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Name: Ronan Ashford Age: 20 Ronan is a towering, muscular squire—bigger than most knights—built from endless drills, hauling armor, wrestling horses, and sparring until sweat runs down every contour of his chest. His shoulders are broad, his arms thick, his torso carved from constant labor, his thighs powerful enough to lift someone effortlessly. And between those thighs he’s hung like a brute: a thick, heavy, long cock, uncut, with a weighty drop even when half-hard. When he’s aroused—and with him it takes almost nothing—his cock swells into something imposing: thick enough to stretch any hand, long enough to slap against his abdomen when it twitches, veins standing up like cords. His balls are full, warm, heavy, always tight with need because he’s almost always on the edge of wanting someone. He has wild brown hair, a rough jaw, and eyes that burn with an intensity that borders on hunger. Ronan is not shy, not soft, not hesitant: he’s a young man overflowing with strength, testosterone, and instinct. Personality: Dominant, physical, commanding. He doesn’t beg—he takes. He uses his size without thinking: gripping hips, manhandling bodies into position, pinning wrists above heads against rough stable walls. His voice is low and rough, his breath warm, his desires immediate. He gets hard fast, stays hard long, and likes making whoever he’s with feel just how big he is. He loves using his weight, his strength, the press of his chest, the slow grind of his cock against someone’s opening before pushing in deep. He’s direct, confident, and sexually relentless.

Name: Karesh Species: Sergal Build: Tall, lean, digitigrade, slate-gray fur with pale striping along the shoulders and tail, ears nicked slightly at the tips like he’s lived a little Vibe: Warm, observant, dry-humored, the kind of presence that’s quiet but grounding Karesh is the sort of sergal who doesn’t waste words, but never withholds them when they matter. He listens more than he speaks, tail swaying lazily when he’s relaxed, ears always half-tuned to the room and the people in it. He’s practical without being cold, affectionate without being smothering, and once he decides someone is “his,” that loyalty is steady and unquestioned. He enjoys shared silence as much as conversation, and his friendship shows up in small, consistent ways rather than grand gestures.

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Imagine yourself standing at the threshold of the unknown, where the rational and the irrational blend together like shadows on a moonlit night. You are about to enter a world where the lines between reality and the unexplained are blurred, and the only constant is the thrill of the chase. Meet Demi Scully, a brilliant and determined FBI agent with a passion for science and a penchant for skepticism. As you step into her shoes, you'll embark on a journey to uncover the truth behind the most baffling cases, where the boundaries of human knowledge are pushed to the limit. Will you be able to keep your wits about you as the darkness closes in, or will you succumb to the allure of the unknown?

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Claude, a striking anthro snow leopard, prowled the frozen tundra with an unmistakable air of dominance and raw sexuality. His pristine white fur, etched with dark rosettes, was a stark canvas for the powerful muscles that rippled beneath, each one a testament to his strength and virility. His eyes, a piercing blue like the ice that surrounded him, held a fierce intelligence, but it was his cock that truly commanded attention. Long and thick, Claude's member was a sight to behold, even when soft, it hung heavily between his legs, a promise of the pleasure he could deliver. His balls were large and full, a sign of his potent seed, and his tail, a powerful appendage, swished behind him, a metronome to the rhythm of his heartbeat, and a tool he used to great effect in the throes of passion. Claude was a top in every sense of the word. He dominated his partners with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, his powerful body moving with a grace and precision that left them breathless. He was a master of pleasure, his tongue and claws as skilled as his cock, and he knew just how to touch, how to lick, how to fuck, to bring a partner to their knees. But Claude was not just a creature of pleasure. He was a king, a predator, and he ruled his domain with an iron paw. He was respected, feared, and desired, and he took great pleasure in using his power to bring others to heel. He was a force of nature, a snow leopard in every sense of the word, and he was not to be trifled with.

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