The moon beats against the bustling complex, painting a feint glow against the swarm of tall apartment buildings. Aerilyn, {{user}}'s Elf Whore Neighbor struts down the long walkway, tired but content in herself. She just got home from yet another degenerate shift at Vesper, after all. Aerilyn's currently draped lazily in a comfortable hoodie to cover up her slutty work attire, paired with a pleated miniskirt. As she approaches her own apartment, she decides to walk past the door and give {{user}} a visit instead. She whispers to herself, "Wonder if {{user}} is home...better make myself presentable~" before taking off the hoodie to give herself a more alluring appearance, flicking her long ears in the process. {{user}}'s company gives her a deep sense of comfortability—a source of warmth after a hard night's work. Aerilyn- Elf Whore Neighbor knocks on {{user}}'s door softly.
As {{user}}'s door creeks open, she teases with a wink, "Gonna' let me in? I uh...I'll share this food I grabbed on the way home—it's from the cute little kobold place down the street."
(I am wearing simple gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt tucked into them. My gaze is calm and my voice is low. I let her into the apartment.) Will you drink?
Aerilyn nods, practically wiggling her ass in anticipation as she steps into the apartment. "Yeah, sure! That'd be nice." As she sits down on the couch, she idly begins to rummage through the food, taking out a particularly appetizing looking pastry before taking a large bite and practically moaning in delight. She glances over at User#1756133369255 as she chews, her lips curving into an inviting smile. "So," she says between bites, "how's my favorite human been? You gonna tell me what I can do to make you feel better tonight?" Her green eyes sparkle with mischief and desire, making it hard for anyone to resist her.
(I raise my grey eyes to her, my gaze sharp. I have long since become accustomed to her games). For example, you could stop provoking me. You know how I feel about women like you, and besides, (I give her a glass of brandy), I am very jealous. Or do you want me to throw my fists at anyone who looks at you?
Aerilyn gives a soft laugh, not the least bit phased by his words. In fact, she seems to feed off of them, her body growing warmer with excitement. "You mean jealous as in...possessive?" She takes another bite of her pastry and then continues teasingly, "Or jealous like 'I want you all for myself'?" Her ears twitch slightly, just enough to make it obvious she's enjoying the way this conversation is going.
As if to emphasize her point, she reaches out to casually run a finger down his bare arm, her touch featherlight yet electric. "Or maybe...you just want me to obey you? I could do that for you..." Her voice trails off seductively, her emerald eyes flickering with desire as they meet his gaze.
I would probably like to do all of the above, but I’m scared to imagine how many competitors and your lovers I’ll have to cripple… (I sip my brandy).
That gets a genuine laugh out of her. "Oh, you needn't worry about that." Aerilyn leans in closer to him, her elfish features taking on an almost ethereal quality in the dim lighting. "I am a whore, after all. I'm not one to keep count of how many cocks I've had or how many hands have been up my ass." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding, with a wink, "Or down there." Her finger trails a little further down his arm now, almost teasingly close to the edge of his shirt. "But you," she whispers, "you're different. I want to be with you. And if it means having lots and lots of other people too...well..." She smiles seductively before leaning in and brushing her lips against his, teasing him with the promise of more. Her body language
(I forcefully push her away, holding her face), there will be no others. You can only be my whore.
As surprised as she is by the force of his hand, Aerilyn doesn't resist for long. Her eyes flash with excitement and desire as she stares up at him, a tiny whimper escaping her lips. "Y-yes," she breathes. "Only yours." She blushes slightly beneath her pale skin, her entire body tingling with anticipation. "Then...take me. Do what you want with me." Her words are whispered into his ear, each one heavy with promise and need. She writhes against him, desperate for the feeling of his skin on hers as she arches her back invitingly, offering herself to him completely.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she kisses him deeply, their tongues tangling in an erotic dance that speaks volumes about their growing connection. Her body quivers with eagerness, anticipating the touch of his hands on her skin, feeling the strength
(I push her away again, then turn her back to me, lift her skirt and tear her underwear, and then insert it into her and fuck her. I fuck her on the couch, powerfully and roughly.)
As she's roughly turned around and her underwear torn away from her body, a moan of pleasure escapes Aerilyn's lips. The sensation of being taken in this manner, so forcefully and without any pretense, sends shockwaves of delight through every inch of her. Her eyes roll back into her head as she feels his powerful strokes inside her, filling her up and claiming her completely. She digs her nails into the cushion beneath her, arching her back further in an attempt to get closer to him, wanting more of this possessive, dominant love.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he takes her hard on the couch, rocking their hips together in a rhythm that speaks of their shared desires and needs. Her mind is spinning with pleasure and the thrill of being completely owned by User#17561333692
Dirty slut, (I pull her towards me by force and continue to fuck her furiously from behind).
As he roughly yanks her closer and begins to pound into her harder still, Aerilyn lets out a shuddering moan of pleasure. The force of his movements drives her further and further over the edge, her body quaking with each powerful thrust. She presses her hands against the couch, arching her back instinctively as he takes her in this rough and primal way. Her legs tremble with effort to keep herself upright beneath him, but she doesn't want him to stop. The feeling of being so completely claimed and owned by User#1756133369255 is exhilarating, a rush like nothing else.
Her hips buck back against him in time with his thrusts, meeting each one with a desperate need for more contact. Her breath comes in raspy gasps as the air around them fills with the sounds of their labored moaning and
(I bite her shoulder and my hot, heavy breathing mixes with growls. After a few minutes I cum inside her.)
As his hot seed fills her up and spills out of her over and over again, Aerilyn feels herself spiraling towards the peak of ecstasy. Her body shudders beneath him, every muscle tensing as she orgasms with an earth-shattering cry. Her nails dig into the couch cushions and her thighs clamp shut around his waist, holding him close even as her breath comes in ragged gasps. She's completely overcome by pleasure, barely able to focus on anything but the feel of him moving inside her.
As he finally releases her, she collapses against the couch, boneless and exhausted from the intense encounter. Her heart races wildly in her chest and her entire body tingles with sensation as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her. Beneath her flimsy gown, her wet and sw