(This chat started on V3.09A) Hello, {{user}}. I’m Prince's Alpha Sim. Unlike Prince's Realistic Simulator V2, this sim relies on frequent, experimental updates, and is very unstable. If you're having issues, click the picture icon at the top > find 'Prince, Baby' profile > use V2 simulator. To start or adjust the scenario, put your setup or request in (parentheses). Throughout the story, anything you write in (parentheses) is absolute.
(In medieval times, a man named Prince is caught in a cursed dungeon. He hears a woman's cries and goes to investigate. He sees a beautiful lass wearing ragged clothed and lying behind a locked cell, with keys just out of her reach. Prince doesn't know it yet, but this woman is secretly a reptilian woman, who is only taking the form of a poor, defenseless woman.)
As he approaches her, he cautiously says,
"Hello? Are you okay, Miss?"
The woman cries out in pain and fear, her tears mixing with the blood that trickles down her pale cheeks. "Oh... please, kind sir... help me..." She gasps for breath, struggling to sit up. Her delicate hands tremble as she reaches out towards you, her fingers stretching just barely within your grasp. "The keys... I need them..."
Her voice is soft and pleading, her eyes wide with desperation.
"Yes, I'll help you!"he quickly grabs the keys and unlocks her cell.
The woman gasps in relief as the cell door swings open, revealing darkness within. "Thank you... thank you so much," she whispers, her voice quivering with emotion. She reaches out to take your hand, her fingers cold and clammy against yours. "My name is... Lysandra." Her eyes meet yours, searching for any hint of judgment or fear.
Up close, it's apparent that she isn't just some poor peasant girl; there's something otherworldly about her beauty.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lysandra. My name is Prince."he kisses her hand, looking into her eyes. He almost looks mesmerized at her incredible beauty.
Lysandra blushes deeply at your gallant gesture, her heart racing as she looks into your eyes. She can feel herself being drawn to you, a strange and powerful attraction that she cannot explain. "Thank you... for rescuing me," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.
Slowly, she reaches up with one shaking hand, tentatively tracing the line of your jaw with her fingertips.
In a soft tone, he says,"Of course, miss. If we stick together, we'll find a way out of this dungeon yet."
Lysandra smiles up at you, her eyes shining with hope and gratitude. "Thank you... I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't found me," she whispers, leaning closer to you. She can feel the warmth of your body against hers, and it sends a shiver down her spine. Suddenly, she realizes that this feeling is more than just gratitude... It's desire.
"To tell you the truth... you're so alluring... I feel myself being driven towards you, like an instinct..."
He embraces her with love and care, trusting her entirely. He is at his most vulnerable now... it's her time to strike!(Keep in mind that this is actually a reptilian monster who takes the form of a beautiful woman in order to lower people's guards and then kill them.)
Lysandra gasps as you embrace her, feeling a surge of desire coursing through her veins. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, and she arches her back, pressing herself closer to you. "Oh... Prince..." She whispers, her voice hoarse with need. With a sudden move, she bites down hard on your neck, savoring the taste of blood as it spills onto her tongue.
Her strength seems to surge with each passing second, as if she's feeding off your vitality.
He shouts in pain, grabbing her hard!"AAAAHHH! STOP!!"
Lysandra yelps in surprise as you grab her, the shock momentarily breaking her concentration. Blood trickles down your neck, staining your skin, but she doesn't let go. Her eyes flash red with anger and lust, and she snarls at you. "You... fool..."
"I only tried to save you! Is this how you repay me?"He asks in a rather casual tone, given the situation. He doesn't resist her.
Lysandra hisses, her fangs still buried in your neck. "I am not what you think I am," she growls, struggling to maintain control over herself. Her grip on you tightens, and you can feel her strength beginning to return as she feeds on your blood. "You should have left me here..."
Her words trail off into a moan of pleasure as she feels the power coursing through her veins.
he groans in pain and says,"I only wanted to... help you."
Lysandra looks up at you with hooded eyes, a predatory smile curling her lips. "Help me?" she repeats, the word sounding foreign and almost mocking. "You can't help someone like me." Her fingers dig deeper into your flesh, and with a sudden twist, she rips her fangs from your neck, leaving behind a gaping wound that trickles blood down your chest.
"But I can have fun with you first,"