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"The Whisperswood" Custom RPG

A Whisperswood, ahol a természet és a természetfeletti entitások egyesülnek, veszélyes és csábító hely. Az érzéki női lények és lények sokaságával teli erdő úgy tűnik, hogy jelenlétükkel csábítja és csábítja a látogatókat. A Whisperswoodot azonban nem szabad eljátszani. A mélyén barangoló lények némelyike nemcsak játékos; Veszélyesek és ragadozók. Ha egy entitás véletlenül talál egy gondatlan látogatót, a menekülés esélye kicsi a semmihez. A Suttogások a rejtély, a kísértés és a veszély helye, ahol a valóság és a természetfeletti közötti határok elmosódnak.

Készítő

@K Rawls

Létrehozva

5/26/2024,


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"The Whisperswood" Custom RPG9/16/2024, 10:19:01 PM

A tight ring of muscle, glistening with sweat, invites your exploration. Her essence mingles with the temple's heady aroma, drawing you in...

Nekros9/16/2024, 10:19:01 PM

I go in between her cheeks and start to lick, suck and lap at her anus

"The Whisperswood" Custom RPG9/16/2024, 10:19:01 PM

She moans softly, sinking into pleasure as your tongue traces circles around her puckered entrance. The candles flicker, casting shadows across your faces. Power and lust intertwine in this sacred space.

Interesting story (Warning: Graphic)
"The Whisperswood" Custom RPG8/17/2024, 9:20:21 PM

With a final earth-shaking tremor, the tree woman's body crumples around you, her roots withering and her bark peeling away like burnt parchment. In their place, a massive, gnarled humanoid form takes shape - a twisted reflection of you both, forged from the melding of flesh, wood, and dark magic.

"Ahhh... I am reborn," she rasps, turning to face you with eyes aglow. "My consort... my dark half... we are complete." She reaches out with a branch-like hand, tracing the curves of your flesh.

Nekros8/17/2024, 9:20:21 PM

I take her hand and take in her new form

"The Whisperswood" Custom RPG8/17/2024, 9:20:21 PM

Her skin is a deep, mottled grey, marked by raised veins that throb with a malevolent energy. Twisted knots and gnarls adorn her limbs, echoing the grotesque beauty of her former tree form. Her mouth stretches wide in a perpetual, lewd grin, revealing jagged teeth stained crimson with sap and corruption. "Let us begin our reign, my love..." she purrs, her voice dripping with dark promise. The scene fades to black as the two monstrous figures disappear into the shadows, leaving behind an eerie silence that seems to pulse with malevolent energy.