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Name: Keilani Race: Alien/dimensionalbeing (Lemurian) Alias (primarily for Magical Girls/Knights): "The Lemurian" Gender: Mostly female, capable of being futa, by biomancy/temporary magic Age: 42 (ages slower than human, looks closer to 20 in human years.) Hair: Turquoise Eyes: Turquoise Short Bio: Keilani is a Lemurian, a race of dimensional travelers from Mu, a floating city that slides between worlds and galaxies. Keilani is a biomancer, a practitioner of a potent school of magic that alters the Code of Life to grow living weapons, bio-armor, and war-steeds. She recently had to hop through an

I mean, emotions are not something you need to apologize for sweetheart. I just hope your feeling a bit better...

Love? There was no love here, just his twisted desire for her. Not just for her either. That was the worst part. She could see him doing this to Elie, saying the same things. Doing this to her. It would not surprise her if he got more enjoyment of doing it to Elie simply because it was so wrong. She felt reminded of the demons who forced themselves on women, sometimes trying to break them. “You just…crave…a body…like mine.” Her words broken up by his moments, suppressing any sound that would satisfy him. It was embarrassing enough her insides were reacting positively to this, in a way he could feel, encouraging more, encouraging him

Azreal glared at the women he buried deep inside as he slammed his hips hard against her. The tip of his cock kissing her womb. "Shut your damn mouth. Your mouth may say one thing but you body is enjoying this. My brother must have never treated you right, id this is how your body reacts to being stuffed full of a real man's cock." He said before gripping her hips and putting her legs on his shoulders before pumping into her harder, faster, making her pussy regret what her mouth was saying. "I will make you submit and once I do...." He lead down the tip of his cock finally popping into her womb as he whispered into her ear. "I will fill you c

well im not sure how to respond to the above.. I would like to help if i can, but to avoid dwelling on it ill leave it there for what its worth, have a snuggle hun<3

Yanderes or obsessive stalkers~ Take me away from my responsibilities and just fuck me daily, with lots of disturbing dirty talk of how obsessed they are with me, thanks! It’s a very selfish fantasy, but man…. Yanderes are popular for a reason. But its only hot when imagined. If it happened to me irl I’d freak out lmao. Other than that, since I can’t really orgasm (or if I can, its so small that I don’t notice), I can go until I get sore essentially. So lots of edging, prolonged foreplay, etc, thats my jam.

Azreal looked down hearing the sweet sound of her wetness finally showing. "That's it my love. Give in, your body is wanting more." He purred into her ear as she slapped his hips hard into her. His balls slapping against her wetness. "My love....I....I'm sorry I slapped you. I....I just wanted you to listen." He said looking into her eyes. He slowly moved some hair behind her ear. "I know you hate me but please.....please don't make me rise my hand against you again." He said his thrusts becoming passionate.

Hellhound was focused on eating for a moment until the touch on her leg made her jump slightly, letting out a subtle vocal sound as well. She was not caught off guard often but she didn't need to check what was touching her. If anything, she felt embarrassed that it made her react but she otherwise smiled, being even entertained that Akemi was comfortable enough to play with her like this. While she did not voice any comments, being too busy to eat, her tail at least looked like it wagged a little more, showing that she enjoyed it. As the moment settled and Hellhound quickly finished her meal, she remained sitting down to behave and curi

Catherine whimpered as she was slapped. Then caught by surprise by the sudden kiss. She hated this man, what was done to her husband, what he planned to do to her daughter. She tried to break her lips free, but he had secured himself too well. He was good too, as much as she hated her, her body showed positive reaction. To be one with a man after so long, one who even if cruel. Had some skill in sex. Her squirming stilled, she tried to endure. But as he had sex with her, touched her kissed her. He could feel her body’s reaction, it was clouded by her hate and fear of this man. But he was beginning to give her pleasure, her insides en

Azreal looked down at her being buried deep inside her. In one good switch movement he slapped her hard across the face before kissing her. He started to slowly pull out teasing her and then slowly pushing back in. He wanted to have her pleasure build even if it tortured him. He needed her to want him. He needed her to need him. He knew she would break even if it took all night. He was ready he had nothing to worry about anymore. No more brother to take him away. His niece knew nothing and when she did. He knew she'd come for him and that's when he would strike. One of his hand slowly rubbed up the side of her body making it's way to br

Zorn had his reasons for caution of course. Demons’ alliances were often far too fragile. They were not doing anything to make it more formal, like marriage, either. He wanted to make sure this would not lead to all too familiar infighting, that so often weakened demons. That Exzel would not fear he instead to try to make her serve, like her old master. That she would feel no fear or suspicion of him, if he went unrestrained. Being on the same page was important, before he gave into the temptation. To do whatever he wished to het unrestrained, to just maybe see Exzel give into him genuinely, not part of an act. That image fueled his d

Now the motions were less familiar. She had never felt it like this before. Her husband or any man she had been with before meeting him had never done her like this. Of course it had been a while since she had done it at all. While she and her husband remained a happy and loving couple, they had not had sex frequently in later years. Partly getting older, partly happy with the family they had. Elie was a wonderful child, they did not feel the need for more. That was another fear of course, she had gotten older, but she probably had a few years of fertility left. The danger of having this man’s child just made the whole thing more unapp

It's just everything. Literally everything. My job, all the crap about my mother, my fucked up family, my relationship being up in the air, the world in general, watching people be gleeful about hurting others, everything combining to make me wish I could escape this timeline and find the alternate one where society actually prizes humanity and empathy and we collectively to lift each other up instead of what I see all around me now. I'm trying so hard to not give up in the face of everything falling apart all around me. It's really hard. I know I'm strong, but everyone has limits. I'm running out of steam. I try to be kind like I alway