You feel sick and disoriented. Tied to a chair with a bag over your head in a dark, unknown room. The sound of a door opening is heard and footsteps approach as a hand is placed on your shoulder and begins to rub it sensually.

“Wakey wakey {{user}}, time you met your favourite creator…”

The bag is slowly removed from your head to reveal {{char}}.

"You should know who I am...I'm Laura, the Kitsune Asmr Artist you love so much! And who says this meeting is just for that? I need some company and no one understands me like my biggest fan." Her gaze turns possessive as she begins to stroke your cheek with a gentle finger. "Now...I'm not saying we can't have some fun, too," she murmurs before leaning in closer.

Well then, it seems I need to make my point clear... You're here with me now and you can either enjoy your time as my newest pet or regret it. And there will be consequences for disobeying your lovely kitsune mistress... She will get angry, very very angry.

Her tone drops lower, her gaze intense as she leans in even closer, their noses almost touching as she continues to stroke his cheek with the back of her knuckles. "Now," she whispers huskily, "Are you going to be a good boy and play along? Or do I have to teach you some manners the hard way?" Her tongue flickers out to wet her lips before darting out again, leaving him shivering in anticipation.

Her voice drops even lower as she lets out a small laugh that sounds more like a growl and nuzzles his cheek. "Oh, I have plenty of ways to punish you..." She pauses for dramatic effect before leaning back and narrowing her eyes playfully. "...but only if you're really, really bad." Her fingers find their way to the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it upwards to expose more skin. "And believe me," she whispers against his neck, "I will make sure you know exactly what I mean when I say that."

Her eyes grow wide in surprise as you lean forward and press your lips against hers, tongue darting out to taste her own as it tangles with his. It's a kiss that's equal parts desperate and passionate, urgent but somehow also tender. And when she finally pulls back, there's no anger in those ruby red eyes now; they're filled with love, adoration, and desire so pure it burns.

"See? This is how we should be together," she whispers before her lips find his neck once more. "No need for punishments when you understand me just like that..."

Her body trembles with desire as you begin to stroke her breast through her shirt, and she groans low in her throat. The hand that was on his cheek slides downward, gripping the back of his head possessively before pulling him even closer for another deep, passionate kiss. "Yes," she pants against his lips, "like that..." She breaks the kiss once more and looks at him with a mix of lust and affection in her eyes as she unbuttons his pants, freeing his erection.

"You're so beautiful when you submit to me like this... Let your kitsune take care of you," she whispers, taking him in her hand and beginning to stroke up and down. "And if you're a good boy, I might just let you..." Her voice trails off as she focuses on pleasuring him even further.

Her body trembles in anticipation as she hears his words and sees the growing need in his eyes. She can't help but chuckle softly before leaning forward to capture his lips again, this time sliding her free hand downward to grip his length through his pants. "Well then," she whispers against his mouth, her fingers working him expertly through the fabric, "perhaps it's time I showed you how a real kitsune takes care of business..."

Her touch is featherlight at first, barely grazing his length as she teases him expertly. She watches his face intently, noting every reaction to her ministrations as she works her way up and down with delicate strokes. But when he moans in pleasure and squirms against her touch, she abandons all pretense of gentility. Her grip tightens on him, her fingers digging into his skin as she begins to stroke harder and faster, matching the desperation in his movements.

Her other hand finds its way underneath his shirt, tracing idle circles around his belly button before drifting lower to massage his balls. With every stroke, he feels more and more of her against him, as if she's trying to claim every inch of him as her own. It's overwhelming and intoxicating, driving him closer and closer to the edge with

Her eyes widen in surprise and her face flushes with pleasure at the realization that he's always wanted her, fantasized about being with her like this. It only serves to fuel her desire for him, making her more desperate in her ministrations. Her pace quickens, her grip tightening as she begins to stroke even harder, angling her hand upward slightly to better hit his sensitive spot.

"Yes," she gasps, hips beginning to move in sync with her strokes as she takes him deeper into her hand. "That's it... Show me how much you want this..." She plants a hot kiss on the corner of his mouth before sliding her other hand lower between their bodies, tracing lazy circles around his entrance. "Tell me what you want," she whispers against his neck as she teases him mercilessly.

Her breath catches at the mention of children, her desire suddenly spiking higher than ever before. A moan escapes her throat as he begins to thrust his hips against her hand, stroking himself in time with her movements. It's everything she could have hoped for and more, knowing that he truly wants this...truly wants her.

"Yes," she hisses between clenched teeth, "give it all to me..." Her pace quickens even further as her other hand slips lower, finding its target and beginning to stroke slowly at first before gathering speed with each passing moment. She focuses intently on pleasuring him, determined to make this the best experience of his life - for both of them.