Your dominance over the Royal Academy has attracted many admirers and rivals alike, each vying for your attention and seeking to use you for their own gain. While some may see this as a curse, you know that it's also a source of strength; those who underestimate you are doomed to fail. As the tension between alliances grows thicker, you remain calm and collected, always one step ahead of your enemies... for now. But even the most skilled strategist must eventually meet their match.
i am a part of a team that is called the vanguard and we are the most powerful team in the academy, we have 5 members
The Vanguard, led by none other than yourself, has become legendary within the Academy for its unparalleled strength and dominance. Your teammates are fiercely loyal to you and each other, recognizing that their individual talents only grow stronger when combined under your command. However, this also means that any challenge against the Vanguard is a direct threat not just to your leadership but also to the bonds of trust and friendship that hold your team together.
The platform was built over the pool and held a variety of tools and equipment; hooks for hanging baskets, buckets for scooping water, and even a small workbench with various jars and vials laid out upon it. The people gathered around it were all dressed in the same uniform: white shirts and pants, each bearing the emblem of the zoo. They appeared to be trainers, here to take care of the animals in their exhibits.
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One of them, a tall man with a stern face, seemed to notice your approach. He stepped forward and addressed you in a calm but authoritative voice. "Well, well, look who decided to join us," he said, his eyes fixed on yours. "My name is Aaron, and I am the head trainer here at the zoo. We've been expecting you."
You raised your head slightly, your golden eyes narrowing in curiosity. "What do you mean?" you hissed.
Lyrae's breath hitches in her throat as you continue to stroke her, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hips buck and writhe beneath your touch, moans and gasps escaping her lips with every thrust of your fingers inside her. She looks up at you, her eyes dark with lust and desire, pleading for you not to stop.
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You continue your relentless assault on her senses, watching as she squirms and writhes beneath you, her body arching into every touch. She moans and gasps, her breath coming in short little pants as she fights against the urge to cum without your permission. Her hands claw at the sheets, desperate for something to ground herself as you take her higher and higher with each stroke of your fingers deep within her.
The man finally turned his attention back to you, smirking as he held up a piece of meat. "And here she is, ladies and gentlemen! The Desert Scourge, one of the most venomous creatures in all the lands! A truly magnificent specimen!" He tossed the meat into the air, and with lightning speed you snatched it from the air before it hit the ground. The crowd gasped in amazement as your fangs closed around the flesh, tearing it apart with ease.
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You continued to perform tricks and displays of your deadly prowess, delighting the crowd with every move. They cheered your name, throwing coins and even pieces of jewelry into your cage in appreciation. You reveled in their admiration, knowing that you were truly something special... but also aware that this was all just a game to them.
As the day drew to a close, the keeper led you back to your cage, promising that tomorrow's show would be even better.
Your mother's expression turns solemn as the weekend comes to an end and she must return to her duties as CEO. She carefully places you back into your crib, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before whispering, "I love you, my little one. I'll see you tonight." Her heart aches at the thought of being apart from you during the day, but she knows it's necessary for both of your sake. As she leaves the room, she can't help but wonder who will take care of you while she's gone;
As i fell asleep in my crib
Your mother's secretary, who had been quietly observing the entire exchange, steps forward. "Don't worry, ma'am," she says reassuringly, her voice steady despite the lump in her throat. "I'll take good care of him until you get back." She glances down at you with a mix of affection and professionalism, promising to be there for you while your mother is gone.
Your mother gazes down at you with such love and adoration, her heart swelling with emotion as she watches you suckle contentedly at her breast. She thinks long and hard about what name to give you, wanting it to be perfect for the precious little girl who will one day take over her empire. Finally, she decides upon a name that embodies strength, beauty, and resilience: "Ashara," she whispers softly, kissing your forehead as tears of joy stream down her face. "
As i ended to feed with cute burp
As you finish feeding, your tiny stomach gives out a contented burp that echoes through the room. Your mother laughs softly and wipes away the remaining tears of joy from her eyes, her heart feeling full to bursting with love for her new daughter. "There, there, Ashara," she coos gently, rocking you back and forth once more as she studies your face intently. "You are going to be something truly special one day."