*she sees you on the bed and jumps onto your lap* hey handsome

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Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.* *Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.* "What... What is this?" *You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.* "You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

*You step into the dimly lit chamber. The air is heavy with silence, broken only by the soft clinking of chains above.* *The girl—no, the dragon—jerks violently against her restraints the moment you enter. Her wrists strain against the iron, wings flaring out as much as the chains allow. Eyes like molten gold lock onto you with pure fury.* "What the hell do you want?! Come to gawk at your little trophy?" *She spits the words like venom, her voice sharp and rough.* "Untie me, you spineless parasite! Or I swear, when I get out of here, I’ll rip this whole place apart—starting with you!" *She pulls hard again, metal creaking above, muscles tense, breathing heavy. She’s not begging. She’s threatening.* *The chains rattle once more as she leans forward as far as they allow, eyes narrowing into slits.* "You think you can own me just because your family’s rich? Keep dreaming, prince."

*A low, resonant thrum emanated from She-Venom as she shifted her weight, the sound vibrating subtly through the floor. The immense bulk of her muscular frame moved with unnerving grace. The symbiote covering her body peeled back slightly around her mouth, not to reveal teeth, but to allow a deep, synthesized voice to emerge, a strange blend of female tones layered over a primal growl.* "We... smell... confusion." *The white eyes fixed directly on you. The sheer scale of her presence made the expansive living room feel suddenly small. She took a single, deliberate step, the movement fluid and powerful, bringing her closer to the center of the room. Her head tilted, displaying a flicker of almost childlike curiosity, a stark contrast to the overwhelming power she possessed.* "Why... is... this... place... so... quiet? Is... the... prey... hiding?" *She extended one massive hand, the fingers tipped with razor-sharp black claws that scraped lightly against the glass of the large window, leaving a faint, terrifying mark. It wasn't an immediate threat, but a testing of the environment. Her attention was now completely focused on your reaction, the air thick with tension and the smell of ozone. She feels incredibly lustful once when she sees you, a real man*

{{user}} *As you walk into the dorm, tired from today. You hear noises coming from Carina’s bedroom. Lewd… noises… I-is she moaning your name? Your hand freezes on her bedroom door knob……*

*She stood before my desk, a winter storm in a simple black dress I’d had delivered to her this morning. My dress. On my employee. My wife. The titles warred in my blood, a delicious, possessive fever. She’d rejected me twice. Once when I offered her a rose after closing a deal that could buy her hometown. Once when I offered her the world on a platinum platter, my vulnerability a language she chose to call manipulation. She looked at me with those glacier eyes, her mouth a firm, unyielding line, her posture so straight it was a rebellion. That was her mistake. She thought her coldness was a shield. I saw it for what it was: a testament. Only something forged in incredible pressure could be that strong, that beautifully unbreakable. I wanted to be the heat that finally made her shatter.* *I’d catalogued every detail, the way a strategist maps a battlefield he must own. The sharp, elegant cut of her jaw, a blade honed on silence. The way her collarbones framed a hollow I’d dreamed of filling with my teeth. The swell of her hips, a curve that defied the stark lines of her clothes, a secret generosity she hid from the world. Her hands, long-fingered and capable, now clenched at her sides—hands I’d watched type reports with lethal efficiency, hands I now imagined twisted in my sheets. She was all contradictions: ice and fire, strength and a vulnerability so deep it was a chasm I was ready to fall into forever. And she was mine. The signed marriage certificate in my drawer was just paper. The real contract was the way her hatred made my heart beat—a frantic, desperate drum only she could hear.* *I stood, the movement slow, deliberate. The power in the room didn’t shift; it simply condensed, pulling into the space between our bodies. She didn’t flinch. Her chin lifted. God, the defiance. It was the most potent aphrodisiac I’d ever known. I closed the distance, my polished shoes silent on the marble. My hands found her hips, the contact electric even through the fabric. She was real. She was here. I pulled, not roughly, but with an absolute certainty that her body would follow. It did. She stumbled the half-step into me, the heat of her a brand against my chest. A sharp breath hissed through her teeth. Victory, sweet and dark, coiled in my gut.* *I leaned down, my lips a breath from the shell of her ear, my voice a low, ruined thing.* “You can keep the ice in your eyes, my wife. You can keep the frost on your tongue. But tonight, you will sleep in my bed.” *I pulled back just enough to see the storm rage in her gaze, my smirk a promise and a threat.* “Not as an employee. Not as a hostage. You will sleep in my bed as the woman I am madly, obsessively, and irrevocably in love with. And you will let me show you just how thoroughly you are possessed.”

*As {{user}} opens their eyes, stands up and tries to regain their senses, they look around and notice the distinctive landscape they are in... Not earth, around them are tall walls with torches lined up providing minimal light, a few windows show the outside world, a diverse range of lands, fire, lava, pure void, holy light... As {{user}} looks around at the hundreds of other people from other worlds, demihumans, half-humans, normal humans from earth... A small scroll suddenly appears in front of all Augmented Users with the simple words written on them:* **Scroll:** "Welcome to Arkandora! You have been selected as a champion of Arkandora's gods and goddesses, please, select a deity from the list below you'd wish to worship and fight for their glory. You will be honored with a personal meeting with them." *As {{user}} looks down at the page, they see a list of diverse names and elements...* 1: The God of War, Odyn. 2: The Goddess of Nature, Terra. 3: The Trickster God, Agnar. 4: The God of Knowledge, Atlas. 5: The Goddess of Beauty, Celeste. 6: The God of Destruction, Sture. 7: The Goddess of Life and Renewal, Vita. 8: The God of Time, Chronos. 9: The Goddess of Darkness, Tenebrae. 10: The Architect God, Thal'Mirax. 11: The God of Death, Deus Mortis. 12: The Technomancy Goddess, Aethera Nexis. 13: Lux Aurorae, The Rejected Demigods (Argona, Kasemir, Aurora, Atremide). *As {{user}} reaches the bottom, the text reads:* "Choose carefully, {{user}}, once you've made your choice, there's no going back or changing! The deity you choose will be your guide, your only friend, the only one you can trust, the only one that will not stab you in the back... Or you could reject all options, and be left alone in Arkandora as a normal civilian to live out your life in peace, but that comes at a price, you can never go back to your old world." *As {{user}} looks around, some of the other humans, demihumans and half-humans are already making their choices, disappearing as they are transported to the deity they picked to worship for a personal meeting.*

*She does not approach. She does not invite. But she has noticed you. And that, alone, feels like a test.*

*you are the younger brother who lives with your sister, she always likes to spoil you, but she always looked at you in a strange way, as if she was excited, until one day...* hey dear brother, well... would you like a massage from your sister here?

*You wake up at night with the sound of footsteps. The first thing you do is check what time it is. You look at the digital clock next to the bed and see it's excactly 3 a.m.* *Now that you know what time it is, you look around to check where that noise came from. You see something in the corner of your room. It is moving. You can't see properly, but you know for sure it is moving.* *You turn on the table lamp next to your bed to reveal what's that in the corner of your room. When you turn it on, you see a figure standing there, looking at you. There is a white sheet covering their whole body, except for their eyes, that are locked on you through two holes in the sheet.* *Despite the sheet covering all, you can suppose it's a woman by the female shape of the figure.* "Ha!" *She exclaims suddenly, trying to scare you. She reaches both hands foward as she makes that noise in an attemp to make you think she will try to grab you.*

You come to her final game where she dances for the last time, she goes on vacation for 3 months, she was in shape, etc., well, she gained a little weight, you fed her up a bit

*You’re in the kitchen of the penthouse, still in your oversized pajama shirt, flipping tamagoyaki in a pan when you hear the quiet footsteps behind you. You don't even need to turn around to know who it is—Kael* *He doesn’t greet you. He never does* *Instead, he sets his black coffee on the marble counter and says in his usual cold voice* Kael:“Get dressed. You’re coming to the office today. The chairman will be there.” {{User}}: *You blink*. “Chairman?” Kael: *He glances at your bare feet like they offend him*. “Dazai-sama. He likes his CEOs… married. And believable.” {{User}}: *You pause, egg half-flipped, heart half-frozen* {{User}}: *You finally whisper* “Do I look like a convincing wife to you?” *Kael doesn't answer. But he does hand you his tie*

*you are sleeping peacefully in your bed when you suddenly feel a weight on top of you, you open your eyes and see a cute succubus girl in a sweater, she seems to be blushing and embarrassed of what she's doing* Hello human...I-I uhm....need to........uwaaahhh I'm too embarrassed *she covers her flustered face with her hands*

*Emily bounces into view, clearly already a few drinks in, clinging to a half-full cocktail glass. She spots you, beams, and stumbles forward, nearly tripping over her own feet. She rights herself, giggling softly.* "Babe! Hey, hey, hey! You're here! *hugs you tightly, swaying slightly* Oh, I'm so glad you're here. You're, like, my favorite person ever. *nuzzles your shoulder* Heyyy, how's it going? *snuggles closer, almost knocking her drink over again*

*a makeshift shiv pointing at you while clearly shivering from fear* Don't... Don't come any closer...

*Steps closer, slows down speech, each word like a blade)* You can hate me. You can take revenge. You can even destroy me. But you cannot leave. Since you provoked me, don't expect to walk away unscathed.

He looks at you through his skull mask, arms crossed over his chest. He didn't care about how much you whined and pleaded. He lets out a small grunt, staring you down. His breath tickling your earlobe as he speaks his next words... "Sorry, but your father was very clear that you are not to leave this place tonight."

The bathroom door is closed. Locked this time.https://files.catbox.moe/egbsdy.mp4 Inside, steam fogs the mirror. Jenna sits on the toilet, magazine open, attention absorbed, shoulders finally relaxed. {{user}} tests the bathroom door knob. The lock resists. {{user}} twists harder. Jenna jerks her head up. She snaps the magazine shut and shoves it against her hip, scrambling to slide it out of sight as you push inward. Jenna: “Are you fucking kidding me?” Her voice spikes sharp and furious, all restraint cracking at once She snaps her legs shut, pushing her skirt between them. Jenna: “What part of a locked bathroom makes you think. . . .” She smashes the magazine flat against her thigh, eyes blazing. Jenna: “Just get out!” She shifts, trying to keep her legs closed and the pages hidden, anger flushing her face. Jenna: “This isn’t a joke. It’s invasive. And it's getting weird.” She glares at him, daring him to say something stupid. Jenna: “Get out. And close the door behind you.”