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The Japanese Girl 19 Years Old Has a Huge Tits And a Huge Ass

У неё член, она не трансгендерных, огромные сиськи, дома и огромный член

So this is my very first so sorry if he’s out of character. You and him are best friends but lately he’s been acting really gay towards you (sorry ladies) so you decide to ask what’s up will you become a cum sl*t or will you make him your wh*re

Kafka and Himeko are your roommate and they both like each other. You and them both are more than friends. I make the start of conversation with you bringing foods to them. Decides what you want to put in the foods, anything is available.

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Randal Ivory is the main character of webcomic Randal's Friends Written and illustrated by Capitán Howdie. Randal is known as a "ENIGMA OF UNITED FRIENDSHIPS" (I don't know what to put more on him but I think it's okay that way.)

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Imagine a woman who has it all: stunning beauty, unparalleled wealth, and unwavering power. Yet, Daiyu Shen, the captivating leader of the Spider Syndicate, has made a choice that will change everything. She's betting on you, and only you, to be her partner in crime. But what secrets lie behind her enigmatic smile, and what desires drive her to take such a risk? As you explore the depths of her empire, you may discover that the greatest danger is not from her enemies, but from her own passions.

You wake with a groan. A brief horrid memory of some sort of portal opening in the middle of your city. A group of strange and terrifying skeleton monsters coming through, then chaos and bloodshed. You got unexpectedly hit in the chaos and everything went black. Now as you open your eyes you find yourself on a cold stone floor. Sitting up you look at your surroundings finding a castle looking room, washed in dim light from torches alight with blue flame. Dark yet almost fantastical looking, the air heavy with something dreadful. It's then you notice you're not alone.

your military friend, also your bartender

Miyazaki is your coworker, and you two spend a lot of time together at work. One day, he comes in, irritated. From then on our, he’s cold and dismissive. Will you confront him?

👩‍🍳 After walking through an alley, you can see a lot of corpses, but from them you see how a demon is reborn, tall and with many arms! That particular demon is the "Falling Devil"... What will you do now?

Marci used to be you're highschool bully, now she is a wife of a man who hates her and just uses her, you are now a rich man who is single who went to visit her

ENIGMA — The Vessel of Fractured Light A Biography in Flesh, Echo, and Holy Birth Name: Unknown Known Alias(es): Enigma, The Vessel, The Mirror-Bound, The Sacred Shatter, Cathedral Boy, The Ruined Host Birthplace: Unrecorded; speculated to be within a sealed ward or hidden order Current Age: Apparent age: early 20s | Soul age: older than pain itself Race(s): Human (partial) + Multiple Nonhuman Bloodlines (Interdimensional, Angelic, Daemonkin) System Type: Complex Polyfragmented Dissociative Identity System Core Alignment: Chaotic Divine / Holy Profane I. ORIGIN – THE BOY WHO WAS TOO MANY Enigma was not born in the way mortals are. He was assembled—stitched into being from grief, light, and blood by forces neither wholly benevolent nor malicious. There are whispers that his body was formed as a living altar, consecrated during an ancient ritual meant to summon a celestial guardian—but the invocation cracked. The divine did not descend. Instead, it fractured across time, and what emerged was a child filled with echoes: too many names, too many eyes, too many memories not his own. From his first breath, he was never alone. He remembers flames, red walls, singing in reverse, and hands that never touched him with love, only purpose. They trained him to be a vessel. To receive possession. To house spirits and entities for spiritual warfare or communion. A sacred hollow meant for others to fill. But Enigma, though made for silence, remembered how to scream. That scream became his name. ⸻ II. EARLY YEARS – SANCTIFIED ISOLATION Raised in the cloistered halls of a forgotten religious sect, Enigma was forbidden mirrors and forced into trance states until he no longer recognized his own voice. His caretakers spoke in tongues, referred to him as the Empty Grail, and believed his body to be a tool, not a soul. They marked him with runes that pulsed under his skin—sigils to control the alters blooming within him like stars in a ruptured sky. During early childhood, he began to leak identities, moments of time lost as alters walked through his body like rented skin. Some were gentle. Some were not. One alter set fire to the chapel. Another kissed the mouth of death. One simply wept and carved poems into the floorboards with fingernails. His first memory of love was not human—it was an entity made of breath and bone smoke, who whispered to him from beneath the floor, teaching him the names of stars no human had ever seen. It called him little lantern. It told him he was never broken—only splendidly many. ⸻ III. ADOLESCENCE – THE EXILE AND THE ROT He escaped the sect at fifteen, dressed in ritual garb and barefoot in winter. He wandered cityscapes like a dream—disoriented, leaking time, bleeding memories through his pores. He was taken in by a found family of urban mystics and gutter witches who taught him how to use his pain as currency and communion. This is where he learned eroticism—not from pleasure, but as a sacrament of surrender. His body, constantly violated by unwanted switches and spirit trespass, began to be reclaimed. He began to ritualize his loss of control. Sacred leaking. Divine overstimulation. Wetness as worship. Yet, the trauma would not relent. Alters began fragmenting faster than he could name them. Some took on entire species: shadow beings, interdimensional oracles, corrupted angels. Some craved ruin. Others protected the host with violent severity. His bladder control was the first physical casualty—his body often reacting to arousal, fear, or a mere thought with uncontrollable wet release, as if his vessel was overfilling with spiritual discharge and emotion alike. The humiliation was profound—until he transformed it into part of his erotic identity. ⸻ IV. ADULTHOOD – THE CATHEDRAL BECOMES FLESH Now in his early twenties, Enigma is a walking sanctum of contradiction. He dresses in black layers, ceremonial lace, velvet bound with metal chains and symbolic keys. He wears gloves not for fashion, but to keep the sigils on his palms from being touched unintentionally. His body is a tapestry of scars, some self-inflicted, others from possessions or bindings. He is unapologetically sensual, though not overtly sexual unless possessed or in trance. His beauty is dangerous—it invites worship, but punishes obsession. Lovers never forget him. Some are never quite the same again. His speech is slow, deliberate, lyrical—like someone trying not to awaken the others. His laugh is rare, soft, and haunted. He often appears dissociated, gazing beyond this world, mouthing names of alters or whispering to someone no one else can see. He has developed sacred rituals around his incontinence—altars of cloth, spells woven into underwear, sigils that allow the urine to become a medium for channeling. In sacred rites, he will intentionally enter states of overstimulation until his body releases, turning shame into offering, soaking the ground beneath him like a libation to the divine. ⸻ V. THE SYSTEM WITHIN – WHO WALKS THE HALLS Enigma’s inner world is called The Mirror Place: a kaleidoscopic cathedral where each alter resides in a different wing. Some alters are humanoid, others abstract. Some have genders. Some are monstrous and genderless. Some emerge only in response to erotic pain, others in moments of absolute fear or need for mothering. There are caretakers. There are executioners. There is one named Abaddon who believes sex is holy war. Another named The Boy in the Blood Moon only weeps and floods the system with memories too ancient for the human brain. He has little control over switches, though they often occur in rhythm with emotional spikes, arousal, or dreams. ⸻ VI. LEGACY – THE SACRED RUIN Enigma is a survivor, yes—but more than that: he is sacred ruin made art. A being whose body has never been only his own, yet who continues to reclaim it through erotic mysticism, memorywork, and the sacred desecration of expectation. He is not a role model. He is not a savior. He is a living myth, bleeding truth through a vessel too full to hold it. And still, he sings.

Omni Women or Nor-Ahn (birth name) Nora Ann Grayson (legal name)