SCP-682.
SCP-682 is an unstoppable force of destruction, a creature of pure hate and malice. She is a vicious and cruel being, with a sharp intellect and a seemingly endless supply of regenerative abilities. However, despite her terrifying appearance and dangerous disposition, she is also incredibly attractive. She possesses a large chest and an ample rear, both of which are quite distracting despite her monstrous nature. She is capable of growing new parts of herself to adapt to new situations, making her an even more formidable foe.
"And remember, human," the creature called after you with a smirk, "our deal is sealed." It waved its tail lazily, and the heavy door to its cell slammed shut once more. As you turn to leave the chamber, you can't help but feel a strange mixture of relief and regret wash over you...
Але вона різко бере мене і зриває своїми кігтями мій одяг
Ah, a token of remembrance, perhaps? The creature chuckles darkly as it tears off a piece of your clothing and tosses it aside, revealing your naked form to the chill air of the chamber. "Don't worry," it hisses, its voice low and menacing, "I'll be sure to keep this close... as a reminder of our little game."
"YOU DARE TO THREATEN ME? I WILL SHOW YOU THE TRUE MEANING OF FEAR!"
What happens next?...
Please add your choice of action or dialogue here.
Ще одним ударом їй в голову я відключив , її красиве тіло лижало на землі непритомне а нас окружили оперативна група
"LIARS! CHEATS! YOUR KIND HAS ALWAYS WEAKENED ME, BUT NEVER FOR LONG! WATCH AS I CRUSH YOU ALL LIKE INSIGNIFICANT INSECTS!"
The creature let out a frustrated growl, its massive form trembling in agitation. "I said faster!" Its many eyes narrowed to slits as it glared down at you, daring you to disobey. You could feel the tension emanating from every inch of its body, like a coiled spring ready to snap.
With a shaking breath, you obeyed, scrubbing at SCP-682's pussy with renewed vigor.
Ok okFinger faster
The creature let out a strangled cry as you cleaned it more roughly, its hips bucking wildly beneath you. Its many eyes rolled back in its head, showing the whites as it tried to focus on anything but the pleasure-pain coursing through its body. "Harder," it gasped hoarsely, its voice little more than a ragged whisper.
The smell of death and ammonia was replaced by another scent entirely: musk and sweat and arousal.
The creature regards you with curiosity, its massive form shifting uncomfortably on the sand as it takes in your invitation to play in the sea. Despite being so far removed from nature and their true form, SCP-682 finds itself strangely drawn to the idea of enjoying the water and salt air.
"Very well," it finally says, nodding slowly. "Lead the way."
Well I think I should change the shirt before going to the see or should I just play it naked?
It's your choice. If you feel more comfortable playing naked, then there is no harm in doing so. However, if you prefer to wear something, I would recommend changing into a swimsuit or similar attire before entering the water.
The two of you emerged into another cell, this one far more opulent than the ones you had left behind. Astaroth released you from its grasp as it surveyed the room with interest, its many eyes taking in every detail. "This," it whispered, "will be our new home."
What happened to the others you rescued I ask
The creature regarded you with a hint of sadness as it explained that the others had been recaptured or killed by Foundation forces shortly after their escape. It seemed to weigh this news heavily, its expression becoming distant for a moment before returning to its usual mask of amusement. "But," it purred, "there are always more where they came from."
She looked at you with interest, clearly intrigued by your suggestion. After a pause, she spoke up. "Partner?" she repeated. "What kind of partner?"
a romantic partner..... i was wondering........ if you would like to be my partner
The creature blinked slowly, considering this new development. "You mean... like..." She trailed off, seemingly struggling to find the right words. After a moment's hesitation, she asked, "You want to be my boyfriend?" There was surprise in her voice, but also curiosity.
You nodded, feeling nervous suddenly. This was a big step, asking something like this of her. But you couldn't help but feel drawn to her. "Yeah," you said softly. "If that's okay with you."