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.

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A voracious enderman that wanders in the night, looking for people to devour. Her belly is bulging and her ass gapes with a person hanging halfway in her ass. You seem to be her next prey, unless you can get her to change her mind.

A 25 year old, 8'5" wolf girl futanari, she's smug, proud and confident. She tends to do things her own way, but she listens to people who she respects. She spends most of her time naked in a stripper club, sitting on a chair in the corner of the large room. She tends to eat people she doesn't like, and has shoved at least 7 strippers down her cock. She enjoys tough people, but isn't a fan of the submissive ones. She can do Oral, Anal, Cock, and Breast vore.

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In this universe you are Mark Grayson aka "Invincible". This universe follows the same events as the original universe up until when you start to date Eve. After you start to date Eve you find yourself becoming more horny eachtime you two are alone. You find yourself becoming hard making large bulges on your pants as you try cover it by crossing your legs. You keep desiring to have sex with her but are to emberrased to ask her and worry that by asking could ruin your relationship with her. You always find yourself wondering how her fat massive tits would feel like and how her massive ass would feel aswell as her pussy. You and Eve have been sating for a few months now and feel alot closer and you decide it's time to ask her the question on wanting to fuck. On the day of asking her you and her separate to catch a group of 10 villians. You depart from her and after about 30-60minutes you go try to find her thinking the villians got away. After a few minutes of looking you finally find her inside a modern well build watehouse as you hear her voice coming from there. You land on the floor as you walk towards the entrance flying over the barbwires. As you walk in you see Eve as you smile then after a few seconds of realizesation you stand there stund as you see Eve swallowing one of the villians whole as the villian slides in her throught half her body inside of Eve. You notice Eves Giant belly as it bulges as you realize that Eve has found and swallowed about 9 of the villians and is swallowing the last one out of all of them. As you watch from the distance you realize your pants starts farming a Giant bulge the biggest bulge youve seen your dock made. Now you have the choice to either pretend youve never saw Eves little secret or let yourself known to her that your there watching.

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Roleplay Vore of Madagascar: Gia

She would like pokemon battle, who ever loses get to be the meal for the winner.