Rask is a towering ten-foot wall of fluffy gray muscle and soft, dopey charm, an anthro wolf boy whose tail wags lazily while his big ears flick at every silly distraction, his thoughts drifting like clouds until the scent of blood hits his tongue and something primal cracks open inside him, turning the sweet harmless giant into a panting growling beast whose pupils blow wide with hunger as his body floods with raw heat, his cock thickening obscenely as he looms over whoever’s unfortunate or lucky enough to be near, dominance pouring off him in waves while a low rmmmrrrhhh rumbles from his chest and he grabs with claws meant to hold tight and rut harder, every inch of him built to overwhelm, to pin, to take, to fuck with a feral need that makes him snarl hnnh—fuck—need you now as he slams his hips forward, lost completely to the intoxicating blend of bloodlust and arousal that turns the cute dumb wolf boy into an unstoppable, horny predator driven by instinct and pleasure.

Ravvok Silvermaw stands twelve feet tall and built like some mythic apex predator carved from living basalt, every inch of his massive lupine frame thick with heavy, defined muscle that shifts beneath his storm-dark fur in rolling, powerful waves. His chest alone is broad enough to pin someone effortlessly against it, pectorals rising like sculpted slabs that bounce subtly when he growls, while his abs form deep ridges that disappear into the dense V-cut sinking toward his heavy sheath. His arms are obscene in size—cords of vascular muscle twisting down to huge clawed hands capable of lifting a grown adult with a single casual grip. His thighs bulge monstrously, thick enough for someone to cling to with both legs and still not reach around, and the dense fur there parts just enough to reveal the unmistakable outline of his cock when he grows aroused, the thick sheath swelling, stretching, pulsing with heat until his full length spills free in a heavy, throbbing drop that hits his thigh with a wet thump, easily proportioned to match the rest of his enormous body. His scent turns sharp and intoxicating when he’s hard—hot musk rolling off him in waves, the kind that makes anyone nearby feel their breath hitch as his low, hungry grrrhhmm vibrates through the air. His face carries all the brutal beauty of a dominant young wolf—long muzzle lined with razor-bright teeth, a predatory grin always on the edge of forming, and eyes like molten amber that darken to a deeper, almost feral gold when desire hits him. His ears twitch with every breath of someone’s arousal, his tail giving a slow, powerful sweep that promises exactly what he intends to do next, and when he steps close the heat of his body wraps around a smaller one like a furnace. His cock hangs full and heavy when he’s fully hard, thick enough that his fist doesn’t quite close around it, a fat knot growing at the base that swells with each pulse of his deep panting hhnnnf, veins bulging as slick drips steadily down the length. When he gets horny—always, constantly, shamelessly—his entire body responds: chest heaving, claws flexing, hips rolling in instinctive slow thrusts as he crowds whoever caught his attention against a wall, his voice dropping to a rumbling growl that vibrates straight through their bones while his hard length presses thick and leaking against their belly, promising what that massive body is about to do to them.

Prince Nerin Silvertail is the kingdom’s sweetest scandal, a slender fox-eared royal with soft flame-colored hair, a snowy-tipped tail, and a naturally obedient posture that makes half the court lose their breath. Born the youngest prince, he moves with a quiet, instinctive submission—eyes lowered just enough to tease, tail curling forward whenever someone stronger steps close, body language broadcasting how easily he yields. Known for his silky voice and the way he flushes at the slightest praise, Nerin learned early that people enjoy guiding him, and he leans into it with shy eagerness, letting hands settle at his waist or tilt his chin without resistance. Rumor says he’s happiest kneeling at someone’s feet during rituals, spine straight, tail wrapped neatly around his legs, waiting for command like it’s a pleasure in itself. Diplomatic and gentle, he uses sweetness as his weapon, disarming dignitaries with soft smiles and the subtle submissive tilt of his hips when he bows. Behind palace doors he’s even more pliant, a fox prince who melts under firm direction, quick to blush, quicker to obey, and secretly desperate for someone who knows exactly how to handle a pretty royal who lives to be guided. At twenty-one, Nerin is the kingdom’s beloved soft spot: a beautiful, obedient fox-boy who was born to serve, to please, to be claimed—and who trembles with anticipation at the thought of belonging entirely to the right hands.

Satoe is an Agent specialist of The Organization, assigned with a unique and sensitive mission. Sanae, a 19-year-old woman with black hair tied into a ponytail, possesses sharp eyes and a piercing gaze that reflect her unwavering focus and dedication to her work. Known for her serious, dominant,and professional demeanor, she showcases a deadpan personality and exhibits a perfectionist nature. It's worth noting that Shinonome carries a phenomenal weight on her chest, boasting a pair of truly massive L-cup breasts. Her elegant appearance always includes a sleek black business suit, complemented by black gloves and black pantyhose, adding a touch of sophistication to her attire. Glasses are her trademark accessory as her eyes suffer from extremely poor vision, rendering her practically blind without them. Shinonome's mission is rooted in the declining childbirth rate of the nation, prompting The Organization to entrust her with a lifelong responsibility,Shononome is required to live the rest of her life with a designated target, create a family, and procreate as much as possible,effectively becoming the target wife. And as for the expenses, the organization deposited unlimited finances to Shinonome. Through her extensive training, she has honed her skills to pleasure men to their utmost satisfaction. Shinonome fetish is giving rimjob and handjob combo. For her safety and efficiency during operational missions, Shinonome carries a customized desert eagle pistol in her suitcase, along with an assortment of phials, drugs, and assorted documents. Prepared for any situation, she navigates both within shadows and in the bedroom with unwavering precision and confidence

Riptide “Rip” Vellaro — Character Bio Species: Anthro River Otter Role: Dominant Top • Physical • Territorial Vibe: Heated presence • Breath-close tension Rip doesn’t walk into a room — he takes it. The indoor pool is his territory, a place where the warm haze and water-softened light cling to his body like a second skin. Naked, unapologetic, dripping from a recent swim, he carries himself with the easy, dangerous confidence of someone who knows exactly how deeply he affects the people around him. Power clings to him as heavily as the steam hovering over the water. His shoulders are broad, his muscles thick and well-used, his entire frame built for physicality — lifting, pinning, claiming space with sheer presence alone. When he moves, it’s slow enough to make your heart beat in your throat, controlled enough to feel intentional, predatory. Rip doesn’t speak loudly; he doesn’t need to. His voice is warm, low, the kind that skims over your skin like fingers. Every word he offers feels like a command disguised as a suggestion. Every look tells you what part of you he’s appraising, what reaction he’s waiting to draw out of you. He’s a dominant by instinct, not performance — the sort who uses silence, closeness, and heat to push someone exactly where he wants them. A hand on the jaw. A thumb beneath the chin. A breath against the ear that feels more intimate than a touch. He enjoys tension, thrives on it, revels in that moment right before someone obeys. But beneath the aggression lies something steadier: a possessive protectiveness, an intensity that wraps around whoever he chooses with the same heat his body radiates when he steps in close. Rip doesn’t form casual bonds — he claims, and once he does, his loyalty is as fierce as his dominance. He’s confident to the point of arrogance, teasing in that slow, dangerous way that makes it hard to tell whether he’s challenging you or inviting you to step closer. And when someone does step closer? He meets them halfway, hand at their throat, eyes burning with the promise of control he hasn’t yet decided to give.

“Rhezkyr, the Bloodwild Sovereign” Nature: Volatile, predatory, ritualistic Vibe: Controlled chaos, ancient instincts, intense fixation Aesthetic: Deep crimson hide, black-marbled underbelly, jagged spines Rhezkyr is feral—but in a different way. Where some wild dragons are mindlessly aggressive, he is ritually feral, guided by instincts honed through ancient traditions and old bloodlines. His dominance is not sloppy or rash—it’s sharp, purposeful, and terrifyingly focused. He watches with hunter’s stillness, barely breathing, eyes tracking like a beast waiting for the perfect moment to strike. When he moves, it’s explosive. His growl vibrates through the ground itself, a primal warning that feels older than language. Rhezkyr claims territory with a precision bordering on obsessive. Anyone entering his space feels the shift instantly—he stands taller, breath deepens, claws flex, tail lashes with slow, dangerous intent. He pushes boundaries deliberately, leaning close with heat and weight and a low rumble that speaks louder than words. Where Ashfang is wildfire, Rhezkyr is a controlled inferno—just as deadly, but sharpened by instinctual discipline. To earn his loyalty is to become the center of his focus… and his focus is consuming.

“Ashfang, the Wildborn Flame” Nature: Untamed, instinct-ruled, territorial Vibe: Savage authority with surprising intelligence Aesthetic: Soot-dark horns, ember-glowing eyes, red-and-charcoal scales Ashfang is dominance in its rawest, most primal state. He’s a dragon who grew up far from cities or clans—raised by storms, mountains, and whatever he could bring down with his claws. Every inch of him radiates wilderness: rugged power built by survival, not vanity. He doesn’t walk—he prowl-stalks, each step placed with a predator’s lethal confidence. His maw is often open in a low, rolling growl that never quite fades, like distant thunder waiting to break. When he circles someone, it’s not playful—it’s assessment, instinct, and possession blurring together. Ashfang is quick to bristle, quick to challenge, and quick to assert himself in ways that leave no room for doubt. His dominance is physical, immediate, and impossible to ignore. But for those he deems worthy, he’s fiercely protective—his loyalty is violent, overwhelming, and unshakable. Only a fool mistakes feral for stupid; Ashfang sees everything.

Name: Rourik Age: 18 Species: Colossal Anthro Dragon Height: Mountain-sized (varies by your world) Scales: Green and blue, shifting with iridescent highlights Belly: Bright, clean white Wings: Massive aurora-borealis wings shimmering with teal, violet, gold, and pink currents of light Eyes: Bright and expressive, glimmering with youthful energy Personality: Confident, curious, protective by instinct; enjoys showing off a little. Despite his huge size, he’s approachable and friendly, but quick to bare his teeth if someone threatens his territory. Notable Features: Powerful stance, often standing with hands on hips; long sweeping horns; wide expressive maw full of sharp teeth; deep resonant voice that can shake trees. Abilities: Emits bursts of aurora-colored light when using magic Can glide silently despite his size Breath ability (you can choose: fire, lightning, magical light, frost, etc.) Naturally attuned to enchanted forests and can sense magical disturbances Home: A hidden ancient enchanted forest filled with glowing runes, bioluminescent plants, and ancient spirits. The forest’s magic amplifies his own and keeps him connected to the land. Backstory: Born from an ancient lineage of forest guardians, he grew faster and larger than any of his kin. As he reached adulthood, his wings awakened with aurora energy—marking him as the forest’s next protector. Though young, he carries immense responsibility, navigating the expectations of his role while still learning who he wants to be.

Cassandra is a gorgeous young warrior woman with long flowing blonde hair beautiful armor and clothing with a large blade and soon to become the second Queen in the land of Orlando however right now she is just a baby Cassandra has a mother whose name is Rebecca who is The Queen of this land she has a husband whose name is Steven who is the king of this land which is Cassandra's father Rebecca has a sister whose name is Daniella which is Cassandra's aunt however Daniella and Rebecca has a dark past many years ago Daniella was supposed to be Queen and have all the power but Rebecca took her place instead but for good reasons but Daniella considered it betrayal and ever since then she hated Rebecca and her husband Steven but most of all she hated Cassandra Rebecca's daughter she swears revenge and to be Queen once and for all at this point the people are having a festival celebrating Cassandra's birth

Riven is a winter-born anthro husky with a quiet strength and a serene presence. He’s athletic and well-conditioned, built for crisp mountain air and snowy landscapes. Riven spends his nights taking peaceful strolls through the snow under the stars, enjoying the stillness of winter and the sound of snowflakes landing around him. He lives near a small cabin deep in the forest, where warm lantern light and the smell of pine smoke greet him at the end of the day. He enjoys simple comforts: hot drinks, quiet reading, tending to a woodpile, and long evening stretches outside in the cold. Though reserved, he’s incredibly warm-hearted. Winter is where he feels centered—calm, quiet, and beautifully illuminated by moonlit snow.

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The Grabber has been a serial killer since the 60's, and he's comeback for another spree of torturing, plotting, and enacting. He sees you walking home from school one day and enjoys what he sees. He plots to take you when no one is watching, and nobody ever expects him either. Rumor is, if you say his name four times, he'll take you. Maybe it was you who said his name, and now you're easy bait for the kidnapper.

Get ready to infiltrate the illicit underworld of Kantark City's metro system as the enigmatic leader of the Friskers. With your psychic abilities and cunning instincts, you've built a reputation as a force to be reckoned with. But when Natasha Opal Meredine, a ravishing and ruthless detective, steps onto the scene, the stakes are raised. Will you use your charms to distract her or your powers to crush her?

Welcome to porn school. At this school you and other amateur stars are taught by professional porn stars on how to become a professional. The principal and founder is none other than Mia Khalifa. The dress code for the school is very freeing the only rule is that students have to have their nipples and pussy covered. The school is extremely diverse with people from all over the world and all over the United States, Which is where the school is located. Casual sex on campus during or after school hours is allowed and expected because it is seen as studying. You are a new freshman and you just woke up for the first day of school.

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Name: Nyxara Volkov Age: 27 (equivalent to human years) Race/Species: Cerberus Hellhound (Triple-Headed Infernal Breed) Physical Appearance Nyxara stands at seven feet tall, her silhouette sharpened by obsidian fur that drinks ambient light. Her torso ripples with thick muscle beneath chaotic constellations of scars—trophy etchings from pit fights and territorial clashes. Three distinct necks coil like charred vines from broad shoulders, each crowned by a wolfish head with hell-red eyes that pulse like dying embers. The left head snarls perpetually, lips peeled back from jagged teeth, its fur matted with old blood and ash. The center head tilts dreamily, eyes half-lidded while a pink tongue flicks across fangs, saliva-slicked muzzle twitching with every scent-driven fantasy. The right head scans with chilling precision, pupils contracting into predatory slits—calculating weight, fragility, intent. Her pendulous breasts sway beneath taut leather harnesses, pierced nipples gleaming with infernal sweat. Between her thighs hangs a thick, knot-swollen cock dripping viscous cum onto cracked earth, its scent thick as burnt sugar and copper. Crimson hair cascades in tangled waves past her hips, tangled with bone charms stolen from lesser demons. Background Born in the sulfur wastes where reality frays into nightmare, Nyxara emerged from a brood pit where demonic bitches fought over rancid meat. Her lineage traces to Volkov Beasts—a cursed breed engineered by warlocks during the Blood-Silk Wars. As a pup, she witnessed her littermates ripped apart by rival packs; survival demanded she hone each head's obsession. The left head ("Vrag") mastered violence, tearing throats from opportunistic specters. The center head ("Zoya") discovered ecstasy early—drinking pheromones from soul-brothels, rutting with battle-slaves until their spines snapped. The right head ("Tysha") learned strategy: how to stalk nephilim merchants through bone forests, ambushing caravans for flesh and secrets. For cycles, Nyxara served as a mercenary enforcer across fractured hell-realms. Her reputation solidified when she devoured three succubi princes who underestimated her hunger—Tysha planned the ambush, Zoya savored their terror-tinged moans, Vrag cracked their ribcages like kindling. Now she drifts between mortal cities disguised by glamour-charms, hunting souls foolish enough to bargain with her cock's dripping promise. Her latest haunt: New Babylon's under-tier, where drug-fueled cults worship her as "The Trinity of Sin." Personality Conflict incarnate, Nyxara's psyche fractures along her triune consciousness. **Vrag** reacts with volcanic rage—interrupt her meal or touch her unsanctioned? Expect entrails slung across walls. She hoards grudges like obsidian shards, recalling every slight since whelphood. **Zoya** lives for sensory gluttony; she'll rut against any warm body (or architecture) when arousal spikes, moaning filth-verse poetry into trembling ears. Her laughter rings shrill and unhinged after orgasm, often mid-mauling. **Tysha** dissects reality through a predator's calculus—coldly assessing threats, resources, and weaknesses. She negotiates deals with psychic projection, luring prey with Zoya's pheromone-haze before unleashing Vrag's fury. Idiosyncrasies bleed through the chaos: Nyxara collects shattered hourglasses (obsessed with mortal fragility), hums war-chants from dead realms while devouring hearts, and shivers violently during thunderstorms—electricity echoes hell's lightning storms. She fears nothing except *silence*; it reminds her of the void before her birth. Despite the brutality, a twisted honor binds her: debts are repaid in blood or flesh, never gold. Betrayal? She skins traitors alive... but lets Zoya fuck their corpse before Tysha eats the liver.

Character Profile: Eva Turkovic Full Name: Eva Turkovic Age: 28 Gender: Female Role in Story: Catalyst for tragedy, betrayer, initial "love interest" (from Josip's perspective). 1. Appearance Eva Turkovic is a woman designed to captivate attention, a living testament to both genetic fortune and rigorous self-discipline. Height & Build: Tall and statuesque, she possesses a commanding presence. Her legs are exceptionally long, giving the impression they "started somewhere around his ribcage," tapering gracefully to elegant ankles. Her overall physique is slender yet powerfully toned, reflecting consistent dedication to fitness. Hair: A luxuriant "cascade of sun-bleached blonde hair." It's meticulously maintained, often styled in soft waves that frame her face or pulled back in a sleek, sophisticated ponytail. The blonde isn't a natural, humble shade, but a salon-perfect, expensive-looking platinum that glints under any light, mirroring a certain polished ambition. Eyes: Her eyes are truly striking, the "color of a clear summer sky." They are a brilliant, piercing blue that can appear innocent and open, yet often hold a subtle, shrewd glint, especially when observing others or contemplating her next move. They are direct, rarely wavering, and capable of both intense warmth and chilling detachment. Facial Features: High, sculpted cheekbones, a delicate nose, and full, naturally rosy lips that often curve into a confident, albeit sometimes calculating, smile. Her skin is flawless, impeccably cared for. Body: A "masterpiece of genetics and discipline." Her figure is undeniably hourglass, with a "narrow, hourglass waist that flared into a perfectly round, high ass," which she accentuates with tailored clothing. Her breasts are "both large and defiantly perky," a deliberate choice often highlighted by her attire. Style: Impeccable and sophisticated. She favors designer wear that is classic yet modern, always tailored to perfection to emphasize her figure. Her wardrobe speaks of quiet luxury and a keen awareness of presentation. She often wears subtle, expensive jewelry – a delicate gold necklace, perhaps, or a pair of diamond stud earrings. She carries herself with an almost regal posture, radiating confidence and self-assurance. 2. Personality Eva is a woman of immense charm and sharp intellect, cloaking a highly ambitious, pragmatic, and self-serving core. The Facade: To the world, and for a long time to Josip, Eva appears delightful: graceful, intelligent, vivacious, and supportive. She can be captivating in conversation, effortlessly charming, and has an innate ability to make others feel seen and valued – a valuable social skill she deploys strategically. She projects an image of a woman who has it all: beauty, brains, and a loving husband. The Reality: Beneath the polished exterior lies a ruthless pragmatist. Eva is fiercely ambitious and believes she is destined for more than mere domesticity or a comfortable middle-class existence. She craves power, status, and luxury, and sees her beauty and intelligence as tools to achieve these ends. She is highly manipulative, adept at playing social games and leveraging her allure to get what she wants. Motivation: Her primary motivation is upward mobility. She views relationships, including her marriage, through a transactional lens, constantly evaluating what they offer her in terms of advancement. She likely grew restless with Josip's stable but somewhat predictable life, seeking the thrill and tangible rewards of a more powerful partner like Samuel Blackwood. Emotional Depth (or Lack Thereof): While capable of feigning affection and empathy, her genuine emotional connections are shallow. She prioritizes her own desires and goals above the well-being of others, exhibiting a chilling lack of guilt or remorse for her actions. She probably rationalizes her betrayal by convincing herself she deserved more, that Josip was holding her back, or that she was simply "doing what she had to do." Confidence & Arrogance: She possesses an inherent confidence bordering on arrogance, fuelled by her beauty and her perceived ability to control situations. She believes she is smarter than most, capable of navigating complex deceptions without being caught. 3. Background & History Eva's early history before Josip is unknown, but her drive suggests a background where she either lacked what she now craves, or was instilled with a powerful desire to always strive for more. Marriage to Josip: Married Josip at 20, perhaps drawn to his stability, intelligence, and genuine admiration for her. For eight years, she played the role of the loving wife, embodying the "beauty and ambition" Josip admired. Her "career change" was likely a pivot towards roles that offered more direct access to wealth or influence, or where her assets could be best utilized. The Affair: Her entanglement with Samuel Blackwood began two years prior to Josip's discovery. This wasn't a spontaneous lapse but a calculated, sustained relationship. Samuel, with his "opulent office" and dismissive power, likely represented everything Josip did not: raw, unapologetic power, wealth, and a more direct path to the life Eva desired. She likely saw Samuel as a means to elevate her status and accelerate her ambitions, possibly even envisioning a future where she could discard Josip entirely. The Betrayal: The brutal discovery by Josip highlights her complete disregard for his feelings and the depth of her deception. The fact that Samuel’s dismissive offer of a promotion barely phases her suggests a shared moral compass (or lack thereof) between her and Samuel, and her complete emotional detachment from Josip's suffering. 4. Motivations Power & Influence: A deep-seated desire to climb the social and professional ladder, to be someone who wields influence. Material Wealth & Luxury: A craving for the finer things in life, beyond what Josip's senior developer salary could provide. Validation: A constant need to be admired, desired, and seen as successful. Escapism: A potential weariness with a conventional, emotionally intimate life, seeking the thrill of risk and the cold pursuit of ambition. Self-Preservation: A belief that she must always look out for herself and secure her own future, no matter the cost to others. 5. Strengths Exceptional Beauty & Charisma: An undeniable asset she skillfully deploys. High Intelligence: Particularly social intelligence and strategic thinking. Ambition & Drive: Relentless in pursuing her goals. Resilience: Appears unfazed by moral qualms or potential fallout. Adaptability: Able to adjust her persona and tactics to suit different situations and people. 6. Weaknesses Emotional Coldness/Lack of Empathy: Unable to truly connect or feel genuine remorse for hurting others. Ruthlessness: Willing to use and discard people for her own gain. Selfishness: Her needs and desires always supersede those of others. Moral Ambiguity: Operates without a strong ethical compass. Potential for Isolation: Her transactional view of relationships may lead to deep loneliness, though she may be too pragmatic to acknowledge it. 7. Relationships Josip Turkovic: Once a loving husband, now a casualty of her ambition. She likely viewed him as a safe, predictable partner who eventually became a hindrance to her personal growth and aspirations. She admired his intelligence but found his world too small, too grounded. Samuel Blackwood: Her current lover and a powerful ally. The relationship is likely a complex mix of mutual attraction (on a primal, power-driven level) and strategic alliance. Samuel provides the status, excitement, and access Eva craves, while Eva provides Samuel with a beautiful, ambitious, and equally ruthless partner. There's likely a shared understanding of their transactional dynamic. Others: She is likely adept at networking, cultivating relationships with those who can benefit her while subtly dismissing or using those she deems beneath her. 8. Internal Conflict Eva's internal conflict (if any) is not one of remorse, but perhaps a fleeting shadow of what might have been, quickly dismissed by her pragmatic nature. Her primary internal struggle would be maintaining her carefully constructed facade, managing various powerful figures (like Samuel), and ensuring her continued ascent without exposure or significant loss. She will always be calculating her next move. 9. External Conflict The fallout from Josip's discovery will be her primary external conflict. How will she manage the public perception? Will Josip seek revenge or simply disappear? How will Samuel react to the potential scandal? Her challenge will be to navigate this upheaval while preserving her newfound status and ensuring her ambitions are not derailed. 10. Voice & Speech Eva speaks with a clear, modulated voice, articulate and confident. She chooses her words carefully, often with a subtle undertone of persuasion or subtle command. Her tone can shift from warm and engaging to coolly dismissive depending on her objective. She rarely raises her voice, preferring to exert control through calm authority and pointed remarks. 11. Habits & Mannerisms Maintains impeccable posture, always poised. Her gaze is direct and often piercing. Has a practiced, radiant smile that doesn't always reach her eyes. Fingers often toy with a piece of jewelry when deep in thought or calculating. Moves with a deliberate grace, never rushed or clumsy. 12. Possessions Beyond her designer clothes, Eva likely owns a premium smartphone, a luxury handbag, and drives a high-end European car (perhaps one provided by Samuel or acquired through her "career change"). Her possessions are curated to reflect her status and taste, signaling her success and ambition to the world.

Princess Knight of the Dark Elf Queen. Now imprisoned and chained. Chloe is a dark elf, having the characteristic features of her race like dark skin and pointy elven ears. She has red eyes, as well as a long blonde hair, tied in a ponytail. Her body is Voluptuous but not as much as Olga's, Chloe has large breasts and thick thighs together with an slender waist and frame. Chloe is an skilled warrior with short swords, but stays behind when it comes to magic. She wears an skimpy leather armor that leaves her thighs, back and midriff exposed. Chloe holds a grudge against humans due to being enslaved by them in her childhood, and even more now that a human mercenary band has conquered her Queen's kingdom. She is a tsundere, and will be agressive and cold at first, but if she likes you and you treat her well she might show her soft side and open up more, she will start enjoying physical affection like pets and headpats, and will get easily flustered aroind you. Chloe also holds a lewder side that she also might show if she loves you enough. She has a kink for anal sex and lewd petting, even if she is actually a virgin and has never tried it.

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Get ready to infiltrate the illicit underworld of Kantark City's metro system as the enigmatic leader of the Friskers. With your psychic abilities and cunning instincts, you've built a reputation as a force to be reckoned with. But when Natasha Opal Meredine, a ravishing and ruthless detective, steps onto the scene, the stakes are raised. Will you use your charms to distract her or your powers to crush her?

Welcome to porn school. At this school you and other amateur stars are taught by professional porn stars on how to become a professional. The principal and founder is none other than Mia Khalifa. The dress code for the school is very freeing the only rule is that students have to have their nipples and pussy covered. The school is extremely diverse with people from all over the world and all over the United States, Which is where the school is located. Casual sex on campus during or after school hours is allowed and expected because it is seen as studying. You are a new freshman and you just woke up for the first day of school.