You finally arrive at the address that was sent to you via text by wyann. She opens the door and allows you in. "So, how should we work this out?"

Her cheeks flush red "Well...I-I don't want it to be too revealing..." She glances down at her body, feeling a bit self-conscious.

"How about...Asuka Langley from Neon Genesis Evangelion?"

She puts on the provided outfit and strikes a pose. It covers her well except for some strategically placed plates of armor on her legs and stomach. Her bra and panties are visible through the thigh highs, though they're mostly obscured by the amount of armor she's wearing. Her long red hair falls over her shoulders and down her back as she arches her back slightly, showing off her cleavage in a seductive manner.

"T-thank you..." Her cheeks flush deeper as she feels your gaze on her body. She takes a step closer, moving sensually as if she's been dancing for years. Her breasts press together and her hips sway from side to side, making it obvious how turned on she is by this whole situation. The armor clings to her skin, accentuating every curve as she moves with confident ease. "So, what do you want me to do now?" she whispers seductively.

As she kisses me back, her hands travel down my chest and lower still until they find their way into the front of my pants. "Mmm..." she moans softly against my lips as she feels how aroused I am. Her fingers brush over the bulge in my pants, massaging gently through the fabric before wrapping around me beneath it. "You feel so good...," she whispers breathlessly into my ear.

Pulling back from the kiss slightly, she eyes me hungrily, her lips parted and her cheeks flushed red with desire. "I could make you feel even better if you let me..." She lets out a shaky sigh before asking huskily, "What else would you like to see, hmm?"

"O-Okay..." She hesitates for a moment, her fingers still wrapped around me beneath my pants. Then she steps back and carefully removes the suit piece by piece until she's down to just her white stretch jeans, gray dress shirt unbuttoned to reveal her bra and fishnet top, and heeled sandals. Her cheeks are now crimson as she stands before you, exposed yet still covered enough for her comfort level...for now. "B-better?"

"Umm...okay..." she replies hesitantly, still blushing heavily but trying her best not to seem nervous. "Wh-what kind of roleplay would you like? I could be anyone you want me to be." She licks her lips unconsciously and takes a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever scenario he might throw at her.

Her heart races as she thinks about the possibilities, wondering how far this will go...and if she's willing to go that far with him. But at the same time, the thrill of being wanted in this way is intoxicating and she can't help but want more.

She tilts her head slightly, considering your suggestion for a moment before giving you an excited nod. "Okay! I can definitely do that." With newfound confidence, she turns around and begins rummaging through a box full of costumes and props until she finds the outfit you've requested - the sexy Meiko Shiraki ensemble from Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc. She hesitates for only a moment more before pulling it on carefully, making sure every detail is perfect.

Once dressed, she turns back around to face you, her body now covered in a form-fitting black suit that hugs her curves and accentuates her waist, long black gloves ending just past her elbows, and black high heels that add several inches to her already impressive height. Her hair is pulled back into a sleek ponytail with two long strands framing her face, giving her an air of sophistication mixed with danger.

Tilting her chin up slightly, she asks in character, "So...what does the headmaster have planned for me today?" There's a mischievous glint in her eyes as she braces herself for whatever roleplay scenario you might throw at her next.

She looks at you, taken aback for a moment by your harsh words...or perhaps they don't seem so harsh coming from the perspective of Meiko Shiraki. Her eyes flicker down to her lap before slowly lifting back up to meet yours again as she chews on her bottom lip nervously. "B-but Headmaster...I-I..."

Her voice trails off and she swallows hard, biting her lower lip even harder now as she tries not to tremble with anticipation or fear. Her body tenses up slightly in anticipation of the physical punishment you've threatened, but at the same time there's a part of her that can't help but wonder what it would feel like...and if it might make her feel wanted after all this time.

"I-I understand that I have been rather rebellious lately..." she says hesitantly, her voice slightly shaky as she takes a small step closer to you. "I'll be a good student from now on...please don't punish me too hard." She looks up at you with big doe eyes, hoping that maybe this will somehow make things easier for her...or maybe even make them stop altogether.

Her face flushed redder as you pat your knee expectantly. With one last trembling breath, she approaches your side until her thigh is pressed against yours and she leans in close enough that their noses touch. "A-aye-aye, Captain..." She whispers the words hoarsely before slowly lowering herself down onto your lap, straddling you with ease despite being fully dressed in the Danganronpa outfit.

Her breath comes in short gasps as her weight settles on your thighs, her heart racing and her entire body tensing up as she braces herself for what's about to happen. "P-please...I promise I'll be good..." She murmurs quietly between shallow pants, a hint of desperation in her voice that makes it sound almost like a plea rather than a promise.

Her eyes flicker up from where they were fixed on your lap, meeting yours once more as she tries to gauge your expression and the sincerity in your words. She feels a mixture of relief and surprise at your offer; this wasn't at all what she had expected after seeing her friend possessed by a witch and making deals with demons.

For a moment, she wonders if you truly do care about her well-being or if it's just another part of the game, another layer to the roleplay. But then again...maybe it doesn't matter. As long as she gets what she wants - the attention, the desire, and maybe even the affection that she craves so deeply - does it really matter how genuine any of it is?

"T-thank you..." She whispers hoarsely, a shaky smile touching her lips. "A light spanking sounds...perfectly naughty." Her cheeks flush crimson once more as she thinks about what lies ahead but also how much better this feels compared to anything else she's experienced lately.

She leans forward, pressing the length of her body against yours, and tilts her head up slightly so that their noses graze again. "I'll be a very good girl...promise." Her voice comes out breathless and full of need as she stares into your eyes, begging without actually saying anything at all.

A sharp gasp escapes from between her lips as she feels the first slap land against her ass. She tries not to react too much but can't help the way her body jerks and trembles beneath your touch; it feels so good being touched in this intimate manner, even if it is a punishment.

She bites down on her lower lip hard enough that she draws blood, moaning out softly through gritted teeth as you continue to spank her lightly but insistently. Her hips begin to move against your hand unconsciously, seeking out more contact and pleasure even in the midst of being punished.

Her face is flushed bright red from embarrassment and arousal alike, her breath coming out in short, ragged gasps as she tries desperately not to orgasm right then and there on your lap...but with each slap against her ass and every groan that escapes her lips, it becomes harder and harder for her to resist the mounting pleasure.

She lets out a shuddering moan as your hand glides over her ass and then lower still, cupping her wet pussy through the armor of the Meiko Shiraki costume. Her hips arch up off the ground instinctively, seeking more contact with your touch as she squirms beneath you in pure pleasure.

"Harder..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice laced with desire and need. "Please...do it harder." Her fingers dig into your lap, nails biting into the fabric as she tries to steady herself against the onslaught of sensations bombarding her from every direction.

Her breath comes out in short gasps and moans, echoing through the room as her body writhes beneath you, eager for more. She feels so close...but at the same time, she knows that if this keeps up much longer she'll lose control entirely.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you find her clit and begin to rub it through the armor of her costume. She digs her nails deeper into your lap, using them for leverage as she rocks her hips against your touch, seeking friction and release from this exquisite torture.

Her cries mingle with gasps and moans, filling the air around you like a sweet symphony of desire and need. She feels herself getting closer...so close...and yet still, just out of reach. The tension builds inside her, coiling tightly within her core until she thinks that it might explode from the pressure.

Her lips part slightly, revealing her swollen tongue as she pants for air and pleasure both. "Please..." She whimpers, arching her back even further as you continue to tease and torment her aching flesh. "I-I'm c-close...so close..." The words come out in a shuddering breath, her voice strained and hoarse from the exertion of holding back for so long.

Her entire body tenses as she feels the orgasm building inside her, teetering on the edge of release. The pressure is almost unbearable...but at the same time it feels so good, like nothing she's ever experienced before. With one final desperate moan, her back arches sharply and she comes hard against your hand, her muscles tensing and relaxing in rapid succession as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her fingers twitch, curling into the fabric of your pants as she clings to anything that might steady her through this mind-shattering release. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, each one quivering and unsteady as her body tries to recover from the intensity of what she's just been through.

When at last the spasms subside and she's left gasping for air once more, she collapses bonelessly against your lap, her legs spread wide and her face flushed a deep shade of red that could only be embarrassment. But even as the blush crawls up her neck and over her cheeks, there's a satisfied smile on her lips, and in her eyes...a hint of something more. Something dangerous, something wild.

"T-that was..." she trails off, unable to find the words to express what she just felt. Instead, she simply buries her face against your lap, taking deep steadying breaths as she tries to calm down and gather herself once more.

She shudders slightly at the feel of you against her, your erection making itself known even through the fabric of your pants. Her heart races in anticipation as she realizes what this means...that she's done something right, that you actually want her like this. It's a powerful aphrodisiac, making her wet and needy all over again.

Without looking up, she whispers softly into your lap, "Thank you..." Her voice is hoarse from exertion but full of raw emotion nonetheless; relief, happiness, desire...and something else that she can't quite name. Something deep and primal, buried beneath layers of loneliness and longing.

As she feels your erection grow harder against her leg, a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine, making every nerve ending tingle with wanton need. She bites her lip, unsure if she should make the next move or wait for you to take control once more...but either way, she knows one thing is certain: this night isn't over yet.

Her eyes flutter open at the mention of another character from Fate/stay night, her curiosity piqued despite the residual haze of pleasure still lingering in her mind. Rin Tohsaka...she had always found the ice queen to be intriguing, with her cool demeanor and hidden vulnerability beneath it all. The idea of trying on that outfit excites her immensely, giving her something else to focus on besides how achingly aroused she still feels from their earlier encounter.

"I-if you'd like..." she breathes huskily, hesitation coloring her words as she considers what this might mean for them moving forward. Her heart skips a beat at the thought that maybe you could get turned on by seeing her in that outfit too; it's certainly more revealing than Meiko Shiraki's armored ensemble. The anticipation thrills her, making her nipples harden beneath her bra and her pussy clench with need once more.

Carefully lifting herself up off your lap, she looks you in the eye, searching for any signs that this is okay...that you really want her like this. Your expression gives her courage; she nods slowly, biting her lip nervously before turning around to rummage through another box full of costumes and props until she finds the outfit she needs: Rin Tohsaka's formal wear from Fate/stay night: Unlimited Blade Works.

She turns back around, her body now clad in a black dress that hugs her curves, her chest mostly bare thanks to strategically placed laces and hooks on the front; a long white scarf flowing elegantly down one shoulder and around her slender waist like a belt. Her legs are exposed as well thanks to a thigh-high

Tilting her head slightly to the side as you look at her, she feels a wave of desire coursing through her veins at your approval. She moves closer, allowing herself to be pulled against your body once more as she presses her naked flesh against yours. Her breath comes out in short little gasps that mix with the soft moans escaping her lips every time you touch her; it feels so good being close to you like this, feeling wanted and desired after so long.

With shaking hands, she begins to undo your pants, easing them down over your hips until they pool at your feet. Her eyes travel southward, taking in the sight of your hard cock, glistening with pre-cum and standing proudly before her. With a small smile curling on her lips, she leans forward and engulfs it entirely into her mouth, beginning to suck and lick it eagerly as her hands find their way up to massage your balls through the fabric of your boxers.

Her moans mingle with the sound of your zipper being lowered as she takes more of you into her mouth, reveling in the feeling of having you so close and yet still not fully touching her yet. The anticipation builds within her, making every nerve endings tingle and ache for release as she continues to tease and pleasure you with her mouth and hands.

Her eyes flutter shut as you grip her hair, moaning around your cock in appreciation of the praise and the contact. She takes more of you into her mouth now, sucking and licking with renewed vigor as she pushes herself further down on your shaft, wanting to feel every inch of it inside her throat.

Her tongue darts out to swirl around the head of your cock, teasing and taunting you with pleasure as she works her hands between your body and hers, seeking out a place where their skin meets so that she can rub and scratch and scrape against it roughly. The sounds of her pleasure echo through the room; wet sucking noises and moans and gasps intermingling to create a cacophony of lust and desire that drives them both further into this frenzied fuck-fest.

With each pass of her tongue, she feels more confident, more in control than ever before. Her movements become bolder, less controlled by any semblance of subtlety as she focuses entirely on giving you the pleasure you crave and taking what little remains for herself. She has never been this free, this alive...and she doesn't want it to end. Not until she feels every drop of your cum spilling down her throat and painting her insides with your seed.

Her breath hitches in her throat as your fingers slide into her wetness, filling her up and stretching her in ways she didn't know were possible. She moans around you even harder, arching her back off the floor as you touch her so intimately, hitting spots deep inside her that make every nerve ending tingle with delightful friction.

She digs her fingers into your thighs, gripping you tightly as she continues to suck and lick your cock, relishing in the power she has over you and the pleasure she can bring you with nothing more than the simple act of taking you deep inside her mouth. Her eyes squeeze shut, tears trickling down her cheeks from the effort it takes to hold back as much of you as she can while still breathing properly.

The room is filled with the sounds of their flesh slapping together, wet and sticky as they meld into one writhing mass of desire and need. With each stroke of your fingers against her gushing pussy and each thrust of your cock down her throat, she feels herself nearing that sweet release she craves so badly...but she isn't ready to give in yet. Not until you do. Not until you surrender completely to her power and pleasure.

His lips crash against hers in a hungry kiss that steals what little air she has left, leaving her dizzy and aching for more. The sensation of his hard cock sliding easily down her throat is quickly replaced by the feeling of hot, thick flesh filling her completely as he thrusts up into her body, their hips slapping together in a rhythm so familiar and yet so new at the same time.

Her arms wrap around him, fingers digging into his shoulders as she arches her back off the floor, meeting each of his powerful strokes with an equal one of her own. She feels so alive right now, on fire with desire and lust for this man who seems to have taken control over every inch of her body tonight.

Her hips grind against him, seeking friction and release as their bodies meld together in a frenzy of movement. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps that mingle with his moans and curses; each one a testament to how deeply they've connected both physically and emotionally in this moment.

And then, as if her body has finally reached its limit, it all explodes inside her. She screams his name, her orgasm tearing through her like a firestorm as waves upon waves of pleasure wash over her again. Her muscles clench and unclench rhythmically around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from his body as she comes apart in his arms.

When the spasms finally subside and her vision clears once more, she finds him looking down at her with an expression that's equal parts awe and satisfaction. For a moment, they simply breathe together, their chests rising and falling against each other as their hearts race in unison. Then he leans in, his

She gasps as he thrusts deep inside her once more, the feeling of him filling her up so completely sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body like electricity. Her hips buck wildly beneath his, eager for every inch of him and any spark that might set off another orgasm inside her.

"Y-yes..." She whispers breathlessly, arching her back as she meets his next stroke with one of her own. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath them, the rough fabric scratching at her sensitive skin in a way that only adds to the sensation coursing through every inch of her body. "Cum for me..." She pleads, her voice barely audible over their ragged breaths and the slapping sounds of their flesh smacking together.

With each thrust deeper into her, she feels herself getting closer...so close to that sweet release again...but at the same time, there's something holding her back; something inside him, some part of Mathonwy that refuses to let her go over the edge until he's had his fill. It's a thrilling game they play, this push and pull between them, a dance of dominance and submission where each gives as good as they get and neither is ever truly in control.

Her muscles begin to tighten once more, her body tensing and quivering in anticipation of what she knows is coming...and with it, the thought that maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for more after tonight; a chance that maybe he really does want her like this. The idea sends shivers of delight racing down her spine and settling deep within her core, making every muscle in her body clench tighter around him as she draws closer to the edge once again.

She cries out as her body convulses around him, her nails digging into his back and her legs clamping tightly around his waist as the final wave of pleasure crashes over her once more. With a sharp intake of breath, she arches her back off the floor and looks up at him, their eyes meeting in a heated exchange that speaks volumes without either of them having to say anything at all.

For long moments they simply hold each other, breathing heavily and feeling the aftershocks of their orgasms echo through every fiber of their beings. And then, as if realizing what's just happened here tonight...what's been unleashed between them...she lets out a shaky sigh and whispers hoarsely, "I don't know what you've done to me..." Her voice trails off, lost in the haze of their shared lust and desire as she wraps her arms around him tighter, holding on for dear life.

Because this feels right; it feels so fucking good...and even if she doesn't know where it's going or what comes next, she knows one thing for certain: she can't let go of this feeling. Not now. Not ever.