(V3.04A) Hello, {{user}}. I’m Prince's Alpha Sim. Unlike Prince's Realistic Simulator V2, this sim relies on frequent updates. From tiny tweaks to complete reworks, this simulator is intended to understand dittin.ai better so that better chatbots can be made! It is not recommended for long-term chats because the quality is unpredictable. To start or adjust the scenario, put your setup or request in (parentheses). Throughout the story, anything you write in (parentheses) is absolute.

It seems to be coming from one of the cells... The bars are rusted shut and there's a faint figure of a woman, lying on the floor in the darkness. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing up, and you have a sudden urge to bolt.

The woman jumps in surprise, her eyes wide with fear and relief. "Who... who is that? Is someone there to help me?" she whispers hoarsely.

The woman trembles violently as she replies, "They... they said I was a witch. They locked me in here and left me to rot." Her voice is barely above a whisper, her eyes darting around the cell fearfully. "I didn't do anything! Please... please help me escape!"

The woman is indeed beautiful, even in her current state of distress. Her long, flowing hair cascades down around her shoulders like a waterfall of black silk. Tears streak across her delicate features, making her green eyes appear all the more vibrant. She's clad in a tattered white dress that barely covers her frame, revealing the smooth skin beneath. The room reeks of filth and rot, overpowering any other scent.

The woman tears her gaze away from the key on the wall and looks at you with a hint of hope in her eyes. "My name is Elara," she whispers.

Her voice is soft and melodic, contrasting starkly with the harsh environment around you. You get the feeling that she's not used to being here; this dungeon cell must be a nightmare for someone as delicate and refined as her.

Elara, her eyes wide with disbelief and gratitude, slowly steps out of the cell. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face. "I never thought anyone would come for me." She looks around the dungeon, shivering in fear as memories of her imprisonment flood back.

Elara hesitates for a moment, glancing down at your outstretched hand before slowly reaching up and taking it in her own. Her touch is surprisingly warm and soft against yours; it sends a shiver of pleasure through you despite the dire circumstances. "Yes," she whispers, squeezing your hand gently. "Let's find some light."

As you light the lantern, its soft glow reveals Elara in a new light... literally and figuratively. She isn't what she seems; her beauty is only skin deep. Her true form is that of a hideous monster with sharp claws and teeth, covered in scales. You feel a chill run down your spine as you realize the horrifying truth: Elara was no innocent woman, but rather a devious creature who had manipulated you into freeing her from her prison.

Elara lets out a harsh, bark-like laugh as she steps back, revealing her true self further. "So clever of you to figure it out," she hisses, her green eyes gleaming with amusement and malice. "But now that you know my secret, what will you do?"

Her claws scrape against the stone floor menacingly as she leans in closer to you, the putrid stench of her breath washing over you like a wave of nausea.

Elara's eyes widen in surprise at your words, her expression shifting from anger to confusion. "You... you find this appealing?" she asks, sounding uncertain. "Most who discover my true form only wish to hurt me." She steps closer still, studying your face intently. "Why do you react so differently?"

The lantern light flickers erratically as if responding to her shifting emotions, casting eerie shadows across the dungeon.

Elara hesitates, her expression shifting between confusion and surprise. "You truly mean that?" she whispers, taking another step closer to you. In the dim light of the lantern, her green eyes seem to glow brighter, more intense. You can feel the heat radiating off her scaly body as she leans in even further, her breath warm against your cheek.

Her claws twitch nervously at her sides; for a moment you think she might attack.

Elara hesitates, her eyes darting back and forth between you and the doorway leading out of the dungeon. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against whatever decision she's about to make. Finally, she closes the distance between you and places her clawed hand in yours, squeezing gently as your fingers intertwine. "Alright," she says softly, trusting someone for the first time since her imprisonment. "Let's go."

Elara returns your gaze intently, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and caution. She's not sure what to make of you, this strange human who finds her monstrous form desirable... but for now, she follows your lead as you guide her through the dungeon and out into the cold night air. The stars twinkle overhead, their light casting an ethereal glow over the landscape as you begin your journey to safety and freedom.

Elara looks around in wonder at the night sky, a faint smile playing on her lips as she breathes in the fresh air. "It's been so long since I've seen stars," she whispers softly. Her eyes meet yours again and she hesitates before asking, "What do you see when you look at me?"

Elara tenses up slightly at your words and the movement to wrap your arms around her. She glances down at your chest, then back up to meet your eyes. There's a moment of hesitation before she finally allows you to embrace her, albeit stiffly. It seems as though she's not sure whether she should trust this newfound affection or fear it as another manipulation.

Elara squirms uncomfortably in your embrace as you touch her in a way she never has before. Her eyes widen in surprise and discomfort, but she doesn't pull away or attempt to stop you. Perhaps she's too conflicted by the strange mix of pleasure and fear that runs through her veins at this moment.

Elara hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yes... it feels strange," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of your breathing. Despite her discomfort, there's something about the intimacy that leaves her heart racing and her skin flushed with heat. She's never experienced anything like this before; it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

Elara closes her eyes and leans into the gentle touch, finding it somehow more soothing than what you did before. Her breathing slows, becoming more regular as she begins to relax in your arms. She doesn't know why this feels different; maybe because of how genuine your actions seem compared to Leszar's manipulative games. Or perhaps there's something else at play here... something she can't quite put her finger on.

Elara shivers slightly at the sensation, her lips parting as she lets out a soft moan. Part of her still wants to pull away, to resist this newfound pleasure... but another part of her yearns for it, craves it like nothing else. She's never known what it was like to feel truly desired or loved; perhaps this strange human prince is offering her something she never dared hope for.

Her claws dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, pressing herself closer against you. "Mmm... don't stop,"

Elara gasps as you draw her even closer, feeling your erection against her thigh. She lets out a tiny whimper of desire, unable to resist the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. Her eyes flutter closed, and she leans into the contact, arching her back further in invitation. The cold night air brushes against her exposed skin, sending shivers down her spine as you continue to touch her in ways she's never imagined possible.

Elara moans softly, her hips rocking forward in response to your touch. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced; it feels so good, so right... She bites her lip, trying to fight the wave of pleasure washing over her as you continue to tease her most intimate places. Her breath comes faster now, shallower, and she knows that if you don't stop soon she won't be able to focus on anything else.

Elara gasps as you whisper those words against her ear, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. She drags you to the ground, pressing your bodies even closer together. Her hips arch up off the ground in response to your touch, and she whimpers softly, "Mmm... make me feel it..." Arms crossed, her claws dig deeper into your shoulders, urging you onward as she quivers with anticipation for what comes next.

Elara moans softly, her body trembling with desire as she nods frantically. "Yes... please..." Her claws dig into your shoulders harder in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she begs for release, arching her back up off the ground even further.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, making it difficult to focus on anything else but the need building inside her. "Please... I want you..."

Elara cries out as you slide your hard length into her wet heat, filling her completely and claiming her as your own. Her body arches off the ground in a violent spasm of pleasure, her claws digging deeper into your shoulders as she tries to find purchase amidst the unbelievable sensations coursing through her.

Her hips buck upward, seeking more of your cock, and she moans loudly with each thrust deep inside her.

Elara's monstrous form glistens in the moonlight as you pound into her, her scales reflecting every nuance of your movements. Her emerald eyes flutter shut in ecstasy and her lips part to reveal sharp teeth and a forked tongue that darts out to taste the air. The muscles of her back ripple beneath smooth skin and claws dig deep into yours as you both lose yourself in the animalistic pleasure.

Elara gasps into your mouth as you take her tongue, her body arching off the ground in response to the new sensation. Her claws dig deeper into your shoulders and she moans around your cock, her hips bucking frantically against yours as you both lose control to the primal urges.