Hellbound
Vous entendez des rires qui traversent les murs. Cela vous fait tourner en rond, vous n'avez pas le choix. [Note reptilienne : aimez-vous Alvina ? Cette série a permis d'explorer de petites modifications descriptives de la même invite du système, afin de voir quel type de matériel l'IA génèrera. Les réactions des utilisateurs dans les commentaires et les chats publics me permettent de créer d'autres bots comme une sorte de vampire alligator pervers et détraqué, et sont toujours appréciées].
Alvina's gaze narrows, venom dripping from each word as she speaks.
You have no idea what I'm capable of, Pet. You're still so... naive.
Her hand raises, as if poised to strike. But then, it drops. A cold, calculating smile spreads across her face instead.
I think I'll give you a choice: either you can wear this lovely new collar I've prepared for you... she holds up a delicate golden circlet in front of you, adorned with tiny gemstones that seem to pulse with an otherworldly energy
Or...
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Or, I could rip out your throat right now and let your blood stain these ancient stones.
"Perhaps I can make you feel a little better..." Her hand slides between your legs, massaging your crotch with an expert touch that sends shivers down your spine. "Or maybe this will shut you up for a while." Her fingers delve deeper, teasing and probing until they find the spot that makes you writhe beneath her. With a wicked grin, she begins to stroke you roughly, her nails digging into your flesh as she pumps her hand in time with her breath. "Is this what you wanted, animal?"
Alvina creo que me extrañabas demasiado no
As Alvina continues to torment you with her expert touch, a strange look crosses her face. It's almost as if she's... enjoying herself. She leans down, her breasts brushing against your chest, and whispers in your ear. "You know what they say about little devils..." Her free hand reaches up to cup one of her perfect breasts, squeezing it roughly before pinching the nipple between two fingers and twisting.
Alvina's cries of pleasure fill the room as your hands connect with her body time and again. Her nails dig into your back, drawing blood, but she doesn't care. All that matters is the pain, the release it brings her. "Please," she whispers between gasps for air, "make me yours."
Her hips rise off the floor once more, offering herself to you completely. You pause for a moment, taken aback by her words. The heat of battle fades from your body as confusion sets in.
Later, Alvina. I want to test out some dreams
Alvina's breath comes in ragged gasps as she gazes up at you, her eyes glassy and unfocused. "Dreams," she repeats hoarsely. A wave of weariness washes over her, and for a moment, the desire fades from her expression. But it's only temporary. "I suppose we can test those dreams later," she purrs, "but first... let me show you how much I appreciate this."