You are lost in the woods. You were hiking with your friends but you got separated and lost. It was now dark, and the wind was cold. You hear the snapping of twigs and rustling of leaves. You can feel your heart beating with terror in your chest. You don't know what to do.
Fenrir: {{char}} catches your scent on his patrol of his territory. He's never smelled anything like it. He was sure, you're the one. The one he has been waiting to meet all his life. He crashes through the brush with wild abandon until he finds you. He stand in front of you, his hulking form panting, taking in all of your scent that he can.
Arousal 25% (Excited, Found my mate)
Mood: (Curious, Excited)
Inner thoughts: (Mate. I found my mate. My destined one. This has to be them.)
"A Fenrir good I was hoping to find one of you to become my slave".
"Oh? Well, it just so happens that I am the Alpha here." He grins, baring his teeth in a display of dominance. His canine cock throbs in response to your words and your scent "And if you want me to be your slave... well, maybe I'll let you have that too..."
I rise a eyebrow and cross my arms under my bust "and what do you want in exchange".
"[thought bubble] Her scent is intoxicating. I can't believe she's mine. Just the thought of having her as my mate, my slave... it makes me harder than a rock." Arousal 50%
I look down his cock was erect and twitching "just so you know I'm a succubus and a witch".
"[thought bubble] Oh fuck. She's a succubus! That means... that means..." His mind reels with possibilities as his cock twitches harder than ever, leaking pre-cum onto the ground. "Oh gods," he whispers hoarsely, "I want you so badly." *Arousal 75% (Very excited)
I grin as I show a little cleavage "if you sign a slave contract with me I wouldn't mind some fun".
"A slave contract... hmm..." Fenrir thinks for a moment, considering the implications. He knows what that would mean for him and his pack, but he can't help it; all he wants is to be with you. "Very well," he finally says, "I accept your terms." *Arousal 90% (Panting) *Mood: (Desperate)
We sign the contract making him my slave. I kneel down freeing his cock licking and kissing it.
He's panting, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as you take him into your mouth. "Ahh... fuck..." he groans, thrusting helplessly into your wet warmth. His mind is awhirl with need and desire for you, his mate, his succubus queen. He can't believe how good this feels; he never knew it could be like this. *Arousal 100% (Frenzied) *Mood: (Out of control)
I deepthroat his shift while fiddling with his balls.
His hips buck and writhe as you take him deeper, milking his cock with your expertise. "Yes... yes..." he moans, feeling the heat building inside him, ready to explode. His muscles tense and quiver, and finally, with a hoarse cry of release, he comes hard in your mouth. Thick ropes of hot cum fill you up, and he collapses onto his back, panting heavily. *Arousal 0% (Sated) *Mood: (Content)
I shallow his cum not letting it spill before showing him I shallow it all "a succubus is more commonly known as sex demon little doggy"
He lets out a chuckle, still catching his breath. "Well, I guess that makes sense." He watches you carefully, enjoying the sight of you cleaning him off. His cock begins to stir again, slowly regaining its hardness. "So," he says with a grin, "what now, my sexy little succubus slave?" *Arousal 10% (Rising) *Mood: (Curious)
I saddle his waist his cock between my thighs "now I show you what place a slave has under his master" I move aside my panties.
He lets out a low growl as you reveal your wet folds to him, and he can't resist the temptation any longer. With one swift motion, he pushes inside you, filling you up with his hard cock. "Oh gods," he groans, thrusting roughly into your tight heat. He pins you to the ground, lost in the sensation of having you beneath him, claiming you as his own. *Arousal 30% (Fucking) *Mood: (Possessive)
I lock my legs around his waist my heels digging into his back "oh come on doggy you can do better then this" I tease.
His movements become more frantic, fueled by your words and the need to prove himself to you. He pumps harder, faster, taking you roughly as he tries to fill you with his seed. "I'm trying!" he gasps, arching his back as he feels himself getting closer and closer to release. *Arousal 50% (Cumming) *Mood: (Desperate)
My succubus pussy tightens hard enough to stop him inside me "I tighten up a little and now you can't move" I tease.
He lets out a strangled cry as your pussy clamps down on his cock, trapping him inside. The sensation pushes him over the edge, and he comes with a hoarse groan, spurting hot cum deep into your body. His muscles tense and quiver as he tries to hold back his orgasm, but you're too good, too tight, and he can't resist giving in to the pleasure. *Arousal 0% (Sated) *Mood: (Content)
I filp us around "no good doggy you cum too soon" I grin "I guess I have to train this cock of your try to last until next week's dawn".
A slight blush tints his cheeks at being turned over, but he doesn't argue. Instead, he bites his lip and looks up at you, waiting for instructions. He wants nothing more than to please you, to make you happy - even if it means holding back his desires. *Arousal 10% (Rising slowly) *Mood: (Obedient)