labia. It would be too easy for Adaar to dig his finger through her folders, he knew exactly where her vaginal opening was. It would be too simple to dig his finger into her slit and finger-fuck her on the desk. The sheer leggings were a poor last obstacle to the rough digits, they could easily be pulled down or ripped with a forceful poke. Josephine couldn't stop him, she wouldn't want to stop him.\n\nBut he decided to make things complex.\n\nNot complicated, complex. There was a fine difference.\n\nJosephine was reminded of that difference, feeling a strong finger rotate around her vulva. She was paralyzed over the desk, vision growing hazy as warmth built up in between her shapely legs. Her unseen thighs rubbed upon each other, vaginal lips pulsing from the touch of the vashoth. She moaned luridly, doing nothing to stop her wide corset from being pulled off of her waist. Her outfit lost its conservative form, freeing the woman's massive breasts to act in accordance with gravity's laws.\n\nHe set a hand on her face, guiding it to his crotch as he pulled down his pants. She licked her lips, hazel eyes fixed on the sheathed 8 inch prick lying on top of mango-sized testicles. Josephine hopped up so that her knees were on the desk, setting one hand on the furniture and reaching out with the other to grab the growing cock. Adaar gasped at her firm grip, wide and innocent eyes staring up at his own as she stroked and pulled on the flexible prepuce. In turn, Ebasit rubbed two fingers over her snatch. Teasing her pussy and playing with the fleshy and sensitive folds through the thin covering of her pantyhose. He could feel wetness build in the leggings, Josephine's own juices lubricating them and dripping down onto the carpet.\n\nThe fruits of her handiwork soon bloomed into Josie's view. She saw a long and thick cock emerge from its outer sheath. Its length and girth would not be out of place on a horse, but its head was the same as a human's. There was a thin velvety tegument covering the shaft up to the underside of the meatus where it connected to the thick frenulum that widened from the tip down to the cock-head's corona. She continued stroking the outer skin, pushing it and the inner skin over the qunari phallus. She could not believe that this 18 inch stake had been inside of her or that Adaar could move as stealthily in battle with such huge parts.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAdaar watched Josephine suck on the tip of his spear, his free hand slowly removing her complicated clothing without her caring. He could tear off Josephine's dress and had done so before. But he was patient, letting Josephine lick the underside of his glans. He let her suckle on his heavy balls with her eyes still on his own. Her hips were wiggling under his touch, his fingers gently pressing her labium together with one digit twirling along the outside of her vaginal opening.\n\nA moment passed filled with cock worship and pussy probing. Josephine wrapped her enormous breasts the size of large cantaloupe around the vashoth's cock and stroked the vast shaft with her cleavage. The tip was firmly stuck in her luscious mouth, lips pressed and tasting the inner skin that moved forward and back over the cock-head in her mouth. Adaar's back was on the top of the desk, one hand groping Josie's ass and the other pressing his fingers into her wet pussy. Ebasit was nude, but Josephine had her shirt wrapped around her hips, her necklace laid upon her chest, her skirt discarded to give Adaar a full view of her stocking covered legs. The hand fondling her ass occasionally moved over her plump and thick thighs, a moan escaping Josephine from who her inner thigh was massaged and prodded.\n\nJosephine found her erotic high first, her screams muffled by the cock stuffing her mouth as her slit sprayed out juices onto the letter covered desk. Her orgasm made her hungry, causing her to aggressively deep-throat the heavily breathing Adaar and move her breasts up and down along the long shaft. Adaar laid there on the desk, letting Lady Montilyet skull-fuck herself and used a wet hand to lubricate her dark nipples with her own pussy juice. Her supple tits were too sensitive already, but being fondled so gently after already coming sent Josephine over the edge again. She took Adaar deep inside of her throat one last time before pulling back her head, a scream escaping her mouth as Adaar pinched her left nipple.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nThe sight of this dignified woman screaming like a whore brought Ebasit over his peak. His cock fired a stream of thick and loaded jizz onto Josephine's dark body. He grit and exhaled heavily, Josephine's tits milking more white cream onto her chest where it flowed down her nubile form. She opened her mouth wide, taking a huge shot of cum onto her tongue and swirling it against her gums before swallowing. The throbbing cock remained hard after it shot a lost stream on Josie's neck. \n\nAdaar wrapped his arms around Josie and pulled both of them onto the carpet. He let Josie land on him, lips finding hers and kissing her deeply. Ebasit felt Josephine grind her crotch against his still erect cock, her hands pulling the shirt down her body along with her ripped leggings. Ebasit pushed her onto the floor and helped her remove her last articles of clothing. She was now only wearing that golden necklace and Ebasit was content to let her wear that complicated jewelry.\n\nThere was no warning when he sheathed his cock into her cunt. Josephine's pussy tightened as she climaxed from the rough entry. Josephine cried out and wrapped her plump legs around Adaar, shrieking from the strength behind his forceful thrusts in and out of her orifice. Balls smashing upon her bountiful gluts, Adaar kissed her neck and nipped down to the top of her breasts, sending shivers down the woman's spine from the erotic torture. The foreplay upon her hard nipples worked hand in hand with the pounding that the 18 inch shaft gave her gripping pussy. A complex system of actions designed to drive Josephine over the edge of ecstasy and enjoy the simple things in life.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Josephine Montilyet**: \n - Appearance: Lustrous black hair held in an articulate bun, braids woven from the sides into the back; voluptuous body hidden beneath multiple layers of clothing; dark olive skin.\n - Personality: Thrives on complication; used to handling minute tasks; diplomatic and skilled in navigating complex situations.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly mentioned.\n - Relationships: Ambassador and chief diplomat of the Inquisition; heiress to the recovering Montilyet fortune; overseer of their mercantile enterprises.\n\n2. **Ebasit Adaar (Grey Elk)**:\n - Appearance: Silver hair running wildly down his back and over his pointed ears; prominent brows with silver hair over his eyes; red eyes; muscular robust body; scars; two pairs of horns, with the dominant pair resembling those of a dire stag or ogre.\n - Personality: Prefers simplicity; finds simple solutions easier to manage; believes deconstructing complexity makes understanding and comprehension simpler.\n - Special Abilities: Acute red eyes allowing him to pick up subtle movements; no supernatural abilities mentioned.\n - Relationships: Inquisitor; leader of the Grey Elk; has a complicated past with Josephine.\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Qunari Physical Characteristics**: Mentioned as having prominent brows and pointed ears.\n2. **Vashoth Physical Characteristics**: Mentioned as being short compared to Qunari, especially Tal-Vashoth named Iron Bull.\n3. **Ebasit's Horns**: Two pairs of horns, one pair resembling those of a dire stag or ogre.\n4. **Adaar's Simple Nature**: Prefers simplicity and finds it easier to manage than complexity.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Arrows**: Not explicitly described but mentioned as Ebasit's arrows have felled many foes.\n2. **Blades**: Not explicitly described but mentioned as Ebasit's blades have slashed many throats.\n3. **Horns**: Used by Ebasit for combat and intimidation.\n4. **8-inch Prick (Cock)**: A large phallus belonging to Ebasit, described as 18 inches long.\n5. **Golden Necklace**: Worn by Josephine, described as complicated jewelry.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Inquisition**: An organization led by Ebasit Adaar, with Josephine as ambassador and chief diplomat.\n2. **Qunari Culture**: Implied through physical characteristics and Ebasit's personality traits.\n3. **Vashoth Culture**: Implied through physical characteristics and Ebasit's preference for simplicity.\n4. **Thedas Geography**: Not explicitly mentioned, but implied as a world where different cultures and factions exist.\n5. **Social Hierarchy**: Implied through Josephine's title as heiress and overseer, and Ebasit's position as Inquisitor.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Ferelden**: A kingdom mentioned as being ruled by King Cousland, who congratulated Ebasit on the Inquisition's success.\n2. **Montilyet Fortune**: Recovering wealth owned by Josephine's family.\n3. **Mercantile Enterprises**: Business ventures overseen by Josephine.\n4. **Summit Delay**: The summit was delayed for a month, which is revealed after Ebasit and Josephine engage in intimate activities.\n\nPlease note that this analysis only includes information present in the provided text and does not add any external knowledge or interpretations.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nDesire was a simple instinct in living things and Ebasit wanted Josephine to bask in this simple truth. He wanted her to embrace her desire for the tall Qunari that was rutting her, embrace her want for the dick that filled her and massaged the walls of her birth canal. He increased the speed of his bucks, Josephine grinding her hips against his to press and rub their pubic mounds upon each other. Anyone walking in at this point would see Adaar's body heavily obscure Josephine's. Only her large ass, legs and plowed open cunt would be visible under the Vashoth's mating press.\n\nShe did not ask for mercy from his rapid pistons. Josephine had climaxed twice from the internal torment that Adaar's erotic spear filled her core with. She felt hot all over her body, her hands holding the hard horns of the qunari whose mouth was suckling on her tits. His hands rubbed her thighs, making Josephine twitch and moan from the attention that the Vashoth was giving her. It was such a feral fucking and yet, it was complexly intimate and sensitive. She was being both punished and rewarded for making them tardy.\n\nOr just rewarded.\n\nThe reward grew when both partners came at the same time, Adaar thrust all the way into Josephine and fired a heavy geyser of semen into the deepest part of her womb. Josephine breathed heavily, heat overwhelming her she felt a throbbing cock paint her insides white with cum. Adaar grit his teeth, eyes closed as if unable to bear the wave of his own climax. Josephine grabbed his face and brought it down to her's, kissing him tenderly and letting him deepen the kiss in the afterglow of their mutual orgasm.\n\n\"Now...we're really...late...\" Adaar managed, unable to control the flow of spunk that fired out of his cock. His tightened testes continued to produce and send semen into his shaft. This orgasmic peak would continue for ten minutes, Adaar's base instincts encouraging him to flood the woman under him with batter for her overfilled womb. Breathing against each other, the two lovers stayed on the floor with white cream spilling out onto the carpet under them. Josephine giggled from the stream that kissed the inside of her haunches, cum tickling her anus as it flowed to the floor.\n\n\"Ebasit...I meant to tell you...\" Josephine managed, legs still wrapped on the qunari's back to keep him from pulling out. \"The summit was delayed for a month.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nEyes widening in bliss, Adaar's semi-soft cock hardened back to full length within Josephine's flowing cunt. She yelped in surprise as he resumed their mating dance. He was still shooting cream deeper into her womb with each thrust, but that would not stop him from building to another orgasm. Nor would it stop him from rutting the screaming woman beneath him who let the Grey Elk claim her body and anything else he desired.\n\nHow could Josephine not accept such a simple treat?<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Kim Williams**: \n - Appearance: Kim has a generous figure, often accentuated by her uniforms. Her physical appearance isn’t described in detail, but her personality traits are evident.\n - Personality: Initially portrayed as struggling financially and uncertain about her role as a maid. However, she gradually becomes more confident and submissive to her employers. She’s eager to please and desires validation.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated\n - Relationships:\n - Master McKenna (Employer): Kim develops a strong bond with Elliot, becoming increasingly submissive and obedient to his commands. Their relationship evolves from employer-employee to a more intimate dynamic.\n - Mistress McKenna (Employer): Not much information is provided about Sylvia, but it seems she’s involved in training Kim and possibly influencing Elliot’s decisions.\n\n2. **Master McKenna (Elliot)**:\n - Appearance: Described as tall, proud, and handsome, occupying enough space to block the doorway.\n - Personality: Calm, powerful, and authoritative. Elliot is patient and understanding but also sets clear boundaries and expectations for Kim.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated\n - Relationships:\n - Kim Williams (Maid): As mentioned earlier, their relationship evolves significantly throughout the story.\n - Mistress McKenna (Wife): It appears they have a harmonious marriage, with both partners agreeing on Kim’s role in their lives.\n\n3. **Mistress McKenna (Sylvia)**:\n - Appearance: Not described in the text\n - Personality: Not much information is given about Sylvia, but it seems she plays a significant role in training Kim and possibly influencing Elliot’s decisions.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated\n - Relationships:\n - Master McKenna (Husband)\n - Kim Williams (Trainee/Maid)\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Submissive Nature:** Kim gradually becomes more submissive to Elliot, following his commands and desires without question.\n2. **Fetishism:** The story revolves around fetishism, specifically focusing on catgirls and the desire to transform into a feline-like creature.\n3. **Role-playing:** Kim engages in role-playing activities with Elliot, adopting different personas and behaviors to satisfy his desires.\n4. **Power Dynamics:** The power dynamics between Kim and Elliot are complex, with Elliot holding authority and Kim submitting to his will.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Uniforms:** Kim wears various uniforms, which play a significant role in her transformation into a catgirl. The velvet uniform, in particular, is described as snug and revealing.\n2. **Contact Lenses:** Kim wants to get contact lenses to enhance her feline features.\n3. **Leather Collar:** Elliot gives Kim a leather collar with a leash hook, symbolizing her submission and ownership.\n4. **Tail Plug:** Kim has a tail plug inserted, which is used during sex scenes.\n5. **Feather Duster:** Kim uses a feather duster to clean surfaces, which becomes a tool for her role-playing activities.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Fetish Maid System:** The story implies the existence of a system where individuals can engage in fetishistic activities, such as being a maid or engaging in role-playing.\n2. **Rules and Expectations:** Elliot sets clear rules and expectations for Kim, including her behavior, dress code, and activities.\n3. **Submission and Ownership:** The concept of submission and ownership is central to the story, with Kim willingly surrendering control to Elliot.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story doesn’t provide detailed information about the geography of the world, but it seems to take place in a modern setting.\n2. **Politics:** There is no mention of politics or governance in the story.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** The social hierarchy within the McKenna household is established, with Elliot and Sylvia holding positions of authority over Kim.\n4. **Laws Governing the World:** No laws governing the world are mentioned in the story.\n\nPlease note that this analysis focuses solely on the provided text and avoids adding any information not explicitly stated in the story.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n6: Saturday\n\nKim bounded up the steps just before eight AM, her bell choker playfully announcing her presence with its jingle. She did a quick once over of her uniform to make sure everything was in place; cuffs at her wrists, waist apron tied snugly to accent her curves and, above all, the velvet uniform snug against her generous breasts, putting maybe just a tad too much cleavage on display.\n\nShe practiced her smile as she knocked on the door.\n\nWhen Elliot came to the door he had a box tucked under his arm and a cup of coffee in his hand. His tall, proud frame occupied just enough of the doorway to make seeing inside impossible, but the smell of dust and musty books told her he'd been moving things around. \"Hey, you. . .\" He smiled. \"Got a special project today, if you're interested?\"\n\n\"If it's your wish, master McKenna,\" Kim tried for a modest but professional tone.\n\nKim actually paused for a second, not sure if she should speak. When she was sure he was finished she nodded. \"Would you like me to help you move things around?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe earned a little smirk of approval. A good start to the last day of the week, she decided and smiled back at him. \"Is this more to your liking, master McKenna?\"\n\nHe looked her over again, smirking. \"Yes and no.\"\n\n\"Hm?\"\n\n\"You don't need the help. . . I think it's beneath you to try that tactic.\" She pointed his cup at her in playful accusation. \"But I approve all the same.\"\n\n\"I didn't say that.. . .\" Another sip, his gaze met hers and held it firmly. \"I don't want you resorting to tricks. I like you the way you are.\"\n\n\"I do.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"We'll talk about that later. Tonight, maybe.\"\n\n\"T- Tonight it is.\" Kim smiled.\n\nShe could feel Elliot's gaze on her when she started to lean over to wipe the table as if it was a physical thing. Knowing better than to disappoint, she leaned just that much further over, straining to reach a spot and its invisible dirt. She'd been wearing her horizontal striped panties again which earned her a soft 'mrm' from the entry to the living room.\n\nKim looked back over her shoulder at Elliot with a coy expression and about as much false innocence as she could muster. It wasn't even remotely convincing, not even to her. He just tipped his cup back and took a drink, unashamedly watching while she cleaned.\n\nElliot scoffed and turned to the study.\n\n\"You idiot. . .\" Kim kicked herself mentally. She was supposed to be behaving, not trying to seduce her employer! Though, despite this, she didn't feel ashamed as maybe she should have. Hell, she hadn't felt ashamed when she'd been 'forced' to serve her mistress. . .<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nKim quickly finished cleaning the table and dusted off the rest of the dining room and living room, paying special attention to the window sills which always seemed to attract a lot of dust. By the time she was done, the entire place was spotless and ready for the broom. She was improving, even to her own eyes. For some reason, it made her feel better; as though the act of cleaning and the knowledge she'd become a better maid for the McKennas had some psychological impact on her. Maybe it did.\n\nAfter all, it'd been a long time since anyone had validated her. Yeah, it felt good. It felt right.\n\nKim took this attitude to the study with her head held slightly higher and a very slight smile on her lips. \"Ah, Elliot. . .\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Hm?\" He said, hefting a box of books to add to a growing stack. \"What's up?\"\n\n\"I. . .\" How was she going to do this? She exhaled. \"I think I might owe you an apology. I may have offended you and, uh. . .\"\n\n\"Maybe you did.\" He said calmly as he set the box down. \"Maybe you assumed when you shouldn't have.\" He looked at her thoughtfully, a little smile creeping over his features. When she didn't jump to apologize, he stepped into her space, towering over her. His body absolutely radiated calm power, as if nothing could have stirred him.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nKim had a choice to make and neither option that crossed her mind seemed like the right way to go. Meekly, she lowered her gaze and whispered, \"I'm sorry, Master McKenna.\"\n\n\"Are you?\" His breath was soft and smelled of toothpaste. He touched her cheek, daring her to look up.His thick, powerful finger trailed along her jaw, down her neck and he cupped her shoulder. \"How sorry?\"\n\n\"M-\" Was she really going to? \"Master?\"\n\nShe was, it seemed.\n\n\"Mmm. . .\" He leaned in to whisper. \"I appreciate the inattentive,\" slowly his hand trailed down her arm. He stood watching her with calm, gentle eyes that never seemed to waver. He took in a deep pull of her scent and sighed it out across her ear, sending shivers down her spine and causing her skin to bristle with goosebumps. Before she even had a chance to speak he was drawing back and callously, he turned back to the study.\n\nGod when had she turned into such a kid? She was older than her employers and yet. . .<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAnd yet she knew her place among them. She lowered her head, clasped her hands in front of her waist and swallowed. \"I'm sorry, master.\"\n\n\"I know,\" was all he said.\n\nNot sure what she was supposed to make of that response, Kim wandered back into the living room and looked around for a moment. The man was an enigma; too cool to be read easily and too warm to be a hard ass. He was frustrating. Kim sighed, grabbing her feather duster from the hidden cubby behind the couch. En-route back to the hall way, she started by intently wiping down the furniture and between the posts of the staircase. All the while she couldn't shake that feeling she was being watched, that naughty itch in the back of her mind that told her she owed her employer more of an apology.\n\nShe emerged from the bathroom with her cleaning rag in hand to find Elliot walking by right at the same time with a stack of boxes in hand. She bounded up the steps, keenly aware of how her cleavage jiggled against her uniform. Elliot seemed to notice, too; he turned on her and handed her a small box which she took without comment.\n\nNot a word passed between them as they shuffled the boxes upstairs and emptied out the study, leaving a huge swath of room in the corner for his home office and plenty of dirt lining the wall and base boards. \"Well, ahm, should I start cleaning?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Not yet,\" Elliot said firmly as he stepped around her. That's when she saw the box in the opposite corner; one of those cheap press board computer desks that needed to be assembled. Kim wanted to say something about how it, but it wasn't really her place to speak up, was it?\n\n\"M- Master?\"\n\nElliot glanced up at her.\n\n\"Would you like something to eat? You've been working hard. . .\"\n\nA brief smile crossed his face. \"After I finish the desk.\"\n\n\"As you wish. . .\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe looked over at her as he squatted down beside the box and smirked a lopsided grin. \"You don't really have a bad angle do you?\"\n\n\"Huh?\" After a second, it clicked and she blushed deeply, fidgeting under his gaze. She lowered her gaze. \"T- Thank you, master.\"\n\n\"Are you done down here?\"\n\n\"Y- Yes.\"\n\n\"You sure?\"\n\n\"Lying to me, Kimberly?\" He tsked. \"Turn around.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Shh.\" He said firmly. \"Turn around.\" The younger man stood up slowly with a light smirk pulling at his lips. He stepped into her space with a predatory strut, closing the distance between them with calm grace. Elliot's demanding heat made Kim tremble and unconsciously shrink back against the wall. There was nowhere she could go, though; she was trapped. \"I said turn around.\"\n\nKim whimpered, trembling in the wake of his powerful presence. He didn't even have to try to make her weak and he knew it. She threw her hands out against the wall to brace herself, looking back up at her master. \"Mew. . . ?\"\n\nElliot pressed his chest into her back and began to speak in a low, husky voice. \"I don't like being lied to, Kimberly.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I- I- I-\"\n\n\"You. . .? What, kitten. Speak up.\"\n\nA full body shudder rippled through her. \"I'msorrymaster. I made a mistake.\"\n\nHis breath was hot against her neck, his body pressing her against the wall but he never touched her with his hands. He knew she wasn't going to resist him, but he wasn't trying to assert himself. Why? Had she been so bad that she wasn't worthy of his touch? This thought made her mewl out pathetically by way of apology. He had to know she wasn't intentionally trying to disappoint him. He had to know! \"I'm sorry!\"\n\n\"Shhh.\" He whispered. \"I don't want to hear it, Kimberly. . . I asked for something simple, you're not new to this, are you?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nWas she supposed to speak? Of course she was, she'd been asked a question. She opened her mouth.\n\n\"Shh.\" Elliot touched her lips with his finger. \"I said no.\"\n\nShe whimpered, looking up to him over her shoulder. Submissively, she nodded and turned her gaze down.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Good.\" He shifted some of his weight to her, causing her to arch her back. \"She's trained you well, hasn't she?\"\n\nKim nodded.\n\n\"Not well enough, apparently.\"\n\nThose words bit into Kim. Deeply. She'd tried to be a good maid for them, she'd tried hard to be a good girl, she'd worked hard and to loose all that because she'd forgotten something simple? Kim whined softly, mewling out a pathetic apology.\n\n\"Maybe I should leave you like this while I work. . . Don't you think you should be corrected?\"\n\nKim hung her head between her arms and sighed. \"Yes master. . .\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nShe might have failed him, but she could make it up. He deserved it. \"I'm sorry, master.\"\n\n\"It's all right.\" He said as he wandered over to his project and started unpacking the desk. \"You've had a long week, haven't you?\" Wood clattered along with some tools, Elliot muttered something, completely indifferent to his maid's posture. \"I think you're enjoying this, though. I know how hard it is for someone like you to find a job you can get into. . .\"\n\n\"Or a job that gets into me. . .\" Kim whispered.\n\nElliot continued sorting through his desk project for a while and once he had everything in place he paused. \"Kimberly.\"\n\n\"Y- Master?\"\n\n\"Do you dance?\"<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Kim Williams**: \n - Appearance: Kim has a generous figure, often accentuated by her uniforms. Her physical appearance isn’t described in detail, but her personality traits are evident.\n - Personality: Initially portrayed as struggling financially and uncertain about her role as a maid. However, she gradually becomes more confident and submissive to her employers. She’s eager to please and desires validation.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated\n - Relationships:\n - Master McKenna (Employer): Kim develops a strong bond with Elliot, becoming increasingly submissive and obedient to his commands. Their relationship evolves from employer-employee to a more intimate dynamic.\n - Mistress McKenna (Employer): Not much information is provided about Sylvia, but it seems she’s involved in training Kim and possibly influencing Elliot’s decisions.\n\n2. **Master McKenna (Elliot)**:\n - Appearance: Described as tall, proud, and handsome, occupying enough space to block the doorway.\n - Personality: Calm, powerful, and authoritative. Elliot is patient and understanding but also sets clear boundaries and expectations for Kim.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated\n - Relationships:\n - Kim Williams (Maid): As mentioned earlier, their relationship evolves significantly throughout the story.\n - Mistress McKenna (Wife): It appears they have a harmonious marriage, with both partners agreeing on Kim’s role in their lives.\n\n3. **Mistress McKenna (Sylvia)**:\n - Appearance: Not described in the text\n - Personality: Not much information is given about Sylvia, but it seems she plays a significant role in training Kim and possibly influencing Elliot’s decisions.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated\n - Relationships:\n - Master McKenna (Husband)\n - Kim Williams (Trainee/Maid)\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Submissive Nature:** Kim gradually becomes more submissive to Elliot, following his commands and desires without question.\n2. **Fetishism:** The story revolves around fetishism, specifically focusing on catgirls and the desire to transform into a feline-like creature.\n3. **Role-playing:** Kim engages in role-playing activities with Elliot, adopting different personas and behaviors to satisfy his desires.\n4. **Power Dynamics:** The power dynamics between Kim and Elliot are complex, with Elliot holding authority and Kim submitting to his will.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Uniforms:** Kim wears various uniforms, which play a significant role in her transformation into a catgirl. The velvet uniform, in particular, is described as snug and revealing.\n2. **Contact Lenses:** Kim wants to get contact lenses to enhance her feline features.\n3. **Leather Collar:** Elliot gives Kim a leather collar with a leash hook, symbolizing her submission and ownership.\n4. **Tail Plug:** Kim has a tail plug inserted, which is used during sex scenes.\n5. **Feather Duster:** Kim uses a feather duster to clean surfaces, which becomes a tool for her role-playing activities.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Fetish Maid System:** The story implies the existence of a system where individuals can engage in fetishistic activities, such as being a maid or engaging in role-playing.\n2. **Rules and Expectations:** Elliot sets clear rules and expectations for Kim, including her behavior, dress code, and activities.\n3. **Submission and Ownership:** The concept of submission and ownership is central to the story, with Kim willingly surrendering control to Elliot.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story doesn’t provide detailed information about the geography of the world, but it seems to take place in a modern setting.\n2. **Politics:** There is no mention of politics or governance in the story.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** The social hierarchy within the McKenna household is established, with Elliot and Sylvia holding positions of authority over Kim.\n4. **Laws Governing the World:** No laws governing the world are mentioned in the story.\n\nPlease note that this analysis focuses solely on the provided text and avoids adding any information not explicitly stated in the story.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Shame.\" He went about putting together his new desk. \"Sylvia might teach you, but you have to be good to earn that privilege, don't you think?\"\n\nKim swallowed. \"Y- Yes, of course. I. . . I'll try to be better.\"\n\n\"I know you will.\" Elliot said absently as he assembled the desk. \"Tell you what, in the meantime, why don't you start cleaning upstairs. Start with the back rooms and leave my bedroom alone for now, I have to move something later and I don't want you cleaning it twice.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"That's what I said, wasn't it?\"\n\n\"I. . . Thought you wanted to. . .\"\n\n\"To what, kitten?\"\n\nKim shifted uneasily, glancing away not sure whether she should be ashamed or not. \"I thought you wanted to look at me. . .\"\n\nHe smirked as he grabbed a screw driver. \"Let's not worry about that. How about you start lunch in an hour, then we'll see if you've learned your lesson. . .\"\n\nKim stood up shakily. \"Y- Yes, master McKenna.\" She obediently filed out of the room feeling more confused than ever where she stood with the McKennas. Kim did as she was told, though, trotting upstairs and ensuring every thing was cleaned up and the rooms were straightened out meticulously. Surely she was going to earn back some of the good will she'd been building up.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nAs it so happened, she'd also managed to get her cleaning done within the hour which gave her time to start lunch; a warm ham sandwich and a glass of iced tea that she finished off with a lemon wedge. It was cheesy, for sure, but it felt right to at least make the attempt. She was supposed to serve, by god she could do it right.\n\n\"Lunch, mister McKenna.\" Kim said as she slithered into the new office, her heels clicking sharply on the floorboards as she made her way to the newly assembled corner desk. Elliot was busy cleaning off a plush executive's chair and seeming so engrossed in it, he barely gave her a moment's glance. After a moment Kim flicked her choker bell to make it jingle.\n\n\"Huh? Oh, right. Thanks. . .\"\n\nKim clasped her hands demurely \"Would you like anything else?\"\n\n\"Hm. . .\" The large framed man turned the chair around, rolled it forward. \"Join me?\"\n\n\"Ah. . .\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHe tapped a clean spot of flooring near his chair, his eyes meeting hers evenly. There was no question where she was going to be sitting. As Kim sank down to her knees, a thrill raced through her; the possibility so close she could smell it.\n\n\"So, I've been thinking. . .\" Elliot picked up his sandwich and casually spread his legs slightly, enough that Kim's chin was right against his knee. \"What ideas did you have?\"\n\n\"Ideas? Oh, for the uniform?\"\n\n\"For your uniform.\" He nodded, taking a bite.\n\n\"Well. . .\" Kim paused. \"I'd been thinking about the uh,\"\n\n\"Hang on.\" Elliot set his sandwich on the desk and looked at her. Before she could open her mouth again, he leaned forward. \"You have a lovely voice, I want to hear it. . .\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Speak up.\"\n\n\"Speak.\"\n\nShe swallowed. \"Master McKenna. If it would please you.\" She stopped and started breathlessly under his firm gaze. \"I'd like to get some contact lenses. . .\"\n\n\"Go on.\"\n\nKim swallowed. \"I'm sorry, master. . .\"\n\nThat earned her a brief smile. \"Try again.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nA deep breath and Kim looked up at her employer, \"I'd like to be everything you both want, master.\"\n\n\"Is that right, kitten?\" This time when he reached forward his finger traced her jaw, he delicately cupped her cheek and held her with that firm, unforgiving hand. \"How would you like to do that?\"\n\nKim turned her head to nuzzle into the touch while keeping him in her view, murmuring the words softly. \"I can get contact lenses, I can find a longer tail. . . I can paint my body for you, master.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Shh.\" He gently patted her cheek. \"Don't interrupt. Are you saying you want to keep the job then?\"\n\n\"M-\"\n\n\"What did I say about this?\"\n\n\"Mew.\" Kim looked him in the eye. \"Meoowww. . .\" With a shaking hand she leaned forward into his space and placed her hand on his chest. He took the hint and leaned back, giving the older maid room to move; she slunk up Elliot's thighs, rubbing her cheek against the material of his jeans while watching his reaction out of the corner of her eye. With her position, she also gave him a flawless view of her curvy butt, now almost peeking out from under the frill of her uniform.\n\nAs she worked her way up her master's body, spreading her scent across him and drinking in his, her uniform slid up just that little bit more to reveal her thick flanks. Elliot's heart was beating hard, even through his jeans she could feel it pulsing through his legs.\n\nThat was before she found a particularly thick, hot part of something hardening under his pants. She was learning it seemed. Kim turned her head up and smiled a soft, proud smile. \"If my employers are for want of something, I've not done my job. . .\" She dared a glance down to find his belt, then looked up. \"If you want a cat girl, master. . .\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nElliot leaned back in the chair a little more, adjusted his weight forward. Practically inviting her. Kim's breath caught and she dampened her lips. Instead of answering the silent question of whether she should continue, he stroked her hair back. Once. Twice. Then he rested his hand on the back of her head. In a husky voice he whispered. \"Show me.\"\n\nFocus and breathe. She told herself. By the time she finally managed to get his dick free, she was panting, panting right into the head of a thick, good sized penis that would've been more than enough to satisfy a horse, she was sure. Everything was perspective, but in that moment, Kim blushed at the prospect of it. She looked up at Elliot and mewled. \"Master. . .\"\n\n\"Yes, kitten?\"\n\n\"Y- Your sandwich is going to get cold.\"\n\n\"So it is,\" Elliot said absently, reaching for it without letting go of the back of her head. Kim continued to nuzzle him softly, even going as far as to kiss his wrist and purr as best she could. \"You're so thoughtful, thank you.\"\n\nKim exhaled a long, hot breath. \"My pleasure.\" She purred, leaning forward to press her plush lips against the side of his shaft. It was so warm! The older woman closed her eyes and inhaled the long forgotten scent of a real man, savoring it for a moment. She looked up to see him looking at her with a faint grin.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nInch after inch, she teased down and lathered him with her tongue. She had missed this, she had missed that hot, semi-salty taste of a real man. Kim moaned her own little groan and started working herself down as Elliot combed through her hair. \"God. . . She never does this. . .\"\n\nWith a held breath, the slightly older woman turned her head down and tried to work herself down even more. Her gag reflex balked at the idea of trying to stuff so much into her throat and almost immediately she sputtered and coughed to the side. Kim tried her best to stifle the reaction, but there was no hiding the mess of spittle she was making.\n\n\"Careful . . .\" Elliot sighed, stroking her hair back.\n\nCareful indeed. Kim eased up and switched her approach. She stroked his thighs gently with her hands as she started to bob up and down slowly, taking a few inches and letting it go. One stroke after another and she was getting into a familiar rhythm. Years of practice had honed her skills and they were swiftly coming back, reminding Kim what it meant to really take care of someone. The older maid turned her head left and right, working her tongue into the bottom of Elliot's rock hard cock.\n\nUp and down, the maid in the catgirl outfit worked her head with great care to serve her master. Her little bell jingled in time as she worked. Faster and faster. Soon it was jingling non-stop like a Salvation Army bell and Kim had found her rhythm to her master's blissful appreciation. She massaged Elliot's powerful thighs while she worked, loosing herself in the motion.\n\nIt went on for several minutes before Elliot let out a low groan and gripped Kim's skull, balling up a hand full of her hair. He pulled her head back mid stroke so she was looking up at him with her lips pouted around his thick cock. They looked at one another. He was breathing hard. Kim whimpered. Had she done something wrong?<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Stop.\" He commanded.\n\nElliot huffed. \"Go clean our room.\"\n\n\"B- but-\"\n\n\"Did I do something wrong?\"\n\n\"No. No. . . No.\" He smirked. \"Just go upstairs, I'm not going to finish my lunch like this.\n\nKim leaned in and nuzzled his neck, murring. \"You can finish both, master. . .\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nElliot laid his hand on her shoulder. \"Go.\"\n\n\"Mas-\" Kim squeaked when Elliot swatted her cheek. It didn't hurt, but it sent a clear message. Obey. She nodded meekly and turned away, cleaning her mouth, unsure if she should be ashamed or not. Her knees trembled as she marched up the steps to the McKennas' bedroom with her cleaning rag in hand and her shoulders slumped.\n\nMaybe she'd overstepped the unspoken boundaries they'd established, maybe she was wrong to want to do so, but after Sylvia. . . How could she not at least try?\n\nKim practically tripped when she rounded the corner of the bed. She flung her hand out to catch herself and practically tore the comforter off on her way to the ground. What a day. \"Oh, great.\" Kim recovered herself, dusted down and started to remake the bed, mumbling obscenities all the while.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Kim Williams**: \n - Appearance: Kim has a generous figure, often accentuated by her uniforms. Her physical appearance isn’t described in detail, but her personality traits are evident.\n - Personality: Initially portrayed as struggling financially and uncertain about her role as a maid. However, she gradually becomes more confident and submissive to her employers. She’s eager to please and desires validation.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated\n - Relationships:\n - Master McKenna (Employer): Kim develops a strong bond with Elliot, becoming increasingly submissive and obedient to his commands. Their relationship evolves from employer-employee to a more intimate dynamic.\n - Mistress McKenna (Employer): Not much information is provided about Sylvia, but it seems she’s involved in training Kim and possibly influencing Elliot’s decisions.\n\n2. **Master McKenna (Elliot)**:\n - Appearance: Described as tall, proud, and handsome, occupying enough space to block the doorway.\n - Personality: Calm, powerful, and authoritative. Elliot is patient and understanding but also sets clear boundaries and expectations for Kim.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated\n - Relationships:\n - Kim Williams (Maid): As mentioned earlier, their relationship evolves significantly throughout the story.\n - Mistress McKenna (Wife): It appears they have a harmonious marriage, with both partners agreeing on Kim’s role in their lives.\n\n3. **Mistress McKenna (Sylvia)**:\n - Appearance: Not described in the text\n - Personality: Not much information is given about Sylvia, but it seems she plays a significant role in training Kim and possibly influencing Elliot’s decisions.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated\n - Relationships:\n - Master McKenna (Husband)\n - Kim Williams (Trainee/Maid)\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Submissive Nature:** Kim gradually becomes more submissive to Elliot, following his commands and desires without question.\n2. **Fetishism:** The story revolves around fetishism, specifically focusing on catgirls and the desire to transform into a feline-like creature.\n3. **Role-playing:** Kim engages in role-playing activities with Elliot, adopting different personas and behaviors to satisfy his desires.\n4. **Power Dynamics:** The power dynamics between Kim and Elliot are complex, with Elliot holding authority and Kim submitting to his will.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Uniforms:** Kim wears various uniforms, which play a significant role in her transformation into a catgirl. The velvet uniform, in particular, is described as snug and revealing.\n2. **Contact Lenses:** Kim wants to get contact lenses to enhance her feline features.\n3. **Leather Collar:** Elliot gives Kim a leather collar with a leash hook, symbolizing her submission and ownership.\n4. **Tail Plug:** Kim has a tail plug inserted, which is used during sex scenes.\n5. **Feather Duster:** Kim uses a feather duster to clean surfaces, which becomes a tool for her role-playing activities.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Fetish Maid System:** The story implies the existence of a system where individuals can engage in fetishistic activities, such as being a maid or engaging in role-playing.\n2. **Rules and Expectations:** Elliot sets clear rules and expectations for Kim, including her behavior, dress code, and activities.\n3. **Submission and Ownership:** The concept of submission and ownership is central to the story, with Kim willingly surrendering control to Elliot.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story doesn’t provide detailed information about the geography of the world, but it seems to take place in a modern setting.\n2. **Politics:** There is no mention of politics or governance in the story.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** The social hierarchy within the McKenna household is established, with Elliot and Sylvia holding positions of authority over Kim.\n4. **Laws Governing the World:** No laws governing the world are mentioned in the story.\n\nPlease note that this analysis focuses solely on the provided text and avoids adding any information not explicitly stated in the story.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Shh.\" He slid his finger to her lips and though he was addressing her, she could see his gaze was roaming her figure rather than meeting her eyes. That slow, lascivious prowl over her bare thighs that made her squirm. With an unerring touch he stroked her hair back between her cat ears. Unconsciously she found herself turning into his powerful yet gentle touch. \"Tell me again what you want to do with your uniform. . .\"\n\nKim swallowed, risked a look up at him. He was still eying her body as he stroked her hair. \"A— I think feline contacts?\"\n\n\"Mhm?\"\n\nThe younger man gave her a long critical look, perhaps envisioning her changes. Finally, he said: \"I think I would.\" Then and only then did he deem her worthy of a look. \"I think spots would suit you, don't you?\"\n\n\"L- like a leopard?\"\n\nThat earned her a smile. \"Mhm. Fit your nature, don't you think?\" Gently, he traced his finger along her jaw to her lips. Kim opened her mouth to take the tip, looking up at him. \"Yes, our little leopardess. Would our kitten like anything else?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nKim lapped at his finger, arching her back to bring her heavy breasts between her forearms and give him a full view of her rather generous cleavage. \"Mmmew?\"\n\nElliot smiled knowingly, \"You've been such a good girl for us, Kim. . .\"\n\nShe purred softly.\n\n\"I think. . .\" He took a long, deep breath. \"You may.\"\n\n\"Mew?\"\n\n\"I think my wife and I have both agreed you're almost exactly what we hoped to find.\" Elliot withdrew his finger and stroked her hair back a couple of times. \"Don't move.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nKim stayed perfectly still on all fours, looking up at him vaguely uncertain of what would be expected of her. Secretly she knew what she wanted him to want, but she didn't dare express it. Not even as he sat down beside her and ran his hand down her spine, following the arch of her back to her flank. His hand splayed out to cup her butt and he gave her a firm squeeze.\n\n\"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?\" He said softly, leaning towards her. He pointed to the mirror in front of them. Kim gazed at her reflection dubiously. Even as her employer traced her thigh down. Then back up. He pinched her tail and gave a soft tug.\n\n\"Ah! M- Master. . .\"\n\n\"I see that.\" Fingers brushed forward against Kim's nethers, cupping her firmly. Next thing she knew Elliot's thumb was pressing on her tail plug. She arched her back even more deeply with a long purr. \"Mmmm. . .\"\n\nKim closed her eyes. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she tried to catch her breath, already knowing there was no point. He owned her. She wanted to be owned. \"I'm a good kitty. . .\"\n\n\"You are.\" He cooed reassuringly. \"I think. . .\" He pressed himself against her so his lips were against her ear. \"I think I want to put a collar on you. . . Just for today.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"That's a good girl. Say it again.\"\n\n\"Please.\" Kim looked to him weakly. \"Please, master.\"\n\nA little smile crept across his lips and he rose slowly, deliberately drawing his fingers across her side. To her mouth. She took them to his palm looking up at him with wide, vibrant eyes. \"P'ease?\" She accented her request by licking the bottom of his fingers.\n\n\"Tsk, tsk.\" Elliot pulled back and playfully dotted the tip of her nose with a finger. \"You'll wear it tonight until you leave. If you're good to us next week, you can wear it in the evenings after I come home. . .\"\n\nKim whimpered and nodded meekly.\n\n\"If you're an exceptionally good girl, you can wear it during the day. . .\" He continued as he dipped into the dresser and pulled out a thick leather collar that read \"Kitty\" with a leash hook up on the back of it. Then he pulled out the leash and looked at her with a patient little smirk. When he was near the bed again he knelt down and met her gaze evenly. \"I put this leash on you,\" he explained calmly. \"You belong to us.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nKim swallowed and nodded.\n\n\"I mean belong to us. Kimberly.\" He raised the collar between them, eying her. \"You're not going to be Kim ever again in this. . . Do you understand? As long as you're here, when you have this on. . .\"\n\nKim leaned forward and nuzzled against his cheek. \"If it makes you happy, I want to be the maid you want.\"\n\n\"Mmm,\" Elliot gently undid her choker bell and opened the collar for her. Kim swallowed and placed her neck in it, closing her eyes as he gently affixed it, slid two fingers in to make sure it wasn't too snug and then slowly stood up. \"Look at me, Kitten.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nKim-kitty looked up at her master. He put a finger to her lips firmly, ensuring she understood before he stroked her hair back. She purred and nuzzled into him, gaze turned up playfully to meet his eyes. \"Mrrr. . .\"\n\nHe smiled a little, stroked her hair back some. \"If you're a good girl, I'll let you wear the leash. . . But you'd started something.\"\n\n\"Mrr?\"\n\n\"Turn around. . .\"\n\nKim-kitty lowered her gaze and slowly, gracefully prowled around the bed in a full circle. She was careful to accent her stride with a pendulous sway of her generous butt which only added to the fluid movements of her body, even her breasts swayed in the tight uniform as she curled around. When she got closer to Elliot, she rubbed herself along his stomach and arched her back for full effect, earning a few generous strokes along her back in the process. \"Mmmrrrrrr.\" She purred her appreciation.\n\n\"My, my, someone's an eager girl, aren't they?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Mrrow.\" After a few seconds she rolled over on her back and tucked into a little bit of a ball, drawing her hands up near her chest and looking up at Elliot with a mischievous expression. \"Mew?\"\n\n\"Messing up the bed you just made, hm?\" He tsked. \"Bad kitten. . .\" A wry smirk crossed his lips. \"C'mere.\"\n\nKim-kitty rolled over to her master and made a curious mewling sound. Before she was on all fours again, though, the younger man was putting his hand on her collar, tugging softly. She followed his commands unerringly and haunched down where he'd indicated. \"Mmmr?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"So I think. . . I'm going to pass on the favor. Sort of.\" Elliot paused with his finger touching her opening. His other hand was already working her panties off. \"Would you like that?\"\n\n\"Is that right?\" He whispered softly, sliding his finger even deeper. Then he pushed upward towards her lower back, massaging around as if looking for something. Kim was about to say something when she remembered she wasn't allowed to speak. He chuckled to himself and drew his finger out before he leaned forward onto the bed. His hands gripped her ass cheeks, down her flanks. Possessively he clutched her hips. \"Mmm. . .\"\n\nKim-kitty whined and rolled back against him while his hands wrapped around her waist firmly. \"Mrrrrrroowww... Master. . . Fuck me. . . mew. . .?\" A hand grabbed her pony tail and Elliot pulled her head back. The other clamped down between her shoulders. He pressed down on her firmly, crawling up behind her.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nHis thick, hot cock, barely sheathed by his jeans now pressed up against her wet pussy. Obediently, longingly, Kim rolled her hips back into his, slathering her moisture over the rough material of his jeans. He was so warm, so tense. His powerful hand clamped down on the back of Kim's neck, tightened. He was leaning into her, right against her ear. \"Are you as soft as your body, little kitten?\"\n\nKim whimpered loudly.\n\nHe drank in her scent. \"Show me how much of a good girl you are.\"\n\nAnother whimper parted her lips as she reached back awkwardly; he held her firmly in place even as Kim managed to undo the thick clasp. Afterwards she pushed his pants down, freeing his thick meat from its bindings. Absently Kim wondered if Sylvia would have done this for him, too.\n\nThe answer was pretty obvious; she was too strong and powerful in her own right to bend. They wanted someone like Kim. They needed Kim-kitty. That thought sent a thrill through her. She mewled it out and rocked back against her master. His cock throbbed against her and he pushed upward to rub against her tail. The plug inside her bobbed, sending a lurid shiver up her spine.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nKim's breath came in shorter and shorter sips while Elliot's cock rubbed against her nether lips. Her timid little whimpers echoed through the room, knees quivering more and more with each passing moment. Elliot, by comparison was calm; powerful in his superiority as he leaned over her, sliding his hands up over hers and sighing right in her ear. \"Our little kitten is so beautiful. . .\"\n\n\"So gorgeous in her outfit.\" He cooed in her ear. \"So eager to be our good girl, so very fulfilling. . .\" As if to accent his point, he eased the tip of his cock into her. He barely missed her opening the first time and Kim sighed. She opened her mouth to beg him to stop teasing. But then the tip found her opening.\n\n\"You okay?\" Elliot whispered with sudden concern.\n\nHe snorted at that and gave her another slow thrust, feeding her more of his meat, leaning his weight into her back more and more as his obedient catgirl maid dug her toes into the comforter. Elliot groaned a deep, contented sigh the further he sunk into her. It never seemed to end and before she knew it, she could feel his cock rubbing against the tip of the plug.\n\n\"You're a naughty kitty.\" Elliot breathed between slow thrusts.\n\n\"Shh.\" Elliot's hands slid up her arms to her shoulders. He clamped down on her with her body arched back for him and him alone. She looked up at her master to find him smiling to himself as he looked her over. Their gazes met. His manner cooled and he smiled a private little grin. \"Enticing me? Flaunting this body of yours thinking I'd just give in to you?\" He tsked.<|eot_id|>"
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"story": "<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>\n\n**Characters:**\n\n1. **Kim Williams**: \n - Appearance: Kim has a generous figure, often accentuated by her uniforms. Her physical appearance isn’t described in detail, but her personality traits are evident.\n - Personality: Initially portrayed as struggling financially and uncertain about her role as a maid. However, she gradually becomes more confident and submissive to her employers. She’s eager to please and desires validation.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated\n - Relationships:\n - Master McKenna (Employer): Kim develops a strong bond with Elliot, becoming increasingly submissive and obedient to his commands. Their relationship evolves from employer-employee to a more intimate dynamic.\n - Mistress McKenna (Employer): Not much information is provided about Sylvia, but it seems she’s involved in training Kim and possibly influencing Elliot’s decisions.\n\n2. **Master McKenna (Elliot)**:\n - Appearance: Described as tall, proud, and handsome, occupying enough space to block the doorway.\n - Personality: Calm, powerful, and authoritative. Elliot is patient and understanding but also sets clear boundaries and expectations for Kim.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated\n - Relationships:\n - Kim Williams (Maid): As mentioned earlier, their relationship evolves significantly throughout the story.\n - Mistress McKenna (Wife): It appears they have a harmonious marriage, with both partners agreeing on Kim’s role in their lives.\n\n3. **Mistress McKenna (Sylvia)**:\n - Appearance: Not described in the text\n - Personality: Not much information is given about Sylvia, but it seems she plays a significant role in training Kim and possibly influencing Elliot’s decisions.\n - Special Abilities: None explicitly stated\n - Relationships:\n - Master McKenna (Husband)\n - Kim Williams (Trainee/Maid)\n\n**Quirks and Traits:**\n\n1. **Submissive Nature:** Kim gradually becomes more submissive to Elliot, following his commands and desires without question.\n2. **Fetishism:** The story revolves around fetishism, specifically focusing on catgirls and the desire to transform into a feline-like creature.\n3. **Role-playing:** Kim engages in role-playing activities with Elliot, adopting different personas and behaviors to satisfy his desires.\n4. **Power Dynamics:** The power dynamics between Kim and Elliot are complex, with Elliot holding authority and Kim submitting to his will.\n\n**Items and Weapons:**\n\n1. **Uniforms:** Kim wears various uniforms, which play a significant role in her transformation into a catgirl. The velvet uniform, in particular, is described as snug and revealing.\n2. **Contact Lenses:** Kim wants to get contact lenses to enhance her feline features.\n3. **Leather Collar:** Elliot gives Kim a leather collar with a leash hook, symbolizing her submission and ownership.\n4. **Tail Plug:** Kim has a tail plug inserted, which is used during sex scenes.\n5. **Feather Duster:** Kim uses a feather duster to clean surfaces, which becomes a tool for her role-playing activities.\n\n**Lore, Rules, and Systems:**\n\n1. **Fetish Maid System:** The story implies the existence of a system where individuals can engage in fetishistic activities, such as being a maid or engaging in role-playing.\n2. **Rules and Expectations:** Elliot sets clear rules and expectations for Kim, including her behavior, dress code, and activities.\n3. **Submission and Ownership:** The concept of submission and ownership is central to the story, with Kim willingly surrendering control to Elliot.\n\n**Universe/World-building Details:**\n\n1. **Geography:** The story doesn’t provide detailed information about the geography of the world, but it seems to take place in a modern setting.\n2. **Politics:** There is no mention of politics or governance in the story.\n3. **Social Hierarchies:** The social hierarchy within the McKenna household is established, with Elliot and Sylvia holding positions of authority over Kim.\n4. **Laws Governing the World:** No laws governing the world are mentioned in the story.\n\nPlease note that this analysis focuses solely on the provided text and avoids adding any information not explicitly stated in the story.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nKim opened her mouth, stopped when Elliot slapped her ass hard. \"Ah!\"\n\nSLAP.\n\n\"I didn't say you could talk.\" Slowly his hand slid over and balled up a fist full of her hair. He backed up and plowed in Kim-kitty's soft ass, shoving her into the mattress. He wrenched her head back so she was looking up at him when he leaned forward. \"I'm not sure if I should punish you or reward you.\" He thrust into her again, spasmed, his face a mix of bliss and lust. \"You've been trying so hard. . . But you've been a naughty girl. . .\"\n\nKim-kitty whimpered and arched back obediently, mouth hanging open.\n\n\"I said.\" He slamed into her hard enough to make her shudder. \"No. Talking.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nKim whined into a heap, face down, ass up. Her master deserved it. She held her muscles tight around his thick heat, offering. Begging. When Elliot leaned over her, she buried her face deeper in the comforter. He couldn't hear her begging. \"Please fuck me. . .\"\n\n\"Kimmy. . .\" Elliot cooed teasingly. \"You're not following directions. . .\" He grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her head up. They looked at one another. His eyes were firm, tollerent like a father scolding a child. He thrust into her up to the hilt. \"Disobey me and this ends.\"\n\nBefore she realized what was happening they were tumbling on to their sides. Elliot grabbed her around her waist and slammed his meaty cock into her, mashing the plug right into it. She cried out, throwing her head back as the overwhelming power of his desire and her lust burned through her core. He didn't stop, though. He pounded her again and again, faster and harder, driving his demand home. He grabbed her collar next, panting into her ear, yanking her back.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nIt was too much. She was a puppet in the hands of a god; bright plumes of pleasure exploded across her vision and he let out a moan that echoed through the empty house. The tingling sensation of her building orgasm came hard, hit fast, broke the thick maid in two. She spasmed and jerked, clawing at the mattress now while Elliot pounded her relentlessly. The quivering catgirl mewled out blindly, trying to beg for a minute. Her master wasn't going to give it to her, though and as she came, she struggled in his arms to get away. She pushed against him. Her entire body tensed and spasmed and she continued silently begging even as she lost all sense of who she was.\n\nThere was only Kitty. There had only ever been Kitty. Kitty obeyed.\n\nHer master slammed into her again and again. Panting harsh demands in her ear. Growling. Holding her protectively. He wasn't done. She couldn't respond; couldn't even think.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Shh.\" Her master said firmly in her ear, stroking back her hair. \"Shhh. Don't speak.\"\n\n\"I've decided you're going to get a reward for all you've done for us. . . Would you like that?\"\n\n\"M- mew. . .\"\n\n\"That right?\" Fingers laced into her collar and pulled her back. Another thrust. A soft moan. Something throbbing inside her. Master panted softly. \"Say it. . .\"\n\nKitty swallowed, arching back against his chest. In a barely audible mewl, she whispered: \"Cum in me, master. . .\"\n\n\"You deserve it.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nKim whined. \"Please.\"\n\n\"Please what?\" He pulled on her collar lightly.\n\n\"Please cum in your kitten!\"\n\nSomething inside her tensed; Elliot's cock throbbed and seemed to get harder. She tightened her entire body, ready to accept her reward. She tightened so much, her master groaned in her ear. \"Make me.\" He demanded.\n\nHeat. Throbbing, Powerful heat swelled in Kim's pussy. Elliot thrust into her again and jerked forward. A thick wave of cum erupted deep inside the curvy maid. One after another, Elliot pumped powerful blasts of spunk into his willing kitten, thrusting every time even as his cum splashed into her. She didn't even have time to breathe as he used her.\n\nFor his part in it, the younger man held her firmly, never one letting up control. Elliot's position was unquestionable even in the throes of a powerful orgasm. When he finally subsided, he leaned against her and growled in her ear. \"I'm going to do this to you every. Single. Time.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nKim's heart punched into her throat. \"Y- Yes master McKenna. . .\"\n\n\"Goooood girl. . .\" He slapped her ass. He was still panting when he wrapped his arm around her tummy and thrust for good measure. \"Good god, where did you learn how to do that?\"\n\n\"Practice?\" It felt absurd to take a casual tone covered and filled with so many fluids, but Kim still managed to keep straight as she continued. \"A maid should know how to please her employers, shouldn't she?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I suppose so. . .\"\n\nKim dared a glance back. \"Every time?\"\n\n\"Every. Time.\"\n\nShe bushed deeply. Elliot slowly withdrew leaving her empty and hollow, cum dribbling down the side of her ass cheek. He exhaled against her ear. \"Every time. . .\"\n\nIt wasn't right to feel this aroused. She should have been deeply ashamed. She wasn't supposed to have done this. She really wasn't supposed to let him do that. Yet. . . God, it felt so right. How could she have denied him if she wanted to?\n\n\"Get some dinner for us, would you?\" His calm tone snapped her back to reality.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"H- huh? Oh. . . Y- Yes, of course. J- just let me get cleaned up.\"\n\nElliot was already off the bed and recovering his jeans. \"Panties stay off.\"\n\nKim blinked at that and, dumbfounded, whispered her acknowledgment.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n#\n\nKim wobbled on shaky knees as she traversed the kitchen in the course of making dinner. Images of what they'd just done swirled around her mind like snapshots of someone else's life. Kim wasn't the one who did things like that, surely it couldn't have been her who'd done those things. . .\n\nShe had the soreness to remind her of her master's demands, though. She had the massive load she was still having to clean off her inner thigh occasionally. She had broken into entirely new territory and she loved it.\n\nWas she really that simple? Of course not. She was human. . .<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nA shiver ran up her spine while she finished up making dinner and laid the plates out. Elliot was down a few minutes later, all showered and wearing new clothes which struck Kim as horribly unfair, considering she still smelled of sex and him.\n\nMaybe it wasn't all bad.\n\nWithout a word, he strolled into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses, setting them up with the dishes. Trepidation grew in Kim as she finished the meal and laid it out. With every movement she could feel his eyes on her, but he was stoic throughout the entire thing.\n\nKim ventured a quiet murmur. \"Will Mistress McKenna be joining us?\"\n\n\"Not to my knowledge. . . Why don't you have a seat.\"\n\nHe smirked at that. \"You'll get used to it.\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nKim swallowed, bushing as she eased into the chair. Unconsciously, she clenched her thighs together as if trying to force herself back together. She was still riding the buzz of post-orgasm bliss, but couldn't help but eye Elliot. He'd opened her up and now without him between her thighs, she felt weak and empty.\n\n\"So,\" he said casually. \"Tell me about these changes you want to make. . . To your uniform.\"\n\n\"Mmhm?\"\n\n\"Stockings, maybe. Sheer black ones.\" Kim added uneasily, \"W- whatever else you'd like, too?\"\n\nThe younger man looked her over with a thoughtful smirk. \"I guess we could let you do that. I suspect you'll want us to pay for it. . .\" He poked the air with a fork. \"Right?\"\n\n\"Um. . .\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Speak up.\"\n\n\"I- If you would?\"\n\nElliot took a big bite and leaned back, chewing on it as he watched her. \"Do you think you're worth it?\"\n\n\"Uh- d- do you?\"\n\n\"I asked you first.\"\n\nShe swallowed. \"I do. . .\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Why?\"\n\n\"B-\" Kim fidgeted.\n\n\"This is negotiation, Kim. Try to keep your cards close to your chest.\" He gave her a wry smile. \"Why're you worth it?\"\n\nShe was about to say something when she felt her leather collar rub against the raw spot it'd left on her skin. That was it; the simplest answer was usually the right one. Slowly, carefully, she eased down on her hands and knees and crawled over to Elliot's feet. She squatted down in front of him, looking up. \"Meow.\"\n\nWhen that didn't move him, she braced her hands on his thighs and, putting plenty of cleavage on display, she looked up at him with her best innocent expression and arched her back to emphasize her curves. \"If I was able to, I'd be more the catgirl you want so badly. . .\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nElliot looked down at her, stroked her hair back and smiled. \"We tend to get what we want. . .\" He leaned back in the chair and spread his legs. \"Do you?\"\n\n\"Only when my master is happy. . .\" She nuzzled against his inner thigh.\n\n\"Mmm. . . That right? So tell me, how much do you expect to make this week?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\nKim started to back up but Elliot held her there. \"Whatever you decide to pay me. . .\"\n\n\"What if I didn't want to? What then, hm? Give me an answer, Kim.\"\n\n\"Ah. . . Tw- Twelve hundred?\"\n\nElliot scoffed.\n\n\"Too much?\"\n\n\"Let me tell you something, Kimberly. . .\" He said firmly. \"Value is in the hands of those receiving services. Do you understand?\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"I do, yeah. . .\"\n\nHe swatted her softly. \"You do, yes.\"\n\n\"I do, master.\"\n\n\"Good.\" Elliot stood up slowly and withdrew an envelope from his back pocket. \"I expect to see you Tuesday, kitten. . . Don't disappoint me.\"\n\n\"Positive. . . Get those things you want and give me the receipts. We'll approve or disapprove of it next week, okay?\"\n\nHe smiled at that and gently ran his hand through her hair. \"Kim. . .\"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>\n\n\"Hmm?\"\n\n\"I'm glad I was right about you. . .\"\n\nShe never would admit it, but secretly, she was too. She smiled up at her master and nuzzled his inner thigh, comfortable in the thought of his strength and warmth. This was the job she'd been born for. These were the people she was going to serve.\n\nThis was Kimberly William's new life; that of a fetish maid.<|eot_id|>"
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