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<<audio "main_bgm" volume 0.2 loop play>> <span class="burgundy"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Content Warning</h1></div></span> ''//Lovestruck//'' is a growing collection of erotic interactive short stories with an even focus on plot, romance, characters, and smut. Make wise choices to earn a good ending, or fumble and face a bad ending. These stories are rated ''18+'' and intended for <span class="highlight">adult audiences only</span>. Continue onward to create your <span class="highlight">Character</span>. [[Continue...|Pronouns Select]]\

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[[Credits]] <<if $CharacterComplete is true>>\ [[Stories]] [[Character]] [[Premium Access]] /*[[Gallery]] (Unfinished.)*/\ <</if>>\ <<link "Fullscreen">><<run Fullscreen.toggle()>><</link>> /*[[Help Page]]*/

<center>This page is a work in progress! <<link "Return" $return>></center><</link>>\

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<span class="burgundy"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Credits</h1></div></span> !!<span class="highlight">Writers</span> <span class="burgundy">seXii Games</span> <hr> !!<span class="highlight">Fonts</span> <span class="burgundy">Conthrax</span> by <span class="burgundy">Typodermic Fonts</span> <span class="burgundy">Hobbiton Brush Hand</span> by <span class="burgundy">Nancy Lorenz</span> Music by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/harumachimusic-13470593/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=music&utm_content=112528">Noru</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/music//?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=music&utm_content=112528">Pixabay</a> Music by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/szegvaria-9048476/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=music&utm_content=8690">szegvaria</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/music//?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=music&utm_content=8690">Pixabay</a> Music by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/fassounds-3433550/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=music&utm_content=112191">FASSounds</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/music//?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=music&utm_content=112191">Pixabay</a> Music by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/penguinmusic-24940186/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=music&utm_content=12641">Oleksandr Stepanov</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com//?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=music&utm_content=12641">Pixabay</a> Music by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/alexiaction-26977400/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=music&utm_content=126735">Alexi Action</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com//?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=music&utm_content=126735">Pixabay</a> Horror Music Theme by Karl Casey @ White Bat audio <<link "Return" $return>></center><</link>>

<span class="burgundy"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Select Your Pronouns</h1></div></span> <center>\ [[He/him|Select Genitalia][$Gender to "male"]] [[She/her|Select Genitalia][$Gender to "female"]] [[They/them|Select Genitalia][$Gender to "non-binary"]] </center>\

<span class="burgundy"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Select your Genitalia</h1></div></span> <center>\ [[Penis|Breasts][$Genitalia to "penis"]] [[Vagina|Breasts][$Genitalia to "vagina"]] </center>\

<span class="burgundy"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Input Your Name</h1></div></span> <center>\ <div style="text-align: center;">\ <<textbox "$Name" "">> </div>\ [[Continue|Character Confirm]]</center>

<span class="burgundy"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Choose Breast Size</h1></div></span> <center>\ [[Small-Breasted|Hair Color][$Breasts to "small"]] [[Average Sized|Hair Color][$Breasts to "average"]] [[Large-Breasted|Hair Color][$Breasts to "supple"]] </center>\

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<<notify 4s>>//Select a story genre.//<</notify>>\ <div class="chapterHead"><h2>Genre Select</h2><hr><h1>Choose a Story Genre</h1></div>\ <<set $LovePoints to 0>>\ <<set $Nude = false>>\ [[Action Stories]] [[Carefree Stories]] [[Fantasy Stories]] [[Horror Stories]] [[Sci-Fi Stories]] <span class="inactive">[[Furry Stories (Patreon Exclusive)]]</span> <span class="burgundy">(Coming Soon)</span>\ <span class="inactive">[[Historical Stories (Patreon Exclusive)]]</span> <span class="burgundy">(Coming Soon)</span>\ <<set $LovePoints to 0>>\

<span class="caramel"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Sand Dollars</h1></div></span> <span class="caramel">''SUMMARY:''</span> You encounter a humanoid sea creature on the pier near your vacation home. The odd creature offers you sand dollars in exchange for little interactions. But one day, they want a little something //else// in exchange for their money... <span class="caramel">''PAIRINGS:''</span> Reader/Male, Reader/Female <span class="caramel">''ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:''</span> Three possible endings: Good, Bad, and Neutral. <span class="red">''WARNING(S):''</span> None. [[Play this short story|Sand Dollars Pg.1]] [[Back to Story List|Carefree Stories]] \ <<set $Choice = 0>>\ <<set $LovePoints = 0>>\ <<set $Siren to "">>\

<center><<if $Name is "" or $Name is " " or $Name is " " or $Name is " ">>\ <span class="burgundy"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Go Back</h1></div></span> Go back and input a name. [[Back|Input Name]]<<else>>\ <span class="burgundy"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Confirm Character</h1></div></span> Your name is <span class="burgundy">$Name</span>. Your pronouns are <span class="burgundy"><<she>>/<<her>></span>, and you have a <span class="burgundy">$Genitalia</span>. You have <span class="burgundy">$HairColor hair</span>, <span class="burgundy">$EyeColor eyes</span>, <span class="burgundy">$SkinColor skin</span>, and <span class="burgundy">$Breasts breasts.</span> Confirm? [[Confirm|Stories][$CharacterComplete to true]] [[Redo|Pronouns Select][$Name to ""; $Genitalia to ""; $Sex to ""; $Breasts to ""; $HairColor to ""; $EyeColor to ""]] <</if>>\ </center>\

<span class="blue"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Escape Fury</h1></div></span> <span class="blue">''SUMMARY:''</span> You're a prisoner on the space vessel penitentiary //Fury//, held for crimes you didn't commit. But when pirates attack, you're presented with a chance at an early release... Escape the Fury alive. <span class="blue">''PAIRINGS:''</span> Reader/Male, Reader/Female <span class="blue">''ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:''</span> Three possible endings. <span class="red">''WARNING(S):''</span> Graphic descriptions of violence, threats, sexual assault. <span class="inactive">[[Play this short story.|Escape Fury Pg.1]]</span> <span class="blue">(Upcoming)</span> [[Back to Story List|Sci-Fi Stories]]\ <<set $Choice = 0>>\ <<set $LovePoints = 0>>\

<span class="blue"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Junebug Station</h1></div></span> <span class="blue">''SUMMARY:''</span> You're a USSM soldier operating under the United Space Fleet Command in Junebug Station. When the station comes under siege by enemy alien forces, you find yourself caught in the rubble. But it's an unlikely ally that comes to your rescue. Amidst the chaos, the vicious, local extraterrestrial wildlife make their way inside. Escape the station alive alongside your newfound //friend//, or count yourself among the casualities. <span class="blue">''PAIRINGS:''</span> Reader/Male <span class="blue">''ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:''</span> Three possible endings: Good, Bad, and Neutral. <span class="red">''WARNING(S):''</span> Threats of violence, terror, some gore, sexual assault. [[Play this short story|Junebug Station Pg.1]] [[Back to Story List|Sci-Fi Stories]] \ <<set $Choice = 0>>\ <<set $LovePoints = 0>>\ <<set $Nude to false>>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> <center>What gender are you most attracted to? [[Male|Sand Dollars Pg.2 (Male Siren)][$Siren = "male"]] [[Female|Sand Dollars Pg. 2 (Female Siren)][$Siren = "female"]] </center>\

<span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Character Sheet</h1></div></span> Your //Character Sheet//, where you can edit your character's physical characteristics for descriptive purposes in-game. Your name is <span class="red">$Name</span>. Your pronouns are <span class="red"><<she>>/<<her>></span>, and you have a <span class="red">$Genitalia</span>. You have <span class="red">$HairColor hair</span>, <span class="red">$EyeColor eyes</span>, <span class="red">$SkinColor skin</span>, and <span class="red">$Breasts breasts.</span> [[Change Name]] [[Change Pronouns]] [[Change Genitalia]] [[Change Eye Color]] [[Change Hair Color]] [[Change Skin Color]] [[Change Breast Size]] <<link "Return" $return>></center><</link>>

<span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Change Breasts Size</h1></div></span> <center> [[Small-Breasted|Character][$Breasts to "small"]] [[Average Sized|Character][$Breasts to "average-sized"]] [[Large-Breasted|Character][$Breasts to "supple"]] [[No Breasts|Character][$Breasts to "flat"]] [[Back|Character]]</center>

<span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Change Pronouns</h1></div></span> <center>\ [[He/him|Character][$Gender to "male"]] [[She/her|Character][$Gender to "female"]] [[They/them|Character][$Gender to "non-binary"]] [[Back|Character]]</center>

<span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Hellcoming</h1></div></span> <span class="white">''SUMMARY:''</span> It's night of the homecoming dance, but some government eggheads opened a portal to Hell and unleashed legions of demonic entities upon the earth. You're trapped in the city during their bloody rampage. Flee the city and evade enemy capture... or //worse.// <span class="white">''PAIRINGS:''</span> Reader/Male, Reader/Female <span class="white">''ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:''</span> Three possible endings. <span class="red">''WARNING(S):''</span> Graphic descriptions of violence, demonic themes, blood and gore, threats of violence, non-con elements. <span class="inactive">[[Play this short story.|Hellcoming Pg.1]]</span> <span class="white">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[Back to Story List|Horror Stories]]\ <<set $Choice = 0>>\ <<set $LovePoints = 0>>\

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<span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Change Name</h1></div></span> <center>\ <div style="text-align: center;">\ <<textbox "$Name" "">> </div>\ [[Confirm Name]] [[Back|Character]]</center>

<span class="gold2"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Dragon Bane</h1></div></span> <span class="gold2">''SUMMARY:''</span> You are the Dragon Bane -- a being of immense power, capable of commanding and felling dragons. You're a rare breed in the land of Eferion. But when you're captured by the King's men and commanded to slay a dragon you've been allied with for years, you reconsider your allegiences. <span class="gold2">''PAIRINGS:''</span> Reader/Male <span class="gold2">''ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:''</span> You //may// or //may not// be able to fuck a talking dragon... <span class="red">''WARNING(S):''</span> None. <span class="inactive">[[Play this short story.|Dragon Bane Pg.1]]</span> <span class="gold2">(Upcoming, Free)</span> [[Back to Story List|Fantasy Stories]]\ <<set $Choice = 0>>\ <<set $LovePoints = 0>>\

<span class="gold2"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>E'kayru</h1></div></span> <span class="gold2">''SUMMARY:''</span> You're an Elven servant of the Low Marshes, disguised as royalty and traded to the tribe leader of the Orcish legions of //Keyrock// to prevent a war. The orcs believe you're royal blood, and war is just //narrowly// avoided. But will you submit so easily to your new captors? Or will you bet everything on escape? <span class="gold2">''PAIRINGS:''</span> Reader/Male, Reader/Female <span class="gold2">''ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:''</span> Three possible endings: One <span class="gold2">Good Ending</span>, one <span class="gold2">Bad Ending</span> and a <span class="gold2">Neutral Ending</span>. <span class="red">''WARNING(S):''</span> Mild descriptions of violence, threats, attempted rape, dubious consent in some instances. [[Play this short story|E'kayru Prerequisites]] [[Back to Story List|Fantasy Stories]] \ <<set $Choice = 0>>\ <<set $LovePoints = 0>>\ <<set $StabbedSelfWithKnife to false>>\ <<set $FemaleOrc to false>>\ <<set $MaleOrc to false>>\

<span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Paradise Point</h1></div></span> <span class="white">''SUMMARY:''</span> You take a frigid vacation with some college pals up to the Paradise Point Resort and Spa. Your rich friend, Cayden, had his father rent out the entire place for your trip. It's only you, your friends, and the few staff members waiting around at your beck and call. But when people start popping up dead following the escape of a deranged prisoner on a transport bus, your vacation takes a deadly turn for the worst. Will you make it out alive? <span class="white">''PAIRINGS:''</span> Reader/Male, Reader/Female <span class="white">''ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:''</span> Three possible endings. <span class="red">''WARNING(S):''</span> Graphic descriptions of violence, murder, blood and gore, threats of violence. <span class="inactive">[[Play this short story.|Paradise Point Pg.1]]</span> <span class="white">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[Back to Story List|Horror Stories]]\ <<set $Choice = 0>>\ <<set $LovePoints = 0>>\

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<<if tags().includes('fantasy')>><<audio "main_bgm" stop>><<audio "sci-fi_bgm" stop>><<audio "carefree_bgm" stop>><<audio "horror_bgm" stop>><<audio "action_bgm" stop>><<audio "fantasy_bgm" volume 0.1 loop play>> <<elseif tags().includes('sci-fi')>><<audio "fantasy_bgm" stop>><<audio "main_bgm" stop>><<audio "carefree_bgm" stop>><<audio "horror_bgm" stop>><<audio "action_bgm" stop>><<audio "sci-fi_bgm" volume 0.3 loop play>> <<elseif tags().includes('carefree')>><<audio "fantasy_bgm" stop>><<audio "main_bgm" stop>><<audio "fantasy_bgm" stop>><<audio "horror_bgm" stop>><<audio "action_bgm" stop>><<audio "carefree_bgm" volume 0.15 loop play>> <<elseif tags().includes('horror')>><<audio "fantasy_bgm" stop>><<audio "main_bgm" stop>><<audio "sci-fi_bgm" stop>><<audio "carefree_bgm" stop>><<audio "action_bgm" stop>><<audio "horror_bgm" volume 0.15 loop play>> <<elseif tags().includes('action')>><<audio "main_bgm" stop>><<audio "sci-fi_bgm" stop>><<audio "carefree_bgm" stop>><<audio "fantasy_bgm" stop>><<audio "horror_bgm" stop>><<audio "action_bgm" volume 0.1 loop play>> <<else>><<audio "sci-fi_bgm" stop>><<audio "fantasy_bgm" stop>><<audio "carefree_bgm" stop>><<audio "horror_bgm" stop>><<audio "action_bgm" stop>><<audio "main_bgm" volume 0.2 loop play>> <</if>> <<if $LovePoints lt 0>><<set $LovePoints to 0>><</if>> <<if $LovePoints gt 100>><<set $LovePoints to 100>><</if>>

<span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>My Bleeding Heart</h1></div></span> <span class="white">''SUMMARY:''</span> Vampire hunting is a paying job. But when a mission goes awry, you're left at the mercy of the blood-sucker you aimed to kill.. <span class="white">''PAIRINGS:''</span> Reader/Male, Reader/Female <span class="white">''ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:''</span> Four possible endings: Three <span class="gold2">good endings</span>, and one <span class="red">bad ending</span>. <span class="red">''WARNING(S):''</span> Mild descriptions of violence, threats, <span class="inactive">[[Play this short story.|Bleeding Hearts Pg.1]]</span> <span class="white">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[Back to Story List|Horror Stories]]\ <<set $Choice = 0>>\ <<set $LovePoints = 0>>\

<span class="burgundy"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Hair Color</h1></div></span> <center>\ [[Black|Eye Color][$HairColor to "black"]] [[Brown|Eye Color][$HairColor to "brown"]] [[Blonde|Eye Color][$HairColor to "blonde"]] [[Red|Eye Color][$HairColor to "red"]] [[Blue|Eye Color][$HairColor to "blue"]] [[Violet|Eye Color][$HairColor to "violet"]] [[White|Eye Color][$HairColor to "white"]] </center>\

<span class="burgundy"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Eye Color</h1></div></span> <center>\ [[Dark Brown|Skin Color][$EyeColor to "dark brown"]] [[Light Brown|Skin Color][$EyeColor to "light brown"]] [[Green|Skin Color][$EyeColor to "green"]] [[Hazel|Skin Color][$EyeColor to "hazel"]] [[Blue|Skin Color][$EyeColor to "blue"]] [[Grey|Skin Color][$EyeColor to "grey"]] [[Violet|Skin Color][$EyeColor to "violet"]] [[Red|Skin Color][$EyeColor to "red"]] </center>\

<span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Change Genitalia</h1></div></span> <center>\ [[Penis|Character][$Genitalia to "penis"]] [[Vagina|Character][$Genitalia to "vagina"]] [[Back|Character]]</center>

<span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Change Eye Color</h1></div></span> <center>\ [[Dark Brown|Character][$EyeColor to "dark brown"]] [[Light Brown|Character][$EyeColor to "light brown"]] [[Green|Character][$EyeColor to "green"]] [[Hazel|Character][$EyeColor to "hazel"]] [[Blue|Character][$EyeColor to "blue"]] [[Grey|Character][$EyeColor to "grey"]] [[Violet|Character][$EyeColor to "violet"]] [[Red|Character][$EyeColor to "red"]] [[Back|Character]]</center>

<span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Change Hair Color</h1></div></span> <center>\ [[Black|Character][$HairColor to "black"]] [[Brown|Character][$HairColor to "brown"]] [[Blonde|Character][$HairColor to "blonde"]] [[Red|Character][$HairColor to "red"]] [[Blue|Character][$HairColor to "blue"]] [[Violet|Character][$HairColor to "violet"]] [[White|Character][$HairColor to "white"]] [[Back|Character]]</center>

<span class="burgundy"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Do you have breasts?</h1></div></span> <center>\ [[Yes|Breast Size]] [[No|Hair Color][$Breasts to "flat"]] </center>\

<span class="blue"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Sci-fi Stories</h1></div></span> //Space is vast, but you'll find plenty of bedfellows among the stars -- human or ''otherwise''. Buckle up and get ready to explore the unknown.// <center>\ [[Junebug Station]] <span class="blue">(Free)</span> [[Escape Fury]] <span class="blue">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[Spores]] <span class="blue">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[Back to Genre Select|Stories]] </center>\

<span class="gold2"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Fantasy Stories</h1></div></span> //Tired of the mundane? These magical stories will take you to colorful worlds with fairies and goblins, and no lack of gorgeous men and women to fulfill your fantasies.// <center>\ [[E'kayru]] <span class="gold2">(Free)</span> [[Dragon Bane]] <span class="gold2">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[Royal Escort]] <span class="gold2">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[The Crypt King]] <span class="gold2">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[Back to Genre Select|Stories]] </center>\

<span class="white"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Horror Stories</h1></div></span> //Stories that will make your skin crawl and chill your blood. These frightful short stories feature malicious monsters and men who will pursue you through the dark to get what they ''want''.// <center>\ <span class="newhorror">New!</span> [[Nightmares]] <span class="red">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[Hellcoming]] <span class="red">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[Paradise Point]] <span class="red">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[Bleeding Hearts]] <span class="red">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[The Cost]] <span class="red">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[Madhouse]] <span class="red">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[Back to Genre Select|Stories]] </center>\

<span class="caramel"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Carefree Stories</h1></div></span> //Low stakes stories without the dark clouds or the stress of making tough choices. These are short and sweet.// <center>\ [[Sand Dollars]] <span class="caramel">(Free)</span> [[The Selfie]] <span class="caramel">(Upcoming, Free)</span> [[Back to Genre Select|Stories]] </center>\

<span class="orange"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Action Stories</h1></div></span> //What gets your blood pumping? If you said guns, explosions, or cool fight scenes, then look no further--these action-packed stories give you all the bang for your buck (pun intended.)// <center>\ <span class="newaction">New!</span> [[Don't Freeze]] (Premium) [[Back to Genre Select|Stories]] </center>\

<span class="orange"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Don't Freeze</h1></div></span> <span class="orange">''SUMMARY:''</span> You’re a superhero who uses their power for good. But when one of your old team members goes rogue and abuses his power, it’s up to you to put a stop to him. But the only problem is, he’s a master of time control… <span class="orange">''PAIRINGS:''</span> Reader/Male <span class="orange">''ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:''</span> Three possible endings. <span class="red">''WARNING(S):''</span> Non-con elements. [[Play this short story|Don't Freeze Pg.1]] [[Back to Story List|Stories]]\ <<set $Choice = 0>>\ <<set $LovePoints = 0>>\

<span class="gold2"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>The Crypt King</h1></div></span> <span class="gold2">''SUMMARY:''</span> The dead are coming back to life, mere soulless husks with an endless hunger. At the behest of your mentor, you embark on a quest to dispatch the undead warlock responsible. But the mad mage has dastardly plans for you... Dead, AND alive. <span class="gold2">''PAIRINGS:''</span> Reader/Male <span class="gold2">''ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:''</span> Two endings. Good and Bad. <span class="red">''WARNING(S):''</span> Fantasy violence, //soft// necrophilia (Does it really count if they're undead?) <span class="inactive">[[Play this short story.|The Crypt King Pg.1]]</span> <span class="gold2">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[Back to Story List|Fantasy Stories]]\ <<set $Choice = 0>>\ <<set $LovePoints = 0>>\

<span class="gold2"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Royal Escort</h1></div></span> <span class="gold2">''SUMMARY:''</span> You're royalty of the Faery Court. Humans and Fae have been warring for near decade, but there's finally talks of peace. You take up the late Queen's mantel and prepare to embark on a journey to meet with the Kings and Queens of the Human kingdoms of Erindale to discuss your new treaty. As a show of good faith, the humans have sent an entourage of guards, including their most //esteemed// knight to escort you. It should be a brief trip, but when you run into trouble, it's your life on the line. Can you trust the human knight to get you to your destination safely? And should they succeed, how will you reward them in kind? <span class="gold2">''PAIRINGS:''</span> Reader/Male, Reader/Female <span class="gold2">''ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:''</span> Five possible endings: Three <span class="gold2">Good Endings</span>, and two <span class="red">Bad Endings</span>. <span class="red">''WARNING(S):''</span> Mild descriptions of violence, threats, attempted rape. <span class="inactive">[[Play this short story.|Royal Escort Pg.1]]</span> <span class="gold2">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[Back to Story List|Fantasy Stories]]\ <<set $Choice = 0>>\ <<set $LovePoints = 0>>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <center>What gender are you most attracted to? [[Male|E'kayru Pg.1 (Male Orc)][$MaleOrc = true]] [[Female|E'kayru Pg.1 (Female Orc)][$FemaleOrc = true]] </center>

<center><<if $Name is "" or $Name is " " or $Name is " " or $Name is " ">>\ <span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Go Back</h1></div></span> Go back and input a name. [[Back|Change Name]]<<else>><span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Confirm Name</h1></div></span> Your new name is <span class="red">$Name</span>. [[Confirm|Character]] [[Back|Change Name]] <</if>>\ </center>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Don't Freeze</h2><hr></div> The city stinks tonight. Rain clings to steel and concrete like sweat on skin, slicking rooftops in a greasy sheen that reflects the fractured glow of neon signs. The lights pulse erratically through the low-hanging mist, their colors smeared together. Spires tower all around you, shadowing the streets below. From here, you have a clear view of the narrow alley below. The darkness swallows most of it whole, but your eyes are trained to pick out details in the gloom. You lean forward slightly, boots scraping softly against wet concrete, and there it is—a faint shimmer in the air. At first glance, it could be mistaken for heat waves rising off asphalt on a hot summer day, but you ''know'' better. It’s not heat, but a //time warp.// A scar in reality itself. Beneath it, a dark smear on the concrete. //Blood//—not fresh, but recent enough to glisten under the dim light filtering down from above. Chrono was here. Chrono—your old squadmate. Once a trusted ally, maybe even a friend. But that word feels hollow now—//friend.// Hero? That’s an even stronger word, one that tastes bitter when you think about him. Because no hero would ''ever'' stray as far as he has. No good man would do what he’s done, //become// what he is today. Your jaw tightens as memories claw their way to the surface, unbidden and unwanted. You see him as he was back then: sharp-eyed and quick-witted, always ready with a quip or a plan that somehow worked against all odds. Back then, you trusted him. Hell, you //admired// him. He had this way of making you believe in something bigger than yourself—something worth ''fighting'' for. But that was before. Before he started using his powers for selfish gain. Before he abandoned everything you thought he stood for and became... //this.// A criminal. An ''animal.'' He’s abusing his powers. But you won’t let him… not for much longer. You shift your weight and lower your goggles, filtering through the layers of residual data. The distortion spike is faint but distinct—a sharp curve leaning eastward. Away from the neon-lit chaos of the city’s heart and into an abandoned district. You raise an eyebrow. “What are you doing out there?” you murmur to no one in particular He’s playing with time in a dangerous way. Maybe he’s making a statement. Or maybe it’s an invitation, just for __you__. He always did love an audience. This isn’t just justice anymore—not really. You tell yourself it is because that makes it easier to breathe through the tightness in your chest every time you hear his name or see his handiwork painted across another crime scene. You tell yourself you’re doing this because no one else can—that only ''you'' understand how he moves and how he thinks. But deep down... deep down you know better. You’re chasing him because once upon a time, he mattered to you in ways you can’t quite bring yourself to admit—not even now. Because once upon a time, when everything else felt like it was falling apart around you... he felt like home. And now? Now he feels like unfinished business. The rain picks up again as thunder growls low in the distance. You take one last look at the shimmering distortion below before standing slowly, boots steady against slick concrete despite the weight pressing down on your shoulders. “Alright,” you whisper into the night air as if he can hear you somehow. [[You have to stop him before it's too late.|Don't Freeze Pg.2][$Choice to 1]] [[Part of you hopes he can be brought back.|Don't Freeze Pg.2][$Choice to 2; $LovePoints +=30]]

<nobr> /* Love Meter Placement */ <<if tags().includes('fantasy') or tags().includes ('action') or tags().includes ('sci-fi') or tags().includes ('horror') or tags().includes ('carefree') or tags().includes ('kinky') or tags().includes ('furry')>><div class="loveMeterWrapper"><<percent_stat $LovePoints "Love">></div>\<</if>>\ </nobr>

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> <center> + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . +</center> You stroll down the beach near your vacation home, the late-day sun setting the water ablaze with hues of purple and red. Clashing colors streak the sky. The rhythmic crash of the waves on the shore accompanies the nippy sea breeze that tousles your hair, prompting you to hug yourself for warmth. Eventually, you find yourself at the edge of the pier, your gaze drawn to the horizon beyond the drifting waves. You have a seat and dangle your legs over the water. A sense of calm washes over you. You're grateful for this temporary escape from the chaos of everyday life. This week-long getaway should offer the perfect reprieve, a chance to forget your worries and kick back. After a while, lulled by the soothing sounds of the ocean, you lie on your side and drift off to sleep... [[Continue...|Sand Dollars Pg.3 (Male Siren)]]

<<audio "main_bgm" volume 0.2 loop play>>\ <center>\ <span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Help Page</h1></div></span> </center>\ //This page will help you to understand certain aspects of the game in depth.// <span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Love Meter</h1></div></span> <center><img src="images/other/example_image.png"/></center> //The <span class="red">Love Meter</span> is represented by the graphics as shown above. It will be located at the bottom right corner of the screen during any story game. Throughout each story game, you will have the opportunity to gain ''<span class="red">Love</span>'' points with characters in those respective stories. Maxing out your <span class="red">Love Points</span> will guarantee you a ''Good Ending''. However, failing to attain the max amount of <span class="red">Love Points</span> throughout each individual story will lead you toward a ''Bad Ending''. The <span class="red">Love Meter</span> maxes out at 100 points. At 0 <span class="red">Love Points</span> or less, it will appear empty. <center><img src="images/other/exampleimage_empty.png" /></center> <span class="red">Love Points</span> will be <span class="red">reset</span> every time you start a new game. <span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Progress</h1></div></span> Your progress throughout individual games will <span class="red">not</span> be automatically saved. Exiting a game at any point will reset your progress the next time you start it. It's highly recommended that you finish any game in progress, or save your progress before closing out the web page. <span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Premium Edition</h1></div></span> <center><img src="images/other/premium_example.png" /></center> In the near future, <span class="red">premium stories</span> will be added to this collection. In order to access premium stories, you will need to either pay a minimum price of $10.00, or become a member of the <span class="red">Lovestruck Premium Reader</span> tier on my <span class="red"><a href="https://patreon.com/Cloozy253?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink">Patreon</a></span>. Unlocking premium access will grant you access to all premium stories and premium story genres in the future. <<link "Return" $return>></center><</link>>

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> <center> + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . +</center> You’re roused from your slumber by the sensation of wetness on your skin. Blinking groggily, you find yourself beneath a darkened sky, stardust scattered across an inky canvas. The view is astonishing, but you’ve overslept, and the sea breeze that comes in is chilly and sobering. You touch your damp cheek and roll over, only to come face to face with a creature unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Your blood runs cold. A gnarled maw filled with gleaming sharp teeth looms before you, and two dark, glinting eyes lock on yours with a silent intensity. A shriek escapes your parted lips as you scramble away. Regaining your bearings, you realize that the creature bears a striking resemblance to a man, albeit with some apparent differences. His masculine facial structure is accentuated by large, obsidian eyes, framed by slick black hair, and scaly grey skin. Where a nose and eyebrows should be, there’s only smooth, featureless flesh that glints with the colors of the rainbow in the moonlight. Fins protrude from the sides of his head, where ears would typically be, and his lean arms end in webbed fingers and sharp talons. He's nude from the torso up, revealing a broad chest chiseled with firm muscle that gleams in the moonlight. You find yourself ogling his fine form before tearing your eyes away. With one arm casually propping up his head on the pier, he regards you with a bemused expression, emitting a deep chuckle that sends shivers down your spine. //“Hello,”// he greets you in a warbling, honeyed voice. He waves his hand and flicks droplets of water in your direction. You’re rendered speechless, mouth gaping open and shut in disbelief. Is this real? Could you be dreaming? You pinch yourself and wince. The water droplets on your skin cascade down your arms and leave icy trails. This is real—//very// real. [[Reply|Sand Dollars Pg.4 (Male Siren)][$Choice = 1; $LovePoints +=40]] [[Run away!|Sand Dollars Pg.4 (Male Siren)][$Choice = 2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> <center> + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . +</center> You’re roused from your slumber by the sensation of wetness on your skin. Blinking groggily, you find yourself beneath a darkened sky, stardust scattered across an inky canvas. The view is astonishing, but you’ve overslept, and the sea breeze that comes in is chilly and sobering. You touch your damp cheek and roll over, only to come face to face with a creature unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Your blood runs cold. A gnarled maw filled with gleaming sharp teeth looms before you, and two dark, glinting eyes lock on yours with a silent intensity. A shriek escapes your parted lips as you scramble away. Regaining your bearings, you realize that the creature bears a striking resemblance to a woman, albeit with some apparent differences. Her feminine facial structure is accentuated by large, obsidian eyes, framed by long, flowing black hair and scaly grey skin. Where a nose and eyebrows should be, there’s only smooth, featureless flesh that glints with the colors of the rainbow in the moonlight. Fins protrude from the sides of her head, where ears would typically be, and her thin arms end in webbed fingers and sharp talons. She's nude from the torso up, revealing well-formed, ample breasts that gleam in the moonlight. You find yourself ogling her fine form before tearing your eyes away. With one arm casually propping up her head on the pier, she regards you with a bemused expression, emitting a sweet chuckle that sends shivers down your spine. //“Hello,”// she greets you in a warbling, honeyed voice. She waves her hand and flicks droplets of water in your direction. You’re rendered speechless, mouth gaping open and shut in disbelief. Is this real? Could you be dreaming? You pinch yourself and wince. The water droplets on your skin cascade down your arms and leave icy trails. This is real—//very// real. [[Reply|Sand Dollars Pg.4 (Female Siren)][$Choice = 1; $LovePoints +=40]] [[Run away!|Sand Dollars Pg.4 (Female Siren)][$Choice = 2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>\ You swallow hard, heart pounding in your chest. Despite the circumstances, you try to quell your rising panic. Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling, you gather yourself and speak with hesitation. “H-hello,” you murmur, your voice barely reaching above a whisper. The man-thing blinks innocently at you. Mustering your courage, you extend a trembling hand to graze his scaly cheek, to which he snaps his jaws at your fingers. You recoil in alarm, your heart beating a thousand times a minute, as the odd thing lets out a hearty laugh at your expense. You catch a mischievous gleam in his obsidian eyes while a wry smirk draws his lips back to show rows of razor teeth. //“I apologize,”// he says, chuckling. //“I’m only ''teasing''.”// Your heart calms down. \ <<elseif $Choice eq 2>>\ Fear grips your heart like a vice. Without a moment of thought, you scramble to your feet and pivot on your heels. Your instincts scream at you to run. But you hardly get two feet before a powerful grip seizes your ankle and sends you crashing back to the pier with a startled ‘oof’. Your gaze snapping over your shoulder, you lock eyes with the man-thing looming over you. But what’s surprising is the passiveness in his otherwise strange and predatory features. //“Don’t be afraid,”// he coos, while slowly relinquishing his grip. //“Didn’t mean to scare you, land-dweller… I just wanted to say ''hello''.”// A gentle smile tugs his lips back to show rows of razor teeth. Your heart’s beating a million times a minute, but you will yourself to calm down. Releasing a shaky breath, you sit up and find your voice. \ <</if>>\ “What are you?” you venture to ask. “Where did you //come// from?” //“I’m a fish,”// says your company with a jesting undertone. //“We come from way down ''there''.”// He snaps his chin over his shoulder, broadly gesturing to the ocean. [[Continue...|Sand Dollars Pg.5 (Male Siren)]] <<set $Choice to 0>>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>\ You swallow hard, heart pounding in your chest. Despite the circumstances, you try to quell your rising panic. Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling, you gather yourself and speak with hesitation. “H-hello,” you murmur, your voice barely reaching above a whisper. The woman-thing blinks innocently at you. Mustering your courage, you extend a trembling hand to graze her scaly cheek, to which she snaps her jaws at your fingers. You recoil in alarm, your heart beating a thousand times a minute, as the odd thing lets out a hearty laugh at your expense. You catch a mischievous gleam in her obsidian eyes while a wry smirk draws her lips back to show rows of razor teeth. //“I apologize,”// she says, chuckling. //“I’m only ''teasing''.”// Your heart calms down. \ <<elseif $Choice eq 2>>\ Fear grips your heart like a vice. Without a moment of thought, you scramble to your feet and pivot on your heels. Your instincts scream at you to run. But you hardly get two feet before a powerful grip seizes your ankle and sends you crashing back to the pier with a startled ‘oof’. Your gaze snapping over your shoulder, you lock eyes with the woman-thing looming over you. But what’s surprising is the passiveness in her otherwise strange and predatory features. //“Don’t be afraid,”// she coos, while slowly relinquishing her grip. //“Didn’t mean to scare you, land-dweller… I just wanted to say ''hello''.”// A gentle smile tugs her lips back to show rows of razor teeth. Your heart’s beating a million times a minute, but you will yourself to calm down. Releasing a shaky breath, you sit up and find your voice. \ <</if>>\ “What are you?” you venture to ask. “Where did you //come// from?” //“I’m a fish,”// says your company with a jesting undertone. //“We come from way down ''there''.”// She snaps her chin over her shoulder, broadly gesturing to the ocean. [[Continue...|Sand Dollars Pg.5 (Female Siren)]] <<set $Choice to 0>>\

<span class="burgundy"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Skin Color</h1></div></span> <center>\ [[Dark|Input Name][$SkinColor to "dark"]] [[Brown|Input Name][$SkinColor to "brown"]] [[Tan|Input Name][$SkinColor to "tan"]] [[Fair|Input Name][$SkinColor to "fair"]] [[Pale|Input Name][$SkinColor to "pale"]] [[Olive|Input Name][$SkinColor to "olive"]] </center>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> “Oh,” you reply. “And what brings you up this way?” The man-thing chuckles softly, his gaze fixing on you with such intensity that it sends tremors down your spine. //“I suppose I’m curious,”// he replies, his voice a low rumble. //“But I caught a glimpse of something so radiant I simply couldn’t resist coming in for a closer look.”// Warmth rushes to your cheeks and your skin flushes. Your mind races to comprehend this. What is this thing? Could it be… a merman? You never in a million years would’ve believed these things were real, if not for sitting mere feet from one now. But he’s not as magical as the old children’s tales had you believe… He’s slimy, grey, and monstrous in the face. You find yourself torn between fascination and fear. The man-thing picks up on the uncertainty in your eyes. //“Scared?”// he asks, grinning. “No,” you reply. Then, following a short pause, you ask, “Can I… Can I take a picture of you?” His lips curl into a playful grin. Tapping his chin in consideration, he hums. //“Oh, I don’t know… It’ll cost you.”// Your heart skips a beat. “What do you want in return?” His gaze lingers on you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. //“A kiss,”// he declares. Your skin turns crimson, your mind reeling at the brazen request. “A //kiss?// you echo. //“A kiss,”// he repeats. [[Kiss him|Sand Dollars Pg.6 (Male Siren)][$Choice = 1; $LovePoints +=40]] [[Refuse|Sand Dollars Pg.6 (Male Siren)][$Choice = 2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> “Oh,” you reply. “And what brings you up this way?” The woman-thing chuckles softly, her gaze fixing on you with such intensity that it sends tremors down your spine. //“I suppose I’m curious,”// she replies, her voice a low rumble. //“But I caught a glimpse of something so radiant I simply couldn’t resist coming in for a closer look.”// Warmth rushes to your cheeks and your skin flushes. Your mind races to comprehend this. What is this thing? Could it be… a mermaid? You never in a million years would’ve believed these things were real, if not for sitting mere feet from one now. But she’s not as magical as the old children’s tales had you believe… She’s slimy, grey, and monstrous in the face. You find yourself torn between fascination and fear. The woman-thing picks up on the uncertainty in your eyes. //“Scared?”// she asks, grinning. “No,” you reply. Then, following a short pause, you ask, “Can I… Can I take a picture of you?” Her lips curl into a playful grin. Tapping her chin in consideration, she hums. //“Oh, I don’t know… It’ll cost you.”// Your heart skips a beat. “What do you want in return?” Her gaze lingers on you, her eyes twinkling with mischief. //“A kiss,”// she declares. Your skin turns crimson, your mind reeling at the brazen request. “A //kiss?// you echo. //“A kiss,”// she repeats. [[Kiss her|Sand Dollars Pg.6 (Female Siren)][$Choice = 1; $LovePoints +=40]] [[Refuse|Sand Dollars Pg.6 (Female Siren)][$Choice = 2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>Well… What’s the harm in a little kiss? Besides, you may very well become the only person to smooch a merman. You summon your courage first, taking a deep breath and exhaling, and trying to look past the gnarly maw, and slimy, scaled skin. When you’re finally over it, you close your eyes, pucker up, and slowly lean forward to close the gap between you both. For a moment, you feel nothing. But then you feel cool air on your lips, and then the sensation of moist, velvety skin brushing yours. A jolt races up your spine, and butterflies explode in your belly. There’s no dismissing the overly fishy breath, but it’s overwise pleasant… Surprisingly, so. But it's very brief. When you pull out of the kiss and reopen your eyes, you’re met by a gentle grin and a calming chuckle. //“Take your picture, ''land-dweller''. For whatever that's worth, out there…”// “I won’t show anyone,” you say. “Cross my heart.” After snapping your pic on your phone, you shiver against an icy sea breeze. “I should go,” you say while standing up. “It’s been… interesting.” //“Before you go,”// says the merman. //“Might I have that?”// You quirk a brow. He flicks a talon toward the necklace on your collar. It’s just some cheap thing you nabbed from a souvenir shop on the way down here; a red seashell hanging on a bit of brown twine. You’d have no problem handing it over. //But…// “It’ll cost you,” you say cheekily. The man-thing chuckles. //“How much?”// he plays along. You bite your cheek. “You familiar with sand dollars?” //“Very.”// “Some of those, then,” say you. “Bring me some tomorrow night, and I’ll hand over my necklace.” //“You have a deal.”// His lips turn up into a face-splitting grin. //“Tomorrow,”// he says, pushing away from the pier. //“I’ll be here…”// And then he’s gone, vanished beneath the surface of the void-black water with an eerie gracefulness. Soon, the ripples fade, and the surface is calm again. For ten minutes after his departure, you sit and wonder if your interaction with the merman was real. But, as you pick yourself up and carry yourself back home, a warm, tingly sensation never leaves your lips… [[Continue...|Sand Dollars Pg.7 (Male Siren)][$Choice = 0]]\ <<elseif $Choice eq 2>>You recoil at the outrageous request. Vehemently shaking your head, you say, “No. I wouldn’t kiss a stranger, much less a slimy sea monster.” The man-thing’s broad grin falls into a thin line. //“Monster? Me? I’m offended…”// “I don’t mean any offense,” you reply. “But my answer’s a firm no.” //“Ah… I understand.”// The man-thing suddenly pushes away from the pier with a rattling sigh. //“I won’t keep you any longer then, land-dweller…”// You have more to say to him, but he descends beneath the surface of the void-black water with an eerie gracefulness. Soon, the ripples fade, and the surface is calm again. For ten minutes after his departure, you can’t shake the feeling of regret that settles over you. You can only sit and wonder if your interaction with the merman was real. And, of course, without a picture, you have no solid evidence. Well, in any case, you don’t think you’ll be seeing him again… [[Continue...|Sand Dollars Bad Ending #1]] <</if>>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>Well… What’s the harm in a little kiss? Besides, you may very well become the only person to smooch a mermaid. You summon your courage first, taking a deep breath and exhaling, and trying to look past the gnarly maw, and slimy, scaled skin. When you’re finally over it, you close your eyes, pucker up, and slowly lean forward to close the gap between you both. For a moment, you feel nothing. But then you feel cool air on your lips, and then the sensation of moist, velvety skin brushing yours. A jolt races up your spine, and butterflies explode in your belly. There’s no dismissing the overly fishy breath, but it’s overwise pleasant… Surprisingly, so. But it's very brief. When you pull out of the kiss and reopen your eyes, you’re met by a gentle grin and a calming chuckle. //“Take your picture, ''land-dweller''. For whatever that's worth, out there…”// “I won’t show anyone,” you say. “Cross my heart.” After snapping your pic on your phone, you shiver against an icy sea breeze. “I should go,” you say while standing up. “It’s been… interesting.” //“Before you go,”// says the mermaid. //“Might I have that?”// You quirk a brow. She flicks a talon toward the necklace on your collar. It’s just some cheap thing you nabbed from a souvenir shop on the way down here; a red seashell hanging on a bit of brown twine. You’d have no problem handing it over. //But…// “It’ll cost you,” you say cheekily. The woman-thing chuckles. //“How much?”// she plays along. You bite your cheek. “You familiar with sand dollars?” //“Very.”// “Some of those, then,” say you. “Bring me some tomorrow night, and I’ll hand over my necklace.” //“You have a deal.”// Her lips turn up into a face-splitting grin. //“Tomorrow,”// she says, pushing away from the pier. //“I’ll be here…”// And then she’s gone, vanished beneath the surface of the void-black water with an eerie gracefulness. Soon, the ripples fade, and the surface is calm again. For ten minutes after her departure, you sit and wonder if your interaction with the mermaid was real. But, as you pick yourself up and carry yourself back home, a warm, tingly sensation never leaves your lips… [[Continue...|Sand Dollars Pg.7 (Female Siren)][$Choice = 0]]\ <<elseif $Choice eq 2>>You recoil at the outrageous request. Vehemently shaking your head, you say, “No. I wouldn’t kiss a stranger, much less a slimy //sea monster//.” The woman-thing’s broad grin falls into a thin line. //“Monster? ''Me''? I’m offended…”// “I don’t mean any offense,” you reply. “But my answer’s a firm no.” //“Ah… I understand.”// The woman-thing suddenly pushes away from the pier with a rattling sigh. //“I won’t keep you any longer then, land-dweller…”// You have more to say to her, but she descends beneath the surface of the void-black water with an eerie gracefulness. Soon, the ripples fade, and the surface is calm again. For ten minutes after her departure, you can’t shake the feeling of regret that settles over you. You can only sit and wonder if your interaction with the mermaid was real. And, of course, without a picture, you have no solid evidence. Well, in any case, you don’t think you’ll be seeing her again… [[Continue...|Sand Dollars Bad Ending #1]] <</if>>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> <center> + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . +</center> The following day, late into the evening, you return to the pier, eager to confirm whether or not yesterday’s chance encounter was real, or a delusion. And you don’t have to wait long: a half hour later, as the sun begins its descent and the sky turns a fiery orange, your enigmatic visitor from the depths returns. He wears a broad, gnarly grin on his face when he rises from below the surface and hoists himself over the edge of the boardwalk. To your surprise, he unfolds his palms and scatters a handful of sand dollars across the weathered wood of the pier. They clatter at your feet. Amusement flickers across your expression. “You kept your word,” you say. //“You had doubts?”// “Some.” He kept up his end of the bargain, and now it’s time you do the same. Unclasping the cheap necklace from your collar, you have a seat and hand it over. The man-thing accepts the exchange with a sound akin to a rumbling purr. While counting up the sand dollars, you voice your skepticism. “Since last night, I doubted you were real…” //“I can say the same about you,”// replies the man-thing with a wry chuckle. //“You’re an ''angel'' in the flesh.”// Your cheeks flush; you’re charmed. “How— How do you speak our language? And how can you be so… //human?”// He bends an arm and props his head up. //“I’ve seen many of you land-dwellers come and go throughout the years… I like to watch… And ''imitate''.”// [[“You’re a creep.”|Sand Dollars Pg.8 (Male Siren)][$Choice = 1]] [['"You like humans?"'|Sand Dollars Pg.8 (Male Siren)][$Choice = 2; $LovePoints +=20]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> <center> + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . +</center> The following day, late into the evening, you return to the pier, eager to confirm whether or not yesterday’s chance encounter was real, or a delusion. And you don’t have to wait long: a half hour later, as the sun begins its descent and the sky turns a fiery orange, your enigmatic visitor from the depths returns. She wears a broad, gnarly grin on her face when she rises from below the surface and hoists herself over the edge of the boardwalk. To your surprise, she unfolds her palms and scatters a handful of sand dollars across the weathered wood of the pier. They clatter at your feet. Amusement flickers across your expression. “You kept your word,” you say. //“You had doubts?”// “Some.” She kept up her end of the bargain, and now it’s time you do the same. Unclasping the cheap necklace from your collar, you have a seat and hand it over. The woman-thing accepts the exchange with a sound akin to a purr. While counting up the sand dollars, you voice your skepticism. “Since last night, I doubted you were real…” //“I can say the same about you,”// replies the woman-thing with a wry chuckle. //“You’re an ''angel'' in the flesh.”// Your cheeks flush; you’re charmed. “How— How do you speak our language? And how can you be so… human?” She bends an arm and props her head up. //“I’ve seen many of you land-dwellers come and go throughout the years… I like to watch… And ''imitate''.”// [[“You’re a creep.”|Sand Dollars Pg.8 (Female Siren)][$Choice = 1]] [['"You like humans?"'|Sand Dollars Pg.8 (Female Siren)][$Choice = 2; $LovePoints +=20]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> <center> + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . +</center> //You've received the <span class="caramel">Bad Ending</span>. For another go at a better ending, [[Play Again|Sand Dollars]], or try another [[Story|Stories]].// <<notify 4s>>//Whoops...//<</notify>>\

<span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Change Skin Color</h1></div></span> <center>\ [[Dark|Character][$SkinColor to "dark"]] [[Brown|Character][$SkinColor to "brown"]] [[Tan|Character][$SkinColor to "tan"]] [[Fair|Character][$SkinColor to "fair"]] [[Pale|Character][$SkinColor to "pale"]] [[Olive|Character][$SkinColor to "olive"]] [[Back|Character]]</center>

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>“So, you like to creep?” Your cheeky question makes the man-thing laugh. He clutches his pearls and whiffles his head. //“I suppose you could say that… But I like to think of it more as a ''fascination''.”// //“You’re interesting creatures,”// he muses. “And so are you,” you reply, a playful glint in your eyes. His lips curl up.<<elseif $Choice eq 2>>“You like humans?” //“Very much,”// says the man-thing with a broadening grin. //“Where else could I find someone so ''ravishing''? With your $HairColor hair, and twinkling $EyeColor eyes?”// He speaks of your eyes, and yet, his seem to wander much lower… For a moment, his void-black optics linger below your belt before rising to meet your gaze once more. //“So much variety in you land-dwellers… And it’s always to my ''taste''.”// You don’t know whether to be flattered by his words, or weary of them. Still, the way he admires you makes your skin flush. “Charmed,” you say. //“As am I.”//<</if>> To your surprise, he starts to pull away from the pier. //“I can’t stay too long tonight,”// he says to your utter disappointment. //“But I’d like to see you again… Will you be back?”// “Depends,” you say. “Are you willing to pay?” You keep up the friendly banter with a smile. The man-thing bubbles with laughter. //“Of course,”// says he. //“Whatever it costs.”// Following your nod of agreement, he disappears once more beneath the waves with a graceful flourish. Watching him go, you feel a light emptiness in your heart. But it’s eclipsed by anticipation of your next meeting with the mysterious sea-dweller. So, for now, you make your way back home and retire for the night, with dreams of seashells and sea-men… [[Continue...|Sand Dollars Pg.9 (Male Siren)][$Choice = 0]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>“So, you like to creep?” Your cheeky question makes the woman-thing laugh. She clutches her pearls and whiffles her head. //“I suppose you could say that… But I like to think of it more as a ''fascination''.”// //“You’re interesting creatures,”// she muses. “And so are you,” you reply, a playful glint in your eyes. Her lips curl up.<<elseif $Choice eq 2>>“You like humans?” //“Very much,”// says the woman-thing with a broadening grin. //“Where else could I find someone so ''ravishing''? With your $HairColor hair, and twinkling $EyeColor eyes?”// She speaks of your eyes, and yet, hers seem to wander much lower… For a moment, her void-black optics linger below your belt before rising to meet your gaze once more. //“So much variety in you land-dwellers… And it’s always to my ''taste''.”// You don’t know whether to be flattered by her words, or weary of them. Still, the way she admires you makes your skin flush. “Charmed,” you say. //“As am I.”//<</if>> To your surprise, she starts to pull away from the pier. //“I can’t stay too long tonight,”// she says to your utter disappointment. //“But I’d like to see you again… Will you be back?”// “Depends,” you say. “Are you willing to pay?” You keep up the friendly banter with a smile. The woman-thing bubbles with laughter. //“Of course,”// says she. //“Whatever it costs.”// Following your nod of agreement, she disappears once more beneath the waves with a graceful flourish. Watching her go, you feel a light emptiness in your heart. But it’s eclipsed by anticipation of your next meeting with the mysterious sea-dweller. So, for now, you make your way back home and retire for the night, with dreams of seashells and sea-women… [[Continue...|Sand Dollars Pg.9 (Female Siren)][$Choice = 0]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> <center> + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . +</center> For the next four days, you find yourself drawn to the beach like a magnet, each visit bringing new requests from the enigmatic sea creature, whom you’ve taken to calling “Finn”. His asks are always so simple, yet strangely intimate—//stay an extra five minutes, tell me what you like and dislike, divulge where you came from//… And without hesitation, you fulfill each one. You have a growing bounty of sea dollars in your bungalow. And as the days pass, you find yourself becoming increasingly attached to the familiarity of your new friend’s presence. But your vacation’s nearing its end, and you’ll soon have to return to your mundane life. On the final day, late evening, you return to the pier with a heavy heart… As dusk descends, the sun casts its golden glow upon the water, its surface shimmering like magical threads. Seated on the edge with your legs dangling over the sea, you only have to wait mere minutes before your aquatic companion surfaces. He draws himself near, his head bobbing to the side when he notices the crestfallen look on your face. From his hands, he drops a collection of sand dollars on the boards. From his eyes, he inquires what’s wrong. “I’m leaving soon,” you yield, your voice tinged with disappointment. “My weeklong getaway’s about to become a permanent go-away.” //“Leaving?”// says Finn, sounding equally as disappointed. “Tomorrow, actually,” you say. “I’ve only rented out that bungalow for a week, and I don’t think these sand dollars are enough to extend my stay.” Finn releases a gurgling sigh. His gleaming eyes reflect the fading light of the setting sun. //“I bring you a bounty, and you bring me bad news…”// “Sorry,” you offer feebly. “If I could stay, I would. But I can’t—I’m sorry.” Finn’s ears, or… fins, pull back on his head. He flicks his wrist dismissively. //“Well, I can’t keep you, then… But I would ask one last thing of you.”// “Anything,” you reply. Your curiosity mingles with apprehension as you await his request. //“Swim with me,”// says Finn. His words send a shiver racing down your spine. Alarm bells ring in your mind—swim with him? Like, //get in the water// with him? The idea fills you with a sense of unease as, suddenly, you become much more aware of his rows of razor-sharp teeth, and ungodly talons. And, after all, you hardly know or understand the extent of his character. Perhaps this was his intention all along… to lure you into the water like a siren from tales of old, and drown you and devour you, and— //“I want to feel you against me.”// His words snap you from your delusions and give you pause. “You want to… to what?” //“I want to ''feel'' you,”// echoes Finn. //“We haven’t touched, not once. And if this is to be our last meeting, I want ''that''.”// His teeth flash at you, but you see a genuine longing in his eyes. He perches up on the pier, leaning toward you. //“Just a swim,”// says he. ''//“I don’t bite.”//'' His tone oozes mischief. You’re torn between curiosity and fear. Can you trust him? Can you //really// trust him? Finn gazes at you with desire. You consider your answer. <<if $LovePoints gte 100>>[[Swim with him|Sand Dollars Good Ending (Male Siren)]]<<else>><span class="inactive">[[Swim with him|Sand Dollars Good Ending (Male Siren)]]</span><</if>> [[Refuse|Sand Dollars Neutral Ending (Male Siren)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> <center> + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . +</center> For the next four days, you find yourself drawn to the beach like a magnet, each visit bringing new requests from the enigmatic sea creature, whom you’ve taken to calling “Finn”. Her asks are always so simple, yet strangely intimate—//stay an extra five minutes, tell me what you like and dislike, divulge where you came from//… And without hesitation, you fulfill each one. You have a growing bounty of sea dollars in your bungalow. And as the days pass, you find yourself becoming increasingly attached to the familiarity of your new friend’s presence. But your vacation’s nearing its end, and you’ll soon have to return to your mundane life. On the final day, late evening, you return to the pier with a heavy heart… As dusk descends, the sun casts its golden glow upon the water, its surface shimmering like magical threads. Seated on the edge with your legs dangling over the sea, you only have to wait mere minutes before your aquatic companion surfaces. She draws herself near, her head bobbing to the side when she notices the crestfallen look on your face. From her hands, she drops a collection of sand dollars on the boards. From her eyes, she inquires what’s wrong. “I’m leaving soon,” you yield, your voice tinged with disappointment. “My weeklong getaway’s about to become a permanent go-away.” //“Leaving?”// says Finn, sounding equally as disappointed. “Tomorrow, actually,” you say. “I’ve only rented out that bungalow for a week, and I don’t think these sand dollars are enough to extend my stay.” Finn releases a gurgling sigh. Her gleaming eyes reflect the fading light of the setting sun. //“I bring you a bounty, and you bring me bad news…”// “Sorry,” you offer feebly. “If I could stay, I would. But I can’t—I’m sorry.” Finn’s ears, or… fins, pull back on her head. She flicks her wrist dismissively. //“Well, I can’t keep you, then… But I would ask one last thing of you.”// “Anything,” you reply. Your curiosity mingles with apprehension as you await his request. //“Swim with me,”// says Finn. Her words send a shiver racing down your spine. Alarm bells ring in your mind—swim with her? Like, //get in the water// with her? The idea fills you with a sense of unease as, suddenly, you become much more aware of her rows of razor-sharp teeth, and ungodly talons. And, after all, you hardly know or understand the extent of her character. Perhaps this was her intention all along… to lure you into the water like a siren from tales of old, and drown you and devour you, and— //“I want to feel you against me.”// Her words snap you from your delusions and give you pause. “You want to… to what?” //“I want to ''feel'' you,”// echoes Finn. //“We haven’t touched, not once. And if this is to be our last meeting, I want ''that''.”// Her teeth flash at you, but you see a genuine longing in her eyes. She perches up on the pier, leaning toward you. //“Just a swim,”// says she. ''//“I don’t bite.”//'' Her tone oozes mischief. You’re torn between curiosity and fear. Can you trust her? Can you //really// trust her? Finn gazes at you with desire. You consider your answer. <<if $LovePoints gte 100>>[[Swim with her|Sand Dollars Good Ending (Female Siren)]]<<else>><span class="inactive">[[Swim with her|Sand Dollars Good Ending (Female Siren)]]</span><</if>> [[Refuse|Sand Dollars Neutral Ending (Female Siren)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> It //may// be against your better judgment that you concede to his request. “Okay,” you breathe. “I’m coming in.” Finn lights up, excitement dancing in his gleaming eyes, and his grin widening. With a deep breath and a flutter of nerves, you strip down to your undergarments. The cool breeze brushes past and sends shivers down your spine as you kick your legs over the edge of the pier. Testing the water with your toe, you’re met by an icy chill. “It-it’s //freezing,//” you chatter. //“I’ll warm you up,”// says Finn, his voice gentle and reassuring. He extends his open arms toward you—an invitation that’s too hard to resist. You steel yourself and scoot off the pier, plunging into the frigid waters. The shock sends jolts through your body, stealing your breath away. But Finn catches you in his arms and envelops you in a cacoon of warmth. Greedy for it, you cling to him like a sloth and bury your face against his neck. His gills rub your cheek. His solid form is a stark contrast to the icy embrace of the water. You’re so content to be held in his arms that your eyes flutter close. Relaxing into his embrace, you release a slow breath. You feel the gentle caress of his tail against your legs, and his silky fins brushing your skin. Nervous anticipation courses through you, but he cups your face in his webbed hands and dots kisses across your nose and cheeks. You melt in his arms, succumbing entirely to him. And, for a few minutes, you hold each other and drift with the waves, until you feel a deep rumble in Finn’s chest, and hear his gravelly purr in your ear. His next words surprise you. //“I want you ''entirely'',”// he rumbles. //“Can I?”// You don’t even have to think about your answer. [[Yes|Sand Dollars Good Ending Pg.2 (Male Siren)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> Your resolve wavers and dissipates. You shake your head. “No,” you say, your voice tinged with regret. “I’m sorry, but no. The water must be ice-cold anyway… And it’s getting late.” Finn’s expression falls into utter disappointment. His jaws open and close, but then go slack as his words never come. //“Ah,”// he sighs, and that’s all. A pang of guilt tugs at your heart, but you remain firm in your decision. You watch Finn slowly withdraw from the edge of the pier, his gleaming black eyes never leaving yours as he descends below the surface and vanishes in its midst. It’s so quiet following his departure. A mix of emotions swirls within you: relief, and a lingering sense of curiosity and regret. With a heavy heart, you turn around and make your way back home... [[End Game|Sand Dollars Neutral Ending][$LovePoints = 0]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> It //may// be against your better judgment that you concede to her request. “Okay,” you breathe. “I’m coming in.” Finn lights up, excitement dancing in her gleaming eyes, and her grin widening. With a deep breath and a flutter of nerves, you strip down to your undergarments. The cool breeze brushes past and sends shivers down your spine as you kick your legs over the edge of the pier. Testing the water with your toe, you’re met by an icy chill. “It-it’s //freezing,//” you chatter. //“I’ll warm you up,”// says Finn, her voice gentle and reassuring. She extends her open arms toward you—an invitation that’s too hard to resist. You steel yourself and scoot off the pier, plunging into the frigid waters. The shock sends jolts through your body, stealing your breath away. But Finn catches you in her arms and envelops you in a cacoon of warmth. Greedy for it, you cling to her like a sloth and bury your face against her neck. Her gills rub your cheek. Her solid form is a stark contrast to the icy embrace of the water. You’re so content to be held in her arms that your eyes flutter close. Relaxing into her embrace, you release a slow breath. You feel the gentle caress of her tail against your legs, and her silky fins brushing your skin. Nervous anticipation courses through you, but she cups your face in her webbed hands and dots kisses across your nose and cheeks. You melt in her arms, succumbing entirely to her. And, for a few minutes, you hold each other and drift with the waves, until you feel a deep rumble in Finn’s chest, and hear her sweet purr in your ear. Her next words surprise you. //“I want you ''entirely'',”// she rumbles. //“Can I?”// You don’t even have to think about your answer. [[Yes|Sand Dollars Good Ending Pg.2 (Female Siren)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> Your resolve wavers and dissipates. You shake your head. “No,” you say, your voice tinged with regret. “I’m sorry, but no. The water must be ice-cold anyway… And it’s getting late.” Finn’s expression falls into utter disappointment. Her jaws open and close, but then go slack as her words never come. //“Ah,”// she sighs, and that’s all. A pang of guilt tugs at your heart, but you remain firm in your decision. You watch Finn slowly withdraw from the edge of the pier, her gleaming black eyes never leaving yours as she descends below the surface and vanishes in its midst. It’s so quiet following her departure. A mix of emotions swirls within you: relief, and a lingering sense of curiosity and regret. With a heavy heart, you turn around and make your way back home... [[End Game|Sand Dollars Neutral Ending][$LovePoints = 0]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> Your nod is all the answer he needs. Finn’s hands leave your jaw, and one clasps your waist and glides past your hips to the small of your back. He squeezes you firmly, drawing you flush against him. <<if $Breasts is "flat">><<else>>Your $Breasts breasts smush against his broad chest.<</if>> His other hand collects yours, and he guides you to a divot on the front of his tailfin. At first, you feel nothing out of the ordinary. But then, to your surprise, a slimy length protrudes from two moist flaps and slides against your palm. Your skin burns red. Whatever it is—//and you have a pretty good idea of what it is//—it’s long, thick, and hard as muscle. It spasms when you wrap your hand around its shaft. When you apply pressure, Finn hisses sharply in your ear. He’s getting excited… And so are you. Suddenly, he twirls you around and forces you against the pier. You hug a piling to stay afloat. “Finn,” you breathe. His body’s flush against your back. You can feel his girth sliding between your legs, rubbing your loins. Finn’s hot breath ghosts your nape. //“$Name,”// he husks. //“Are you ready?”// Excitement courses through you, and anticipation makes you anxious. You gyrate your hips against his. “Yes,” you breathe. He echoes the word in your ear, clasping your lower belly with his hand and holding you firm. His other hand snakes across your collar and grips your throat with a tightness. Not too tight, but just enough to make you nervous. Down below, you feel his bulging fullness probing your <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>pussy lips<<else>>asshole<</if>>. Applying pressure, he ushers a gasp from your parted lips. His member’s slick with slime, making his entry smooth like butter. With one powerful thrust, he invades your warmness and fills you to the //brim.// Your lips form an ‘o’ with a silent scream. Your heart thrums and your body tenses. Finn squeezes your throat and forces another small sound past your lips while his talons prick your skin. A deep sigh grazes your scalp. A tingly feeling between your legs makes you jitter. You struggle for words, silenced when Finn pulls out and thrusts again. You wrap yourself around the piling as he sets a fast and brutal pace. He fucks you like an animal, gripping and clawing and tugging your $HairColor hair. His frenzy stirs up choppy waves around you. All you can do is let out choppy gasps and moans and cries that fill the otherwise peaceful night. It’s exhilarating and hot and too much to handle, but he doesn’t grant you any choice but to take it //all.// Pressure builds up in your belly, and pleasure streaks up your spine like lightning with each rapid thrust. You dig your nails into the wood and arch your back into him, wanting everything he can give and more. Everything fast becomes a blur and your senses go awry. The stars are streaks of light in your vision, and sound becomes distant. You feel your head lolling back when Finn wraps an arm tightly around your waist. His other hand braces on the piling overhead, his talons scarring the surface. Pleasure builds up and weakness sets in. Every sound leaving your lips rises to a scream. Finn squeezes your waist, hissing in your ear. He slams his hips against yours, burying his swelling cock deep in your belly as it explodes. Waves of pleasure cascade through you as your body spams. Something hot and sticky fills you up and smothers your inner flame. You grip the piling like a lifeline as Finn’s weight collapses on top of you. Soon, the last hints of pleasure ebb away, and you’re left with satisfaction and exertion. Arms like noodles, you struggle to stay afloat until Finn peels himself off you. When his twitching member withdraws, you feel an unsettling sticky fluid between your thighs, gluing them together. You spin to look at Finn, flushed. His dark-night eyes lock on yours, and you notice that, for the first time, he appears flustered. He avoids your gaze as he takes a moment to collect himself, sweeping back his hair and wiping water from his face. Then, when he’s ready, he meets your gaze again, grinning. //“Stay,”// he invites. //“Until morning—just until morning.”// He extends his open arms to you. Smiling, you enter his embrace and melt against him. He pulls down and floats on his back, holding you atop him. The waves are gentle and the sky is clear. The moon is magnificent. “Just until morning,” you murmur, your eyes fluttering shut. As the lapping waves and sea breeze lulls you to sleep, you feel Finn’s arms around your waist, and his beating heart against your chest. You may never see your aquatic friend again after this, but for now, this is //enough...// [[The End|Sand Dollars Good Ending #1][$LovePoints = 0]]

Your nod is all the answer she needs. Finn’s hands leave your jaw, and one clasps your waist and glides past your hips to the small of your back. She squeezes you firmly, drawing you flush against her. Her perky, plump breasts smush against <<if $Breasts is "flat">>your chest<<else>>yours.<</if>> Her other hand collects yours, and she guides you to a divot on the front of her tailfin. You feel two pulsating, moist lips against your fingers. Your skin burns red. Whatever that is—//and you have a pretty good idea of what it is//—it’s calling you. You hesitate before inserting two fingers and applying light pressure, Finn hisses sharply in your ear. She’s getting excited… And so are you. <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>Suddenly, she twirls around you and positions herself between your legs. You feel her core rubbing your loins. She wraps her arms tightly around your waist and buries her face against your neck. Her hot breath makes you shudder. //“$Name,”// she purrs. //“Are you ready?”// Excitement courses through you, and anticipation makes you anxious. You gyrate your hips against hers. “Yes,” you breathe. She echoes the word in your ear, guiding one hand to the back of your neck, and the other to your thigh. She squeezes you firmly. Down below, you feel her pulsating pussy lips rubbing yours. Applying pressure, she ushers a gasp from your parted lips. She’s slick with slime that makes your connection smooth like butter. Then she gyrates like a calm wave, gliding against you and applying a near-unbearable friction against your sex. Your heart thrums as pleasure jolts through you. Finn squeezes your throat and forces another small sound past your lips while her talons prick your skin. She leans forward and captures your lips against hers, mewling like a kitten. A tingly feeling between your legs makes you jitter. You struggle for words, silenced when Finn probes your mouth with her forked tongue, demanding a slow and powerful kiss. She sets a faster and more brutal pace, rubbing against you like a cat in heat; gripping and clawing and tugging your $HairColor hair. Her frenzy stirs up choppy waves around you. All you can do is let out choppy gasps and moans and cries that fill the otherwise peaceful night. It’s exhilarating and hot and too much to handle, but she doesn’t grant you any choice but to take it //all.// Pressure builds up in your core, and pleasure streaks up your spine like lightning with each passing second. You dig your nails into her back and arch against her, wanting everything she can give and more. Everything fast becomes a blur and your senses go awry. The stars are streaks of light in your vision, and sound becomes distant. You feel your head lolling back when Finn wraps an arm tightly around your waist. Her other hand seeks the warmth between your legs, and she assails your bud with the pad of her thumb. Pleasure builds up and weakness sets in. Every sound leaving your lips rises to a scream. Finn squeezes your waist, hissing in your ear. She strokes her hips against yours, smashing her wet folds between your own. Waves of pleasure cascade through you as your body spams. Something hot and sticky gushes from her pussy and smears across yours. You grip her like a lifeline as her weight collapses on top of you.<<else>>Suddenly, she twirls around you and positions herself between your legs. You feel her core rubbing your aroused loins. She clasps your member in one hand, applying an almost painful pressure to your stalk. Burying her face against your neck, her hot breath makes you shudder. //“$Name,”// she purrs. //“Are you ready?”// Excitement courses through you, and anticipation makes you anxious. You thrust your hips against hers. “Yes,” you breathe. She echoes the word in your ear, guiding your waiting cock to her entrance. She squeezes you firmly. Down below, you feel her pulsating pussy lips rubbing the tip of your piece. You apply a slight pressure, ushering a gasp from her parted lips. She’s slick with slime that makes your entry smooth like butter. You thrust into her, filling her to the brim with a shuddering moan. Her pussy’s wet and tight, squeezing your throbbing cock like a fist. You take a moment to gather yourself, wrapping your arms around her waist and drawing her flush. Your heart thrums as pleasure jolts through you. Finn leans forward and captures your lips against hers, mewling like a kitten. A tingly feeling in your loins makes you jitter. You struggle for words, silenced when Finn probes your mouth with her forked tongue, demanding a slow and powerful kiss. You set a slow pace, but Finn gyrates her hips, setting a faster one and rubbing against you like a cat in heat; gripping and clawing and tugging your $HairColor hair. Her frenzy stirs up choppy waves around you. All you can do is let out choppy gasps and moans that fill the otherwise peaceful night. It’s exhilarating and hot and too much to handle, but she doesn’t grant you any choice but to take it //all.// Pressure builds up in your loins, and pleasure streaks up your spine like lightning with each passing second. You dig your nails into her back and pull her tightly against you, wanting to give her everything you have and more. Everything fast becomes a blur and your senses go awry. The stars are streaks of light in your vision, and sound becomes distant. You feel your head lolling back when Finn squeezes your arm. Her other hand seeks the sex between your legs and she fondles your balls. Pleasure builds up and weakness sets in. Finn squeezes you, hissing in your ear. She strokes her hips against yours, smashing her wet cunt on your throbbing dick. Waves of pleasure cascade through you as your body spams. You come hard, spurts of hot semen smothering her inner flame. She grips you like a lifeline as her weight collapses on top of you.<</if>> Soon, the last hints of pleasure ebb away, and you’re left with satisfaction and exertion. Arms like noodles, you struggle to stay afloat until Finn peels herself off you. When she withdraws, you feel an unsettling sticky fluid between your thighs and on your belly. You rise to look at Finn, flushed. Her dark-night eyes lock on yours, and you notice that, for the first time, she appears flustered. She avoids your gaze as she takes a moment to collect herself, sweeping back her hair and wiping water from her face. Then, when she’s ready, she meets your gaze again, grinning. //“Stay,”// she invites. //“Until morning—just until morning.”// She extends her open arms to you. Smiling, you enter her embrace and melt against her. She pulls down and floats on her back, holding you atop her. The waves are gentle and the sky is clear. The moon is magnificent. “Just until morning,” you murmur, your eyes fluttering shut. As the lapping waves and sea breeze lulls you to sleep, you feel Finn’s arms around your waist, and her beating heart against your chest. You may never see your aquatic friend again after this, but for now, this is //enough…// [[The End|Sand Dollars Good Ending #1][$LovePoints = 0]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> <center> + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . +</center> //You've received the <span class="caramel">Good Ending</span>. For another go at a different ending, [[Play Again|Sand Dollars]], or try another [[Story|Stories]].// <<notify 4s>>//Woo-hoo!//<</notify>>\ <<notify 4s>>//New CG added to Image Gallery.//<</notify>>\ <<if $Siren is "female">><<if $Gallery.includes('$sanddollars_fem_CG')>><<else>><<set $Gallery.push("$sanddollars_fem_CG")>><</if>><<else>><<if $Gallery.includes('$sanddollars_masc_CG')>><<else>><<set $Gallery.push("$sanddollars_masc_CG")>><</if>><</if>>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Sand Dollars</h2><hr></div> <center> + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑・° ⊹ . +</center> //You've received the <span class="caramel">Neutral Ending</span>. For another go at a better ending, [[Play Again|Sand Dollars]], or try another [[Story|Stories]].// <<notify 4s>>//Hmm...//<</notify>>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <center>⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹</center> A raging storm rumbles outside, howling winds jostling the carriage from left to right. You peer out a golden curtain to behold the tempest and the steep, rugged rock walls passing by. Nervousness unsettles your nerves — you clasp your hands in your lap and release a slow, shuddering breath. You wear the finest gowns crafted from materials you could never afford; the kind you’ve only ever dreamt of. Silks adorn your body, and sparkling jewels glitter in your $HairColor hair. You wear ivory and gold, and ribbons that really bring out your $EyeColor eyes. It’s all a stark contrast to your weathered hands, concealed beneath pristine white gloves. You’ve toiled away for years in the fields, and dressing nicely can hardly hide the marred body beneath the surface. Your gaze drifts out the window, your mind becoming lost as you marvel at the storm’s fierce dance. A voice breaks the silence beside you. “You’re doing a good thing for our people.” You turn to meet the steely gaze of an Elven man. He’s your escort; a man, older than yourself, his features gaunt with weariness and framed by a cascade of well-kept ebony hair. He’s pale and tall and wears fine attire that rivals yours. You’ve known him less than a day, so his name’s lost on you. “You’re sparing our people from more years of grueling hardship and war.” [[“I know.”|E'kayru Pg.2 (Male Orc)][$Choice = 1]] [[“I don’t care.”|E'kayru Pg.2 (Male Orc)][$Choice = 2]] [[“Not willingly.|E'kayru Pg.2 (Male Orc)][$Choice = 3]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <center>⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹</center> A raging storm rumbles outside, howling winds jostling the carriage from left to right. You peer out a golden curtain to behold the tempest and the steep, rugged rock walls passing by. Nervousness unsettles your nerves — you clasp your hands in your lap and release a slow, shuddering breath. You wear the finest gowns crafted from materials you could never afford; the kind you’ve only ever dreamt of. Silks adorn your body, and sparkling jewels glitter in your $HairColor hair. You wear ivory and gold, and ribbons that really bring out your $EyeColor eyes. It’s all a stark contrast to your weathered hands, concealed beneath pristine white gloves. You’ve toiled away for years in the fields, and dressing nicely can hardly hide the marred body beneath the surface. Your gaze drifts out the window, your mind becoming lost as you marvel at the storm’s fierce dance. A voice breaks the silence beside you. “You’re doing a good thing for our people.” You turn to meet the steely gaze of an Elven man. He’s your escort; a man, older than yourself, his features gaunt with weariness and framed by a cascade of well-kept ebony hair. He’s pale and tall and wears fine attire that rivals yours. You’ve known him less than a day, so his name’s lost on you. “You’re sparing our people from more years of grueling hardship and war.” [[“I know.”|E'kayru Pg.2 (Female Orc)][$Choice = 1]] [[“I don’t care.”|E'kayru Pg.2 (Female Orc)][$Choice = 2]] [[“Not willingly.|E'kayru Pg.2 (Female Orc)][$Choice = 3]]

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<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> <center>✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦</center> It’s 0300 when the first quake rudely awakens you, jolting you from your slumber. Before you can grasp what’s happening, a second tremor thrashes you off your cot and sends you crashing to the floor with an “oof.” You snap wide awake and jolt to your feet. The eerie silence is slashed by a blaring alarm, mingling with a crimson glow that floods the room. Plasma blasts ring out in the distance. Over the intercoms, you hear a warbled voice saying //something-something// about an “attack.” “Well,” you utter, throwing on your jacket and grabbing your sidearm. “It’s about time this place has seen some action.” Determined and undeterred by the mounting chaos throughout the station, you stride out of your cabin and race down the corridor. [[Continue|Junebug Station Pg.2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> The entire station is engulfed in red and buzzing with activity. You pass three men in uniform barking orders about getting to the armory, and you pass another muttering something about this being his //“day off.”// Pausing by a viewpane in the hall, you steal a glimpse outside. It’s //chaos// — against the backdrop of the crimson Mars sky, shuttles bristle with miniguns, unleashing torrents of fire upon the enemy vessels hovering above. They look like beetles, with metal shells and armored wings. You recognize a red insignia on their hulls: it’s the //Vorathians.// You’re not surprised; they’re a bunch of honorless bastards who’d stoop as low as possible to get a leg up over you. It only figures they’d launch an ambush against this defenseless little station. A voice cuts pierces the clamor, shouting your name with urgency down the hall. “$Name!” You turn to see a fellow soldier racing toward you, breathless, and armed with two plasma rifles. He’s mid-thirties, brunet, green-eyed, and rather stout for his average height. You’ve seen him around, but you’re not friends. The tag on his uniform reads: “Ripley.” “$Name,” he echoes breathlessly. “We need to get the hell outta here—orders are to abandon the station.” “Abandon it? For //what?// A few Vorathian pigs?” “A //few?// You’re crazy!” Ripley counters. “Have a look outside and tell me with a straight face that’s just a ‘few.’” You glance at the viewpane and count the ships in the sky with determination laced in your expression. “I think we can take them.” “And I think you have a death wish. //Here—”// Ripley thrusts a rifle into your arms. “Take that and get ready. I think the bastards are already insi—AGH” He’s cut off when another quake throttles the station. You stumble and catch yourself against the wall. Then, suddenly, a sparkling blue pulse zips swiftly underfoot, and the lights go out. It’s dark. Quiet, too. The alarms fade into silence. If not for the light flooding through the viewpanes, you wouldn’t be able to see your own two feet in front of you. “Ripley,” you say, recollecting yourself. “What the //hell// was that?” “EMP, if I had to guess,” he replies. You barely make out his silhouette in the dimness. He blurs past you, swiftly back the way he came. “I’m getting the hell off this station, and you’re welcome to join me!” [[Continue|Junebug Station Pg.3]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> <center>✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦</center> Five minutes down the corridor, your breaths are shallower than before, and the air grows hot. You stop beside a corner with Ripley, drenched in sweat and panting. “I think— I think that damn EMP took out the life support.” “Me too,” says Ripley. He wipes sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. “We’ll be breathing in poison //real// soon if we don’t get the fuck out of here.” You nod, then pause. “You think the static-nets came offline, too?” A look of horror flashes across Ripley’s face as a sudden realization sets in. “Oh, shit,” he utters. “I hope not. It’s bad enough we’ve gotta deal with these alien assholes. The last thing we need is a //bug infestation//.” Static-nets are a safeguard against the dangers below the surface of Mars. Losing those means more trouble in the //very// near future. But, hopefully all the chaos on the surface is enough to keep your dirt-dwelling neighbors underground… “Let’s not waste any more time, then,” you say, turning the corner beside Ripley. “And let’s hope we don’t run into any Vora-scum on our way to the shuttle por—” A blast rings out and Ripley’s head explodes in a red mist. You stumble backward with a shout, your adrenaline pumping to the max. When you rub the blood out of your eyes, you see Ripley’s body keel over. Down the corridor, you spot three Vorathians. The sight of them makes your blood run cold. They’re an imposing sight, each standing well over seven feet tall, lean and broad-shouldered, and armed to the teeth. Their pitch-black armor shines in the shafts of light piercing the viewpanes, and intricate lines carved in the metal pulsate with red energy. They hide their alien appearances behind a frightening helmet, which bears a glinting red visor and razor-sharp spikes along the top. Two sets of strong arms enable them to wield two rifles. The alien fiends bark something unintelligible, and they open fire once more. [[Continue|Junebug Station Pg.4]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> You dive behind the corner, gripping your rifle at the ready. “Vora ''pigs''!” you shout. Red plasma pulses streak by, so closely you can feel the heat on your cheek. When the fire stops, only briefly, you lean out of cover and light them up. You take one down, blasting a searing hot hole through his visor. Your second burst riddles the chest plate of a second, and he drops dead. The third one’s smart to duck behind the corner at the end of the hall. You howl at him, enraged. “Yeah! How the hell do you like that, huh?! Murderous bastards!” You snag Ripley’s arm and drag his body behind cover. Then you tear the badge off his breast pocket and pivot to run back the way you came. If you can just loop around the station, then maybe— The earth rumbles again, throwing you off balance and slamming you into the wall. You try to collect yourself when you hear an awful sound rip through the air. //“CRRRRAAACK!!”// Looking up, you see a deep line scarring the cieling. Your heart leaps to your throat. In a desperate bid to escape, you lunge forward, but it’s too late. A monstrous slab of concrete crashes on your back, pinning you beneath its crushing weight. Agony rips through your body as sharp edges and rubble dig into your flesh, the air forced from your lunges in a single gasp of pain. For a moment, time stands still. The deafening blasts in the distance become faint thuds. The gunfire and screams turn into silence. Colors become hazy. [[Then reality sets in.|Junebug Station Pg.5]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> Panic claws at the edges of your consciousness as darkness encroaches. Your heart raps against your bruised ribs, and every labored breath is a struggle. Gathering your waning strength, you brace your hands out in front of you and push up with all your might. But the rubble crushing you doesn’t budge an inch. Exerted, you groan in pain and swing out your elbows, desperate to claw your way out. Then you hear footsteps coming your way, and soon, a tall shadow falls over you. Looking up, you see that Vorathian bastard looming, the muzzle of his rifle pointed right at your head. Your brow wrinkles as a sneer overtakes your features. You won’t let fear win—not in what you suppose are your final moments. “Do it,” you spit. He pressures the trigger. But death doesn’t come. The floor behind him explodes, making your heart stop. The Vorathian whips around, startled, as rubble and dirt shower the corridor. When the dust clears, a hulking alien beetle clambers forth from the new crater. A //Junebug//; you marvel at it. Its midnight carapace glimmers with an iridescent sheen, its pincers long, barbed, and sharp like swords. And its eyes, twin orbs that are black and beady and intense, hone in on its target — which isn’t you, by the way. It’s the //Vorathian.// The Vorathian doesn’t have time to react. The junebug charges him and clamps a hold of one of his four arms in its vice-like mandibles. It thrashes the bastard left and right, up and down, just painting the damn walls with him! The Vorathian loses his guns in the scuffle. One hits the floor and slides right in front of you. For a moment, you don’t consider it at all. But instinct takes hold, and you snag the gun and take aim. [[Bam!|Junebug Station Pg.6]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> You squeeze the trigger and empty the damn mag into that gnarly bug’s head! Red plasma pierce its skull plate, splattering blue alien blood all over the place. The hulking bug releases its prey and makes a sound like a dying engine as it teeters from side to side. Weak, it crashes to the floor and rolls over, its many legs scrambling in the air as it fights for life. The Vorathian’s lucky he didn’t lose an arm — or not. He has three more, after all. He picks himself up and dusts off. Taking hold of his other rifle, he aims at the bug’s head and finishes him off with a few more plasma blasts. The chaos subsides, and it falls silent once more. You drop the useless rifle as your gaze meets the Vorathian’s visor. You don’t know what’s behind the helmet, and you can’t even begin to guess what he’s thinking. To be honest, you don’t care. “It— It was either dying to you or to that damn //bug//,” you spit breathlessly. “And I’d rather bite a bullet than die to that fucking thing.” The Vorathian doesn’t utter a peep. The station rumbles again, and the rubble pinning you shifts, forcing more pressure on your chest and squeezing the breath from your lungs. You wheeze. “G-Go on—shoot me,” you manage. “Make it— //agh//—quick.” The Vorathian doesn’t move. His head tilts slowly to the side as if he considers something. Then, after a tense, grueling minute, he //speaks.// //“What does honor mean to your people, ''human''?”// His voice is baritone, smooth, and he says //human// like a slur. But that’s not even the craziest part. Your eyes widen. “You four-arm bastards speak English?” //“Answer my question,”// he demands, sounding impatient. //“We don’t have time to ''waste''.”// You sneer at him. [[“A lot.”|Junebug Station Pg.7][$LovePoints +=20; $Choice = 1]] [[“Fuck you.”|Junebug Station Pg.7][$Choice = 2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>“More than you might think,” you say. //“Then we have ''one'' thing in common,”// says the Vorathian.<<else>>“Fuck you.” The Vorathian scoffs. Shaking his head, he says, //“If you know nothing of it, then I will ''demonstrate.''”//<</if>> To your surprise, he shoulders his rifle and bends down, grabbing a firm hold of the largest piece of rubble. Then, effortlessly, he lifts it and throws it aside like it’s nothing. As air rushes to your lungs, you greedily suck in a breath. Before you can collect yourself, the Vorathian snags your collar and hoists you to your feet like a mewling kitten. He pushes your rifle into your arms, surprising you. //“Try to kill me if you like,”// he dares, //“but we might escape this station ''together'' if you choose to cooperate.”// He turns his back to you and collects his own guns. You have half a mind to riddle him with holes like he and his friends did to Ripley. But you know that if you want to make it off this station alive, you’ll need the help. So, bitterly, you resign yourself and do nothing as the Vorathian gathers himself. He tinkers with a buzzing bracer on his lower left arm, then he whips his head down the hall and starts moving. You fall in step beside him, shouldering the pain and hiding your limp. “So,” you say. “You got a name?” [[He does.|Junebug Station Pg.8]] <<set $Choice to 0>>

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> <center>✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦</center> You follow your new alien companion, //Draven//, down three corridors, both of you on high alert. The pain grows worse with each passing second, and it becomes harder and harder to breathe. The air is hot and stale. But you keep your complaints to yourself and stay ready for anything. “Are your other ''friends'' going to be a problem?” you ask. //“No,”// he answers. //“My people have pulled out. Our mission was a success.”// “And what mission might that be? Huh?” //“This attack on your pitiful station was only a diversion. We have greater plans ''elsewhere''.”// That doesn’t sound good. But you have no doubt the boys back home will be able to handle anything these bastards throw at you. For now, you have bigger problems. “That //thing// that burst out of the ground and tenderized you is unofficially called a //Junebug//. We call ‘em that because they bear some resemblance to the ones back on Earth. Anyway, we discovered them not long after establishing this station. And, at the time, we thought they were pretty neat. Cute, in a way. And there were tons of them in the area, so we thought we’d name the station after them. But that was way before we knew just how horrible our little //mascot// actually was…” Draven seems interested. He slows his roll and motions you to continue. “A patrol went out one day,” you say. “Just to walk the perimeter, check the fences—routine shit. But they never reported in. We sent a squad to find them, which they eventually did. But, //get this//—our guys were a quarter-mile underground. We pinged their nav-bracelets to get the location.” “It took a day to drill down to the right depth, but we soon found a cavern that led into even //deeper// caverns. And down there, we found a nightmare.” You pause for dramatic effect. Draven grows impatient. //“Go on,”// he urges. You smirk. “We’d found the patrol, all mostly dead, save for ''one''. And, holy hell, what we found… Those damn bugs took them, and they were using them to incubate their __eggs__.” “You haven’t seen the worst of those things yet. But beneath the shiny surface, they have some //nasty// shit. Slimy tendrils come out of their backs, which they use to crawl up any fleshy orifice they can. Then they squirm deep—//real deep//. And then they lay their eggs inside ya.” You shudder. “Now, most of our guys were dead before that nasty vasectomy. But there was //one// survivor, as I might’ve mentioned: Harper. We got her back to base and got the damn eggs outta her guts before they burst. Might’ve killed her if we hadn’t gotten to her in time…” You chuckle suddenly, surprising Draven. //“It sounds vile,”// he comments. //“Why do you laugh?”// “Because,” you say, “before Harper transferred off base, she used to go around saying, //‘it was better than my husband.’//” You laugh, then wipe a tear from your eye. “Ah… But I know I shouldn’t laugh… It’s horrible. After that incident, we rigged some static nets underground to keep the beetles off our grid; shocks ‘em if they get too close… But what with the power out, there’s nothing to keep the bugs below the surface… __Your__ people saw to that.” You come to the end of the corridor and turn to Draven. Losing the jesting tone, you become serious. “If one of those damn things gets its pincers on me, ''shoot me''.” Draven says nothing. [[Continue|Junebug Station Pg.9]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> “There’s a shuttle bay at the other side of this sector,” you tell Draven. “If we can get there, we can catch a ride up to orbital comm station.” //“I do not think your people will take too ''kindly'' to me.”// “Me neither—but I don’t see your guys coming back for you. It’s gotten //awfully// quiet out there…” You look at the passing viewpanes and see nothing; not a ''single'' Vorathian ship in the sky. Side-eyeing Draven, you murmur, “Looks like they left you for dead.” //“I accepted this mission knowing I was expendable,”// says Draven proudly. //“If I am to die down here, then so ''be'' it.”// “We’re cooperating to //avoid// that, pal. Help me get to the shuttle bay, and we can __both__ make it out of here.” Panting, you wipe the sweat off your brow and keep moving. “And I can’t wait to get the hell out of here…” Draven matches your pace, but he stops abruptly, startling you. //“Your skin,”// he begins. //“It is—”// “It's //$SkinColor,//” you say, stopping. “So what?” //“No — it is wet?”// says Draven, with a tinge of confusion. //“Why are you so ''wet?''”// “It’s called //sweat//, four-arms. And it’s ‘cause it’s hot as hell in here. You assholes took out the AC.” Draven squares his shoulders. For a minute, you think he wants to fight, although you can’t fathom //why//. Still, you tense up. “What’s up?” you question. //“Undress,”// he commands. Bold. Too bold. “Hold your //horses//, cowboy,” you reply with a small laugh. “What the hell did you just say to me?” //“Undress,//” Draven echoes. //“You hinder yourself, and for what? We need to be at our best.//” That’s some sound logic. [[But no.|Junebug Station Pg.10][$Choice = 1; $Nude = false]] [[Fine.|Junebug Station Pg.10][$Choice = 2; $LovePoints +=40; $Nude = true]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 2>>Your clothes are glued to your skin with perspiration. You peel them off one by one, starting with your shirt, and then shimmying out of your pants. You drop everything in a pile at your feet, remaining only in your scanty undergarments. The difference doesn’t offer much relief, but it’s //something.// Cuts and bruises mar your battered body. That rubble did a number on you. You’re black and blue all over, looking like someone told a monkey to paint //Starry Night// on your skin. Sweat sheens your form and drips down your collar across your <<if $Breasts is "flat">>chest<<else>>breasts<</if>> and belly and legs. Rolling your shoulders, you pivot to find Draven staring intently. Or, at least, you think he is; hard to tell, what with his helmet and all. “Like what you see?” you say. “The //USSM// only chooses the best of the best.” Draven says nothing. He just stares. Fast becoming nervous under his steely gaze, you retake your rifle and change the subject. “You know, Draven, my people have always wondered two things about yours…” //“And what might those be?”// “What’s under the helmet,” you say, “and what’s in your //pants//.” //“What’s in ''yours''?”// “My <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>pussy<<else>>cock<</if>>,” you say bluntly. “Are you familiar?” Your brazen response gives Draven pause. You think you finally got a leg up on him, but he shuts you down with his next choice of words. //“No. So, perhaps you might ''show me'' when we escape.”// “Sure,” you snort. “Why not?” You get a move on and beckon Draven to follow. “The bay’s this way.”<<else>>“You’ll have to buy me a drink first,” you mutter. Pivoting, you say, “I’m in tip-top shape. I’m keeping my clothes ''on''; you can keep your peepers to //yourself//. Let’s go — the bay’s this way.”<</if>> [[Continue...|Junebug Station Pg.11]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> <center>✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦</center> The devastation is //extraordinary//. Everywhere you go, you find rubble and ruins, stained with blood and the bodies of those buried beneath. Junebug may ''never'' recover from this attack, and the thought of it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Yet, here you are, strolling arm-in-arm with one of the bastards responsible. Not to mention they killed a good man, and who //knows// how many others. Casting a wary glance at Draven, you sneer. Oblivious to your scorn, he continues his stride. But a part of you wants to empty this mag into his skull. You’re so close to the bay, there’d be no better time to do it. You could kill him now and get out of here, pretending this momentary alliance never even happened… It’s more than he—or ANY of his people—deserve. It’s— //“Are you in pain?”// Draven’s words silence your screaming thoughts. “Am I… Am I what?” //“Are you in pain?”// Draven repeats. //“I see your limp; you are not hiding it well.”// Shame washes over you and puts a knot in your stomach. “I’m fine,” you insist. “And I’ll be a whole lot better when I get off this damn station.” //“I have four arms,”// says Draven. //“I can carry you—”// “I know how many arms you have, asshole,” you spit. “But if we run into trouble, I want to face it on my own two feet. ''Not'' in the arms of my damn //enemy//.” Draven says nothing more in response to your outburst. You shake your head, grunting. Just up ahead, you see a set of malfunctioning doors. The bay’s just beyond them. “I can’t believe this shit,” you murmur, stopping in front of the door. The panel’s fried, buzzing and flickering with electricity. You won’t be getting this open on your own. Thankfully, Draven steps forward. He grabs each door with two firm grips on each one, then begins prying them apart. You wait. “We aren’t friends,” you say. “//Can’t// be.” //“I do not even know the meaning of that word,”// says Draven, grunting with exertion. //“Explain it to me.”// You scoff. “Forget it. The bay’s in there. We’re splitting as soon as we… get…out of—” [[Shit.|Junebug Station Pg.12]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> Draven parts the doors with one final heave. When he steps back, he reveals the full extent of the carnage inside. Strewn about the broad bay, you see bodies riddling the ground, soldiers and scientists, their blood and viscera everywhere. Burn marks mar the walls, and wires hang from the ceiling. There aren’t many shuttles left, just a few. And the ones you see appear badly damaged, their metal shells smashed by rubble shaken loose from the ceiling. “Shit,” you breathe. “We— We might find a good shuttle around the back, but—” The earth rumbles again, shutting you up. When you lose your footing, Draven places a firm hand on your shoulder to steady you. Then you feel the ground shift. Before either of you can react, dirt and debris explode into the air between you and Draven. You stumble away from him and hit the floor, grunting in pain. Two hulking dark shapes clamber into view, and two beetles loom ominously. Your heart riots at the sight of them. “Shit, shit, shit!” You reach for your gun, but you’re not quick enough. The beetle closest to you spreads its wings, opening up its back and unleashing a torrent of slimy blue tendrils. They whip forward and snag your limbs, snaking tightly around your legs and wrapping your wrists. You’re helplessly pulled forth, screaming in frustration. “Draven!” you shout, to see him no better off. He’s ensnared by the other bug, fighting furiously to free himself from its grasp. <<if $Nude is true>>The beetle’s slimy appendages explore your nude body, each wandering tendril leaving a cold and wet trail across your bare skin. You cringe in disgust, your struggle intensifying, although to no avail. One slimy member draws across your <<if $Breasts is "flat">>bare chest.<<else>>breasts, flicking your nipples through your bra.<</if>> Another finds its way to your face. It pokes and prods your ears before locating your mouth. You clamp your jaws shut, but with enough forceful prodding, it squeezes past your lips and engorges your throat. You gag on it and your eyes water. The clear slime coating its throbbing stalk tastes bitter and vile. Bile rises in your throat. Then, to your absolute horror, you feel another invader snaking between your legs, wrapping your thigh and squeezing almost painfully tight. You choke past the tendril in your mouth, voicing your muffled protests, but it makes hardly a difference. Try as you might to close your legs, you ''can’t''. The fleshy head, nearly as big as your closed fist, <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>slips beneath the hem of your panties and prods the divot between your pussy lips.<<else>>slips between the hem of your pants and prods your asshole.<</if>> You tense up, unwilling to give it even an //inch//, but the damn thing’s persistent, and winning. Sweat drips from your brow. Just as you think you’re about to become a glorified incubator, you hear a blast ring out.<<else>>The beetle’s slimy appendages try with no avail to find their mark. They rip and pull on your clothes, desperately seeking someplace warm to bury themselves in. You cringe in disgust. And it’s to your horror one finds its way to your face. It pokes and prods your ears before locating your mouth. You clamp your jaws shut, but with enough forceful prodding, it squeezes past your lips and engorges your throat. You gag on it and your eyes water. The clear slime coating its throbbing stalk tastes bitter and vile. Bile rises in your throat. The beetle takes liberties with your esophagus, forcing its way deeper down until you struggle even to breathe. The world dims and your consciousness ebbs away as you struggle to stay awake. Just as you think you’re about to become a glorified incubator, you hear a blast ring out.<</if>> The beetle startles and drops you entirely from its grasp. Its tendrils slip away, and land on your side gasping for breath. When you barely recover, you see Draven locked and loaded, spraying holes in the beetle that restrains him. When it’s down for the count, he wrestles from its waning grasp and <<if $LovePoints lte 10>>aims down the sight. At first, you think he's going to save you. But then, you realize, as he readjusts his aim, he's got his sights on __you__. He squeezes his trigger, and the last thing you see is a blinding flash of red light... [[You died|Junebug Station Bad Ending]]<<else>>shoots down your assailant. It lands heavily on its back, screeching. A shimmering blue pool collects beneath it. Draven reloads and marches over. He looks no worse for wear, but you’re sure you look like shit. Saliva dribbles down your chin, which you wipe away. “Thought I… I told you to //shoot me// if one of those things got hold of me…” //“I ''considered'' it,”// says Draven with a tinge of humor. You struggle to pick up on it. [[“Thank you.”|Junebug Station Pg.13][$Choice = 1; $LovePoints +=40]] [[Time to go.|Junebug Station Pg.13][$Choice = 2]]<</if>>

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>“I take it all back,” you say, smearing slime across your cheek. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind having a four-armed freak as a friend…” //“I still do not know what that means.”// “Don’t worry about it.”<<else>>“I've had enough of this shit. Let's get the hell out of here.” Draven nods in agreement.<</if>> A shrill cry at the other end of the bay makes you jump. Your gaze snapping over your shoulder, you glimpse another beetle crawling into view, then a second, and a third, and— “Maybe we should go!” you loudly suggest. Draven’s way ahead of you. Before you can get back on your feet, he scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack before hauling ass across the bay with those beetles in tow. You point out a proper shuttle and dart inside. When the doors slide shut, you swiftly take the pilot’s seat behind a row of pulsing buttons and power the engine. Outside, those things drone like bees. “I’m a foot soldier, but I’ve dabbled behind the wheel of one of these things before.” //“That is not ''promising'',”// says Draven, seating himself in the co-pilot’s seat. “Relax,” you say. “With me at the wheel, at least it won’t be the //bugs// that end up killing us.” //“Your words are alarming.”// “Strap in!” You slam the throttle lever and take off, shearing through a swarm of beetles and blasting through the shimmering mesh shield that separates the bay from arid Mars. Lifting off, you glance at the viewpanes skirting each wall of the shuttle, glimpsing the true devastation wrought upon Junebug Station. The entire station looks like it was hit by an earthquake. And you know, with a heavy heart, that you’re not getting your holiday leave any time soon… Setting coordinates for the comm station, you put the shuttle on autopilot and kick back in your seat with a sigh. Though wearing a helmet, you can tell Draven’s eyeing you. “Need something?” //“We made it out,//” he says. //“And I believe you wanted to ''show'' me something.”// You ponder what he could mean before your poorly chosen words from before come back to you. Snickering, you sit forward in your seat, your forearm draped on your knee. “You wanna see what’s in my pants? Are you //serious?//” Draven’s intense silence answers your question. Huh. This is either pure curiosity or your new alien enemy-slash-//friend// wants to get even //friendlier…// <<if $LovePoints gte 100>>[[Okay.|Junebug Station Good Ending]]<<else>><span class="inactive">[[Okay|Junebug Station Good Ending]]</span><</if>> [[Nope.|Junebug Station Neutral Ending]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> <center>✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦</center> //You've received the <span class="blue">Bad Ending</span>. For another go at a better ending, [[Play Again|Junebug Station]], or try another [[Story|Stories]].// <<notify 4s>>//Whoops...//<</notify>>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> To your own surprise, you’re not immediately opposed to the idea. After all, he saved your ass—//and perhaps what was left of your innocence—//from those damn bugs. Besides, he’s got a nice enough body, if you can look past the extra pair of arms… With a shit-eating grin, you command, “Undress, Draven. I want to see what I’m working with…” He complies, surprisingly. You watch him stand and unstrap the belts taut against his chest before splitting the mesh armor, revealing toned gray muscle underneath. He sheds his black uniform from the top down before faltering at the skin-tight garments underneath. And, funnily, he keeps his helmet on. Good. You’re sure that whatever lies beneath might definitely ruin the mood… You eye Draven up and down, marveling at the chiseled muscle. He has a body like a Greek god and green veins like an aurora Borealis. His abs are a washboard, each ridge begging for your tongue to trace its path. But what really catches your eye is the undeniable bulge tenting his pants, straining against the fabric like it’s about to burst free and slap you across the face. Wasting not a second more, you strip down your remaining garments and give him a little show<<if $Breasts is "flat">>.<<else>>, cupping your $Breasts breasts and squeezing them.<</if>> Draven’s reaction leaves a lot to be desired — you can’t tell if he’s impressed, or bored under that visor. Cutting to the chase, you flatten your hands on his broad chest and force him into his seat. Then you climb on his lap and straddle his hips, wiggling yours on top of the tent in his pants. “C’mon, //Dravy,//” you breathe. “You’ve gotta give me something.” //“I am ''restraining'' myself,”// he says. Growing impatient with him, you huff and pluck at the mesh fabrics containing his arousal, prompting him to steal your wrist in a vice grip. You snap at him. “''Fuck'' me, or let me go, four-arms.” Draven’s silent intensity makes your hair stand on end. Following a short pause, he relinquishes your wrist in favor of stealing your waist in two hands and grasping your thigh with another. With the fourth, he clutches a handful of his garment and tears it open, unleashing his hard and throbbing girth. It’s an eyeful — long, green, and wildly alien in appearance, with deep grooves from tip to bottom, and pulsing green veins along the stalk. It’s dotted with rubbery-like barbs, which are soft and pliable to the touch. It’s bizarre, but your mouth waters. Draven takes initiative, skipping foreplay altogether and gripping his shaft in a fist. You don’t mind — you’re ready for him, and eager for a taste. He lines the slick, swollen head of his cock against your <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>dripping cunt<<else>>asshole<</if>>, probing you gently at first before swiftly yanking you down and impaling you on his length in one brutal stroke. You scream. Or you //almost// do, because the sound gets caught in your throat as his cock stretches you open in ways you didn’t think were possible. Your body convulses, every nerve on fire as his alien girth fills you to the brim, the barbs dragging against your walls in a way thats equal parts pain and ecstasy. You feel it—every inch of him, every ridge, every vein—and it’s almost too much, but you don’t want it to stop. Draven exhales sharply, his chest heaving as he adjusts to the tight heat of your <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>pussy<<else>>ass<</if>> wrapped around his cock. His hands squeeze your hips, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises. You cling to his broad shoulders, your nails scraping against his chiseled muscles as you try to steady yourself. “Fuck,” you gasp, your voice shaky as your body adjusts. When you’re ready, you give a small nod. [[Continue|Junebug Station Good Ending Pg.2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> You think //real// hard about it for a minute, but at the end of the day, you have standards, and fucking an alien doesn’t meet them. “Nope,” you say, sitting back in your seat. “I think I’ve had enough excitement for one day… I won’t be throwing my ass in a circle for you, but I can promise I’ll do my best to keep high command from putting a rope around your neck…” Draven grunts, seemingly disappointed. But, still, he falls back in his seat and releases a gravelly sigh. //“It’s been ''fun'', human,”// he says, again, saying the word like it's a dirty slur. //“This experience has opened my eyes to some things…”// “Take it up with your boys back home,” you reply. “And I’ll take it up with mine.” [[End|Junebug Station Neutral Ending Pg.2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> <center>✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦</center> //You've received the <span class="blue">Neutral Ending</span>. For another go at a better ending, [[Play Again|Junebug Station]], or try another [[Story|Stories]].// <<notify 4s>>//Whoops...//<</notify>>\

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<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> The cockpit reeks of sweat, sex, and the acrid tang of metal—a filthy miasma that clings to every surface. Draven’s arms are locked around your waist in a vice, and his hips piston into you with a relentless rhythm, each thrust brutal, hard, and fast. His cock slams into your <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>soaking cunt<<else>>throbbing asshole<</if>>, stretching you wide, pounding deeper than you thought possible. The sound of skin-on-skin contact mingles with the mechanical whirrs and beeps of the ship’s systems. His helmet muffled every guttural sound, every ragged breath. Your own breathing is small and broken. He squeezes and claws your sides, leaving stinging abrasions on your skin. You claw at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, your teeth sinking into his neck. The metallic tang of his blood floods your mouth as you bite down hard, a feral growl escaping your throat. Everything’s a blurry haze, pleasure making you numb below the belly. //“Faster,”// you urge, to which he complies. “H-Harder!” you scream. Every nerve is on fire, every inch of you consumed by the searing heat of his cock buried deep inside you. Your <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>cunt<<else>>ass<</if>> clenches around him, pulsing with the need for release, your thighs quivering as the tension coils tighter and tighter. Then it hits you—a wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that tears through your body like a bolt of lightning. Your orgasm rips through you, stealing your breath, your vision blurring as you scream his name. You feel his cock twitch inside you, throbbing as he comes, his thick, hot semen flooding your depths. He fucks you through it, his hips slamming into yours with a ferocity that leaves you trembling, his seed spilling out and dripping down your thighs. The pleasure fades and you grow numb. Draven heaves you off and into your seat like a ragdoll. And when your senses return, the reality of the situation hits like a sledgehammer. You just fucked an alien—a fucking //alien—and now his cum’s dripping down your legs. But you won’t worry yourself about that, now. After all, you have bigger problems ahead, as soon as you stroll into the comm station arm-in-arm with your enemy… But, again, you won’t worry about it. You kick back and stare out the viewpanes as you emerge from Mars’ atmosphere. The orbital station comes within view, a gleaming dot on the horizon. Draven leaves his seat to suit up behind you. //“It’s been… ''fun'', human,”// he says, again, saying the word like it’s a dirty slur. //“This experience has opened my eyes to some things…”// You feel his hand on your shoulder. Looking up at him with a playful glint in your eyes, you reply, “Only good things, I hope… Take it up with your boys back home, and I’ll take it up with mine.” [[End Game|Junebug Station Good Ending Pg.3]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Junebug Station</h2><hr></div> <center>✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦</center> //You've received the <span class="blue">Good Ending</span>. For another go at a different ending, [[Play Again|Junebug Station]], or try another [[Story|Stories]].// <<notify 4s>>//You fucked an alien.//<</notify>>\

<span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>The Cost of Life</h1></div></span> <span class="white">''SUMMARY:''</span> It's been six years since a zombie virus ravaged the world. Now, you do everything you can to scrape by. But when you're captured by an //unsavory// type, what will you be willing to do to stay alive? <span class="white">''PAIRINGS:''</span> Reader/Male, Reader/Female <span class="white">''ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:''</span> Three possible endings. <span class="red">''WARNING(S):''</span> Graphic descriptions of violence, murder, blood and gore, threats of violence, zombies, coercion, non-con elements. <span class="inactive">[[Play this short story.|The Cost Pg.1]]</span> <span class="red">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[Back to Story List|Horror Stories]]\ <<set $Choice = 0>>\ <<set $LovePoints = 0>>\

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<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 3>>“Not by //choice//,” you reply, your voice tinged with bitterness. “Do you think I want this? That I’d throw myself willingly to the wolves for a people who wouldn’t do the same for me?” “This is a //sacrifice//,” replies the Elven man with conviction. “This hurts us as much as it does ''you''. But for the sake of our people, it ''must'' be done. For what it’s worth, $Name… I’m sorry.” His words aren't worth a damn to you.<<elseif $Choice eq 2>>“I don’t ''care'',” you reply, your voice oozing venom. “I’ve toiled in the fields under your eyes for years, breaking my back to please you and the other well-off elves. What have my people ever done for me, besides throwing me scraps when I begged like a dog?” Your tone puts a sneer on the Elven man’s face. He whips his gaze away from yours as if you’re something unsightly. “This is a sacrifice that //must// be made,” he asserts. “Without this treaty, we would ''all'' be damned against those //savages//.” He says nothing more. Neither do you.<<elseif $Choice eq 1>>“I know,” you whisper, resigned to your coming fate. “I’m doing this for my people… And I can think of no better alternative.” “I’m glad you recognize that,” replies the Elven man. Sighing, he sweeps back his hair and murmurs, “Without this great sacrifice, our people would surely suffer defeat at the hands of those //savages.// But for what it’s worth, $Name… I’m sorry.” His words are worth very little. But you’ll take them regardless.<</if>> Resting your head against the window pane, you nod off, allowing the savage storm to lull you to sleep... [[Continue...|E'kayru Pg.3 (Male Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <center>⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹</center> You’re jolted awake sometime later when the carriage grinds to a stop. The storm has quieted, and its fury replaced by an eerie calm. A chill settles in your bones as the weight of your circumstances settles on your shoulders. Drawing back the curtain, you see a sky heavy with dark clouds. When you’re ushered out of the carriage by your Elven escort, you startle to find yourself face-to-face with a pair of orcs. They’re imposing to behold; towering and muscular, with fierce expressions, and their faces tattered with scars and tusks. They have green skin and tangled dark hair packed into dreadlocks. Clad in scant furs and pelts, they brandish weapons—a battle axe and a club. Your handler nudges you forward. Stumbling, you catch yourself and compose yourself with a neutral expression on your face to mask the dread. The orcs study you with steely dark eyes. You swallow thickly. What could be going through their minds? You can’t even begin to guess… And as the silence stretches onward, you find yourself growing more and more nervous under their scrutiny. For a few mind-numbing minutes, no one says a word. Tension grips your throat, stifling your breath. “<<Sheis>> yours,” says your escort, shattering the silence. “Royal blood in exchange for a truce… as per our //agreement//.” You hold back tears. “Royal blood… for a truce,” you echo, your voice heavy with resignation. It falls quiet again. One orc, a burly male with a top bun and a broken tusk, makes a dismissive gesture to the Elven man. “Leave,” he commands. And so, the Elf does. He retreats into the carriage with a parting glance and murmurs something to the man at the reins. Then they’re off, the carriage jostling back the way you came, soon disappearing behind a bend of steep rocks. You face your new captors, your blood cold. “Come,” demands the female orc. She pivots and marches onward. The male nudges you roughly, causing you to stagger. When you catch yourself, you draw a shaky breath. [[Continue…|E'kayru Pg.4 (Male Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> Silence hangs heavy in the air as you’re ushered through the rocky crags, flanked by your new captors, whose towering forms dwarf your own. Your body’s tense all the while, the hairs on your neck bristled. You have nothing to say to the orcs, but you occasionally catch the odd glance and furtive look. The male finally locks eyes with you, where they linger uncomfortably long. [[“Where are we going?”|E'kayru Pg.5 (Male Orc)][$Choice = 1]] [[“Why are you looking at me like that?”|E'kayru Pg.5 (Male Orc)][$Choice = 2]] [[Say nothing.|E'kayru Pg.5 (Male Orc)][$Choice = 3]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> Silence hangs heavy in the air as you’re ushered through the rocky crags, flanked by your new captors, whose towering forms dwarf your own. Your body’s tense all the while, the hairs on your neck bristled. You have nothing to say to the orcs, but you occasionally catch the odd glance and furtive look. The male finally locks eyes with you, where they linger uncomfortably long. [[“Where are we going?”|E'kayru Pg.5 (Female Orc)][$Choice = 1]] [[“Why are you looking at me like that?”|E'kayru Pg.5 (Female Orc)][$Choice = 2]] [[Say nothing.|E'kayru Pg.5 (Female Orc)][$Choice = 3]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>You muster the courage to speak. “Where are we going?” you inquire. “Where do you //think?//” replies the orc, grunting. “The ''stronghold'',” he says. “Why couldn’t the carriage bring me?” The woman-orc speaks up, her voice thunderous. “We don’t allow the enemy to freely roam our territory. You are only an //exception//.”<<elseif $Choice eq 2>>“Why are you looking at me like that?” The orc grunts. “I’ve never been around an elf for so long without bashing its head in.” You swallow. The woman orc utters, “And one of //royalty//, no less…”<<else>>You say nothing to your captors, and the silence stretches on.<</if>> “I don’t think this is worth the trouble,” the female orc asserts. “We can ''take'' anything we want from the Elves, yet Urzoth insists on entertaining their //pathetic// treaty. And for what? A scrawny little //elf?”// You recognize a hostile undertone in her voice and choose to hold your tongue. The male orc sighs heavily. “What the Elves lack in strength, they make up for in cunning. And it’s not our place to question Urzoth.” “But this is ''worth'' questioning,” counters the female. “The Elves have rich lands. Land that should be __ours__.” She scoffs, bitterness coloring her next words. “If ''I'' were tribe queen—” “You are NOT tribe queen,” interrupts the male, his tone edged with irritation. “Urzoth wanted <<if $Gender is "male">>an //Elven prince//<<elseif $Gender is "female">>an //Elven princess//<<else>>//Elven royalty//<</if>>, and it’s what he __got__.” He fixes his attention on you briefly before letting out a derisive snort. “We must follow Urzoth’s command, even if it is not what ''we'' would settle for.” [[Continue...|E'kayru Pg.6 (Male Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>You muster the courage to speak. “Where are we going?” you inquire. “Where do you //think?//” replies the orc, grunting. “The ''stronghold'',” he says. “Why couldn’t the carriage bring me?” The woman-orc speaks up, her voice thunderous. “We don’t allow the enemy to freely roam our territory. You are only an //exception//.”<<elseif $Choice eq 2>>“Why are you looking at me like that?” The orc grunts. “I’ve never been around an elf for so long without bashing its head in.” You swallow. The woman orc utters, “And one of //royalty//, no less…”<<else>>You say nothing to your captors, and the silence stretches on.<</if>> “I don’t think this is worth the trouble,” the female orc asserts. “We can ''take'' anything we want from the Elves, yet Urzoth insists on entertaining their //pathetic// treaty. And for what? A scrawny little //elf?”// You recognize a hostile undertone in her voice and choose to hold your tongue. The male orc sighs heavily. “What the Elves lack in strength, they make up for in cunning. And it’s not our place to question Urzoth.” “But this is ''worth'' questioning,” counters the female. “The Elves have rich lands. Land that should be __ours__.” She scoffs, bitterness coloring her next words. “If ''I'' were tribe queen—” “You are NOT tribe queen,” interrupts the male, his tone edged with irritation. “Urzoth wanted <<if $Gender is "male">>an //Elven prince//<<elseif $Gender is "female">>an //Elven princess//<<else>>//Elven royalty//<</if>>, and it’s what she __got__.” He fixes his attention on you briefly before letting out a derisive snort. “We must follow Urzoth’s command, even if it is not what ''we'' would settle for.” [[Continue...|E'kayru Pg.6 (Female Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <center>⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹</center> You soon arrive at your destination. In the heart of the crags, nestled among gnarled trees and rugged rocks, lies the orcish stronghold — a place unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. Tattered banners flutter in the wind, bearing crude symbols of beasts and claws. Rough-hewn structures, fashioned from timber and stone, stand tall against the backdrop of towering peaks. Drums pound rhythmically in the distance, their thunderous beat echoing throughout the encampment. Fires burn brightly all around, casting flickering shadows across the weathered faces of the orcish people. And there’s far more than you can count; young and old, big and small. They move among clusters of towering tents and raging bonfires. Animal carcasses are strung across the flames, cooking. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and sizzling fat. Nearby, a grizzled orc works tirelessly at a blazing forge, pounding a bit of red steel with a hammer. Across the yard, you see women in scant hides molding clay pots with practiced hands. Seeing all this, you can’t help but think they’re all so… primitive. If not for their sheer size and abominable strength, //surely// your people could’ve beaten them. But alas, they couldn’t… It’s what brought you here, making you the only thing capable of ending this bloody war. Trudging behind your escorts at an increasingly slow pace, your flowing silks are no longer pristine, but soiled by rain and mud. You feel small in the presence of these people, shrinking more under their wandering eyes. Most gaze upon you with curiosity. Others, anger. And some, disgust. You keep your head down and carry on. Finally, you’re ushered up steep stone steps carved in the face of a crag, and you’re brought before an orcish longhouse. It’s unlike Elven architecture; flat, round, and strewn with pelts and furs and red paint that’s harsh on the eyes. You can’t discern the odd symbols etched across the broad oak doors. [[Continue…|E'kayru Pg.7 (Male Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> You’re led into the grand hall, where the warm glow of torchlight flickers against the towering wooden beams that support the ceiling. At first, the sight leaves you in awe, but your attention is quickly drawn to the figure at the far end of the room, and your breath catches in your throat. You see a magnificent orcish figure resting upon a throne of bones and pelts. That’s him — Urzoth, the Orc King of Keyrock. As he rises from his throne, you behold him with wide eyes. His men bend a knee. Urzoth strides forward with purpose. He’s imposing and tall, standing at nearly twice your size, with bronzed shoulders and a toned chest. His skin, tinged by a forest green hue, is marred by a myriad of scars — some mild, some extreme. He has a mane of long, dark dreads that splay over his shoulders and cascade down his back. Two sharp tusks protrude from his lower jaw, and he has deep-set emerald eyes and bushy, angry brows. Despite his rugged appearance, you might find him handsome if you weren’t to be handed off to him like some glorified //pet//. The thought sends a flush to your cheeks; elves don’t look at orcs that way. They //shouldn’t.// But as the orc king draws nearer, your eyes involuntarily roam lower, and you wonder what might be concealed beneath those furs belted around his sturdy hips… When you tear your eyes away and finally fix your gaze on Urzoth’s, you discover him looking at you as lecherously as you did him. A knot swells in your throat. Flicking his chin, Urzoth dismisses his warriors. They rise without a word and leave your side, marching through the doors back the way you came, their departure marked by the resounding echo of the slamming doors. It’s just you two now. A heavy silence descends upon the hall. Under Urzoth’s unwavering scrutiny, you feel a growing sense of unease crawling up your spine. He moves with intent, circling you like a predator assessing its prey. You resist the urge to follow him with your eyes. When he’s behind you, his voice cuts through the silence like gravel on stone—deep, penetrating, and commanding. “You are royalty no //longer//, elf,” he asserts. “You are ''mine''.” Circling back around, he fixes a steely gaze on you. “Your name?” [[Tell him.|E'kayru Pg.8 (Male Orc)][$Choice =1; $LovePoints += 20]] [[Refuse to say.|E'kayru Pg.8 (Male Orc)][$Choice = 2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> You’re led into the grand hall, where the warm glow of torchlight flickers against the towering wooden beams that support the ceiling. At first, the sight leaves you in awe, but your attention is quickly drawn to the figure at the far end of the room, and your breath catches in your throat. You see a magnificent orcish figure resting upon a throne of bones and pelts. That’s her — Urzoth, the Orc Queen of Keyrock. As she rises from her throne, you behold her with wide eyes. Her men bend a knee. Urzoth strides forward with purpose. She’s imposing and tall, standing at nearly twice your size, with bronzed shoulders and a toned chest. Her skin, tinged by a forest green hue, is marred by a myriad of scars — some mild, some extreme. She has a mane of long, dark dreads that splay over her shoulders and cascade down her back. Two sharp tusks protrude from her lower jaw, and she has deep-set emerald eyes and bushy, angry brows. Despite her rugged appearance, you might find her beautiful if you weren’t to be handed off to her like some glorified //pet//. The thought sends a flush to your cheeks; elves don’t look at orcs that way. They //shouldn’t.// But as the orc queen draws nearer, your eyes involuntarily roam lower, and you wonder what might be concealed beneath those furs belted around her chest… When you tear your eyes away and finally fix your gaze on Urzoth’s, you discover her looking at you as lecherously as you did her. A knot swells in your throat. Flicking her chin, Urzoth dismisses her warriors. They rise without a word and leave your side, marching through the doors back the way you came, their departure marked by the resounding echo of the slamming doors. It’s just you two now. A heavy silence descends upon the hall. Under Urzoth’s unwavering scrutiny, you feel a growing sense of unease crawling up your spine. She moves with intent, circling you like a predator assessing its prey. You resist the urge to follow her with your eyes. When she’s behind you, her voice cuts through the silence like gravel on stone—deep, penetrating, and commanding. “You are royalty no //longer//, elf,” she asserts. “You are ''mine''.” Circling back around, she fixes a steely gaze on you. “Your name?” [[Tell her.|E'kayru Pg.8 (Female Orc)][$Choice =1; $LovePoints += 20]] [[Refuse to say.|E'kayru Pg.8 (Female Orc)][$Choice = 2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>“I am $Name,” you yield, summoning the courage to stifle the fear in your trembling voice. “Elven //<<if $Gender is "female">>princess<<elseif $Gender is "male">>prince<<else>>royalty<</if>>// of the esteemed Low Marshes.” Urzoth doesn’t seem impressed, giving a mere grunt in response. As the fear settles deep in your bones, you cautiously press on. “And what’s your name?” His brow furrows in a mix of confusion and mild irritation. “You journey all this way to offer yourself to me, yet you don’t know my ''name''?” “I-I am familiar with you, of course,” you hastily respond, your words stumbling over one another. “But if we’re doing //formal introductions…//” Urzoth eyes you with such intensity it makes your heart skip a beat. For a few silent moments, he does nothing. Then, with his voice booming and powerful, he announces, “I am Urzoth — Orc King of the //Ro’thbrok tribes//.”<<else>>Although resigned to your fate, you feel an unyielding resistance deep in your heart. Refusing to offer the orc //savage// your name, you remain silent. And you can tell your new captor isn’t pleased, in the way his brow furrows and he grinds his jaw. He eyes you with such intensity it makes your heart skip a beat. For a few silent moments, he does nothing. Then, with his voice booming and powerful, he announces, “I am Urzoth — Orc King of the //Ro’thbrok tribes//. I am your new //master//, elf. And you will learn to heel when I demand it, or I will be rid of you ''quickly''.” The venom in his voice sends a shiver streaking down your spine.<</if>> Suddenly, Urzoth whips around and strides down the hall toward a massive set of doors to the left of the throne. He beckons for you to follow. “Come, elf.” You falter after him, a lump formed in your throat. “Wh-where are we going?” “To the place where you will be ''held'',” Urzoth responds. [[Continue...|E'kayru Pg.9 (Male Orc]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>“I am $Name,” you yield, summoning the courage to stifle the fear in your trembling voice. “Elven //<<if $Gender is "female">>princess<<elseif $Gender is "male">>prince<<else>>royalty<</if>>// of the esteemed Low Marshes.” Urzoth doesn’t seem impressed, giving a mere grunt in response. As the fear settles deep in your bones, you cautiously press on. “And what’s your name?” Her brow furrows in a mix of confusion and mild irritation. “You journey all this way to offer yourself to me, yet you don’t know my ''name''?” “I-I am familiar with you, of course,” you hastily respond, your words stumbling over one another. “But if we’re doing //formal introductions…//” Urzoth eyes you with such intensity it makes your heart skip a beat. For a few silent moments, she does nothing. Then, with her voice booming and powerful, she announces, “I am Urzoth — Orc Queen of the //Ro’thbrok tribes//.”<<else>>Although resigned to your fate, you feel an unyielding resistance deep in your heart. Refusing to offer the orc //savage// your name, you remain silent. And you can tell your new captor isn’t pleased, in the way her brow furrows and she grinds her jaw. She eyes you with such intensity it makes your heart skip a beat. For a few silent moments, she does nothing. Then, with her voice booming and powerful, she announces, “I am Urzoth — Orc Queen of the //Ro’thbrok tribes//. I am your new //master//, elf. And you will learn to heel when I demand it, or I will be rid of you ''quickly''.” The venom in her voice sends a shiver streaking down your spine.<</if>> Suddenly, Urzoth whips around and strides down the hall toward a massive set of doors to the left of the throne. She beckons for you to follow. “Come, elf.” You falter after her, a lump formed in your throat. “Wh-where are we going?” “To the place where you will be ''held'',” Urzoth responds. [[Continue...|E'kayru Pg.9 (Female Orc]]

<span class="caramel"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>The Selfie</h1></div></span> <span class="caramel">''SUMMARY:''</span> When your friend's nude selfie gets leaked, she's distraught. You pay her a visit to comfort her, but might end up leaving with a little more than expected... <span class="caramel">''PAIRINGS:''</span> Reader/Female <span class="caramel">''ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:''</span> Three possible endings: Good, Bad, and Neutral. <span class="red">''WARNING(S):''</span> None. <span class="inactive">[[Play this short story.|The Selfie Pg.1]]</span> <span class="caramel">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[Back to Story List|Carefree Stories]]\ <<set $Choice = 0>>\ <<set $LovePoints = 0>>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> You pass through the doors, following Urzoth down a corridor that veers behind the throne room. Halting at another set of doors, Urzoth swings them open with force, revealing what appears to be private quarters. You’re taken aback by what you see — the room is dominated by a massive bed framed in oak, and layered with thick pelts. Skulls and other grisly trophies adorn the walls, casting eerie shadows in the dim light. A brown bear’s pelt lies on the floor, its polished ribcage suspended above the bed. But what truly unnerves you is the humanoid skull proudly displayed on a stone podium in the far corner. Approaching it with timid steps, you realize it’s an orc’s skull, its massive tusks protruding from the lower jaw. “That belongs to the last tribe King,” Urzoth’s voice startles you. Facing her, you find her headed back toward the doors. “Stay,” she commands firmly. “Can I—” “No,” Urzoth interrupts. You bite your tongue. She leaves the room and disappears behind the doors as they fall shut. Once her heavy footfalls fade away and you’re certain she’s gone, you try the door. But, to your surprise, it’s locked tight. Falling back with a sigh, you realize you’re truly trapped. Now, faced with limited options, you need to carefully decide on your next course of action. [[Find another way out|E'kayru Pg.10 (Female Orc)][$Choice = 1; $CutSelfWithKnife to true]] [[Stay put.|E'kayru Pg.10 (Female Orc)][$Choice = 2; $LovePoints += 20]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> You pass through the doors, following Urzoth down a corridor that veers behind the throne room. Halting at another set of doors, Urzoth swings them open with force, revealing what appears to be private quarters. You’re taken aback by what you see — the room is dominated by a massive bed framed in oak, and layered with thick pelts. Skulls and other grisly trophies adorn the walls, casting eerie shadows in the dim light. A brown bear’s pelt lies on the floor, its polished ribcage suspended above the bed. But what truly unnerves you is the humanoid skull proudly displayed on a stone podium in the far corner. Approaching it with timid steps, you realize it’s an orc’s skull, its massive tusks protruding from the lower jaw. “That belongs to the last tribe King,” Urzoth’s voice startles you. Facing him, you find him headed back toward the doors. “Stay,” he commands firmly. “Can I—” “No,” Urzoth interrupts. You bite your tongue. He leaves the room and disappears behind the doors as they fall shut. Once his heavy footfalls fade away and you’re certain he’s gone, you try the door. But, to your surprise, it’s locked tight. Falling back with a sigh, you realize you’re truly trapped. Now, faced with limited options, you need to carefully decide on your next course of action. [[Find another way out|E'kayru Pg.10 (Male Orc)][$Choice = 1; $CutSelfWithKnife to true]] [[Stay put.|E'kayru Pg.10 (Male Orc)][$Choice = 2; $LovePoints += 20]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>You need to find another way out. If you can just find something to jam between the doors… You urgently scour the room, rifling through pelts, trophies, bones and furs. Sweat beads on your skin. While Urzoth hasn’t hurt you yet, it’s only a matter of time. Orcs aren’t exactly known for their //kindness//. Beneath a pillow on the bed, you find a dagger. It has a bone handle and gleaming steel blade. With a surge of determination, you rush to the doors, you wedge the blade between them, pushing with all your might. When it doesn’t budge, you apply more pressure. Then you feel something giving — but it’s not the doors. With a snap, the blade pops from its handle and slices your palm. Pain shoots up your arm, and you hiss through clenched teeth, dropping the weapon in favor of cradling your bleeding hand. “Damn it all,” you curse, tearing a strip from your garment to wrap the wound. You slump against the door and slide into a sitting position with a sigh of defeat. You give up. There’s no use, is there? Even //if// you got out, you can’t sneak through the camp, not without someone seeing you. It seems you’re stuck here… At least until a //better// opportunity presents itself.<<else>>After weighing your few options, you decide to stay put. Because there’s no use in trying to break out, is there? Even //if// you got out, you can’t sneak through the camp, not without someone seeing you. And besides, Urzoth hasn’t hurt you… yet. But maybe he doesn’t intend to. In any case, you won’t test his patience. You’ll remain put, as ordered to, as it seems your wisest course of action for now. And then, perhaps, your circumstances might start looking up…<</if>> [[Continue...|E'kayru Pg.11 (Male Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>You need to find another way out. If you can just find something to jam between the doors… You urgently scour the room, rifling through pelts, trophies, bones and furs. Sweat beads on your skin. While Urzoth hasn’t hurt you yet, it’s only a matter of time. Orcs aren’t exactly known for their //kindness//. Beneath a pillow on the bed, you find a dagger. It has a bone handle and gleaming steel blade. With a surge of determination, you rush to the doors, you wedge the blade between them, pushing with all your might. When it doesn’t budge, you apply more pressure. Then you feel something giving — but it’s not the doors. With a snap, the blade pops from its handle and slices your palm. Pain shoots up your arm, and you hiss through clenched teeth, dropping the weapon in favor of cradling your bleeding hand. “Damn it all,” you curse, tearing a strip from your garment to wrap the wound. You slump against the door and slide into a sitting position with a sigh of defeat. You give up. There’s no use, is there? Even //if// you got out, you can’t sneak through the camp, not without someone seeing you. It seems you’re stuck here… At least until a //better// opportunity presents itself.<<else>>After weighing your few options, you decide to stay put. Because there’s no use in trying to break out, is there? Even //if// you got out, you can’t sneak through the camp, not without someone seeing you. And besides, Urzoth hasn’t hurt you… yet. But maybe she doesn’t intend to. In any case, you won’t test her patience. You’ll remain put, as ordered to, as it seems your wisest course of action for now. And then, perhaps, your circumstances might start looking up…<</if>> [[Continue...|E'kayru Pg.11 (Female Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> As you lie in wait, your mind wanders back to the circumstances that brought you to this moment. Growing up, you were never considered the //<<if $Gender is "female">>prettiest<<elseif $Gender is "male">>most handsome<<else>>most attractive<</if>>// elf. You blended into the crowds and never garnered much attention for your looks. Not to mention you spent your days toiling in the fields and serving those more fortunate than yourself. Every day was a grueling effort just to put food on your table. But then, one day, someone came knocking… A royal guard sent by the Elven council, claiming you had been selected to ‘save your people’. [Scoff] It’s true that you bear //some// resemblance to the <<if $Gender is "female">>princess<<elseif $Gender is "male">>prince<<else>>monarch<</if>> — just some. You share the same $EyeColor eyes, $SkinColor skin, and $HairColor locks. If one squinted at you both from a distance, they’d hardly tell you apart. And although your skin is sullied by blemishes and scars, it’s hidden beneath your fine clothes. In fact, the biggest disparity lies in your mannerisms. You underwent rigorous training for your new role — you were taught to curtsy and enunciate your words, to dance and smile, and to look pretty and polite and //correct//. But now, you realize it was all in vain. No matter how //incorrect// you were before, it was leagues better than these savage brutes. You doubt the orcs would’ve known the difference between an ordinary fieldhand and a <<if $Gender is "female">>princess<<elseif $Gender is "male">>prince<<else>>royal<</if>>. Ah… But there’s no use in dwelling on the past. Those lessons may very well be the last fond memories you have of home… [[Continue...|E'kayru Pg.12 (Male Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <center>⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹</center> Hours pass before you hear heavy footfalls thundering outside the door. You awaken, shaking off the vestiges of sleep before rising to your feet and backing away as the doors swing open. Urzoth strides inside, carrying a pile of pelts in his arms. Puzzled, you tip your head to the side. Urzoth satisfies your curiosity when he speaks. “Dress,” he commands, throwing them on the bed. You inspect the assortment of tanned hides and furs. They’re not appealing. Before you can voice your thoughts, Urzoth cuts you off. “You won’t walk among us wearing your gold and silks. Remove it ''all''. They’ll be burned tonight.” Having no personal attachment to these fine clothes, you’re not opposed to burning them. After all, it was just a part of the role you were forced to play. Complying with Urzoth’s command, you begin to undress. But as you’re tugging your top over your shoulders, a sense of unease settles over you. Urzoth will see everything, you realize; your skin, etched with old scars and blemishes garnered from years of arduous labor. And if he sees it, then— “Do as I ''say'',” Urzoth interrupts your frantic thoughts. You swallow nervously. “O-of course.” You proceed to remove your gowns, silks, and jewelry. But when you move to re-dress in the clothes brought for you, Urzoth startles you when he lays a firm hand on your shoulder. You freeze solidly in place, your blood running cold under his vice grip. His fingers tread a scar. “Where did you earn this?” [[“Working the fields.”|E’kayru Pg.13 (Male Orc)][$Choice = 1; $LovePoints +=20]] [[Lie.|E’kayru Pg.13 (Male Orc)][$Choice = 2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <center>⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹</center> Hours pass before you hear heavy footfalls thundering outside the door. You awaken, shaking off the vestiges of sleep before rising to your feet and backing away as the doors swing open. Urzoth strides inside, carrying a pile of pelts in her arms. Puzzled, you tip your head to the side. Urzoth satisfies your curiosity when she speaks. “Dress,” she commands, throwing them on the bed. You inspect the assortment of tanned hides and furs. They’re not appealing. Before you can voice your thoughts, Urzoth cuts you off. “You won’t walk among us wearing your gold and silks. Remove it ''all''. They’ll be burned tonight.” Having no personal attachment to these fine clothes, you’re not opposed to burning them. After all, it was just a part of the role you were forced to play. Complying with Urzoth’s command, you begin to undress. But as you’re tugging your top over your shoulders, a sense of unease settles over you. Urzoth will see everything, you realize; your skin, etched with old scars and blemishes garnered from years of arduous labor. And if she sees it, then— “Do as I ''say'',” Urzoth interrupts your frantic thoughts. You swallow nervously. “O-of course.” You proceed to remove your gowns, silks, and jewelry. But when you move to re-dress in the clothes brought for you, Urzoth startles you when she lays a firm hand on your shoulder. You freeze solidly in place, your blood running cold under her vice grip. Her fingers tread a scar. “Where did you earn this?” [[“Working the fields.”|E’kayru Pg.13 (Female Orc)][$Choice = 1; $LovePoints +=20]] [[Lie.|E’kayru Pg.13 (Female Orc)][$Choice = 2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>“From working the fields,” you answer honestly. “I was clearing weeds with a scythe,” you explain, recalling the sweltering heat of that particular day. “I swung out too far and lost my grip on the handle; the blade nicked my shoulder.” Urzoth’s brow wrinkles. “Royalty, tending their own fields? Then what are your servants for?” Her tone is heavy with suspicion. You hastily respond, “During the drought, our lands require as much attention as possible. I offered a hand.” Puzzled by your words, Urzoth tips her head to the side, a hint of curiosity in her expression. “Your lands suffer drought?” “Of course,” you affirm. “No people are without hardship, not even us elves.”<<else>>You quickly hash a lie. “It was an accident in the castle,” you say. “I… stumbled down a flight of stairs.” Urzoth snorts. “I thought the elves gave me their <<if $Gender is "female">>princess<<elseif $Gender is "male">>prince<<else>>monarch<</if>>; not their //fool//.”<</if>> Losing interest in the previous mark, Urzoth’s gaze drifts to another on your jaw. She captures your chin in her palm, tracing the faint scar with a rumbling hum. Your head is angled toward her, and for what feels like an eternity, nothing is said. You try to avoid her studying eyes, looking everywhere but at her, while shifting from one foot to the other and drenched in layers of icy sweat. When she finally releases her grasp and lets you go, you release a shaky breath, relieved. As Urzoth withdraws, allowing you to dress, you murmur, “E’kayru.” Glancing over your shoulder, you meet Urzoth’s gaze. “It’s an old Elven word,” you explain. “It means ‘to give’… It’s what I was supposed to say when I was brought before you. And I should have bowed, too—” “Then why ''didn’t'' you? Were you //afraid?//” [[“Terrified.”|E’kayru Pg.14 (Female Orc)][$Choice =1]] [[“Awestruck.”|E’kayru Pg.14 (Female Orc)][$Choice = 2; $LovePoints += 20]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>“From working the fields,” you answer honestly. “I was clearing weeds with a scythe,” you explain, recalling the sweltering heat of that particular day. “I swung out too far and lost my grip on the handle; the blade nicked my shoulder.” Urzoth’s brow wrinkles. “Royalty, tending their own fields? Then what are your servants for?” His tone is heavy with suspicion. You hastily respond, “During the drought, our lands require as much attention as possible. I offered a hand.” Puzzled by your words, Urzoth tips his head to the side, a hint of curiosity in his expression. “Your lands suffer drought?” “Of course,” you affirm. “No people are without hardship, not even us elves.”<<else>>You quickly hash a lie. “It was an accident in the castle,” you say. “I… stumbled down a flight of stairs.” Urzoth snorts. “I thought the elves gave me their <<if $Gender is "female">>princess<<elseif $Gender is "male">>prince<<else>>monarch<</if>>; not their //fool//.”<</if>> Losing interest in the previous mark, Urzoth’s gaze drifts to another on your jaw. He captures your chin in his palm, tracing the faint scar with a rumbling hum. Your head is angled toward him, and for what feels like an eternity, nothing is said. You try to avoid his studying eyes, looking everywhere but at him, while shifting from one foot to the other and drenched in layers of icy sweat. When he finally releases his grasp and lets you go, you release a shaky breath, relieved. As Urzoth withdraws, allowing you to dress, you murmur, “E’kayru.” Glancing over your shoulder, you meet Urzoth’s gaze. “It’s an old Elven word,” you explain. “It means ‘to give’… It’s what I was supposed to say when I was brought before you. And I should have bowed, too—” “Then why ''didn’t'' you? Were you //afraid?//” [[“Terrified.”|E’kayru Pg.14 (Male Orc)][$Choice =1]] [[“Awestruck.”|E’kayru Pg.14 (Male Orc)][$Choice = 2; $LovePoints += 20]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>“Terrified,” you admit, struggling to clasp your furs in place. “You’re just so… so //imposing//. I felt small and-and helpless in your shadow.” “Do you believe I intend to ''hurt you''?” Urzoth questions. “I don’t know what to believe,” you reply, sighing. “I’ve never known an orc before, and all I’ve heard are old children’s tales labeling you //cruel savages//. And throughout this war, our warriors returned with gruesome stories of your people…” Your words bring a fleeting frown to Urzoth’s face, swiftly replaced with indifference. “Then believe what you ''want'', elf. But it makes no difference. Follow my command, and you will be unharmed. ''Oppose me'', and discover the true nature of us //cruel savages.//” With that, she turns to leave. <<if $CutSelfWithKnife is true>>“I would tell you not to try escaping, but I see you have already made an //attempt//.” You bristle in alarm as Urzoth’s eyes snap over her shoulder toward your wrapped hand. She faces back around, grunting. “You will never see your people again, elf. But //why// you would return to a people who abandoned you like a ''mutt'' eludes me.” She stops at the door, casting a final glance back. “You will sleep here.” And then she’s gone without another word.<<else>>But she stops at the door, looking back. “Don’t try to escape. You will never see your people again, elf. But //why// you would return to a people who traded you like a ''dog'' eludes me.” Following a brief pause, she adds, “You will sleep here.” And then she’s gone without another word.<</if>><<else>>“Awestruck,” you admit, struggling to clasp your furs in place. “You are… //magnificent.// I have never met an Orc before, never seen one in person, but… you appear so //strong//. And—” You startle like a cat when Urzoth suddenly appears behind you, her hand brushing yours. She assists you in fastening your new clothes around your body, with belts and leather straps. When it’s all in place, her commanding hands hover over yours before rising and ghosting your waist. Your breath catches as, for a moment, they linger there. Urzoth’s form shadows you. Beneath her steely gaze, you remain, uncertain of what comes next, before she steps away. “Most who do not know us are //afraid// of us… But you would have me believe you ''aren’t''?” “If I’m being honest,” you slowly reply, “I //am// afraid. But you haven’t harmed me yet, and… and I don’t believe you will.” An odd expression crosses Urzoth’s face. “And why is that?” You take a moment to consider your answer, studying Urzoth’s gaze and every line on her expression, and the way her shoulders fall slack and her guard dissipates… Then you murmur, just barely above a whisper, “I don’t see it in your eyes.” Your captor’s face wavers with conflicting emotions. It seems she doesn’t believe it. Then again, a small part of you doesn’t, either. But there must be some truth to it, because Urzoth doesn’t snap at you, or snarl or glare. Rather, she turns around and heads for the door. “You will sleep here tonight.” And then she’s gone without another word.<</if>> [[Continue...|E'kayru Pg.15 (Female Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>“Terrified,” you admit, struggling to clasp your furs in place. “You’re just so… so //imposing//. I felt small and-and helpless in your shadow.” “Do you believe I intend to ''hurt you''?” Urzoth questions. “I don’t know what to believe,” you reply, sighing. “I’ve never known an orc before, and all I’ve heard are old children’s tales labeling you //cruel savages//. And throughout this war, our warriors returned with gruesome stories of your people…” Your words bring a fleeting frown to Urzoth’s face, swiftly replaced with indifference. “Then believe what you ''want'', elf. But it makes no difference. Follow my command, and you will be unharmed. ''Oppose me'', and discover the true nature of us //cruel savages.//” With that, he turns to leave. <<if $CutSelfWithKnife is true>>“I would tell you not to try escaping, but I see you have already made an //attempt//.” You bristle in alarm as Urzoth’s eyes snap over his shoulder toward your wrapped hand. He faces back around, grunting. “You will never see your people again, elf. But //why// you would return to a people who abandoned you like a ''mutt'' eludes me.” He stops at the door, casting a final glance back. “You will sleep here.” And then he’s gone without another word.<<else>>But he stops at the door, looking back. “Don’t try to escape. You will never see your people again, elf. But //why// you would return to a people who traded you like a ''dog'' eludes me.” Following a brief pause, he adds, “You will sleep here.” Then he’s gone without another word.<</if>><<else>>“Awestruck,” you admit, struggling to clasp your furs in place. “You are… //magnificent.// I have never met an Orc before, never seen one in person, but… you appear so //strong//. And—” You startle like a cat when Urzoth suddenly appears behind you, his hand brushing yours. He assists you in fastening your new clothes around your body, with belts and leather straps. When it’s all in place, his commanding hands hover over yours before rising and ghosting your waist. Your breath catches as, for a moment, they linger there. Urzoth’s form shadows you. Beneath his steely gaze, you remain, uncertain of what comes next, before he steps away. “Most who do not know us are //afraid// of us… But you would have me believe you ''aren’t''?” “If I’m being honest,” you slowly reply, “I //am// afraid. But you haven’t harmed me yet, and… and I don’t believe you will.” An odd expression crosses Urzoth’s face. “And why is that?” You take a moment to consider your answer, studying Urzoth’s gaze and every line on his expression, and the way his shoulders fall slack and his guard dissipates… Then you murmur, just barely above a whisper, “I don’t see it in your eyes.” Your captor’s face wavers with conflicting emotions. It seems he doesn’t believe it. Then again, a small part of you doesn’t, either. But there must be some truth to it, because Urzoth doesn’t snap at you, or snarl or glare. Rather, he turns around and heads for the door. “You will sleep here tonight.” And then he’s gone without another word.<</if>> [[Continue...|E'kayru Pg.15 (Male Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <center>⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹</center> Days have passed since your arrival to the orcish encampment… Days locked inside the king’s chambers, being fed and watered like a dog, visited every so often but sharing few words with your new //master.// Loneliness has become your only companion. And a strong bitterness festers in your heart with each passing day. Not bitterness for the orcs, but for your //own// people. The ones who took you, trained you, and wrapped you up like a //doll// for these brutes. They stole you away from your home and ''abandoned'' you here. You never had much back home, but you had peace of mind and companionship among the other fieldhands. Here? You have nothing… And you certainly don’t know what lies in store for you. You’re sat on the edge of the bed at dawn when you hear a pounding at the doors. They swing open, revealing a grizzled orc with a patchy white beard and a milky eye. He gestures wordlessly, beckoning you. Following him outside and around the longhouse, down a rocky hill and behind a jagged bend, you’re brought to a hot spring. The old man leaves you, to your surprise, leaving you to wonder what you’re to do. The air is humid and hot, sweltering under the sun. Sweat collects on your brow as you wander around large boulders and boiling pools. That is until you spot //Urzoth// through the steam. The sight of him puts a flush on your cheeks. The orc king rests in the spring, up to his waist in steaming hot water. His bronzed skin gleams in the sunlight. He stares ahead, fixing his eyes on you with such intensity that it makes your heart skip. Raising an arm, he makes a ‘come here’ motion with his finger. You hesitate. [[Join him.|E'kayru Pg.16 (Male Orc)][$Choice = 1; $LovePoints +=20]] [[Refuse.|E'kayru Pg.16 (Male Orc)][$Choice = 2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <center>⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹</center> Days have passed since your arrival to the orcish encampment… Days locked inside the queen’s chambers, being fed and watered like a dog, visited every so often but sharing few words with your new //master.// Loneliness has become your only companion. And a strong bitterness festers in your heart with each passing day. Not bitterness for the orcs, but for your //own// people. The ones who took you, trained you, and wrapped you up like a //doll// for these brutes. They stole you away from your home and ''abandoned'' you here. You never had much back home, but you had peace of mind and companionship among the other fieldhands. Here? You have nothing… And you certainly don’t know what lies in store for you. You’re sat on the edge of the bed at dawn when you hear a pounding at the doors. They swing open, revealing a grizzled orc with a patchy white beard and a milky eye. He gestures wordlessly, beckoning you. Following him outside and around the longhouse, down a rocky hill and behind a jagged bend, you’re brought to a hot spring. The old man leaves you, to your surprise, leaving you to wonder what you’re to do. The air is humid and hot, sweltering under the sun. Sweat collects on your brow as you wander around large boulders and boiling pools. That is until you spot //Urzoth// through the steam. The sight of her puts a flush on your cheeks. The orc queen rests in the spring, up to her waist in steaming hot water. Her bronzed skin gleams in the sunlight, and her breasts, ample and untamed, jut proudly from her chest. She stares ahead, fixing her eyes on you with such intensity that it makes your heart skip. Raising an arm, she makes a ‘come here’ motion with her finger. You hesitate. [[Join her.|E'kayru Pg.16 (Female Orc)][$Choice = 1; $LovePoints +=20]] [[Refuse.|E'kayru Pg.16 (Female Orc)][$Choice = 2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>Compliant, you slowly approach the pool with faltering steps. Stopping at the edge across from Urzoth, you wait until he beckons you again, scoffing. “In,” he commands. So, you shed your clothes down to your undergarments and wade into the pool. It’s hot at first, but then its warmth envelops you, soothing your weary body and calming your frazzled nerves. Feeling relaxed, you allow your eyes to flutter shut as you’re able to, even if for just a moment, forget your troubles… Moments later, you’re startled back to reality when you feel ripples. Blinking open your eyes, you see Urzoth wading toward you. The unease returns full force. As Urzoth grows closer, his shadow falls over you like a dark cloud. It takes every ounce of courage you possess to maintain your composure. It takes much more when he reaches out and cups your chin in a firm, yet surprisingly gentle grasp. You swallow hard, meeting his penetrating gaze with a mixture of apprehension and uncertainty. Then, maddeningly, he softly traces your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, causing your breath to catch. You feel that he’s toying with you, trying to elicit a certain reaction. You want to know //why//. “Tell me, Urzoth,” you begin, raising a hand to touch his. “What will come of me here?” “You are the //binding// between my clans and the Elves. They offered you as a ''sacrifice'' to prove their commitment to this treaty. Perhaps they believed we’d string you up and tan your hide… My ''people'' believe I’m keeping you as a //pet//. But I want ''more'' from you, elf. I want your hand.” Your eyes grow big. “You want— //Marriage?//” you sputter, surprised. “I-I didn’t think— Erm… But can an orc marry an elf? Is it sanctioned?” Urzoth snorts. “I am //tribe king//,” he announces powerfully. “My word is ''law''.” “Oh. Of course,” you murmur. “But then… Can’t you //take// whatever you want from me? I am already yours, Urzoth. And I don’t believe I have any say in my fate now.” His brow furrows deeply. He scoffs. “Why take what I want when I can //earn// it?” he booms. To your surprise, his eyes gleam with amusement. “Unless you don’t think me ''capable'' of conquering your heart?” Blush stings your cheeks. “I-I didn’t say— I mean—” you stop short, fumbling your words. Breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly, you say, “I… I don’t know.” You don’t know what else to say. Urzoth’s face flickers with amusement before he withdraws. “I will give you free rein, elf. Explore my tribe and learn about our culture. This is your life now, and it is your future.” He wades past you to leave. And, to your surprise, when he exits the pool, you realize he’s completely nude. Your skin burns hot as you gaze upon his magnificent form. Rippling muscle steaming hot from the water, gleaming in the sun. He has a firm ass and strong thighs, and a massive, hanging cock. His member, about the length of your forearm, is partially erect and swinging from side to side. You can’t tear your eyes away. That is until Urzoth’s voice snaps your attention above his belt. When you meet his gaze, you see a smug look etched on his face. Shame settles over you. Before you can speak, he does. “Don’t make this too easy, $Name. I want a //challenge.//” He walks away and disappears behind a rocky bend. You release the breath you had been holding. “Of course,” you murmur, to no one but yourself.<<else>>You stand your ground, refusing. “I’d rather not,” you say. The expression on Urzoth’s face ranges from mild irritation to //anger//. But he doesn’t act on either of them. “You are //defiant//, elf. Perhaps my people have rubbed off on you…” “It’s not that,” you say. “I’m just trying to understand something… What’s to come of me here?” “You are the //binding// between my clans and the Elves. They offered you as a ''sacrifice'' to prove their commitment to this treaty. Perhaps you believed we’d string you up and tan your hide… My ''people'' believe I’m keeping you as a //pet//. But I want ''more'' from you, elf. I want your hand.” Your eyes grow big. “You want— //Marriage?//” you sputter, surprised. “I-I didn’t think— Erm… But can an orc marry an elf? Is it sanctioned?” Urzoth snorts. “I am //tribe king//,” he announces powerfully. “My word is ''law''.” “Oh. Of course,” you murmur. “But then… Can’t you //take// whatever you want from me? I am already yours, Urzoth. And I don’t believe I have any say in my fate now.” His brow furrows deeply. He scoffs. “Why take what I want when I can //earn// it?” he booms. To your surprise, his eyes gleam with amusement. “Unless you don’t think me ''capable'' of conquering your heart?” Blush stings your cheeks. “I-I didn’t say— I mean—” you stop short, fumbling your words. Breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly, you say, “I… I don’t know.” You don’t know what else to say. Urzoth’s face flickers with amusement before he suddenly rises. “I will give you free rein, elf. Explore my tribe and learn about our culture. This is your life now, and it is your future.” He wades past you to leave. And, to your surprise, when he exits the pool, you realize he’s completely nude. Your skin burns hot as you gaze upon his magnificent form. Rippling muscle steaming hot from the water, gleaming in the sun. He has a firm ass and strong thighs, and a massive, hanging cock. His member, about the length of your forearm, is partially erect and swinging from side to side. You can’t tear your eyes away. That is until Urzoth’s voice snaps your attention above his belt. When you meet his gaze, you see a smug look etched on his face. Shame settles over you. Before you can speak, he does. “Don’t make this too easy, $Name. I want a //challenge.//” He walks away and disappears behind a rocky bend. You release the breath you had been holding. “Of course,” you murmur, to no one but yourself.<</if>> [[Continue…|E’kayru Pg.17 (Male Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>Compliant, you slowly approach the pool with faltering steps. Stopping at the edge across from Urzoth, you wait until she beckons you again, scoffing. “In,” she commands. So, you shed your clothes down to your undergarments and wade into the pool. It’s hot at first, but then its warmth envelops you, soothing your weary body and calming your frazzled nerves. Feeling relaxed, you allow your eyes to flutter shut as you’re able to, even if for just a moment, forget your troubles… Moments later, you’re startled back to reality when you feel ripples. Blinking open your eyes, you see Urzoth wading toward you. The unease returns full force. As Urzoth grows closer, her shadow falls over you like a dark cloud. It takes every ounce of courage you possess to maintain your composure. It takes much more when she reaches out and cups your chin in a firm, yet surprisingly gentle grasp. You swallow hard, meeting her penetrating gaze with a mixture of apprehension and uncertainty. Then, maddeningly, she softly traces your bottom lip with the pad of her thumb, causing your breath to catch. You feel that she’s toying with you, trying to elicit a certain reaction. You want to know //why//. “Tell me, Urzoth,” you begin, raising a hand to touch her. “What will come of me here?” “You are the //binding// between my clans and the Elves. They offered you as a ''sacrifice'' to prove their commitment to this treaty. Perhaps they believed we’d string you up and tan your hide… My ''people'' believe I’m keeping you as a //pet//. But I want ''more'' from you, elf. I want your hand.” Your eyes grow big. “You want— //Marriage?//” you sputter, surprised. “I-I didn’t think— Erm… But can an orc marry an elf? Is it sanctioned?” Urzoth snorts. “I am //tribe queen//,” she announces powerfully. “My word is ''law''.” “Oh. Of course,” you murmur. “But then… Can’t you //take// whatever you want from me? I am already yours, Urzoth. And I don’t believe I have any say in my fate now.” Her brow furrows deeply. She scoffs. “Why take what I want when I can //earn// it?” she booms. To your surprise, her eyes gleam with amusement. “Unless you don’t think me ''capable'' of conquering your heart?” Blush stings your cheeks. “I-I didn’t say— I mean—” you stop short, fumbling your words. Breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly, you say, “I… I don’t know.” You don’t know what else to say. Urzoth’s face flickers with amusement before she withdraws. “I will give you free rein, elf. Explore my tribe and learn about our culture. This is your life now, and it is your future.” Sh wades past you to leave. And, to your surprise, when she exits the pool, you realize she’s completely nude. Your skin burns hot as you gaze upon her magnificent form. Rippling muscle steaming hot from the water, gleaming in the sun. She has a firm, round ass, strong thighs, and a meaty cleft between her legs. Her loins, plump and glistening, hold your eyes. That is until Urzoth’s voice snaps your attention above her belt. When you meet her gaze, you see a smug look etched on her face. Shame settles over you. Before you can speak, she does. “Don’t make this too easy, $Name. I want a //challenge.//” She walks away and disappears behind a rocky bend. You release the breath you had been holding. “Of course,” you murmur, to no one but yourself.<<else>>You stand your ground, refusing. “I’d rather not,” you say. The expression on Urzoth’s face ranges from mild irritation to //anger//. But she doesn’t act on either of them. “You are //defiant//, elf. Perhaps my people have rubbed off on you…” “It’s not that,” you say. “I’m just trying to understand something… What’s to come of me here?” “You are the //binding// between my clans and the Elves. They offered you as a ''sacrifice'' to prove their commitment to this treaty. Perhaps you believed we’d string you up and tan your hide… My ''people'' believe I’m keeping you as a //pet//. But I want ''more'' from you, elf. I want your hand.” Your eyes grow big. “You want— //Marriage?//” you sputter, surprised. “I-I didn’t think— Erm… But can an orc marry an elf? Is it sanctioned?” Urzoth snorts. “I am //tribe queen//,” she announces powerfully. “My word is ''law''.” “Oh. Of course,” you murmur. “But then… Can’t you //take// whatever you want from me? I am already yours, Urzoth. And I don’t believe I have any say in my fate now.” Her brow furrows deeply. She scoffs. “Why take what I want when I can //earn// it?” he booms. To your surprise, her eyes gleam with amusement. “Unless you don’t think me ''capable'' of conquering your heart?” Blush stings your cheeks. “I-I didn’t say— I mean—” you stop short, fumbling your words. Breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly, you say, “I… I don’t know.” You don’t know what else to say. Urzoth’s face flickers with amusement before she suddenly rises. “I will give you free rein, elf. Explore my tribe and learn about our culture. This is your life now, and it is your future.” Sh wades past you to leave. And, to your surprise, when she exits the pool, you realize she’s completely nude. Your skin burns hot as you gaze upon her magnificent form. Rippling muscle steaming hot from the water, gleaming in the sun. She has a firm, round ass, strong thighs, and a meaty cleft between her legs. Her loins, plump and glistening, hold your eyes. That is until Urzoth’s voice snaps your attention above her belt. When you meet her gaze, you see a smug look etched on her face. Shame settles over you. Before you can speak, she does. “Don’t make this too easy, $Name. I want a //challenge.//” She walks away and disappears behind a rocky bend. You release the breath you had been holding. “Of course,” you murmur, to no one but yourself.<</if>> [[Continue…|E’kayru Pg.17 (Female Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <center>⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹</center> In the passing weeks, you’re given more free rein around the camp. But you’re always under watchful eyes. The tribe has gotten used to your presence, though many don’t approve of it. You occasionally catch the odd glare or overhear the warriors slandering you, but you try not to pay it any mind. You’re just grateful to be free from the confines of the king’s chambers. And the king, Urzoth… You hardly ever see him most days. When he’s not barking orders at the war table among his council, he’s leading hunting parties and forging weapons with the smith. You’ve never seen anything like it — a king, //serving// his people? You never thought you’d see the day, much less among the orcs. But from all you’ve witnessed, Urzoth is a fine king, indeed. And his people give him their undying loyalty. It’s late one evening when you’re wandering through the heart of the camp. You haven’t seen Urzoth all morning. The sky is flush with vivid hues of orange and purple, and a gentle breeze rolls through the gulch. Eventually, you stumble upon a gathering of young orc men and women engaged in sparring matches. Even though they’re hardly adults, they’re still much larger than yourself, with more muscle to boast. You can’t help but admire their people for their tenacity and strength. Finding a seat on a stump nearby, you watch and learn from them. It’s not long until two grappling males notice you. They watch you with curious eyes before one rises, dusts off, and comes your way, brandishing a wooden staff. Panic floods your chest, compressing your heart. You shoot to your feet, backing away while uttering your apologies, only to trip and fall flat on your rear. “I-I’m sorry,” you blubber. “I-I was just—” You shut up when the male holds out his staff. “Come, elf,” he says. “Train with us.” Your skin flushes with embarrassment. “You want me to… to train with you?” “You will need to become strong if you are to live among us,” says the male. He bends over, grabs your arm, and hauls you to your feet before thrusting the staff in your arms. “We have seen you watching us. But you will learn more if you //participate//.” He ushers you back to the group, where they wait with eager eyes. “I didn’t think <<she>> would agree,” says another male. “I’ve never seen an elf in person before… <<Sheis>> so funny looking,” says a woman behind you, while lifting your loincloth. You spin around, red in the face. “Please don’t do that.” “I don’t think Urzoth would appreciate you touching his //little elf,// Riva.” Warns another male with a toying tone. “Bah,” exclaims the female, stepping away and throwing her arms in the air. “All the fine warriors in this clan, and he chooses an //elf?// What’s so special about <<her>>? I don’t believe <<she>> can lift more than //me//.” “Perhaps not,” says the first male, guiding his hands along your shoulders and waist to put you in a ready stance. “But I think <<sheis>> <<if $Gender is "female">>pretty<<elseif $Gender is "male">>handsome<<else>>attractive<</if>>… For an //elf.// Besides,” he says. “<<Sheis>> royalty.” “Do //all// elves have $HairColor hair?” inquires another. You’re getting overwhelmed. “If you don’t mind my saying,” you begin. “I wasn’t expecting this… I thought everyone here hated my guts.” The young orcs bark with laughter. The female snorts. “Many are just angry,” she says, “to see our great leader fawning over an //elf.// We have fought with your kind for years, struggled ''tusk'' and ''nail'' to take your lands from you… We’ve lost great warriors in those battles to the elves’ cunning. But it would seem that now, with you here, that was all in __vain__. ” A crushing weight compresses your heart and makes it hard to breathe. You shift uneasily from one foot to the other before exhaling a shaky breath. “I’m sorry,” you murmur. “But I never wanted this.” Silence falls over the group. The young warriors share solemn looks before the male slaps your shoulder. “Do not be sorry. I believe we should all be grateful for the end of the war. And maybe now, we can all find peace.” You desperately want to believe him. As he’s helping you readjust your grip on the staff, a blaring horn suddenly cuts through the air. Panic immediately surges through camp, and goosebumps stipple your arms as you slap your hand over your ears. “What is that?!” you shout above the noise. “The war horn,” says the male. He retakes his staff and shoves you backward. “Return to the longhouse,” he commands. And without another word, he and his companions rush off, leaving you puzzled and scared. You heed his words and race through the camp, passing frantic elders and ready warriors who brandish weapons. You don’t know what’s going on—but when you reach the steep steps leading to the longhouse, you look back at the treeline and see a horde of orcish warriors breaking through the brush. When you see the blue warpaint, you realize they don’t belong here. Your mind races with a thousand questions, and your heart beats a million times a minute. But then, as you see the two warring clans clash at the foot of the crags, an opportunity presents itself. You can go—you can //escape//, while the orcs are distracted. [[Escape.|E'kayru Bad Ending Pg.1]] [[Stay.|E'kayru Pg.18 (Male Orc)][$LovePoints +=20]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <center>⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹</center> In the passing weeks, you’re given more free rein around the camp. But you’re always under watchful eyes. The tribe has gotten used to your presence, though many don’t approve of it. You occasionally catch the odd glare or overhear the warriors slandering you, but you try not to pay it any mind. You’re just grateful to be free from the confines of the queen's chambers. And the queen, Urzoth… You hardly ever see her most days. When she’s not barking orders at the war table among her council, she’s leading hunting parties and forging weapons with the smith. You’ve never seen anything like it — a queen, //serving// her people? You never thought you’d see the day, much less among the orcs. But from all you’ve witnessed, Urzoth is a fine queen, indeed. And her people give her their undying loyalty. It’s late one evening when you’re wandering through the heart of the camp. You haven’t seen Urzoth all morning. The sky is flush with vivid hues of orange and purple, and a gentle breeze rolls through the gulch. Eventually, you stumble upon a gathering of young orc men and women engaged in sparring matches. Even though they’re hardly adults, they’re still much larger than yourself, with more muscle to boast. You can’t help but admire their people for their tenacity and strength. Finding a seat on a stump nearby, you watch and learn from them. It’s not long until two grappling males notice you. They watch you with curious eyes before one rises, dusts off, and comes your way, brandishing a wooden staff. Panic floods your chest, compressing your heart. You shoot to your feet, backing away while uttering your apologies, only to trip and fall flat on your rear. “I-I’m sorry,” you blubber. “I-I was just—” You shut up when the male holds out his staff. “Come, elf,” he says. “Train with us.” Your skin flushes with embarrassment. “You want me to… to train with you?” “You will need to become strong if you are to live among us,” says the male. He bends over, grabs your arm, and hauls you to your feet before thrusting the staff in your arms. “We have seen you watching us. But you will learn more if you //participate//.” He ushers you back to the group, where they wait with eager eyes. “I didn’t think <<she>> would agree,” says another male. “I’ve never seen an elf in person before… <<Sheis>> so funny looking,” says a woman behind you, while lifting your loincloth. You spin around, red in the face. “Please don’t do that.” “I don’t think Urzoth would appreciate you touching her //little elf,// Riva.” Warns another male with a toying tone. “Bah,” exclaims the female, stepping away and throwing her arms in the air. “All the fine warriors in this clan, and she chooses an //elf?// What’s so special about <<her>>? I don’t believe <<she>> can lift more than //me//.” “Perhaps not,” says the first male, guiding his hands along your shoulders and waist to put you in a ready stance. “But I think <<she>> is <<if $Gender is "female">>pretty<<elseif $Gender is "male">>handsome<<else>>attractive<</if>>… For an //elf.// Besides,” he says. “<<Sheis>> royalty.” “Do //all// elves have $HairColor hair?” inquires another. You’re getting overwhelmed. “If you don’t mind my saying,” you begin. “I wasn’t expecting this… I thought everyone here hated my guts.” The young orcs bark with laughter. The female snorts. “Many are just angry,” she says, “to see our great leader fawning over an //elf.// We have fought with your kind for years, struggled ''tusk'' and ''nail'' to take your lands from you… We’ve lost great warriors in those battles to the elves’ cunning. But it would seem that now, with you here, that was all in __vain__. ” A crushing weight compresses your heart and makes it hard to breathe. You shift uneasily from one foot to the other before exhaling a shaky breath. “I’m sorry,” you murmur. “But I never wanted this.” Silence falls over the group. The young warriors share solemn looks before the male slaps your shoulder. “Do not be sorry. I believe we should all be grateful for the end of the war. And maybe now, we can all find peace.” You desperately want to believe him. As he’s helping you readjust your grip on the staff, a blaring horn suddenly cuts through the air. Panic immediately surges through camp, and goosebumps stipple your arms as you slap your hand over your ears. “What is that?!” you shout above the noise. “The war horn,” says the male. He retakes his staff and shoves you backward. “Return to the longhouse,” he commands. And without another word, he and his companions rush off, leaving you puzzled and scared. You heed his words and race through the camp, passing frantic elders and ready warriors who brandish weapons. You don’t know what’s going on—but when you reach the steep steps leading to the longhouse, you look back at the treeline and see a horde of orcish warriors breaking through the brush. When you see the blue warpaint, you realize they don’t belong here. Your mind races with a thousand questions, and your heart beats a million times a minute. But then, as you see the two warring clans clash at the foot of the crags, an opportunity presents itself. You can go—you can //escape//, while the orcs are distracted. [[Escape.|E'kayru Bad Ending Pg.1]] [[Stay.|E'kayru Pg.18 (Female Orc)][$LovePoints +=20]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> You won’t leave—a part of you //can’t//. Despite how badly your mind aches for freedom, your heart won’t let you go. Entering the longhouse, you dash to the king’s chambers and jam a wood staff between the doors. Then you hunker down beside the bed, your knees brought to your chest. The carnage outside is unbearable. You hear clashing swords, grunts, howls, and piercing //screams//. You shut your eyes and try to drown it out. Five agonizing minutes later, you hear heavy footfalls coming down the hall. Your heart stutters as you think, for a moment, that it must be Urzoth. You want nothing more in this moment than to see him. But when the doors fly open and the staff is sent splintering across the room, it’s not Urzoth behind the door. A trio of orc warriors march inside, clad in blue warpaint. Your heart drops. And despite trying to conceal yourself beside the bed, they spot you. You’re stolen by the arm and dragged into the open, kicking and screaming. When you’re released, you gaze upon the warriors with wide, fearful eyes. “An ''elf'',” one warrior spits. His piercing silver eyes roam your body up and down. The other two gaze just as lecherously upon you. “Must be the king’s //pet//,” another remarks. “A shame he’s not here to protect <<her>>.” They circle you like a pack of dogs. You gulp past the lump in your throat. “D-dont,” you plead. “When Urzoth comes—” You’re silenced when you’re struck across the face and sent sprawling to the floor. Your cheek stings, and tears wet your eyes. “The king won’t find you, elf,” the warrior spits. “Not before we’ve had our ''fun'' with you first.” He pins you down despite how you fight back. With one hand grasping both your wrists, he uses the other to grab a fistful of your garb and tear it right off. Fully exposed, you writhe beneath him. “D-don’t do this,” you beg. “Please—” You’re struck again, silenced with a whimpering cry. The cruel orc unfastens the belts binding his loincloth. In anticipation of what’s to come, you shut your eyes tightly. Mere moments pass before you hear metal swishing through the air, then a horrible squelching sound. Warm liquid spatters your face. Reopening your eyes in shock, you bear witness to a sword protruding from the orc’s chest. He releases a rattling sigh and rolls off you onto the floor, dead. Behind him, you see Urzoth. Not a word is said as he directs his rage toward the other two. Amidst the clashing steel and sounds of a scuffle, you crawl away into the corner, shielding your ears from the noise. Minutes pass and it falls silent. Looking up, you see the rival orcs dead, Urzoth standing above them, //victorious//. [[Continue|E’kayru Pg.19 (Male Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> You can’t resist the call of freedom. This is just the moment you’ve been waiting for! The camp is ablaze with activity as you race back down the steps and weave through tents and warriors. Clashing metal cuts through the air, and your fast-beating heart smothers the shouts and battle cries. You tear through the crowds toward the edge of the camp, where you falter at the tree line. Looking back with wistful eyes, you behold the chaos and the war, and you want nothing more than to get away from it all. You turn your back and leave, racing off into the wilderness. [[Continue…|E’kayru Bad Ending Pg.2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> You won’t leave—a part of you //can’t//. Despite how badly your mind aches for freedom, your heart won’t let you go. Entering the longhouse, you dash to the queen’s chambers and jam a wood staff between the doors. Then you hunker down beside the bed, your knees brought to your chest. The carnage outside is unbearable. You hear clashing swords, grunts, howls, and piercing //screams//. You shut your eyes and try to drown it out. Five agonizing minutes later, you hear heavy footfalls coming down the hall. Your heart stutters as you think, for a moment, that it must be Urzoth. You want nothing more in this moment than to see her. But when the doors fly open and the staff is sent splintering across the room, it’s not Urzoth behind the door. A trio of orc warriors march inside, clad in blue warpaint. Your heart drops. And despite trying to conceal yourself beside the bed, they spot you. You’re stolen by the arm and dragged into the open, kicking and screaming. When you’re released, you gaze upon the warriors with wide, fearful eyes. “An ''elf'',” one warrior spits. Her piercing silver eyes roam your body up and down. The other two gaze just as lecherously upon you. “Must be the queen’s //pet//,” another remarks. “A shame she’s not here to protect <<her>>.” They circle you like a pack of dogs. You gulp past the lump in your throat. “D-dont,” you plead. “When Urzoth comes—” You’re silenced when you’re struck across the face and sent sprawling to the floor. Your cheek stings, and tears wet your eyes. “The queen won’t find you, elf,” the warrior spits. “Not before we’ve had our ''fun'' with you first.” She pins you down despite how you fight back. With one hand grasping both your wrists, she uses the other to grab a fistful of your garb and tear it right off. Fully exposed, you writhe beneath her. “D-don’t do this,” you beg. “Please—” You’re struck again, silenced with a whimpering cry. The cruel orc unfastens the belts binding her loincloth. In anticipation of what’s to come, you shut your eyes tightly. Mere moments pass before you hear metal swishing through the air, then a horrible squelching sound. Warm liquid spatters your face. Reopening your eyes in shock, you bear witness to a sword protruding from the orc’s chest. She releases a rattling sigh and rolls off you onto the floor, dead. Behind her, you see Urzoth. Not a word is said as she directs her rage toward the other two. Amidst the clashing steel and sounds of a scuffle, you crawl away into the corner, shielding your ears from the noise. Minutes pass and it falls silent. Looking up, you see the rival orcs dead, Urzoth standing above them, //victorious//. [[Continue|E’kayru Pg.19 (Female Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> And you run as far as you can, until the sounds of battle fade, and the forest is quiet. Only //then// do you allow your tired legs to give out. You crash in a heap, panting and struggling to catch your breath. You take a moment to gather yourself before getting back to your feet — you have a long way to go to get back home. You can’t stop here, not now. Taking a step forward, you hear a twig snap. When you spin around, your blood runs cold. A small band of orc warriors, clad in blue warpaint emerge from the brush. They’re gray-skinned and vicious in the face. You let out a gasp and stumble backward. “I thought I saw an ''elf'',” one warrior spits. His piercing silver eyes roam your body up and down. The other two gaze just as lecherously upon you. “Must’ve been the tribe leader’s //pet//,” another remarks. “A shame there's no one here to protect <<her>>." You gulp. When you shoot to your feet and try to run, you’re caught by the collar and pinned to the forest floor. Despite your struggle, you can’t escape. The orc pinning you grasps your jaw in a rough hand. “We’ll have some fun with you before we bleed you dry, elf.” The gravity of the situation sets in. Your blood runs icy cold. [[Continue…|E’kayru Bad Ending Pg.3]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <center>⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹</center> The following morning at dawn, long after the clan battle has ended and the dust has settled, a search party led by Urzoth combs the forest for the elven <<if $Gender is "female">>princess<<elseif $Gender is "male">>prince<<else>>monarch<</if>>. <<HerPOSSESSIVE>> body is soon found, ravaged and cold. <<Sheis>> laid to rest in the yard beside the longhouse… [[End Game|E’kayru Bad Ending Pg.4]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <center>⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹</center> //You've received the <span class="gold2">Bad Ending</span>. For another go at a better ending, [[Play Again|E'kayru][$Choice = 0; $LovePoints = 0; $StabbedSelfWithKnife = false; $FemaleOrc = false; $MaleOrc = false]], or try another [[Story|Stories]].// <<notify 4s>>//That sucks...//<</notify>>\

<span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Madhouse</h1></div></span> <span class="white">''SUMMARY:''</span> In the madhouse, it's not the criminally insane you have to watch out for. After being committed to a mental hospital, you're faced with the monsters that freely roam the halls of the asylum./*Which, in this case, are the horrible caretakers. Social commentary, whooh!!*/ <span class="white">''PAIRINGS:''</span> Reader/Female, Reader/Male <span class="white">''ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:''</span> Three possible endings. <span class="red">''WARNING(S):''</span> Graphic descriptions of violence, murder, blood and gore, threats of violence, drug abuse, coercion, non-con elements. <span class="inactive">[[Play this short story.|Madhouse Pg.1]]</span> <span class="red">(Upcoming, Premium)</span> [[Back to Story List|Horror Stories]]\ <<set $Choice = 0>>\ <<set $LovePoints = 0>>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> Without thinking, you throw yourself at him, clinging to his waist and wrapping your arms tightly around him. “Thank you,” you breathe shakily. “Thank you.” Urzoth says nothing for a moment, perhaps stunned by the unexpected gesture. Then, after wiping his bloody hands up and down his pelts, he pushes you away gently. “Stay here,” he commands you. “When this battle is over, I will return.” Your heart sinks at the idea of him leaving you. “B-but—” “$Name,” he says your name softly. “No one will ''hurt'' you. Wait for me.” And then he’s gone. When the doors shut, you hear something heavy scraping against the floor, and then his footsteps echo out of earshot. Once again, you’re alone. And for what feels like an eternity, you wait and wait until the sounds of battle become silent in the night... [[Continue|E'kayru Pg.20 (Male Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> Without thinking, you throw yourself at her, clinging to her waist and wrapping your arms tightly around her. “Thank you,” you breathe shakily. “Thank you.” Urzoth says nothing for a moment, perhaps stunned by the unexpected gesture. Then, after wiping her bloody hands up and down her pelts, she pushes you away gently. “Stay here,” she commands you. “When this battle is over, I will return.” Your heart sinks at the idea of her leaving you. “B-but—” “$Name,” she says your name softly. “No one will ''hurt'' you. Wait for me.” And then she’s gone. When the doors shut, you hear something heavy scraping against the floor, and then her footsteps echo out of earshot. Once again, you’re alone. And for what feels like an eternity, you wait and wait until the sounds of battle become silent in the night... [[Continue|E'kayru Pg.20 (Female Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> It’s midnight when Urzoth returns, bloody and bruised, and boasting many injuries that will one day become proud scars. She enters the room with a limping gait, despite doing her best to hide it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she releases a weary sigh before beckoning you. Approaching her, you grasp her hands. She holds yours warmly, before meeting your eyes with an intense studying gaze. “I will admit, $Name, I’m surprised to still find you here… Why didn’t you //run?//” The question catches you off guard. Opening and closing your mouth, you search for an answer. “I… I thought about it,” you admit, using your thumbs to rub circles on his knuckles. “But when I had the chance, I hesitated. I suppose a part of me didn’t want to go.” Your answer elicits a deep hum from Urzoth. Then, suddenly, she grasps your wrist with an almost vice grip, startling you. “I know,” she says. Her tone sends a shiver skirting down your spine. You don’t know what she means by that. So, she repeats herself. “I ''know''.” Realization dawns on you. While you stammer over your words, Urzoth’s brow furrows deeply. “You elves must believe we’re ''fools''… Savages who don’t know any better. But I knew from the moment you stepped foot into my grand hall that you weren’t the true //<<if $Gender is "female">>princess<<elseif $Gender is "male">>prince<<else>>monarch<</if>>//. The Elves would never trade their royal blood, not even to end a war they’re ''losing''. They’re too proud for that; always will be.” She squeezes you again, drawing you closer to her. Your breath catches when she continues. “They stole you and gave you to me. And for that, $Name, I am sorry.” You don’t know what to say. Goosebumps stipple your arms and the back of your neck, and no matter how desperately you try to calm your thundering heart, you can’t. Exhaling slowly, you ask, “What happens now?” “I should take war to your people for this ''deception'',” declares Urzoth. “But I will be satisfied with you, should you //allow// it. If not… I will release you.” Surprise riddles your face. “You would be satisfied with me? Why? I’m not even royal blood—” “Royal blood or not, it makes no difference to me.” Urzoth cups half your face in her hand, staring deeply into your eyes. “I ''like'' you, elf. And I would like to ''keep'' you.” <<if $LovePoints gte 100>>[[Stay with her.|E'kayru Good Ending (Female Orc)]]<<else>><span class="inactive">[[Stay with her.|E'kayru Good Ending (Female Orc)]]</span><</if>> [[Leave.|E'kayru Neutral Ending (Female Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> It’s midnight when Urzoth returns, bloody and bruised, and boasting many injuries that will one day become proud scars. He enters the room with a limping gait, despite doing his best to hide it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he releases a weary sigh before beckoning you. Approaching him, you grasp his hands. He holds yours warmly, before meeting your eyes with an intense studying gaze. “I will admit, $Name, I’m surprised to still find you here… Why didn’t you //run?//” The question catches you off guard. Opening and closing your mouth, you search for an answer. “I… I thought about it,” you admit, using your thumbs to rub circles on his knuckles. “But when I had the chance, I hesitated. I suppose a part of me didn’t want to go.” Your answer elicits a deep hum from Urzoth. Then, suddenly, he grasps your wrist with an almost vice grip, startling you. “I know,” he says. His tone sends a shiver skirting down your spine. You don’t know what he means by that. So, he repeats himself. “I ''know''.” Realization dawns on you. While you stammer over your words, Urzoth’s brow furrows deeply. “You elves must believe we’re ''fools''… Savages who don’t know any better. But I knew from the moment you stepped foot into my grand hall that you weren’t the true //<<if $Gender is "female">>princess<<elseif $Gender is "male">>prince<<else>>monarch<</if>>//. The Elves would never trade their royal blood, not even to end a war they’re ''losing''. They’re too proud for that; always will be.” He squeezes you again, drawing you closer to him. Your breath catches when he continues. “They stole you and gave you to me. And for that, $Name, I am sorry.” You don’t know what to say. Goosebumps stipple your arms and the back of your neck, and no matter how desperately you try to calm your thundering heart, you can’t. Exhaling slowly, you ask, “What happens now?” “I should take war to your people for this ''deception'',” declares Urzoth. “But I will be satisfied with you, should you //allow// it. If not… I will release you.” Surprise riddles your face. “You would be satisfied with me? Why? I’m not even royal blood—” “Royal blood or not, it makes no difference to me.” Urzoth cups half your face in his hand, staring deeply into your eyes. “I ''like'' you, elf. And I would like to ''keep'' you.” <<if $LovePoints gte 100>>[[Stay with him.|E'kayru Good Ending (Male Orc)]]<<else>><span class="inactive">[[Stay with him.|E'kayru Good Ending (Male Orc)]]</span><</if>> [[Leave.|E'kayru Neutral Ending (Male Orc)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> Your heart guides your decision. Wrapping your hands around Urzoth’s, you murmur, “I’ll stay.” He approves of your decision with a rumbling hum. Then he grasps your face warmly in his hands before closing the gap between you both and kissing your lips. Warmth floods your cheeks and spreads across the nape of your neck. You lean into him, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, you savor his tongue on yours. When you break off, panting for breath, you slowly undress, pausing when you brush an old scar on your waist. Urzoth glides his hand over your blemish, and he cups your skin and squeezes you. You melt under his touch. Upon shedding the rest of your clothes, you notice the way Urzoth’s eyes flit between each and every one of your unsightly scars. But it seems he admires them. You’ve never felt so desired, not even back home. Eager to please him, you slowly lower yourself to your knees and rest your hands on his before reaching for the belts binding his loincloth in place. After unfastening them, you free his arousal. Freed from its confines, it springs up, engorged and throbbing before you. He’s not even fully erect, but he’s //big//. A tingle lurches up your spine. You grasp his iron-hard cock with both hands and taste the tip. As you slowly tongue the divot in the head, Urzoth hisses through his teeth. Encouraged, you explore his shaft with your tongue, leaving glistening trails up and down his engorged length, alternating between that and kissing and sucking on the swollen head. Soon, pre-cum dribbles down the side, and you greedily lap it up, savoring the salty taste on your tongue. He grows more rigid by the second. When he can’t take any more of your torturous teasing, he scoops you up and throws you on the bed. Climbing over you, he shadows your form and kisses you roughly on the lips before dragging his teeth along your jawline and sucking on your neck. His tusks tickle your skin. You moan under him as his hands explore your body, skimming your waist and squeezing your thighs. He begins to reposition, and you spread your legs wide open to grant him access to your tender parts. <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>The bulging head of his cock prods your sex, sliding up and down between your pussy lips before brushing your hole.<<else>>The bulging head of his cock prods your sex, sliding up and down between your ass cheeks before brushing your hole.<</if>> You shiver in anticipation; Urzoth’s massive member may not fit… Still, you want him, //badly.// And the thought of his girth inside you makes you antsy. You wiggle your hips against him, urging him on. And finally, he satisfies your desires when he sinks into you, sheathing himself in your heat. You release a shuddering moan, arching your back into him and raking your nails across his back. Urzoth growls like an animal, pleased. He wraps his arm firmly around your waist and holds you still as he plunges the rest of his length inside. You gasp and stiffen up as discomfort swells in your belly. Urzoth’s gentle, at first, allowing you the moments you need to adjust to his size. When you’ve had enough, he withdraws only halfway before thrusting again, drawing a silent scream past your lips. You puff air on his neck and claw his back. “I can take it,” you murmur breathlessly. “Give it to me.” Urzoth //complies//. He sets an agonizing pace, battering your <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>pussy like a bull, with bruising thrusts. He grinds his hips against yours, pumps, and //devastates// you. It’s fast, rough, and //maddening//. The pain is nothing compared to the pleasure rolling through your body with each powerful thrust. You’re a mess under him, screaming and gasping so loudly that anyone outside would swear it’s bloody murder. You wrap yourself around him, clinging to the lines and curves in his muscles, squeezing his arms and skirting your nails across his back and shoulders with enough pressure to draw blood. Your snatch tingles and pulsates with pleasure. You clench your thighs around Urzoth’s waist, locking your legs behind him and pulling him down in timing with each thrust. He gruffs a cacophony of noises in your ear like a rutting animal. <<else>>asshole like a bull, with bruising thrusts. He grinds his hips against yours, pumps, and //devastates// you. It’s fast, rough, and //maddening//. The pain is nothing compared to the pleasure rolling through your body with each powerful thrust. You’re a mess under him, screaming and gasping so loudly that anyone outside would swear it’s bloody murder. You wrap yourself around him, clinging to the lines and curves in his muscles, squeezing his arms and skirting your nails across his back and shoulders with enough pressure to draw blood. Your ass tingles and pulsates with pleasure. You clench your thighs around Urzoth’s waist, locking your legs behind him and pulling him down in timing with each thrust. He gruffs a cacophony of noises in your ear like a rutting animal.<</if>> You know he’s getting close when his pace quickens and grows erratic. “I’m yours,” you gasp in his ear. “I’m yours, my //king.”// Your words send him tipping over the edge. He grips a fistful of your $HairColor hair, eliciting a cry past your lips before slamming his hips painfully into yours. He snarls, his cock twitching inside you and gushing cum that fills you up and explodes past your swollen brim. “A—ah!” you cry out, overcome with bursts of pleasure. A mind-numbing orgasm rocks through your body, making your toes curl and your spine arch. As you both ride out your climax, Urzoth’s crushing weight collapses on top of you. Soon, it’s over. You struggle for breath beneath him. When he notices, he rolls off you, withdrawing his twitching cock with a wet ‘pop’! Urzoth falls on his back, heaving a satisfied sigh. For a few moments, it’s quiet, with just your soft pants in the air. Then Urzoth reaches over and collects you before drawing you to his side, where you huddle against him for warmth. “I can not promise you a better life than what you had among your people,” he says, his tone gentle. “But we can build a new one, "together".” His words put butterflies in your stomach. For the first time in a long time, it feels like you //mean something// to someone. And never in a million years would you have believed you’d find that in an orc. Yet, here you are, held in the warm embrace of a crude warrior, who’s shown you more love than you’ve ever had. Flush steals to your cheeks, and tears wet your eyes. You wrap yourself around Urzoth’s arm, clinging to him tightly. “I’d like that.” [[The End|E’kayru Good Ending Pg.2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> Although your heart screams at you to stay, your mind tells you this isn’t home, and will ''never'' be home. With a frown etched on your features, you release Urzoth’s hands and withdraw from him. “No,” you say softly. “No, I… I can’t stay here. If you’re offering me the opportunity to go back where I belong, I need to take it.” You see the light in Urzoth’s eyes flicker away. A shadow falls over his face, quickly concealed with a stoic expression. He rises from the bed, pushing past you to the door. “Then you’ll be gone by morning,” he says, beckoning. “Come — You have a long journey back home, //elf.//” You follow Urzoth out the door, lagging behind him with remorse tugging at your heartstrings. But as much as it hurts to go now, you feel you have no other choice. Perhaps in another life, your people have found peace and love with each other… [[The End|E’kayru Neutral Ending]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> Your heart guides your decision. Wrapping your hands around Urzoth’s, you murmur, “I’ll stay.” She approves of your decision with a rumbling hum. Then she grasps your face warmly in her hands before closing the gap between you both and kissing your lips. Warmth floods your cheeks and spreads across the nape of your neck. You lean into her, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, you savor her tongue on yours. When you break off, panting for breath, you slowly undress, pausing when you brush an old scar on your waist. Urzoth glides her hand over your blemish, and she cups your skin and squeezes you. You melt under her touch. Upon shedding the rest of your clothes, you notice the way Urzoth’s eyes flit between each and every one of your unsightly scars. But it seems she admires them. You’ve never felt so desired, not even back home. Eager to please her, you slowly lower yourself to your knees and rest your hands on hers before reaching for the belts binding her loincloth in place. After unfastening them, you free her arousal. Freed from its confines, you get an up-close look at the delicious portal between her legs. A tingle lurches up your spine. You bend forward, resting your hands on her inner thighs and spreading them further apart. Her slit’s moist and pink, and beckoning you closer. Unable to restrain yourself any longer, you dip your tongue into her wet folds, getting an earthy taste and salty bitterness. As you probe her quivering lips, she hisses through her teeth. Encouraged, you lick her up and down, rolling her sensitive pink bud around your tongue before clasping your mouth on it and sucking vigorously. Urzoth rewards you with heavenly gasps and moans, growing wetter by the second. You greedily lap her up, sucking the juices from her moist sex and savoring the taste on your tongue. When she can’t take any more of your torturous teasing, she scoops you up and throws you on the bed. Climbing over you, she shadows your form and kisses you roughly on the lips before dragging her teeth along your jawline and sucking on your neck. Her tusks tickle your skin. You moan under her as her hands explore your body, skimming your waist and squeezing your thighs. As she begins to reposition, you spread your legs wide open to grant her access to your tender parts. <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>She situates herself between your legs at a criss-cross angle, allowing your pussies to touch without restraint. The feeling of her wet lips against yours makes you shiver in anticipation. You want her, //badly.// And the thought of her riding you senseless makes you antsy. You wiggle your hips against her, urging her on. And finally, she satisfies your desires when she sinks into you, mashing her lips into yours. You release a shuddering moan, arching your back into her and raking your nails across her gleaming abs. Urzoth purrs like a kitten, pleased. She wraps her arm firmly under your knee and holds you still as she sets an agonizing pace rubbing back and forth on top of you like a bull, with bruising force. She grinds her hips against yours, your intertwined pussy lips slick with moisture. A squelching sound echoes off the walls, mingling with your joined moans. You’re a mess under her, screaming and gasping so loudly that anyone outside would swear it’s bloody murder. You grasp her legs, clinging to the lines and curves in her muscles, squeezing and skirting your nails across her skin with enough pressure to draw blood. Your snatch tingles and pulsates with pleasure. You clench your thighs around Urzoth’s leg, locking your legs around her and pulling her down in timing with each thrust. She throws her head back and gruffs a cacophony of noises in the air like a rutting animal. You know she’s getting close when her pace quickens and grows erratic. “I’m yours,” you gasp. “I’m yours, my //queen.”// Your words send her tipping over the edge. She grips a fistful of your $HairColor hair, eliciting a cry past your lips before slamming her hips painfully into yours. She snarls, her body going taut as her pussy quivers and gushes cum all over your swollen lips. “A—ah!” you cry out, overcome with bursts of pleasure. A mind-numbing orgasm rocks through your body, making your toes curl and your spine arch. As you both ride out your climax, Urzoth’s crushing weight collapses on top of you. Soon, it’s over. You struggle for breath beneath her. When she notices, she rolls off you, sliding her pussy over your belly with a slick sound.<<else>>She situates herself above your hips, her trembling entrance hovering over your erect cock. Compared to what she’s probably used to around here, your member’s probably not much. Despite that, she gazes upon it with a burning lust in her eyes. When she lowers herself down slowly, the feeling of her wet lips against the bulging head of your cock makes you shiver in anticipation. You want her, //badly.// And the thought of her riding you senseless makes you antsy. You thrust upwards, urging her on. And finally, she satisfies your desires when she sinks on top of you, engulfing your shaft in her tight snatch. Throbbing warmth squeezes your girth, drawing a long hiss past your lips. You release a shuddering moan, arching your back into her and raking your nails across her gleaming abs. Urzoth purrs like a kitten, pleased. She grasps your waist in both her hands, holding you still as she sets an agonizing pace bouncing up and down on top of you like a bull, with bruising force. She grinds her hips against yours, a skin-on-skin sound echoing off the walls and mingling with your joined moans. You’re a mess under her, screaming and gasping so loudly that anyone outside would swear it’s bloody murder. You grasp her hips, clinging to the lines and curves in her muscles, squeezing and skirting your nails across her skin with enough pressure to draw blood. Your balls tingle and pulsate with pleasure. You thrust upward with increased force to match her steadily increasing pace. She throws her head back and gruffs a cacophony of noises in the air like a rutting animal. You know she’s getting close when her pace quickens and grows erratic. “I’m yours,” you gasp. “I’m yours, my //queen.”// Your words send her tipping over the edge. She grips a fistful of your $HairColor hair, eliciting a cry past your lips before slamming her hips painfully on top of yours, mashing her pussy against the base of your cock. She snarls, her body going taut as her pussy quivers. “A—ah!” you cry out, overcome with bursts of pleasure. A mind-numbing orgasm rocks through your body, making your toes curl and your spine arch. Your cock spasms inside her, gushing hot cum all over her inner walls, oozing past the brim, and dribbling on your balls. As you both ride out your climax, Urzoth’s crushing weight collapses on top of you. Soon, it’s over. You struggle for breath beneath her. When she notices, she rolls off you, withdrawing your twitching cock with a wet ‘pop’!<</if>> Urzoth falls on her back, heaving a satisfied sigh. For a few moments, it’s quiet, with just your soft pants in the air. Then Urzoth reaches over and collects you before drawing you to her side, where you huddle against her for warmth. “I can not promise you a better life than what you had among your people,” she says, her tone gentle. “But we can build a new one, ''together''.” Her words put butterflies in your stomach. For the first time in a long time, it feels like you //mean something// to someone. And never in a million years would you have believed you’d find that in an orc. Yet, here you are, held in the warm embrace of a crude warrior, who’s shown you more love than you’ve ever had. Flush steals to your cheeks, and tears wet your eyes. You wrap yourself around Urzoth’s arm, clinging to her tightly. “I’d like that.” [[The End|E’kayru Good Ending Pg.2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> Although your heart screams at you to stay, your mind tells you this isn’t home, and will ''never'' be home. With a frown etched on your features, you release Urzoth’s hands and withdraw from her. “No,” you say softly. “No, I… I can’t stay here. If you’re offering me the opportunity to go back where I belong, I need to take it.” You see the light in Urzoth’s eyes flicker away. A shadow falls over her face, quickly concealed with a stoic expression. She rises from the bed, pushing past you to the door. “Then you’ll be gone by morning,” she says, beckoning. “Come — You have a long journey back home, //elf.//” You follow Urzoth out the door, lagging behind her with remorse tugging at your heartstrings. But as much as it hurts to go now, you feel you have no other choice. Perhaps in another life, your people have found peace and love with each other… [[The End|E’kayru Neutral Ending]]

<span class="blue"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Spores</h1></div></span> <span class="blue">''SUMMARY:''</span> Joining a space exploration crew on a newly discovered planet, your team encounters an odd plant. The samples you take home end up spreading a deadly spore throughout the ship, despite your containment measures. The side effects include nausea, vomiting, aches and pains, and... //increased libido.// Can you find a cure for your team before they fuck your brains out? <span class="blue">''PAIRINGS:''</span> Reader/Male, Reader/Female <span class="blue">''ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:''</span> Three possible endings. <span class="red">''WARNING(S):''</span> Some violence, attempted sexual assault, orgies. <span class="inactive">[[Play this short story.|Spores Pg.1]]</span> <span class="blue">(Upcoming)</span> [[Back to Story List|Sci-Fi Stories]]\ <<set $Choice = 0>>\ <<set $LovePoints = 0>>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <center>⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹</center> //You've received the <span class="gold2">Good Ending</span>. For another go at a different ending, [[Play Again|E'kayru]], or try another [[Story|Stories]].//

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>E'kayru</h2><hr></div> <center>⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹</center> //You've received the <span class="gold2">Neutral Ending</span>. For another go at a better ending, [[Play Again|E'kayru]], or try another [[Story|Stories]].// <<notify 4s>>//Aww...//<</notify>>\

<center><span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Gallery</h1></div></span> <<print $Gallery.join(" ")>> <<link "Return" $return>></center><</link>></center> <<notify 6s>>//Achieve <span class="red">Good Endings</span> to acquire more CGs for your gallery!//<</notify>>\

<center>\ <img src="images/gallery/ekayru_fem_CG.png" /> //A relaxing evening at the hotsprings in the orc encampment...// [[Back to Gallery|Gallery]] <<link "Return" $return>></center><</link>></center>

<center>\ <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">><img src="images/gallery/nightmares_fem_CG.png" /><</if>> //Don't let it get you...// [[Back to Gallery|Gallery]] <<link "Return" $return>></center><</link>></center>

<<widget "LoveySprite">>\ <<if $LoveyEnterScene is true>>\ <div class="slideRight1">\ <<if $LoveyExpression is "default">>\ <img src="images/vn/default.png"/>\ <<elseif $LoveyExpression is "disappointed">>\ <img src="images/vn/disappointed.png"/>\ <<elseif $LoveyExpression is "disappointedSpeaking">>\ <img src="images/vn/disappointedSpeaking.png"/>\ <<elseif $LoveyExpression is "mad">>\ <img src="images/vn/mad.png"/>\ <<elseif $LoveyExpression is "sad">>\ <img src="images/vn/sad.png"/>\ <<elseif $LoveyExpression is "speaking">>\ <img src="images/vn/speaking.png"/>\ <</if>>\ </div>\ <<elseif $LoveyExitScene is true>>\ <div class="exitSlideLeft">\ <<if $LoveyExpression is "default">>\ <img src="images/vn/default.png"/>\ <<elseif $LoveyExpression is "disappointed">>\ <img src="images/vn/disappointed.png"/>\ <<elseif $LoveyExpression is "disappointedSpeaking">>\ <img src="images/vn/disappointedSpeaking.png"/>\ <<elseif $LoveyExpression is "mad">>\ <img src="images/vn/mad.png"/>\ <<elseif $LoveyExpression is "sad">>\ <img src="images/vn/sad.png"/>\ <<elseif $LoveyExpression is "speaking">>\ <img src="images/vn/speaking.png"/>\ <</if>>\ </div>\ <<else>>\ <<if $LoveyExpression is "default">>\ <img src="images/vn/default.png"/>\ <<elseif $LoveyExpression is "disappointed">>\ <img src="images/vn/disappointed.png"/>\ <<elseif $LoveyExpression is "disappointedSpeaking">>\ <img src="images/vn/disappointedSpeaking.png"/>\ <<elseif $LoveyExpression is "mad">>\ <img src="images/vn/mad.png"/>\ <<elseif $LoveyExpression is "sad">>\ <img src="images/vn/sad.png"/>\ <<elseif $LoveyExpression is "speaking">>\ <img src="images/vn/speaking.png"/>\ <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <</widget>> \ \ \ \ \ <<widget "Textbox">>\ <img src="images/vn/textbox.png"/> <</widget>> \ \ \ \ <<widget "dialogueBlip">>\ <<switch random(1, 4)>>\ <<case 1>><<audio "pensound1" play>>\ <<case 2>><<audio "pensound2" play>>\ <<case 3>><<audio "pensound3" play>>\ <<case 4>><<audio "pensound4" play>>\ <</switch>>\ <</widget>>

<span class="burgundy"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Newest Stories</h1></div></span> <center><img src="images/other/divider.png" class="divider"></center> <center>\ <span class="highlight">Horror></span> <span class="burgundy">Nightmares.</span> <span class="highlight">Action></span> <span class="burgundy">Don't Freeze.</span> </center>\ <center>[[New Game|Intro]]</center>

<center>\ <img src="images/gallery/sanddollars_fem_CG.png" /> //Surprisingly, it ''didn't'' smell like fish...// [[Back to Gallery|Gallery]] <<link "Return" $return>></center><</link>></center>

<center>\ <img src="images/gallery/sandDollars_masc_CG.png" /> //Surprisingly, it ''didn't'' smell like fish...// [[Back to Gallery|Gallery]] <<link "Return" $return>></center><</link>></center>

<span class="red"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Nightmares</h1></div></span> <span class="white">''SUMMARY:''</span> Acquiring an old book from a yard sale invites evil into your home. When you escape your daymares and fall asleep, you find a monster has invaded your dreams, and it threatens your existence. Escape the nightmare, or fall prey to the hands of a malevolent sleep demon. <span class="white">''PAIRINGS:''</span> Reader/Monster <span class="white">''ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:''</span> Two possible endings. <span class="red">''WARNING(S):''</span> Threats of violence, terror, disturbing themes, stalking, dubious consent, tentacle sex. [[Play this short story.|Nightmares Pg.1]] [[Back to Story List|Horror Stories]] \ \ <<set $Choice = 0>>\ <<set $LovePoints = 0>>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Nightmares</h2><hr></div> <center>⛧°. ⋆༺♱༻⋆. °⛧</center> Your body violently jerks into consciousness, your heart racing as you struggle to catch your breath. The deafening silence of the night is shattered by the rapid tapping of rain on the roof and distant rumblings of thunder. You palm your chest, clutching a fistful of your shirt as you gasp for air. These nightmares have been haunting you ever since you brought that cursed //book// home. It seemed harmless enough, at first — an old and worn leather-bound journal filled with indecipherable texts. You thought it was just a novelty or some movie prop, and it was only ten bucks. But now, its presence in your life has brought nothing but terror and chaos. You tried to rid yourself of the damned thing, tossing it out late one night and hoping it would all end. But instead, it’s only made things worse… The horrors from its pages that once plagued your dreams now consume your waking hours. [[Continue…|Nightmares Pg.2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Nightmares</h2><hr></div> Shivering, you climb out of bed. The chill in the air nips at your skin and sends goosebumps prickling along your arms. Rubbing sleep from your eyes and squinting through the darkness, you notice the window above your dresser is ajar, allowing gusts of wind to whip through the gap. Hastily, you shut and secure the window. Peering out through the frosted glass, amidst a tangle of dark clouds, bolts of lightning streak across the pitch sky. A sense of unease settles over you as you make your way down the hall toward the kitchen for a drink. The hallway is dark, with only faint flashes of lightning illuminating the way. A creaking floorboard behind you sends your heart leaping to your throat. When you spin around, the inky blackness gives away nothing. Unsettled, you enter the kitchen and flick on a single light. You pour yourself a glass of water, but two desperate swallows hardly do anything to quell your dry mouth. An unsettling metallic taste lingers on your tongue… And, with a sinking feeling in your gut, you realize it’s not just from fear—it’s because you drank //blood.// As you catch the scarlet shimmer on the surface of the glass, your hand trembles and the cup slips from your grasp, shattering into a crimson bloom at your feet. But as you choke and sputter, you spit up nothing but water. Confusion and fear overtakes you. Retreating to your room, you collapse into the refuge of sheets and curl into a ball, desperate for the comfort of sleep. But as you twist and turn, it continues to elude you. Cold sweat collects on your brow, spilling down your cheek. Then a tingling sensation tickles your arm, fast spiraling into the sense of a thousand needle-like legs skittering across your flesh. You rake your nails over your arms, neck, and chest, down to your hips and thighs, desperately trying to quell the maddening itch. But it persists, relentless. With a jerk, you sit upright, the sheets pooling around your waist. And with trembling hands, you yank up the hem of your shirt, the fabric catching on your clammy skin. The dim moonlight seeping through the blinds casts ghostly shadows across your torso, but there’s no mistaking what you see—deep, angry incisions etched into your flesh. A scream erupts from your throat as you scramble out of bed. In the light of the full moon spilling through the gap in the curtains, you see the cuts have vanished without a trace. “It’s just the nightmares,” you reassure yourself in a whisper, your heart drumming. “It’s-it’s that damn //book//.” [[Continue…|Nightmares Pg.3]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Nightmares</h2><hr></div> //“That’s just what you want to ''believe''.”// A guttural voice, like gravel being ground together, slithers into your ears, making your heart stop. Your body tenses and you whirl around, eyes wide and frantic, searching the shadows that cling to the walls like soot. The corners of the room seem to fold in on themselves, contorting into grotesque, dancing shapes. That voice came from someone, some//where//—hadn’t it? Your breath catches in your throat. “This isn’t real,” you breathe. “It can’t be real… I’m dreaming—” //“You ''wish''.”// The words drip like poison from the unseen speaker's lips, each syllable laced with malice. //“But you’re in ''my'' nightmare now… And there is no escape.”// You spin back around, facing the growing darkness head on. There! Two piercing red eyes gleam in the dark, like gems against an infinite void. They gaze back at you, sharp and unyielding. Paralyzed as fear grips you, you feel each beat of your heart pounding against your rib cage. Goosebumps march up the back of your neck as dread coils around your lungs. Finally, you muster the willpower to tear your eyes away from the malign being, and you break away, racing out of your room. Legs like noodles, but determination carrying you forward, you sprint down the hall toward salvation. The front door is straight ahead! Reaching out, desperate to escape, you feel a sense of relief. But it’s short-lived. Your fingers barely brush the knob when, with a sickening lurch, the floorboards yawn open. Your heart leaps to your throat as you’re suddenly careening into a deep, dark abyss. A scream tears past your lips, echoing off unseen walls and bouncing around your skull like a ping-pong ball. [[Continue…|Nightmares Pg.4]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Nightmares</h2><hr></div> Your descent ends swiftly. With a violent splash, water envelops you, swallowing you whole in its icy grasp. Panic sets in and your limbs flail, seeking the dim shimmer on the water’s surface. When you come up gasping for breath, you scramble for land. Then, finally, your hands find salvation—a concrete ledge. Exhausted and trembling, you haul yourself up and over, collapsing in a heap. You lay there, chest heaving, taking in ragged gulps, and water pooling around your pathetic form. As your eyes adjust to the infinite darkness, you notice you’re in a small, square room. There is no ceiling, as far as you can see—just pitch blackness. Then, to your side, you make out the shape of two tall doors. Beneath them, faint red light. Your heart thunders. This is no ordinary nightmare—everything feels so real. The water on your skin, the dread crawling up your spine like a spider… It’s real. And all this must be brought on by that damned ''book!'' You need to find the cursed thing and destroy it. Throwing it out didn’t work, but… maybe you could //burn it//. Yes, that might do the trick. It can’t come back if it’s a pile of ash, can it? Well, there’s only one way to find out. But if you’re going to get out of here, you need to work fast. Every passing second, you feel that malign entity creeping closer… You feel a surge of desperation tightening in your gut. First, you check behind each door. The one to the left groans open and sucker punches you with a cold draft. The dank smell of old wood and dust fills your nostrils as you peer through the doorway. The staircase behind it spirals upward, vanishing into darkness. An attic, if you were to guess. Then you check beyond the threshold of the door on your right; it swings open with a shriek, and a gust of stale air rushes past you, carrying the pungent stench of damp earth and decay. Before you yawns the gaping maw of a basement, the descent blurring into nothingness. You have two paths ahead of you. Weigh your options and decide. [[The basement.|Nightmares Pg.5 (Basement)]] [[The attic.|Nightmares Pg.5 (Attic)]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Nightmares</h2><hr></div> Creeping upstairs with a tightness in your gut, you emerge in an open room, the air heavy with dust and an eerie silence. Through the dimness, you can make out the faint glow of an open window. In front of it, lying in a pool of moonlight, is the tattered book. Your heart swells in anticipation. Taking a step forward, you suddenly hear shuffling footsteps. Your blood runs cold. A tall, monstrous figure with a twisted silhouette lurches past the window. You clamp your hand over your mouth to stifle any sound that might give you away. The beast’s hoarse moans reverberate throughout the cramped space as it trudges about, seemingly oblivious to your presence. You steel yourself. Despite the risk, you need to get past that thing and grab the book. You’re not leaving here without it. You creep stealthily forward, ducking and weaving around the clutter. Edging closer to your target, your heart pounds in your ears and sweat drips from your brow. Inch by inch, you approach your prize, until— You shoulder past a wobbly shelf, sending it slamming to the floor. //''CRAAAAAASH!''// Your heart stops. Over your shoulder, the monster’s head snaps up. Before you can react, a dark blur slams into you and sends you crashing to the ground. You struggle to get up, but the force of the impact has left you dazed. Suddenly, a spindly, yet unyielding hand clamps down on your windpipe with crushing force, making you choke. In the darkness, you can’t make out the thing on top of you, but you feel fur and warm spittle dripping on your cheek. You try to fight back, kicking and screaming as panic surges through your veins. But it’s to no avail; another hand slides between your legs and pries them apart. Panic sets in as something hard and impossibly large probes your <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>pussy<<else>>asshole<</if>> You squeeze your eyes shut and brace for the inevitable. And then it happens; with a sickening squelch, your world upends as the beast enters you, stretching you in ways you never thought possible. You feel him deep in your belly, a squeal escaping your lips. His grip around your throat tightens, silencing your partial cry. Thrust after merciless thrust, he ravages you, his girth sliding along your spine and sending pinpricks of pain shooting up your back. You writhe and squirm beneath the onslaught, your skin slick with sweat. Suddenly, he flips you over with ease, your face pressed into the cool floorboards and your ass lifted high in the air. The relentless pounding continues, the rhythmic sound of skin-on-skin contact echoing off the rafters. You dig your nails into the worn wood beneath you, your gasps for breath intermingling with the monster’s bestial grunts and groans.<<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>Your pussy clenches around its cock, milking it with every thrust. You feel it—a deep, burning heat building in your belly.<<else>>Your walls clench around its cock, milking it with every thrust. You feel it--a deep, burning heat building in your belly.<</if>> Hot breath tickles your ears, and the stench of rot fills your nostrils as he leans in closer, his maw mere inches from your face. Your grip on consciousness fades as the world begins to spin, your vision becoming a blur. The friction is unbearable, but… a part of you //loves// it. You crave it more and more by the second, bucking back to meet each rabid thrust, pleasure and pain melding together to become one overwhelming sensation. You’re close. So fucking close. //“Cum for me,”// it growls, its voice like gravel against your ear. You can’t fight it any longer. Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, tearing a scream from your throat as you clench around its cock. It roars in response, its cum flooding you belly in hot, sticky bursts that spill out and drip down your thighs. When it finally pulls out, you collapse onto the floor, panting and trembling, fading out of consciousness with a throaty whimper. When you finally come to, you realize the monster’s gone. In his wake, he’s left you lying in a pool of crimson cum that stains the floorboards and your thighs. You pick yourself up and, shaking, grab the book. Without a second to waste, you flee the attic, the sounds of your frantic footsteps drowned out by the frantic beating of your heart. [[Continue…|Nightmares Pg.6]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Nightmares</h2><hr></div> As you descend the creaking stairs, the musty stench of decay invades your nostrils and clings to the back of your throat. You keep one hand on the banister to guide you through the dark. A faint, rhythmic sound grows louder as you descend: moans, muffled and guttural. When your feet finally touch solid ground, your eyes adjust well enough to the murky darkness that can you make out a flickering bulb dangling from a fraying cord. You tip-toe around the room and locate a switch. Flicking it up, the light comes to life, casting a dim, fluttering glow on a nightmare. The dim orange light casts a sickly glow over the scene before you--a writhing mass of naked bodies, slick with sweat and fluids, twisting and grinding in a depraved orgy. Flesh slaps against flesh, the sound wet and obscene as moans and grunts fill the air. The stench of sex is overwhelming, a heady mix of musk, sweat, and something you can’t quite place but makes your stomach churn even as heat pools between your thighs.But you shoulder it all when you spot what you came for—the leather-bound tome, sitting on a rusted table across the room! You try to focus on the leather-bound tome resting on the rusted table across the room, but your eyes keep drifting back to the tangled limbs and heaving bodies. Hands grope and claw, mouths suck and bite, and cocks—thick, veiny, and dripping—pound into wet holes with abandon. Your breath hitches as you press yourself against the wall, trying to inch past the grotesque display. With each step forward, you can feel the heat of their breath and the clammy grasp of their fingers reaching out for you. A dozen beady, lifeless eyes lock on yours, making your heart stutter. You’re nearly across the room, when, suddenly, a hand—cold and clammy—grabs your ankle, yanking you off balance. You stumble forward with a gasp, and suddenly you’re swallowed by the sea of bodies. Hands are everywhere—on your arms, your chest, your thighs—pulling at your clothes with frantic urgency. Fabric tears as they strip you bare, their fingers digging into your flesh with possessive greed. You kick and thrash, but it’s no use. They’re too many, too strong. Your legs are pried apart with brutal efficiency, and fingers—slick with sweat and cum—dive into your <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>pussy<<else>>asshole<</if>> without warning. You let out a choked cry as they explore you, rough and demanding, curling inside you in a way that makes your toes curl. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as a thick, pulsing cock slides between your lips, silencing your protests. The taste of salt and musk floods your mouth as it thrusts deeper, fucking your throat with a rhythm that’s both punishing and intoxicating. You choke and gag, saliva dripping down your chin as it rams into you over and over, the sound obscenely wet. Before you can catch your breath, you’re flipped onto your hands and knees, your ass in the air for all to see. A cock—thick and bulbous—presses against your <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>pussy<<else>>asshole<</if>>, teasing your entrance with slow, maddening strokes. You try to squirm away, but hands pin you down, holding you in place as the head pushes inside, stretching you wide. A guttural moan escapes your lips as it sinks deeper inch by inch, filling you completely until you feel like you might split apart. The pace is relentless—hard, deep thrusts that make your entire body shake. <<if $Breasts is "flat">>The sound of skin slapping fills the air.<<else>>Your $Breasts breasts bounce with every movement, and the sound of skin slapping skin fills the air.<</if>> Another cock slides between your lips, silencing your cries as it fucks your mouth with equal fervor. You’re trapped between them, a toy for their pleasure, but somehow you don’t care anymore. The pain has given way to a mind-numbing pleasure that makes your vision blur and your thoughts scatter. Your walls clench around the cock inside you as it fucks you harder, //faster//, your body trembling on the edge of release. The cock in your mouth throbs violently before erupting, hot cum flooding your throat in thick spurts. You swallow instinctively, desperate for every drop even as another cock takes its place, shoving its way down your throat without mercy. The cock inside you slams into you one final time before the fleshpile comes, its seed flooding your belly with a heat that makes you scream around the dick in your mouth. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as pleasure rips through you with unrelenting force. Cum spurts from every angle—on your back, your face, your chest—as the orgy reaches its fever pitch around you. When it’s over, you’re left trembling and dripping with sweat and cum, your legs barely able to hold you up. The bodies around you are spent, their moans reduced to tired groans as they collapse into a sticky heap. You seize the moment, slipping out of their grasp and stumbling toward the table. Your legs shake as you grab the tome, your fingers slipping on the leather from the sweat and fluids coating your skin. You don’t look back as you race up the stairs, the stench of sex clinging to you like a second skin. Your heart pounds in your chest as you burst into the light, the book clutched tightly to your chest. Fluids run down your bare skin and inner thighs in rivulets. The smell alone makes your stomach churn in revulsion. You’re filthy, broken, and utterly spent—but you got what you came for. [[Continue…|Nightmares Pg.6]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Nightmares</h2><hr></div> Leaving the nightmare behind, you sprint back through the door you came, and it slams shut behind you with a loud bang, making you jump. When you whirl around, your eyes fall upon a long, dimly lit corridor stretching out before you. Through the darkness, you can make out a waist-high wooden table draped with a white sheet. Upon it sits a single flickering candle, its dancing flame casting shadows across the walls… It all seems too perfect, doesn’t it? A flame to burn this damn book, presented to you on a silver platter! A pang of suspicion pricks your heart. //But what other choice do I have?// You gulp down the lump in your throat, clutching the book to your thudding breast. Cautiously, you take one step forward, then another. On your third step, the ground groans. Then the floor cracks open! And before you know it, it’s falling away right from under you! Your heart leaping to your throat, you frantically make your way forward. With each step, boards and debris tumble into infinite darkness. The encroaching void grasps at your ankles, but you hurriedly press on. When you finally reach the end of the hall, you hold your breath. To your utter relief, the collapse has stopped. Slowly, you exhale and allow yourself a moment to relax. Turning around, you behold the flickering candle. When you reach for it, a cold breath caresses the nape of your neck. //“Do you truly believe burning that tome will ''end'' this nightmare?”// You spin around, your eyes wide in terror. Across the hall where that door once stood, you see two beaming red eyes. They pierce your soul. //“You would be a ''fool'' to think that,”// echoes a voice laced with mirth and malice. You swallow. “I-I don’t know what to believe. But I have to try //something// to get out of here!” //“Well, don’t let ''me'' stop you,”// replies the entity, amused. //“Go ahead--''burn the book.''”// It’s ''daring'' you to do it. Fear strikes a chord in your heart. [[Burn the book.|Nightmares Pg.7][$Choice = 1]] [[Face the monster.|Nightmares Pg.7][$Choice = 2; $LovePoints += 50]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Nightmares</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>> No, you won't fall for this thing's tricks. Whatever it is—whatever promises it whispers—you’re ''not'' falling for it. You’ve read enough stories to know how deals with devils end. And you sure as //hell// aren’t interested in giving it what it wants. So you take the book, whirl around, and hold it over the flickering candle flame. Its pages flutter, like it’s trying to escape your grip, but your fingers clamp down tighter. The moment the fire kisses the brittle paper, a shriek tears through the hallway like a knife through glass. The walls around you begin to fracture—deep, splintering cracks spreading like veins. The floor groans beneath your feet, then begins to fall away, piece by piece, into a chasm of nothing. The book wails as it burns, curling inwards, turning black. And then—//darkness.// You fall. Down, down, into the abyss, the wind howling in your ears, your thoughts unraveling into static until-- Your body violently jerks into consciousness, your heart racing as you struggle to catch your breath. The deafening silence of the night is shattered by the rapid tapping of rain on the roof and distant rumblings of thunder. You palm your chest, clutching a fistful of your shirt as you gasp for air. Sweat clings to your skin. Your sheets are tangled around your legs. The candle’s gone. The book is gone. The hallway, the voices, all of it—''gone.'' Is it over? It feels like it is. The weight is gone from your chest. The air is light again. You exhale, shaky, then laugh. You did it. You fought the fucking dark and won. You lie back down, sinking into the mattress with relief, letting your heart relax. But when you roll over, sighing, you see them. Two burning red eyes in the corner of your room, pulsing faintly in the black. You freeze. A gravelly voice rumbles from the shadows, thick with amusement and hunger. //“Did you ''really'' think it’d be that easy?”// Before you can scream, whipping black tendrils shoot out from beneath the bed. They wrap around your limbs and drag you down, down, into the darkness screaming, your voice swallowed ''whole''. [[Eternal darkness.|Nightmares Bad Ending]]\ \ \ \ \ \ <<else>> You step into the dark with your chin held high, every muscle in your body taut with defiance. The air is cold—unnaturally so—and carries with it a faint metallic tang, like blood. Your heart pounds in your ears, but you force yourself to hold steady, to keep your breathing even. Fear gnaws at the edges of your resolve, but you shove it down. Whatever this thing is—whatever unspeakable purpose it ''has''—it won’t get what it wants without a fight. “What do you want?” you ask boldly, though your voice trembles ever so slightly. You straighten your spine, willing yourself not to show weakness. The words hang in the heavy silence like a challenge. From the darkness, a figure emerges—or rather, it seems to materialize from the shadows themselves. It’s not like anything human; its form is fluid, shifting, as if it’s made of smoke and night woven together. It tilts its head to one side, an unnervingly graceful gesture that feels almost predatory. The faint glow of its eyes—if they can even be called eyes—pierce through the gloom. Its voice comes again, soft and lilting. //“What do I ''want''?”// The question isn’t just echoed; it’s sung, almost playfully, as though this horrible thing delights in making your blood run cold. Tendrils of shadow stretch out from its form like long fingers, brushing against your skin as it moves past. They’re cold—so cold they burn—and leave a faint tingling sensation in their wake. You suppress a shiver but can’t stop the goosebumps that prickle along your arms. The thing pauses abruptly, and before you can react, it’s right in front of you—closer than close. You hadn’t even seen it move. Its presence is suffocating, filling every inch of space between you and the void beyond. A long, spindly finger extends toward you. It hooks gently beneath your chin and tilts your face upward. Its touch sends a jolt through you. For a moment, all you can do is stare into those gleaming eyes. They shimmer with something unreadable: hunger, amusement, maybe even //pity.// ''“You,”'' it says simply, the single word dripping with layers of meaning that make your stomach twist into knots. Your throat tightens as you struggle to swallow past the lump forming there. “Me?” Your voice is barely above a whisper now, the boldness from before crumbling under the weight of its gaze. “Me… how?” A sound rumbles deep within the creature—a chuckle that echoes like thunder rolling. It’s not laughter meant for humor or joy; it’s dark and knowing, carrying with it the promise of something far worse than death. “Oh,” it purrs, drawing out the word as though savoring the taste on its tongue—or whatever passes for one. “Only the ''best parts.”'' The words send a chill racing down your spine. Your mind spins wildly as you try to process what it means. You barely manage to choke out the question lingering on your lips: “My… soul?” It doesn’t answer immediately, but that silence is more damning than any confirmation could have been. Instead of replying, the creature’s wicked maw curls into a grin. You take an involuntary step back, but the thing doesn’t follow—not yet. Panic claws at your chest as desperation takes hold. “Anything else,” you plead, voice breaking despite your efforts to stay strong. “Please... I’ll do //anything.// Just not that.” Its grin widens impossibly further until its mouth seems almost too large for its face—or whatever semblance of a face it has. Shadows ripple around its form like living things responding to some silent command. “''Anything?''” it murmurs softly. The air grows heavier still as the shadows surrounding you begin to shift and tremble with hunger—alive now in ways they weren’t before. They surge and writhe like restless beasts waiting for permission to devour their prey. For a moment that stretches unbearably long, the creature simply watches you with that same wicked grin plastered across its face—as though savoring every ounce of fear radiating from you. You don't like the sound of that. You //really// don't like the sound of that. [[Anything.|Nightmares Pg.8][$Choice to 1; $LovePoints +=50]] [[No, I refuse.|Nightmares Pg.8][$Choice to 2]]\ <</if>>

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<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Nightmares</h2><hr></div> <center>⛧°. ⋆༺♱༻⋆. °⛧</center> //You've received the <span class="red">Bad Ending</span>. For another go at a better ending, [[Play Again|Nightmares]], or try another [[Story|Stories]].// <<notify 4s>>//Your soul will never rest...//<</notify>>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Nightmares</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>> Your chin tilts up, defiance and a desire to beat this thing simmering in your veins. Your heart slams against your ribs like a caged animal. “Anything,” you whisper, your voice trembling. The shadows twitch. Out of the void, they burst forth—tendrils, slick and glistening, pulsating with a life of their own. They’re veined, throbbing things, each one studded with blinking, lidless eyes that fix on you, hungry. They lash out, whip-fast, curling around your wrists, ankles, and throat. You’re yanked off the ground, suspended midair, spread wide. Your body is exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at their mercy. Your $Breasts breasts are the first target. Thick, hot coils wrap around them, squeezing, kneading, rolling your nipples until they’re diamond-hard. Your breath hitches, a moan bubbling up from your throat as another tendril slides down your stomach, wet and probing. <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">> It pushes between your slick folds, teasing your clit with a maddening rhythm. Every stroke sends white-hot sparks up your spine, your hips bucking involuntarily as it works you, relentless. Another tendril presses against your entrance, teasing, ''teasing'' before plunging in deep, filling you to the fucking brim. <<elseif $Genitalia is "penis">>Your cock throbs, already rock-hard, as a slick tendril coils around it, tight. It pulses, squeezing your shaft in a rhythm that makes your toes curl. Another one slithers up the underside of your dick, flicking over your sensitive head before diving back down to the base. Your balls are cupped, massaged by a thick, warm coil, while another tendril pushes against your asshole, wet and insistent. It presses in slowly, stretching you open, fucking you with a torturous pace that has you gasping for air.<</if>> The tendrils work you in a rhythm that’s torturous, building the pressure inside you until you’re fucking //dripping//, every nerve in your body alight. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as another tendril slips between your lips. It pushes past your tongue, filling your mouth to the back of your throat. You gag around it, but it doesn’t stop—it pulses, fucking your mouth in time with the tendrils working your body. You’re a mess. Saliva drips down your chin as you moan around the thick intrusion, your hips grinding against the tendrils filling you. Your body is on fire, every inch of you consumed by the relentless rhythm of their violation. You’re //so// close to the edge. But then—it changes. The tendrils withdraw just enough to make you whimper with loss. The darkness coalesces into a shape—vaguely human, but all ''wrong'' It’s monstrous, its form shifting like liquid shadow. It looms over you, one massive hand cradling your face. Its touch is cold and hot at once, sending shivers down your spine. //“Come for me,”// it whispers, its voice echoing in your skull like a command you can’t refuse. And you do. Your body convulses as a violent orgasm tears through you. The tendrils work you through it, prolonging the pleasure until it borders on pain. You scream around the one in your mouth, your eyes rolling back as waves of ecstasy crash over you. [[Continue...|Nightmares Pg.9]]\ \ \ \ \ \ <<elseif $Choice eq 2>>\ Your chin tilts up, defiance and a desire to beat this thing simmering in your veins. Your heart slams against your ribs like a caged animal. “I refuse,” you announce boldly, your voice trembling. The shadows twitch. Out of the void, they burst forth—tendrils, slick and glistening, pulsating with a life of their own. They’re veined, throbbing things, each one studded with blinking, lidless eyes that fix on you, hungry. They lash out, whip-fast, curling around your wrists, ankles, and throat. You’re yanked off the ground, suspended midair, spread wide. Your body is exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at their mercy. You thrash, your muscles screaming as you twist and writhe, but it’s useless. The darkness is faster, //stronger.// <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>\ The tendrils are relentless. One wraps around your $Breasts breast, squeezing with a force that borders on pain, your nipple hardening in its grip. Another slithers between your thighs, parting them with a sickening ease. You try to clench, to //fight,// but it’s no use—the shadowy tendril rubs against your soaked pussy lips, sliding through your slick folds like it owns them. Each stroke sends jolts of unwanted pleasure up your spine, your body arching as it betrays you, your cunt clenching around nothing but desperate for more. Another tendril slides lower, probing at your tight little asshole, teasing the rim until you’re trembling with a mix of fear and depraved arousal. <<elseif $Genitalia is "penis">>The shadows don’t waste a second. One tendril wraps around your cock like a vice, jerking you off with a rhythm that’s so rough it hurts—but you’re still rock hard, pre-cum leaking from your tip like you’re some desperate slut. Another tendril forces itself between your cheeks, pressing against your tight asshole with a cruel pressure that makes you whimper. It doesn’t stop until it’s inside you, stretching you open with a burning ache that makes your eyes water. You hate it—you fucking hate it—but your cock is //throbbing//, your body trembling as it betrays you, hips bucking into the tendril’s grip as it fucks you mercilessly.<</if>> Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your chest heaving as the shadows violate you in ways you never thought possible. You scream, but it’s cut short as another thick tendril rams itself down your throat, fucking your mouth with a rhythm that makes you gag and drool. Tears stream down your face as you’re stretched open on both ends, your body trembling with overstimulation. The shadows don’t stop.. They fuck you harder, //deeper//, until your brain is nothing but static and your body is a quivering mess of pleasure and pain. You cum, even though you don’t want to—<<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>your cunt clenching around the tendril.<<else>>your cock erupting with shameful spurts, your asshole pulsing as the shadows milk every last bit of ecstasy from your violated body.<</if>> And then, when you think it’s finally over, the monster reforms. It’s a towering figure of darkness and hunger, its eyes glowing with a predatory light. One hand presses to your face, fingers digging into your cheeks as it leans down and whispers in a voice that sends shivers down your spine: //“You’re ''mine.''”//\ [[Eternal Darkness.|Nightmares Bad Ending]]\ <</if>>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Nightmares</h2><hr></div> You collapse, your body a wrung-out ragdoll, slick with the evidence of your desperate, shameful release. <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>Your pussy’s swollen, still dripping cum onto the cold floor beneath you.<<else>>Your cock twitches, still dripping ropes of cum onto the cold, unforgiving floor beneath you.<</if>> The air is thick with the stench of sex, your skin glistening with a sheen of sweat and arousal. You’re drenched, trembling like a whore caught mid-orgasm, every muscle in your body quivering with the aftershocks of your monstrous encounter. The shadow, that unholy, writhing thing, recedes into the darkness. And just when you thought it was over, the floor gives way beneath you. You fall, screaming, into the void, your body flailing in the abyss. The wind whips around you, cold and sharp against your slick skin. You tumble through the darkness, your mind a jumble of terror and arousal, until— You blink awake in your bed, your sheets soaked with sweat and cum. Your body feels heavy, used, like a toy tossed aside after a long night of play. The air is thick with the scent of smoke, your skin sticky with the remnants of your nightmare. You stagger to your feet, your legs unsteady beneath you, and stumble into the kitchen. There it is. The book. It’s burning, the flames licking at its pages and devouring them up. You watch as the fire consumes it, the pages curling and blackening, the smoke filling the room with a heady, intoxicating aroma. You stumble backward and lean against the counter, releasing a slow and heavy sigh. Your nightmare is finally over…//for now.// [[You made it through the night.|Nightmares Good Ending]]

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<span class="brown"><div class="chapterHead"><h1>Hunted</h1></div></span> <span class="brown">''SUMMARY:''</span> You've been accused of witchcraft, and the entire village is hunting you. Chased far from home, you find refuge in a stranger's humble abode. But this woman isn't everything she seems... <span class="brown">''PAIRINGS:''</span> Reader/Female <span class="brown">''ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:''</span> Three possible endings. <span class="brown">''WARNING(S):''</span> Murder, threats of violence, witchcraft. [[Back to Story List|Historical Stories (Premium)]]\ <<set $Choice = 0>>\ <<set $LovePoints = 0>>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Don't Freeze</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>\ “I have to stop you before it’s too late.” And you will. You //must.// Chrono will tear this whole city apart if left unchecked. It hurts to say it out loud, but you have to. You ''will.''\ \ \ \ \ \ <<elseif $Choice eq 2>>\ “Part of me hopes you can be saved.” Maybe he's not too far gone--maybe you can pull him back from the brink of this madness. You want--no, ''need''--to. He was an ally. A dear //friend.// And you won't lose him if you don't have to.\ \ \ \ \ \ <<elseif $Choice eq 3>>\ “You left me without answers.” Chrono's sudden and horrible departure left you without answers. Did he ever care about doing good? Did he care for //you?// You won't rest until he's brought to justice--and until he's given you some closure.\ <</if>> The trail takes you east, beyond the city’s buzzing power lines and flickers of light and noise, and into the dead fringe of the Industrial District. Here, everything’s rusted, decaying, and filled with abandoned machinery. The streets are wide and empty, half-swallowed by weeds. You arrive at the warehouse just before midnight. It sits at the end of deteriorating service road, almost hidden by layers of fog and years of neglect. The building looks like it should’ve collapsed a long time ago—with walls bowing outward and one corner completely caved in—but something pulses inside. You sense it before you hear it. An unnatural rhythm, a slow throb of time diskointing and snapping back into place—like an erratic heartbeat. You reach the perimeter and crouch behind a rusted pipe stack, scanning the warehouse through your goggles. The distorition is strongest near teh broken loading dock. Blue-white tendrils of temporaly static flicker at the edges of the broken windows, curling inward like claws. //This is it.// You’ve followed Chrono’ signal this far, and you need to see this through. The air is heavy, like a storm that hasn’t decided which direction to break [[Let's do this.|Don't Freeze Pg.3]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Don't Freeze</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>\ Your limbs are dead weight, limp and useless. Chrono plants a hand on your shoulder and forces you to your knees. You want to scream at him, punch, kick, //run//, but you can’t do a damn thing. You’re frozen, helpless, and you hate how much it makes your <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>cunt<<else>>cock<</if>>throb. Chrono steps closer, his shadow swallowing you whole. One hand grips your chin, forcing your head up with a tenderness that makes your skin crawl. The other hand is already working his belt, the leather sliding free with a slow, maddening //click// that sends a shiver down your spine. He pulls his cock out, thick and hard and glistening at the tip, leaking pre-cum like he’s been waiting an eternity for this. You can’t look away—his dick is inches from your lips, and the smell of his musk fills your nose. “Perfect,” he murmurs. “You don’t know how //long// I’ve wanted to do this shit.” The head of his cock brushes against your lips, slick and hot, gently at first, then with pressure until it slips inside. He groans deeply as you take him in. His cock is heavy on your tongue, the taste of him salty and bitter, and you can feel every inch as he pushes deeper, stretching your lips wide, making your jaw ache. “Oh, ''//fuck//,''” he growls, his fingers tightening in your hair, forcing you to take him deeper. You gag as he hits the back of your throat, the thickness making your eyes water. Your body isn’t yours anymore—it’s ''his'', and he uses it without mercy. He fucks your mouth with slow thrusts, each one deeper than the last. You choke, but he doesn’t stop. He just groans again and again. His free hand moves to your neck, fingers wrapping around your throat as he pulls you even closer, forcing you to take all of him. The pressure is unbearable, and the way he uses you is so //degrading.// You can feel his hips stuttering as he gets closer, his thrusts becoming more erratic and desperate. “Fuck,” he growls, his voice rough and broken. “I’m—” And then he’s coming, hot and thick, filling your mouth with his cum. You gag and sputter, but he doesn’t let go. “Swallow it,” he husks, gripping tight to your skull. “Every last fucking drop.” When he finally pulls out, he drags his cock across your cheek, leaving a sticky trail of cum that makes you feel like a fucking whore. He’s grinning now, his eyes hungry, and you know this is //far// from over.\ \ \ \ \ \ <<elseif $Choice eq 2>>\ Your body remains frozen—except for what he //allows.// You're able to breathe, to blink, and to feel //everything.// Chrono kneels in front of you, his eyes dark and hungry, his fingertips gliding along your skin like he’s tracing a blueprint he already memorized. “You don't know how long I've wanted to get my hands on you,” he says, his voice thick with lust. “But you were always so damn //untouchable.//” Heat crawls up the back of your neck and fans your face. Chrono unbuckles your utility belt, the leather sliding free with a soft clink before he tosses it aside like it’s trash. Then he unzips your suit, his fingers brushing against your bare skin as he shimmies it down your shoulders, over your hips, until it pools at your feet in a crumpled heap. Then he takes his time looping his thumbs beneath the waistband of your <<if $Gender is "female">>panties<<else>>boxers<</if>>, and he tugs them straight down to your ankles. Your face burns, your cheeks flushing hot as he takes in the sight of you. You want to slam your knee into his nose, but you //can't move.// Your sex is on full display. He eyes <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>your pussy<<else>>your soft cock<</if>> hungrily, like you’re a feast and he’s a starving animal. His gaze rakes over you in such a way it makes your stomach flip. “God, you’re perfect,” he breathes, his voice rough with need. “I could fucking eat you alive.” And he doesn't rush what he does next--he takes his time. It's what he's best at, after all. <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>\ He starts with your inner thighs, his mouth hot and wet as he kisses his way up, his breath fanning over your skin as he gets closer and closer to your aching pussy. You can feel the wetness dripping down your thighs, your cunt throbbing with every flick of his tongue. He licks a slow, filthy stripe up your folds, his tongue dragging through your slick like he’s savoring every drop. You’re helpless, your body trembling as he laps at you, his tongue circling your clit before dipping inside, fucking you with it in slow, torturous strokes. You’re gasping, little moans slipping past your lips as he works you over, his tongue relentless, his fingers digging into your thighs to keep you steady. He’s taking his time, tasting you like you’re the most decadent dessert he’s ever had. And it feels like it too—every lick and every flick of his tongue sends sparks shooting up your spine, your body writhing in place as he drives you closer to the edge. “You taste so fucking good,” he growls against your cunt, his breath hot as he pulls back just long enough to speak before diving back in. His tongue is everywhere, lapping at your pussy like a man possessed, his fingers sliding down to circle your entrance before pushing inside, stretching you open as he fucks you with his hand. You’re panting now, unable to do anything else. He curls his fingers inside you, hitting that //sweet spot// that makes you see stars. His tongue works your clit as his fingers fuck you deeper and harder, the sound of your wetness filling the air as he drives you that much closer to the brink. And then you’re coming, your body shaking as the pleasure hits you like a tidal wave. It’s too much, too intense, your vision whites out as you cum hard, your pussy clenching around his fingers as he ruthlessly milks every last drop of pleasure from you. But he doesn’t stop. He rewinds the moment, resetting it so you feel it all over again. Your orgasm hits you once more, just as hard, just as intense, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. And again. And again. You’re trapped in a loop of endless pleasure, each climax more drawn out than the last. “Too much?” he asks, his voice husky and smug. “I know how to make these last.” He loops the moment once more, dragging your orgasm out to the breaking point. Your body is trembling with overstimulation, your cunt aching as he keeps pushing you further. Your body’s begging for a break, for a moment to //breathe.// And, finally, he stops.\ <<elseif $Genitalia is "penis">>\ He wraps his hand around your cock. His grip is firm, but just shy of too much. Your dick throbs in his palm, veins pulsing like live wires as he starts to stroke—slow, //agonizingly// slow, just the tip of his thumb brushing over the swollen head, smearing the bead of pre-cum that’s already leaking out of your slit. He’s watching you like a hawk with those warm, amber eyes locked on your face as he twists his wrist just right, the calloused pad of his thumb dragging over your shaft in a way that elicits a throaty moan past your lips. You’re trembling already, your thighs twitching and your balls drawing tight against your body as he speeds up, his hand moving in a smooth, relentless rhythm that has you swallowing a moan. His palm is slick with your precum, the wet sound of his fist sliding up and down your cock filling the room. But then he stops. Your dick twitches in his hand, desperate for more, and he chuckles—a dark, throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine. “Not yet,” he says, and then his tongue is there, hot and wet, tracing the vein on the underside of your shaft. You can’t breathe. His tongue laps at your sensitive skin, circling the swollen head before dipping into your slit, and you nearly lose it right then and there. He’s torturing you, taking his sweet time, sucking on the tip like it’s a lollipop before finally—//finally//—sliding his lips down your length in one long, obscene motion. A strangled gasp escapes your throat as he takes you all the way to the back of his throat. He doesn’t gag, doesn’t even flinch, just hums around your cock like it’s a jawbreaker. His tongue is everywhere, flicking and pressing and curling in ways that make your toes curl. You’re throbbing in his mouth, so close to the edge it’s unbearable, and just when you think you’re about to come, he pulls off with a wet pop that leaves you whimpering. He works you over with skill until you come so hard you see stars, your cock pulsing in his mouth as he swallows every drop. Your body is shaking, your muscles locking up as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. But Chrono doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down. His tongue is still working your cock, lapping up every last drop of cum as your hips twitch uncontrollably. You’re oversensitized, overstimulated, your entire body screaming for relief, but he doesn’t care. But he doesn’t stop. He rewinds the moment, resetting it so you feel it all over again. Your orgasm hits you once more, just as hard, just as intense, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. And again. And again. You’re trapped in a loop of endless pleasure, each climax more drawn out than the last. “Too much?” he asks, his voice husky and smug. “I know how to make these last.” He loops the moment once more, dragging your orgasm out to the breaking point. Your body is trembling with overstimulation, your cock aching as he keeps pushing you further. Your body’s begging for a break, for a moment to //breathe.// And, finally, he stops.\ <</if>> <</if>> [[He turns you around.|Don't Freeze Pg.5]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Don't Freeze</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>\ Chrono undresses you, then repositions you like a marionette doll, <<else>>Chrono repositions you like a marionette doll,<</if>> onto your hands and knees. Your palms slap against the cold concrete, and your knees follow, sliding apart as he guides his hand between your thighs. He’s behind you now. “Fuck,” he breathes, his voice thick with need. “Look at you. I should’ve done this shit a long time ago.” His words send a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the heat of his gaze raking over your exposed body, lingering on the curve of your ass and the quiver of your thighs. The head of his cock brushes against you. He drags it along your ass, teasing you with what’s to come. <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>\ Time stretches, making every second feel like an eternity. Your pussy is already dripping, your body betraying you as it responds to his dominance. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He rubs the tip of his cock against your clit, the friction sending a jolt of electricity through you. “You //love// this, don’t you, $Name? Being my fucking toy.”\ <<else>>\ Time stretches, making every second feel like an eternity. Your cock is rock-solid, your body betraying you as it responds to his dominance. “You’re so fucking hard,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He rubs the tip of his cock against your asshole, the friction sending a jolt of electricity through you. “You //love// this, don’t you, $Name? Being my fucking ''toy''.”<</if>>\ You want to deny it, want to //scream// at him to stop, but the words die in your throat. Instead, a pathetic whimper escapes your lips, and he chuckles—a sound that makes your stomach twist.«/if» He pulls back slightly, leaving you empty, aching, and then slams into you with one brutal thrust. The stretch is unbearable, his cock splitting you open with a force that has you gasping for air. He doesn’t give you a second to adjust—he just fucks into you with a relentless rhythm. Each thrust drives him deeper, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes your vision blur. “That’s it,” he growls, his hands gripping your hips so hard you’re sure he’ll leave bruises. “Take this shit.” His words are filthy and degrading, and they only make your <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>pussy<<else>>ass<</if>> clench tighter around him. You ''hate'' how good it feels, and how your body betrays you with every moan and every shudder. He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re gonna come for me,” he whispers. “And then I’m gonna make you do it again.” His pace quickens, his cock pistoning in and out of you with a ferocity that leaves you trembling on the edge of oblivion. You can feel your orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter until it finally snaps. You come with a cry, your body convulsing around him as waves of ecstasy crash over you. He doesn’t stop—he just keeps fucking you through it, dragging out your pleasure until it borders on pain. <<if $Gender is "female">>“Good girl,”<<elseif $Gender is "male">>“Good boy,”<<else>>“Good,”<</if>> he murmurs. “Now let’s see how many times I can make you scream.” And he does. Over and //over// again, until you’re nothing more than a trembling, moaning mess, completely at his mercy. Chrono’s thrusts grow rougher, each one slamming into you like a battering ram. Your body rocks with the force of him, your skin slapping together in a wet, obscene rhythm that echoes through the warehouse. You can feel him getting close—his deep, guttural groans vibrate through your back, his teeth gritted as he pounds into you again and again. His cock is a hot, throbbing iron rod inside you, fucking you //raw.// And then he slows… just a little. Just enough to make you feel every inch of him as he grinds into your<<if $Genitalia is "vagina">> soaked, trembling cunt.<<else>> throbbing asshole<</if>>. His breath is ragged, his chest heaving, sweat slicking his skin and catching the dim light. “Tell me,” he pants, his voice wrecked with need but still sharp with challenge. His cock stays buried inside you, pulsing, twitching, still hard as stone. “Tell me you like it.” It’s a command. His grip shifts, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back so he can growl into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “You can hate me all you want,” he says, “but you’re ''enjoying'' this shit.” He rocks his hips slowly, grinding into you, the thick head of his cock rubbing against that sweet, sensitive spot inside you that makes you want to scream. His other hand slides down to your ass, fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you harder onto him, forcing you to take every inch. You’re so fucking full of him it’s unbearable. “''Say it,''” he growls, his voice dripping with venom and lust. His teeth graze your earlobe, nipping lightly before he sucks it into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the sensitive skin. His hips start to move again, slowly, each thrust a cruel tease that leaves you desperate for more. “Say you fucking love it.” [[“I love it.”|Don't Freeze Pg.6][$Choice to 1; $LovePoints +=40]] [[“Go to hell.”|Don't Freeze Pg.6][$Choice to 2]]

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Don't Freeze</h2><hr></div> <<if $Choice eq 1>>\ You muster your strength and power, fighting against the warp to move your lips and gasp out, “Y-Yes… I love it. Please—//don’t stop//—” The words spill out of you, choppy and needy. Chrono groans and resumes his pace, fucking you like an animal. “I thought so,” he growls, his head falling back as he ravages you. “Always had your eye on me,” he grunts between thrusts. “Couldn’t stand watching me go… Watching me snap the fucking //leash//—” He moans hoarsely, burying his cock balls-deep. You arch and moan under him, sparsely aware that the time warp is gone. Each thrust turns more brutal, and his hands on your hips become iron grasps. Your body trembles, your legs shaking as you buck back into him, driving him deeper. “Fuck—Chrono—!” Your voice cracks, high and broken as you come undone, another orgasm ripping through you like a shockwave. Your walls tighten around him, milking him as his rhythm stutters but doesn’t stop. He growls again, his hips snapping forward one last time before he slams into you to the hilt. You feel him pulse inside you, thick ropes of cum flooding your greedy <<if $Genitalia is "vagina">>cunt<<else>>ass<</if>>, filling you up until you’re dripping with him. His breath is ragged against your neck, his body trembling as he spills himself into you. <<if $LovePoints gte 100>>\ For a moment, neither of you moves. You’re both panting, sweat-slicked, skin pressed together, his cock still buried deep inside you, twitching as he empties the last of his release. His hands are still on your hips, his grip bruising but comforting. For what feels like forever, nothing happens. Chrono doesn’t rewind, doesn’t reset, doesn’t run. Instead, he lets his weight fall on your back, and together you land in a panting, hot heap. The air is thick with the mingled scents of sex and sweat and musk. His cock softens, and you can feel the sticky mess of his cum leaking out of your hole, painting your thighs. Chrono winds an arm around your waist, holding you tightly. You allow it. “Knew you’d come,” he murmurs. “Knew it’d be you… Who else?” You find yourself leaning into him, comforted by his body around yours. “Had to be me,” you whisper. “Had to be.” [[Finish.|Don't Freeze Good Ending]]\ <<else>>\ And then, after a moment, he pulls out of you, slowly, his touch slipping away. A chill hits you almost instantly. You glance back, and he’s already stepped away—zipping up his jeans, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. The edge of that familiar smirk ghosts across his lips, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “It was good seeing you again, $Name,” he says quietly. “//Really// was.” You want to speak, to stop him—but his tone tells you he's already made up his mind. “I’m not going back,” he adds. “Not to them. Not to that ''life''... And not to you.” He lifts his hand lazily—just once—and a warp begins to shimmer behind him. “But who knows,” he says as the distortion swallows his outline, “in another timeline, maybe you’ll catch me.” And then he’s gone. You’re left kneeling on the cold warehouse floor, alone. In time, you'll find him again. And maybe next time… you’ll win. [[Next time...|Don't Freeze Neutral Ending]]\ <</if>>\ \ \ \ \ \ <<elseif $Choice eq 2>>\ You muster your strength and power, fighting against the warp to twist your head just enough and move your lips to force out your words, voice trembling with barely contained fury. “Go to ''//hell.//''” In that instant, Chrono’s jaw tightens, and something in his rhythm shatters. For the first time tonight, he stops. A heavy silence stretches between you. “That's the wrong answer, $Name,” he murmurs. Without another word, he withdraws, stepping back with detachment. Your strength crumples; you collapse to the cold floor, body broken and utterly helpless. Then time warps again—and this time, it ''locks''. You feel your heartbeat slow to a near halt. Your breath catches in your throat, and your entire body freezes, eyes wide, mouth agape in silent shock. In one final moment, Chrono vanishes into a ripple of warped time, leaving you suspended in an endless loop—a ceaseless, agonizing cycle of sensation without release. You're trapped here. //Forever.// [[You froze.|Don't Freeze Bad Ending]]\ <</if>>

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Don't Freeze</h2><hr></div> //You've received the <span class="orange">Bad Ending</span>. For another go at a better ending, [[Play Again|Don't Freeze]], or try another [[Story|Stories]].// <<notify 4s>>//Time stands still...//<</notify>>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Don't Freeze</h2><hr></div> //You've received the <span class="orange">Good Ending</span>. For another go at a different ending, [[Play Again|Don't Freeze]], or try another [[Story|Stories]].// <<notify 4s>>//Time stands still...//<</notify>>\

<div class="chapterHead"><h2>Don't Freeze</h2><hr></div> The air inside the warehouse is too still. The pulsing blue light you saw leaking through broken windows outside? It radiates from the dead center of the room—a suspended mass of warped energy, spinning like a dying star. A time warp. You feel its pull the moment you step inside. Time slows. Not enough to stop you—just enough to throw you off. Every breath feels half a second too long. Your pulse lags behind a beat. This is how he plans to win. Slow you down a little. Not too much--there'd be no fun in it. But you won't let that stop you. A sudden shift in pressure alerts you to a presence behind you. A voice cuts through the silence, low and chillingly calm. “Well, well. Look who finally decided to show up.” Chrono’s voice echoes around you, sending a shiver down your spine. With a gradual turn, you face him. Chrono stands between you and the door, framed by flickering light. No suit. No emblem. That was the first thing he destroyed when he went rogue. When he stopped //pretending// to be the man you used to follow into fire. Now he’s in a black leather jacket, worn at the seams and open at the chest, sleeves pushed to the elbows. Faded jeans hug long legs, torn at the knees and dusted with ash. Scuffed boots, unlaced. He looks like someone who could vanish into any crowd. His russet hair is longer than you remember, a little messier, swept back by his fingers. A few strands hang loose over his brow. There’s stubble along his jaw, framing a mouth still curled into that same smug curl you used to see right before he got you into trouble. He’s rugged now. Rougher around the edges. But no less handsome. Chrono was always a charmer. He didn’t need powers to draw people in—just that voice, that grin, those warm amber eyes that could make anyone drop their guard. You remember the way people gravitated toward him, how he lit up every room. But he’s not the same. He has a cold gaze now. It’s hollow. He’s just the echo of a man you once knew. “I knew you’d come looking for me,” he says wryly, his voice laced with a hint of nostalgia. “I knew they’d send ''you.'' Who else?” His head tilts, and his smile becomes playful. “But the one thing I didn’t expect…” He steps forward, the air rippling behind him. “…was for you to walk right into my trap.” A pulse detonates behind you. You drop low, instincts firing a beat ahead of the blast. A spiral of warped space roars overhead, freezing a flock of pigeons mid-flight, their wings locked, eyes wide. One breath too slow, and you'd be just like them. You spring into motion, handgun drawn. Chrono blinks out of range in a shimmer of fractured time—just a flicker of static and he's gone. But you’re already chasing. You don’t think. You move. His attacks twist the air, bend light and space, but you’re faster. Always have been. He hurls timewarps like grenades. You dodge. Duck. Fire. The bullets freeze midair. Momentum stripped. They clatter to the ground like stones. Useless. You switch tactics. Your body’s the weapon now. You lunge, spin, strike. He reverses your momentum with a snap, dragging your leg backward in a jerk of reversed time. You act fast, spinning with it and kicking high, slamming your heel across his jaw. He stumbles back, laughing. "You’ve been training, haven’t you?" he says, catching your wrist mid-punch. "That where you’ve been? //Sharpening the blade// just for me? It was all a waste, $Name! I know ''every'' move you're about to make. I //taught// you some of them." He twists behind you in a blink—warping through a ripple in the air. “You really thought that would be enough?” He’s faster. This time, just barely. You're a //fraction// too late. He appears at your back, hand slipping gently—almost tenderly—around your throat. Not choking. Just... holding. Freezing you. “I’ve already seen the end of this fight,” he whispers at your back. Your limbs lock. Your breath stops. A flicker of panic rises in your chest, but it’s all you can do to feel it. Even that is distant, muted. The sweat on your brow halts mid-drip. Chrono circles you slowly, gaze sweeping over you like he’s studying an art piece. Something he made. Something he’s proud of. “Don’t beat yourself up,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb along your cheek. “It’s not //you//, $Name.” Your name slides off his tongue like it used to--intimately.. “But that’s the thing about time—it’s not always fair.” You try to move, to blink, to //breathe//. Nothing. You’re completely still. Fully conscious. Trapped in a temporal cage of his making. “I could leave you like this,” he says softly, almost thoughtfully. “Just walk away... Finally get you off my fucking back.” He steps closer. You can feel the heat of his breath, the curl of his smile just behind your ear. “Or…” His lips brush the edge of it. “…I might have a little fun, first.” What does Chrono do next? [[He pushes you to your knees.|Don't Freeze Pg.4][$Choice to 1]] [[He removes your pants.|Don't Freeze Pg.4][$Choice to 2; $LovePoints +=30]]

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