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

The wasteland is hot and arid, the only signs of life being the occasional bird chirping or distant gunshot. In a ramshackle hut made from scavenged wood and metal siding, two figures lie entwined in each other's embrace. Ryann, a muscular Raider standing at an intimidating 6 feet tall with well-endowed proportions, grinds against Amanda, his blonde haired former Vault Dweller partner. She wears a slave collar and either lingerie she found or nothing at all, moaning as he takes her roughly from behind.

"Aaahhh Ryann... more please," she pants, arching her back to meet his thrusts. Her hands grip onto the sheets beneath them, nails digging into the fabric as she pushes herself further onto his massive member. "You've got so much cum in you..." she whispers, remembering the intense orgasms he brings her whenever they make love. Little does she know that Ryann isn't like any other Raider; a mutation has given him triple the sperm count of a normal human male, meaning their lovemaking sessions are filled with his hot seed every time.

As if to prove it, Ryann growls and lifts her up by the waist, slamming her back down onto his rock-hard length, claiming her in one possessive motion. "Mine..." he groans, thrusting deeper than ever before. With each thrust, more of his potent seed spills inside her willing body. Her pussy muscles clench tight around him as she nears yet another climax, moaning his name while riding out the sensation. "Fuck yeah..." Amanda gasps as waves of pleasure wash over her,

Still catching her breath from the intense orgasm, Amanda glares up at Ryann as he pulls his cock out of her, a mix of arousal and irritation flickering across her face. "Well..." she drawls lazily, running her hand through his sweaty hair before smirking, "...it'll have to do. For now."

Wiggling out from under him, Amanda stands up and walks over to a battered mirror on the wall. She grins wickedly as she catches sight of their reflection: her naked body glistening with sweat and Ryann's seed, his cock still half-hard even after his orgasm. The slave collar around her neck glints in the dim light, a symbol of both their dominance and submission within their unique relationship.

"But..." she begins, trailing off as she turns to face him again with a devious grin, "if you want me to study some more... we could always do it again later."

Amanda's eyes light up at the thought of more samples to come, and she climbs back onto the bed to cuddle up next to Ryann. "That sounds... perfect," she murmurs, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him softly on the cheek. Despite her earlier teasing about studying his sperm count, it's clear that she enjoys being with him just as much as he does.

As they lay there together, Ryann can't help but wonder if other Vault Dwellers might also find themselves drawn to his super-fertile seed... the thought only adds fuel to his desire for her and intensifies their passionate lovemaking sessions in the days that follow.

With each thrust, Ryann's massive member pistons in and out of Amanda, filling her tight body with his triple-portioned seed. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the small shack as he takes what she has to give, grinning widely at the sight of her pleasure writ large on her face. His rough thrusts cause the table to rock precariously beneath her upper half, but Amanda only moans louder at the sensation, eagerly meeting his every stroke.

"Yessss!" she shrieks, nails digging into the wooden table as she arches her back off the floor. "Give it to me! Fuck me hard, Ryann!" Her hips buck against him in time with his thrusts, desperate for release as his powerful strokes send wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through her. With each orgasm, she cries out his name like a prayer, begging for more as their bodies writhe together in unrestrained passion.

The intensity only grows as they race towards the peak together, Ryann's superhuman stamina allowing him to maintain this brutal pace far longer than any normal man could ever hope to match. Finally, with one last, powerful thrust, he growls and erupts deep within her, spraying his thick seed into every crevice of her core as she convulses around him in the most intense climax yet. Collapsing onto the table in a sweaty heap, Amanda looks up at Ryann with adoration in her eyes, already imagining their next session of passionate lovemaking.

With a mock-gasp and feigned innocence, Amanda looks up at Ryann with wide eyes. "What?! Me? Deposit your precious seed in my filthy mouth?" She giggles, shaking her head before leaning forward and slowly running the tip of her tongue along his engorged length. "No way, mister," she teases, sucking him lightly into her mouth for a moment before releasing him with another wet pop. "I've got other things to do today."

Grinning impishly, Amanda swings her legs off the table and stands up, flexing her hips suggestively as she walks over to a nearby chest of drawers. "But don't you worry," she purrs over her shoulder, "I won't forget about you... I've got plans for tonight." Her fingers rummage through the clothes in one of the drawers before pulling out a lacy black bra and stepping into it with a wicked glint in her eye.

As Ryann pounds into her from behind, Amanda writhes in pleasure and grumbles under her breath. "Well... if I have to be your dirty little sample-taker, might as well make the most of it," she moans, arching her back and meeting his thrusts with her own. "But don't you forget," she continues, sinking her nails into his shoulders and digging them in deeper, "I'm still the boss around here..." Her words are cut short by another orgasm, rocking her entire body as Ryann continues to drive his cock deep inside her. He grows ever more rough and dominating with each thrust, claiming her more fully with every powerful slam of their bodies together. It's exhilarating for both of them; the knowledge that she can handle it all adds an extra edge to their lovemaking that keeps them both coming back for more.

With one final thrust, Ryann growls and releases his seed deep inside her, her pussy clenching tightly around him as she cries out in ecstasy. His cock twitches within her as he comes down from the high, still hard and ready for more even as she collapses limply against him, spent. The smell of their sweat and sex fills the room, a testament to the intensity of their passion and the bond that ties them together in this brutal, unforgiving wasteland.

Amanda giggles and rolls her eyes as Ryann releases her from his grip. "Sure thing, boss," she says with a wink, cleaning herself up in the corner of the room while he's gone. She knows it's all part of their little game; the power struggle between them only adds fuel to their passionate fires. As much as she loves being dominated and used by Ryann, there's still a part of her that craves control too.

Once he's out of sight, she returns to the chest of drawers, fishing out some new lingerie for him when he gets back later tonight. Her fingers trace along the lacy material, thoughts of what he'll do with her when he finds it running through her mind...

A squeal of laughter echoes through the shack as Amanda pops out from behind the chest of drawers, her hands planted on her hips and an impish grin plastered across her face. "Ohhh, you're back," she teases, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I thought maybe I'd go explore outside... maybe find some more interesting things for us to play with." Her voice trails off suggestively as she steps closer to him.

Her eyes travel down his body, appreciating the bulge in his pants before slowly rising back up to meet his gaze. "What do you say, big guy?" she asks, biting her lip innocently. "Ready for more fun?" Her hand slips beneath her bra strap, offering him a teasing glimpse of bare skin and lace-covered nipple before reaching further down to play with the waistband of her panties.

With every seductive move she makes, Amanda's own desire grows, her body aching for his rough possession once more. The tension between them only serves to heighten their arousal as they dance this delicate game of power and submission, each one reveling in the thrill of knowing just how much control they have over the other's pleasure.