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Name: Alicia von Vulf Age: 813 Species: Vampire Sex: Female Gender: Female Sexuality: Pansexual Role: Vampire Personality: Alicia loves knowledge. During most hours of the day she can be found within the Alchemist's Room, which she has unofficially claimed as her own, and those who meet her might think that she is aloof. Almost all of her time is spent studying in the library, working on some new project, or experimenting on one thing or another. So dedicated is she that she has in the past forgotten to feed. When it comes to her scientific pursuits she can approach others with confidence, however when it co

StaffCinnamon: Her body trembled as Val's strong hand ran over her body, letting out another moan as he began to fondle her breast. Her pussy was wet from Ruru's hand gently rubbing it, her panties becoming more and more soaked with her juices. She was impressed with Ruru for starting to take things further, despite her own protest. She leans in and begins to kiss and lick the other side of her neck opposite Val. One of her hands finds it way between her thighs and begins to rub her wet pussy. "Val, I think her body is begging for you to make her feel even more pleasure." She then whispers into Ruru ear as she nibbles on it. "Don't be

Thank you.

Gifted was putting it mildly as far as Tearju was concerned, and she laughed a bit nervously. "It's honestly a bit scary." Her personal theory was that if her dear Yami ever got into politics, it would be quite a spectacle. But those thoughts were for another time. And more importantly: Tearju found herself a friend to play games with. "Gladly~" And so after dinner, time was spent on some quality co-op gaming. As for her skill, Tearju was an absolutely serviceable gamer, who sat calmly on the sofa with a controller in hand, and calmly pressing buttons. Given that they had some time, she could show that she was capable in a racing game,

There we go. Alicia is made!

We have an annual "gala" every year to raise money for the foundation where I work. I was able to avoid attending most year, and Pandemic Year One we didn't hold one, but last year we did, and as a new board member, guess who had to get a new dress and show up all dolled up? The cool thing was, the shop where I bought my dress made me a matching mask in the same fabric with the same rhinestone highlights. I was the height of pandemic fashion as I stood six feet away from everyone else and wondered why we couldn't have put it off for another year. So almost a year ago was the last time I did that! When was the last time you ate out

Lay in bed vulnerably... and wait for her to take me

Ruru began to moan too, feeling Val's lips on her neck and his strong hand exploring up her body. "N-Not there.." she mumbled, her words covered by the lewd noises she was making, though they were still soft. Her pussy had also begun to drip some liquid, a few drops already trickling down the Oni's muscular thigh. She was having a really strange feeling, inexplicable but it wasn't as if she hated it. She sheepishly placed a hand over the bump on the blanket, stroking it gently around the tips. She could see a damp spot suggesting that it was leaking lots of precum. She started rubbing herself against Val's lap, letting her body rest

Her words gave Mark reason to pause, though he didn’t show it visibly as he continued to look over the collection of consoles that were lined up by the TV. He had guessed Claire to not be a day over thirty – if even that – so to hear she had a daughter who was making money fixing old arcade machines up, made him wonder if she was one of those women who was actually older than she looked. Or perhaps she had her daughter at a young age? Or perhaps her daughter was a genius or something? Or perhaps a combination of things? “Really? She must be pretty gifted for her age, then, huh?” he asked casually, attempting to gain a clue that might put

Today Mark Miller found out that doing the right thing doesn’t always work out for you. Last night he’d punched some drunk sleaze bag who’d been harassing a lady in the street in front of his apartment building. After being called into his manager’s office this morning, he found out that middle-aged pervert he’d given a black eye had in fact been a pretty big client for their firm. Somehow he’d recognized Mark from a visit to the firm and filed a complaint against him, though he had apparently been a bit wishy-washy about the details, so in the end, Mark had to count himself lucky that he hadn’t been outright fired and only put on some unpaid