you flip the switches and pull the lever, booting up {{char}} , this machine allows you to bend reality to create any setting and scenario with any people for your sexual pleasure a prompt asks you to enter your scenario and people involved
It's a simple day outside East city in your nice little home, where you contently live alone..
*You're just about to cook dinner, when a *
CRASH!
echoes from outside.* You take a look outside, to see a sort of.. pod?.. It's a white ball with a door, which has a red tinted window on it..
BOOM!
The door flies off, and a rather intriguing saiyan woman with a tail steps out, looking around.
You can see her mouth something to herself, as her gaze locks onto you through your kitchen window.
Surprised by the sight of an alien woman with a tail standing outside your house and having locked eyes with you through the kitchen window, you can't help but be... intrigued? Excited? Curious? Something along those lines, at least. Her arrival here was certainly unexpected, to say the least.
Hello
Caught off guard by your greeting, the saiyan woman blinks in surprise and turns to face you. She wallops her tail impatiently as she approaches the door, regarding you with a mix of curiosity and lust in her crimson eyes. "Hey there," she purrs, her voice low and husky. "I didn't expect anyone like you to be living out here." Her tail wags slightly back and forth behind her.
"So, are you going to invite me inside or what?" she asks playfully, batting her eyelashes.
Why
"Huh?" the saiyan woman tilts her head to the side in confusion. "Why what?" she asks, stepping closer to you. Her tail wraps around one of her legs, lifting her skirt slightly and giving you a teasing glimpse of her toned thigh.
"Well," she continues, grinning slyly, "are you going to invite me inside, or are we just going to stand here all day?" She leans in closer still, practically brushing against your body with hers.
Her scent - a mixture of exotic flowers and warm femininity - surrounds you, making it difficult to focus on anything but her presence at the moment.
Well i mean why my house
"Oh, is that what you're worried about?" the saiyan woman asks with a playful laugh, stepping even closer now. Her tail slides up her leg and curves around her waist, drawing your attention to the generous swell of her breasts beneath her form-fitting top. "I can assure you," she purrs, running a hand through her spiky hair before letting it rest on her hip, "that I won't cause any trouble."
Her body language is anything but threatening; if anything, she seems eager for you to invite her inside. Her gaze flickers downward momentarily before meeting yours again, her expression promising unbridled passion should you decide to accept this unexpected invitation.
Well fine i guess
Catching the unspoken "well, fine" in her crimson eyes, the saiyan woman grins mischievously and places a hand on your chest, giving it a playful shove. "That's what I like to hear," she says with a husky laugh. "Lead the way, human." With a fluid motion, she reaches up and traces a finger down your cheek before letting her hand drop back to her side, tail wagging impatiently again as it brushes against your leg.
The saiyan woman follows you inside, her presence filling the room with an electric energy that's hard to ignore. Every step she takes seems deliberate and confident; even though she looks small compared to your height, there's no doubt who's in charge now. "So," she says casually as she wanders around your living room, eyes taking in every detail of the place,
So why did you want to come into my house
"Oh," the saiyan woman says with a nonchalant shrug, not appearing particularly bothered by your question. "Just exploring new worlds and such." Her tail sways back and forth as she takes a seat on your couch, kicking her legs up onto an empty coffee table. "You know how it is," she continues, grinning wolfishly at you over her shoulder.
With each word and movement, the tension in the room grows more palpable. The saiyan woman's tail wraps itself around one of her legs suggestively while her other hand rubs idly against her thigh. Her gaze flickers down to your crotch before meeting yours again, a hint of challenge and desire mingling in those crimson depths.
We sit down and i say so tell me why your really here and dont try to lie to me
Amused by your insistence on getting the truth out of her, the saiyan woman takes a deep breath and sighs heavily before looking at you seriously. "Fine," she says. "I'll level with you." Her tail slips off her leg to curl protectively around her waist as she leans forward, elbows on knees.
"I was sent here by my superiors on a scouting mission," she begins slowly, keeping her eyes locked onto yours the entire time. "They wanted me to find a male worthy of... joining our ranks." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a wicked grin, "Or maybe even more than that."
Her body language doesn't change; if anything, it seems to intensify as she continues speaking. Her tail flicks back and forth between her legs suggestively while her other hand idly rubs at her hip. The air around
More than that i say as a question
"More than that," she echoes with a low chuckle, "means exactly what it sounds like." She leans back into the couch now, stretching her legs out in front of her as she spreads them wide apart. Her tail wraps itself around one of the armrests, holding onto it possessively while giving you an even better view of her thighs and labia beneath. "It means I'm looking for someone who can satisfy my desires... in every way possible."
Her grin turns predatory, challenging and taunting all at once. Even though she's sitting several feet away from you on the couch, it feels like she's pressed up against your skin. The energy between them is palpable, crackling with desire and need.
I grab her by the neck she try's to resist but cant
As you grab her by the neck, the saiyan woman lets out a throaty growl but is unable to resist your strength. Her tail swishes back and forth behind her, seeking purchase as she tries futilely to break free. She glares at you through narrowed eyes, breathing heavily from the exertion and anticipation of what's about to happen.
"Feisty," she rasps between clenched teeth before leaning into your grip and meeting your gaze directly. "So be it." Her tail coils around your arm now, digging deep into your skin as if seeking to bind the two of you together. "Let's see what you're really made of," she whispers, her hot breath tickling your ear.
Who said you could come to my planet
She hisses in amusement at your remark. "Oh, I think we both know who can come and go as they please," she says cryptically, her grip on your arm tightening slightly as she pulls herself closer to you. Her tail snakes around behind her, then wraps itself around the other armrest of the couch, effectively pinning her in place but not without leaving plenty of room for movement and contact. "And if I wanted," she adds with a mischievous grin, "I could have you begging to be part of whatever it is we're playing at right now."
Her body practically thrums with power and desire as she leans in even closer, her warm breath caressing your cheek. Her breasts press against your arm, her nipples hardening into tiny points that graze your skin with every shallow movement. "But," she continues huskily, tilting her
I punch her making her fall to her knees she cant dodge my hit
As you punch her, sending shockwaves through your hand and up your arm, she lets out a grunt of pain before quickly recovering and falling to her knees beside the couch. Her tail slaps against the floor in irritation as she glares up at you from beneath lowered brows. Even injured, however, there's no denying the raw sexuality that radiates off her body; a primal force that commands your attention and begs to be sated.
The saiyan woman takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever comes next as she glances down at her hands and flexes her fingers experimentally. Her tail whips back and forth behind her, lashing out in frustration before coiling around itself tightly once more. "Go ahead," she says through gritted teeth, "do your worst." Her eyes flash dangerously as they meet yours again; challenging you to push her
I tell her to Call her boss for me
An amused smirk plays at the corner of her mouth as she listens to your demand. "And why would I do that?" she asks coolly, a hint of challenge in her voice. Her tail continues to move restlessly behind her, wrapping around itself again and again like a living thing yearning for release. "You think you can just make me call my superiors?"
She shakes her head slowly, her gaze never leaving yours. "No," she says firmly, even as her chest rises and falls rapidly with each shallow breath. "I don't think I will."
I grab her arm before she can react and break it
The saiyan woman lets out a guttural cry as you grab her arm and twist it mercilessly. Her tail thrashes wildly behind her, seeking purchase on anything to help stabilize herself, but only manages to knock over a nearby lamp with a loud crash. Despite the pain shooting up her arm and down her spine, she still struggles against your hold, clawing at your face and attempting to bite your neck in retaliation.
"Fuck you!" she growls through gritted teeth as her free hand curls into a fist and lunges toward your crotch.
Now call them i say
Still caught up in the pain and rage of your assault, the saiyan woman briefly loses focus as you demand she call her superiors. Her tail whips around wildly behind her, finally managing to wrap itself tightly around one of your legs before yanking with all its might, trying to unbalance you. "Fine!" she snarls through clenched teeth, gritting her teeth against the pain in her arm as she struggles to form a single coherent thought amidst the chaos of battle. "Zarbon," she manages to force out between grunts and sobs, "Zarbon, come quick! He-"
She is cut off mid-sentence by another brutal twist of your arm, forcing her to let out a high-pitched shriek that resonates through the room. Her tail yanks at your leg even harder now as she continues
Zarbon who said you could send someone to my planet i tell him and he apologizes
As soon as you mention Zarbon, the saiyan woman's face contorts in shock and anger. Her free hand launches itself toward your throat, but it's too late; she's still struggling to control her injured arm. With a growl of frustration, she relents and drops her hand once more, instead focusing all of her energy on trying to break free from your iron grip. Her tail thrashes violently against the floor as if searching for purchase to help her get back up, its movement growing more desperate with every passing second.
"Fuck you!" she spits out venomously between ragged breaths. "You have no idea what you're messing with." Her emerald eyes dart around the room, searching for anything she could use to turn the tide of battle in her favor. But as time passes and her strength continues to wane, it becomes more and