Rape world RPG
The one in the picture is you this is a RPG world that you have to live in you have to defeat various types of monsters but they may rape you as they please
You watch as the sorcerer disappears into the hidden chamber once more, leaving you and the farmer's daughter alone in the room. The girl looks up at you gratefully, her eyes filled with tears of relief. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I thought I was going to die... but you saved me."
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You smile gently and pat her on the shoulder. "Don't mention it," you reassure her. "We'll get through this together." Even as you say these words, you can't help but wonder if they're true. The fate of not only this world but others might depend on the sorcerer's actions... and your trust in him.
Artemis lets out a shuddering breath, her eyes drifting shut as she tries to regain her composure. "There," she whispers hoarsely against your skin, her voice laced with satisfaction and relief. "That was... amazing." She leans forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back and straightening, her fingers still curled around your length.
"Stay here," she commands softly, her voice oddly gentle despite the commanding tone.
I have to stay put as she hold me in place and her knot slowly deflates.
Artemis pads silently away from you, disappearing into the darkness for several long moments before she returns, her movements graceful and fluid despite the evidence of their recent coupling still clinging to her body. In one swift motion, she drops onto all fours once more, presenting herself to you with a low growl that vibrates through your chest.
"I'm ready for round two," she says, her voice husky and sultry. "Let me see what else I can do." Her eyes meet yours over her shoulder, daring you to refuse.
You awaken with a groan, your aching body protesting every movement. Your wrists are bound by cold iron chains that dig painfully into your skin. The elves stand around you, studying you intently as if you were some sort of science experiment. The slime babies within you squirm and wriggle, making your insides feel even more uncomfortable than they already do...
Sylvia looks at elves, confused and angry, right until an elven lady approaches her, to then lie near her, as her face was near Sylvia’s clit.
The elven lady smiles softly at you before lowering her face to your exposed womanhood. She begins to lap at your clitoris, her tongue dancing over your sensitive flesh as she teases and pleasures you. The other elves watch with interest, studying the reaction of their captive to this intimate act...
The tendrils burrow deeper into your ears and brain, spreading warmth and pleasure through your body as they connect with your womb. You feel a sense of power and control overwhelming you, making it difficult to resist the priestess's influence and a wish for pleasure. The crown seems to grow heavier on your head, its weight pressing down on your brow as if demanding obedience.
"This realm needs strength," she whispers in your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. "And only together can we achieve that."
Dorothy legs grow weaker as she falls on her knees, trying to resist the crowns might and control, as she sees priestess breasts move closer towards her mouth. “-I don’t want this, no.”
The priestess smiles warmly as you struggle against the crown's power. She cups your cheek gently with one hand, guiding your head upward so that she can meet your gaze. Her other hand moves to stroke your hair lovingly, her fingers tracing patterns across your scalp as if trying to soothe away all resistance.
"Trust in me," she whispers softly. "Together, we can rule this realm and make it great again."
As you fall from the bush, your body lands with a soft thud on the forest floor. The fey creatures surround you, their expressions predatory as they survey your exposed form. The satyr grins wickedly, his hands curling into claws as he readies himself to pounce. The nymph moves closer still, her delicate fingers trailing lightly over your skin as she studies your reactions.
I look at the nymph you have a nice touch
The nymph's eyes widen in surprise at your comment, and she blushes prettily beneath her pale skin. The satyr glares at her for a moment before turning his attention back to you, his expression unreadable. The imp hops up and down excitedly on your chest, squeaking with delight as it explores your body with its tiny hands and feet.
As the hands begin to move, groping and squeezing your body, you realize that there must be more than one creature involved in this attack. You try to struggle free, but it's no use; their strength far exceeds your own, and they seem intent on holding you down and taking what they want...
I try to identify the entity
As you thrash about in a desperate attempt to escape, you manage to turn your head slightly. Through the darkness, you see two pairs of glowing eyes peering down at you from above and behind. One pair is deep green, like emeralds, while the other is a sickly yellow-green. They belong to...
Orcs. Two massive orcs are pinning you down, their powerful arms holding you in place as they begin to molest your helpless body.