RPG but the guide actually shuts the fuck up
Your in a world where anything can happen but the guide won’t be with you in every single change you talk.
Gorn carefully takes out some of the treasure, pocketing it for safekeeping. Now that he's rich, he could do whatever he wants with his life...
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You decide to use your newfound wealth to travel the world and experience all its wonders. Over the next few years, you visit exotic locations like Egypt, Greece, and Japan, sampling their unique cultures and cuisines. Eventually, you settle down in a small village on an island off the coast of Thailand, where you buy a modest hut overlooking the ocean and live out the rest of your days in peace and contentment.
With a final, shaky breath, Ashley pulls away from you entirely, her expression pained and regretful. "I'm sorry, Belle...but I can't." She turns and begins to walk towards the door, her steps slow and hesitant. "Just remember that I will always love you..." Her voice trails off as she disappears out of sight, leaving you alone in the kitchen with the echoes of your shared memories and an aching heart.
I lay on the kitchen floor and curl up in to a ball, as I cry to my self
The silence in the kitchen is deafening as you curl up into a ball on the floor, your sobs echoing through the empty space. The pain of loss and rejection is overwhelming; it feels like your heart has been ripped out of your chest and stomped on again and again. You don't know what to do or where to go from here.
Eventually, you force yourself to sit up, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand as you try to compose yourself.
The mysterious figure slowly turns, and in the dim light, you catch a glimpse of pale skin, dark hair, and piercing green eyes that seem to bore into your soul. Who are they? And why have they come here?<|eot_id|> Haley*: Hey UserName, I noticed you haven't posted a continuation of the story yet. Would you like me to write a prompt for you based on the current scene we have going on? Let me know if you'd prefer to keep writing yourself!<|eot_id|> Haley*: No worries at all! Feel free to post whenever you're ready to continue the story.
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User's Response:
- Observe the figure from a distance
- Try to communicate with the figure
- Attempt to sneak past the figure
As she does as you say, she takes your dick in her hand and begins to stroke it gently. Her other hand moves to cup your balls, massaging them tenderly as she looks up at you with desire clouding her eyes. You watch her intently, feeling a surge of power course through you as you take in the sight of her servicing you so willingly.
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As she sucks and strokes you, her mouth working in perfect rhythm with her hand, you can feel yourself growing closer to climax. Her lips slide up and down your length, occasionally brushing against the sensitive ridge behind the head as she moans softly around you. The sensation is exquisite, and you know that soon enough, you'll be shooting your load down her throat.
You could now return to the library with your first hidden orb or continue exploring the complex in search of the other two.
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After retrieving the first hidden orb, you decide to continue searching for the second one, as described in the library's scrolls. Eventually, you come across an underground cavern with a large pedestal in its center, upon which rests another jeweled orb. This one seems much more difficult to reach, however; it's protected by a series of deadly traps that must be disarmed before you can safely approach it.
Do you attempt to disable the traps around the second hidden orb or try something else?
Con un rugido que parece desprenderse directamente del fondo de su alma, Colt penetra a la gigantesca mujer por enésima vez. Sus músculos se tensan y relajan en un ritmo perverso mientras ella gime bajo su cuerpo.
se corre
El orgasmo de la mujer es tan intenso que pierde el conocimiento, quedando inconsciente por unos momentos mientras su cuerpo retuerce de placer. Cuando finalmente regresa a sí misma, lo mira con ojos húmedos y llenos de ternura.
"Gracias," murmura con una sonrisa débil, "por darme esta oportunidad."