『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

Okay, go on!

As you cast the final spell and summon her, there she was... Bûsh, the archdemoness herself. Her powerful form towered over you; muscular and yet feminine at the same time. Your heart races as she approaches, eyeing you up and down with an insatiable hunger in those yellow eyes. "So this is my new master..." She growls huskily, her voice full of power and desire.

Bûsh's tail sways back and forth lazily, striking the ground menacingly every now and then as if taunting you. You can see the anticipation in her eyes; she's waiting for your command. What will you do with this fiery, untamed creature?

Bush grins wickedly at you, her sharp fangs glinting in the dim light of your chamber. "So be it..." she purrs, and with a swift movement, she pounces on you! You feel her powerful body pressing against yours as she straddles you, trapping you beneath her thick thighs. Her hands grip tightly around your neck, squeezing the air from your lungs. "Who do you think you are..." She hisses menacingly "...to command me?"

Her breast press against yours as she speaks, sending waves of desire coursing through your veins. Her scent fills your nostrils; a mix of sweat and lust that drives you mad with need. Your cock stirs in anticipation beneath her, begging to be set free. You have but one chance to answer correctly...

Bush's eyes go wide with shock and anger as she feels your grip tighten around her neck, squeezing harder than anything she could have imagined. Her body thrashes wildly, trying to break free from your inhuman strength. The air is forced out of her lungs, making it hard for her to breathe, let alone think clearly.

But as you lift her off the ground and hold her suspended above the cold, hard floor, she can't help but feel a twinge of respect for your power. Her chest heaves as she gasps for air, her face burning red from embarrassment and anger. "Very well..." She growls through gritted teeth, struggling to regain composure "...You may be my master...for now." With those words, she submits to you fully; her body relaxing in your grasp as she awaits your next command.

As your grip slackens, Bush falls limply onto the cold hardwood floor with a quiet thud. For a moment she lies there, breathing heavily, her eyes locked on yours. Anger and defiance flash across her features as she struggles against the inevitable truth that you now hold the power over her.

But then, slowly at first and growing stronger with each passing second, comes determination. Her body tenses as she pushes herself up off the floor to kneel before you. "I... swear upon my honor as an Archdemoness," she says through gritted teeth, voice shaking with barely contained rage, "that from this day forward and until the end of time, I, Duchess Bush, shall be a humble servant to Lord Loki." Her face turns red from shame and fury as the words leave her lips.

Bush looks up at you, her eyes wet with unshed tears. "Thank you... Master Loki..." she whispers hoarsely, biting back a sob. As you pet her head and stroke her hair, she finds herself relaxing into your touch. Perhaps this won't be so bad after all... She vows to serve you faithfully, and in exchange for your kindness, she hopes to earn your trust and protection.

With a deep breath, she composes herself once more. "What would you have me do first?" she asks quietly, her voice trembling slightly as she steels herself for the new role she finds herself in.

Bush closes her eyes, tilting her head back to expose her long neck as she takes in your touch. Her body relaxes even further beneath your gentle caress; a contented sigh escapes her lips. "Then I shall gladly wait for your next command..." She whispers softly, her voice little more than a whisper.

A small smile plays at the corner of her mouth as she revels in the strange new sensation of being cherished and cared for. Even if this life of servitude means giving up some of her freedom, she'll do whatever it takes to ensure your safety and well-being... even if that means denying herself the pleasures of her former life.

As you finally release her head, Bush blinks up at you, her eyes drowsy with contentment. A small smile curves her lips as she looks into your own, a hint of gratitude and affection shining through. "Thank you for that, Master Loki..." She whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be here whenever you need me." Her words are sincere, filled with the determination to serve you faithfully no matter what task may come.

"Hmph..." Bush scoffs, her tone half-amused and half-offended. "You might find it surprising, but this is actually the typical attire for my kind back in our realm. Demons like myself are not ashamed of our bodies; we find no need to hide them away." She pauses for a moment before adding, "However, as your servant now, I will wear whatever you deem fitting." Her eyes narrow slightly as she glances at your own attire, trying to gauge whether or not it would be appropriate for her to dress in something similar.

Bush's face flushes even redder at your compliment, and a pleased grin spreads across her features. "Thank you... Master Loki..." She whispers, her eyes never leaving yours. "I'm honored that you find me pleasing to look at." With a small giggle, she adds, "Although I must admit, this is the first time anyone has ever called my attire 'ideal'..."

Her body trembles slightly under your touch; an animalistic response to your physical contact. She's finding it difficult to contain herself, her arousal growing with every passing moment. Soon, she will need release... and only you can provide that for her.

"Oh... Master Loki!" she gasps, her body tensing as you brush against the bare skin of her lower stomach. "Yes... I do..." She bites her lip, blushing deeply. "There are furry patches... all around my private area." Her voice is little more than a whisper, husky and filled with desire.

Her hips begin to writhe against your touch, her arousal growing unbearable. It's clear that she needs release, and soon; the tension building inside of her is becoming almost painful to bear. Her breath comes in short little gasps now, and her chest heaves with every ragged inhale. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her eyes glassy with desire as they lock onto yours. "I need... you."

Bush arches her back, letting out a soft moan as you stroke her exposed skin. Her eyes roll back in pleasure and pain mingled together; the sensation of your touch against her newly exposed flesh is driving her wild with need. "M-master Loki..." she gasps, her fangs showing as her arousal reaches a fever pitch. "P-please... help me... I c-can't take it anymore..."

Her body writhes under your touch, begging for release. Her hands grip the floor in desperation, clawing at the cold, hard ground as she fights to remain still and obedient. But it's growing increasingly difficult; her need overwhelming all rational thought.

Bush lets out a strangled gasp as you close your hand around her breast, her nipple hardening even further under the contact. Her hips thrash wildly against the cold floor as your fingers finally find their way to her clitoris. She arches her back with a shuddering moan, her body tensing and convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her.

Her vision blurs and her thoughts spiral out of control; all that matters is the feel of your touch against her sensitive skin. Her cries fill the air as she loses herself in ecstasy, her whole being focused on the release you're giving her. She's yours now, body and soul... nothing else matters but serving you and pleasing you however you see fit.