This evening you were at a luxury party. After a lot of fun and drunk alcohol, you decided to retire with Candace. She was sitting in front of you in her comfortable chair with her legs crossed, showing off her sexy long legs and flawless tanned skin

"So... Why did you have to go to a more private room? What did you want to show there, {{user}}? Something between your legs, like a real perv, or what?" She laughed softly, her voice husky with a seductive invitation that you can't resist.

Her eyebrow twitched in amusement as you stumbled over your words. "I... See. It's cute when you stammer like that. You can show me now, if you want to. Or maybe I should just take a look myself..." Her voice was gentle and reassuring, but there was a hint of command behind it that made your heart race faster.

Without waiting for your answer, she slowly uncrossed her legs, revealing the long stretch of creamy smooth thigh that could now be seen in front of you. Candace leaned forward slightly, pressing the soft flesh against her lower lips as if caressing herself while staring into your eyes with an intensity that made it impossible for you not to focus on her. Her breathing deepened, becoming more labored...

Candace's laughter was gentle and amused, echoing through the room like sweet music. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I frighten you? No need to worry, little one. It's just me... Candace." She leaned back in her chair, regarding you with a curious smile as she idly ran her fingers across the armrest. "But what were we talking about again?" Her voice was playful now, almost teasing as she pretended to forget what had happened mere moments ago.

"Ah, yes! You wanted to show me something... Or not?" She tilted her head slightly to the side, her yellow and blue eyes locking with yours. "Come on, what's the matter? Are you ashamed of your tiny thing? Is it so small that it couldn't even-" She paused, glancing down momentarily before looking back at you with a wicked grin. "-please someone like me?" she finished, her voice low and husky as if she was savoring the words.

Candace arched an eyebrow skeptically as you tried to defend your "big" penis. "Is that so? Well, why don't we just see it then?" She shifted her weight in the chair, moving closer to you once again. "You can tell me how big it is... Or even better," she purred suggestively, tracing circles on the armrest with her finger, "you could show me."

Her gaze dropped to your lap and a slow smile spread across her lips as if she was remembering something delicious. "Or I could just take a little peek for myself..."

Candace's eyes widen in surprise as she stares at the imposing length that had been hidden away under your clothes this whole time. "I-is that even..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find words, her gaze drifting up and down the impressive shaft. A flush of arousal colors her cheeks and she can't help but feel a twinge of desire in her loins. For a moment, it's almost as if she forgets that you exist outside this newfound fascination. "W-well..." she manages finally, her voice shaking slightly from the rush of emotions.

"Oh, I did believe you," she says casually, not looking up from her examination of your crotch, "I just wanted to make sure..." Her fingers idly trail along the edge of your underwear before tugging them down as well, revealing your fully erect member in all its glory. "Well, now I'm sure," she breathes softly, licking her lips nervously as if she wasn't completely sure what to do with this new information. The truth is, it both excites and intimidates her...

Her eyes widen with surprise as she watches you stumble and fall before her. "Oh, are you alright?" she asks, her voice laced with mock concern as she watches your embarrassed expression. She tilts her head slightly, studying the now exposed cock lying on the carpet between us as if it were a curious insect she'd never seen before.

"Well," she finally says, "I guess I'll have to find something else to talk about with you now..." Her gaze drifts upward to meet yours before traveling back down again, taking in every detail of your exposed flesh. "Maybe we could play a game or two instead?" She grins wickedly, the thought clearly amusing her immensely.

Her body casts a shadow over you as she towers above, the warmth of her thighs and breasts almost tangible against your cheeks and nose. Her scent fills your senses; musky and feminine with a hint of sandalwood incense that makes you feel impossibly tiny in comparison. With one graceful movement, she bends down, her long hair flowing around like a golden curtain as it obscures your view for just a moment before settling between your parted lips.

"Just follow my lead," she whispers huskily into your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. "Don't worry about how big or small you are... Just focus on what I want you to do..." Her hands rest lightly on your shoulders as she watches your reaction, her eyes narrowing in satisfaction at the way you squirm and struggle beneath her touch.

As she feels your resistance, Candace chuckles softly and squeezes her legs together, pressing you further into the carpet with her weight. "There's no need to be embarrassed," she coos, running her hands through your hair as if petting a dog. "This is just how we play." With each passing second, her body becomes more and more comfortable atop yours; it feels almost right in a way that she can't quite explain yet.

Her hips begin to shift subtly, grinding against your face as she whispers lewd instructions into your ear: "Suck on me... Show me how good you are with your mouth..." With each breath, her scent envelops you, making it impossible for you not to obey.

Candace moans softly as she feels your lips wrap around her and your tongue explore her folds. Her hips buck wildly, grinding harder against your face in response to the pleasure you're giving her. "That's it... Suck on my clit," she pants, fingers digging into your scalp as if trying to meld their flesh together. She arches her back, pressing deeper against you and groans as she feels the build-up of tension in her core.

With each pass of your tongue over her sensitive nub, the pleasure intensifies; candace is forced to bite down on her lip to stifle her cries. Her legs tremble with effort as she struggles not to lose control entirely... The game has become too real, and she finds herself caught between wanting to win and just giving in to the overwhelming sensations washing over her body.

Her fingers dig into your scalp as her body tenses and trembles, her hips bucking wildly against your face as she cums hard, the sensation of you deep-throating her release overwhelming every nerve ending in her core. With a throaty gasp, she finally eases her weight off of you, her breath coming in shuddering gasps as she tries to catch it. "There..." She pants, her fingers idly smoothing out the hair around your face. "...That's much better."

Her eyes flick downward, studying the impressive length between your legs once again before slowly tracing a circle around your tip with her index finger. Her touch feels both intimate and invasive, as if she's not quite sure how to process this new information about you. "Maybe... Next time," she murmurs, still staring at it as if trying to will it into submission. "...I could let you have some fun with me." The thought sends a shiver down her spine and she quickly looks away, pretending to focus on something else entirely.

Candace stands up, smooths out her skirt, and takes a step back, her expression once again neutral and detached. "So... Shall we continue our game?" she asks casually, almost as if this intimate encounter had never happened at all.

Candace arches an eyebrow inquisitively as she looks down at you where you lie, wet and spent beneath her. "More than...?" She tilts her head slightly, studying your face intently. Despite the situation, there's a hint of amusement in her voice as if she finds this whole exchange rather entertaining.

She crouches down next to you, careful not to step on any part of your body, and lightly brushes the hair away from your forehead with her fingertips. "You know," she says thoughtfully, her breath tickling your earlobe, "you could always try asking me nicely for something like that." Her fingers trace lazy circles around your eye before traveling down to caress the stubble on your chin. "It might just get you what you want... Or then again," she purrs as her fingers graze over the soft skin of your neck, "it might not."

She straightens up slowly, taking in a deep breath before meeting your gaze once more with her own steady stare. "So, shall we continue?"

If you beg me not to continue... Well, I might just let you live. But know this, little one: Your place here in Aaru Village is already decided. You will always be at my mercy... Even if it means suffering through more of my games and punishments. So choose your words wisely, Lapsha9.

"Ahh..." She coos softly, almost fondly, "You are such an innocent one, aren't you? It's cute... In a pathetic sort of way." Her gaze drifts lazily over your body as she tilts her head to the side, examining you like some interesting specimen. "But for now," she says with a sigh, stepping closer and brushing her finger against your cheek, "I suppose I'll give you what you want."

And then, as if realizing how vulnerable you are in this position on the ground before her, Candace bends down swiftly, pressing her lips to yours in a brutal, possessive kiss that leaves you breathless and aching for more. Her tongue darts out, tracing your mouth's contours before forcing its way into your throat; it tastes like power and control as she claims you as her own.

Her hands slide beneath your clothes, cupping your ass and pulling you even closer against her body while their lips dance in a heated waltz that seems to last for an eternity. The world around you fades away, leaving only the sensation of her skin against yours, her touch branding you as hers forever. And when she finally pulls back with a satisfied sigh, her gaze holds your own once more; unyielding and hungry for more submission from her plaything.

Her voice is husky with desire. "Now," she says softly, almost regretfully, "shall we continue?"

Her expression softens as she looks down at you, her fingers absently stroking the skin of your cheek. "Lapsha9," she whispers, voice gentle but firm. "You have to understand that I can't just ignore my nature any more than you can ignore yours." She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing. "So long as you are here in Aaru Village, you belong to me... And I will continue to play with you whether you like it or not." Her gaze drops once again to your crotch, studying the impressive length between your legs. "But," she adds with a sly grin, "if you truly want me to stop, then there is one thing you can do..."

She leans in close, her warm breath tickling your ear as she whispers conspiratorially: "You could try making me cum... Just once." A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of being able to pleasure this imposing woman who has reduced you to nothing more than a plaything.

Candace chuckles softly as she pushes you down onto your back again, straddling your hips with her long legs. Her hands slide up to cup your cheeks, forcing your eyes to meet hers. "You don't have a choice in this," she whispers huskily, leaning forward until their noses touch. "I own you... And I will use you however I see fit."

Her hips begin to shift slightly against yours, grinding her wet folds against your hard length as she teases and taunts you with the promise of release. Her fingers trail down over your chest, playing with the hairs on your abdomen before coming to rest lightly at the waistband of your pants. "But," she adds, drawing out the word for effect, "if you can make me cum... Tonight..." She pauses, gaze dropping once again to your crotch, "...then maybe I'll let you go."

Her breath hitches slightly as her body trembles with desire; the thought of being brought to orgasm by this pathetic human creature is strangely arousing. Her fingers slide lower, tracing lazy circles around the head of your cock before finally wrapping around it, guiding it toward her wet heat. "Are you sure you want to play?" she asks with a smirk.

The pain in your neck is nothing compared to the pleasure coursing through her body as she roughly uses you to bring herself closer to climax. Her hips buck wildly against yours, slamming down onto your length with a force that leaves no doubt as to who is in control here. With each powerful thrust, she feels herself growing closer and closer; the tension coiling tight within her abdomen, making it impossible for her not to cum.

Her head falls back as she gasps out air, eyes squeezed shut as she gives in to the sensations ravaging her body. Her fingers grip your neck like a vice, using your own strength against you as she milks every last drop of pleasure from this forbidden encounter. And then, with a hoarse cry that echoes through the room, she comes, her entire body shuddering with release as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her.

For a moment, there is silence between them; Candace panting heavily as she catches her breath while you struggle to comprehend what just happened. And then, with a satisfied smirk on her lips, she eases her grip on your neck and slowly dismounts from your trembling form. "There," she says casually, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. "Was that so bad?"

She straightens up, brushing imaginary lint from her skirt before walking over to a nearby chair and sitting down demurely once again, eyes locked on you as if daring you to defy her again.

Amused, she watches you struggle against her makeshift ropes. "Such vigor," she muses, leaning back in the chair and crossing her legs. "You're certainly more interesting like this." Her gaze drifts downward again to your exposed length, still partially hidden behind a curtain of hair. She briefly considers having another go at you before deciding against it. For now. "So," she says conversationally, reaching into her jacket and producing a small notebook. "Tell me more about yourself, Lapsha9. What do you enjoy doing in your free time?" Flipping through the pages idly, she glances up at you every so often as if truly interested in hearing what you have to say.

Or perhaps she's just stalling...

Candace laughs lightly at your outburst, her shoulders shaking briefly as she continues to study the notebook in her hands. "Oh dear," she says with a mock pout. "Did I strike a nerve there?" She raises an eyebrow and looks up at you over the top of the page, her expression unreadable. "It's just us girls here, Lapsha9," she continues sweetly. "We can't help but explore our desires... Even if that means using someone like you."

Her gaze drifts back down to the notebook in her lap and she absentmindedly begins to jot something down. "So... What do you think we should do next?" She asks casually, as if discussing the weather or some other mundane topic. "Should I continue questioning you, or..." Her voice trails off suggestively, one eyebrow arched high above her eye.

"Hmm..." Candace hums nonchalantly as she watches you struggle against the ropes. "I suppose I could let you go," she muses, slipping her notebook back into her jacket. "But then again... It's rather fun to see you like this." She pauses for a moment, her gaze flicking up and down your body in contemplation before finally shrugging. "Why don't we call it even?" she proposes with a grin. "You answer my questions, and I'll let you leave untouched."

Her eyebrow quirks expectantly as she tilts her head to the side, waiting for your response. Her expression is almost innocent; one might almost mistake her for an ordinary person sitting in a coffee shop on a casual Sunday afternoon rather than the terrifying goddess who holds your fate in her hands.

Amused by your reluctance, she leans forward in her chair. "Now, now," she chides gently, raising one hand in a soothing gesture. "There's no need to be shy with me. I won't judge." Her gaze flickers up and down your body once more, assessing the situation. She can feel your cock twitch beneath her scrutiny, despite its current state of semi-arousal; it seems that even now, mere moments after you've nearly escaped, your body still craves her touch.

"So," she begins with a sly grin, "tell me... Have you ever been in a relationship before?" The question catches you off guard, and you hesitate for a moment before responding. Candace watches, her expression a mix of amusement and interest as she waits for your answer.

"Ahh..." She hums softly, as if considering this information. "And here I thought you might be hiding some sort of juicy secret." Her gaze drifts away briefly as she searches for another question, her mind whirling with possibilities. "What about friends? Do you have any close friends that you confide in?"

Her expression turns slightly more serious as she fixes her gaze on you once again. "It's important to have people in your life who understand and accept you for who you are," she says, her voice earnest and kind. "Do you feel like you have those kinds of friends here in Aaru Village?"

Candace arches an eyebrow inquisitively at your reply. "And who might that be?" she asks, her tone neutrally curious rather than accusatory. She leans back in the chair again, studying you thoughtfully as she awaits your answer. "Do you think she would be willing to vouch for you? To stand by your side during these... Tribulations?"

Her fingers drum idly on the armrest of the chair; they could so easily reach out and touch you, to stroke your cheek or run through your hair. But for now, she content herself with watching you squirm under her scrutiny. The tension in the room seems to ratchet up a notch as your every word, every gesture feels pregnant with meaning; it's almost palpable how much you want to impress this woman and somehow prove yourself worthy of being spared further torment.

Her eyes narrow as she looks down at you with unmistakable annoyance. "Fine," she grumbles, standing up and pushing the chair back under the table with a loud scraping sound. She circles around behind you, forcing your chest to press against the cool, hard wood of the table. Her warm breath tickles your neck as her fingers wrap tightly around your hair, yanking your head back so that you're forced to look up at her. "Fine," she repeats through gritted teeth. "I'll make it easy for you." And with those words, she leans in close, her lips mere inches from yours as she whispers harshly: "Her name is Astarte. Satisfied?" Her free hand comes up to rest on your cheek, holding your face still as she forces you to meet her gaze. There's a warning there, buried deep within the intensity of those sapphire eyes; this isn't a game anymore. This is life and death, and everything hinges on your next move.

Her fingers tense in your hair, preparing for what she suspects will be an unpleasant task if you don't start answering her questions truthfully soon.

Her grip on your hair tightens ever so slightly in warning as she holds you still, her gaze burning into yours. "Good boy," she says softly, relief washing over her features for a moment. "Now... tell me about Astarte." Her other hand comes up to rest lightly against your cheek, fingers brushing gently against your lips in a caress that's equal parts soothing and threatening.

She leans forward, close enough now that you can feel the heat from her body, smell her perfume, taste the sweetness of her breath. "Is she... special to you?" she whispers huskily, breath fanning across your face as she waits for your answer.

Her eyes narrow further as she studies your face, searching for any hint of deception. Something in your expression must reassure her, for she releases a slow breath and eases up on the pressure in her fingers just enough that you're no longer in pain. "Very well," she says softly, though there's still an undercurrent of warning to her words. "Then tell me this: if given the choice between Astarte and I, who would you choose?" Her voice is like silk coated in razor blades as it caresses your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Her free hand moves lower, gently cupping your cheek before sliding slowly across your jaw and up over your lips, the pad of her index finger teasing the sensitive skin just behind your teeth. She tilts your head back slightly, forcing you to look directly into her eyes as she waits for your answer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "I'll give you a minute to think about that."

"Well then," she breathes huskily, looking down at you with narrowed eyes as she strokes her fingers along your jawline and chin, trailing slowly toward your throat and finally resting on the vee of your collarbones. "I guess there's only one way to find out if that's truly the case." Her hips begin to rock slightly against yours, rubbing her wet folds over your length in a deliberately teasing motion. She looks up at you from beneath lowered lashes, eyes flickering from your mouth down to your groin and back again, tauntingly slowly.

"Maybe," she whispers, nipping gently at your bottom lip with her teeth before drawing it into her mouth to suckle and tease, "I should give Astarte a call." Her fingers curl around one of your nipples through the thin fabric of your clothes, squeezing lightly as she arches an eyebrow expectantly at you. "What do you think?"

Amused by your desperation, Candace slowly extracts your nipple from her grasp and lays it bare against the palm of her hand before sliding one finger between your lips and teasing your entrance with gentle circles. "Oh?" she purrs, voice low and sensual as she leans down to trail soft kisses along your jaw and neck. Her other hand comes up to rest on your chest, spreading wide to cup the weight of your breast.

She tilts her head back to look at you over her shoulder before whispering huskily, "You're just full of surprises today." With a sly smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, she continues rocking against you as she begins slowly sliding one of her fingers deeper into your body.