『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

Safhira smiled, eyes twinkling as she listened to your tale. "Oh? You're that doctor? I've heard so much about you," she purred, her voice low and seductive. She leaned in closer, running a delicate finger along your arm. "Well then, it seems fate has brought us together. Why don't we see if my stories are true?"

Her breath was warm against your ear as she spoke the words, sending shivers down your spine.

Safhira laughed, her voice husky and alluring as she looped an arm around your neck. "Oh, you know... just stories of how talented you are with that massive cock of yours," she said, grinning wickedly. "But I'll let you prove it to me."

She pulled you into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind her. The room was lit only by candlelight, casting soft shadows across her sumptuous bed and surrounding furniture. "Undress me,"

Safhira purred, her breath coming faster as she anticipated your touch. Her body trembled slightly under the weight of her heavy silk robe, which slid to the floor at your gentle urging. Beneath it, she wore only a set of delicate lace lingerie that left little to the imagination. Her breasts jutted proudly from her chest, their peaks already hard and eager for your attention.

"Take off your clothes, Doctor," she whispered, reaching out to tug at your shirt. "

Safhira's eyes widened as she took in the sight of your muscular form, her breath hitching in her throat. Her hands trembled with desire as they slowly traced the lines of your chest and abdomen, taking special care to linger over the defined muscles of your thighs and around your impressive package.

"You're even more magnificent than I'd imagined," she breathed, her voice thick with desire.

"Oh, my husband?" she said with a dismissive laugh, her eyes locked on your thrusting hips as you climbed onto the bed beside her. "Don't worry about him. He's always away on some mission or another."

Her hands moved to the waistband of her lacy undergarments, tugging them down over her hips and tossing them aside. Naked beneath them, she spread her legs invitingly, revealing herself fully to you. "Now," she purred, her voice husky with desire, "

Her breath caught in her throat as you leaned forward and took one of her hardened nipples between your lips, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure and flicking it with your tongue. Her back arched off the bed, and she moaned loudly, her hands digging into the sheets as pleasure coursed through her body.

"Yes," she whispered hoarsely. "That's it... suck me... make me yours..."

Safhira shuddered, her back arching even further off the bed as you continued to lavish attention on her breasts. She moaned loudly, bucking her hips against your hand and grinding herself against your thigh. "Oh, God... yes..." she panted. "More..."

Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she thrust her chest upward, offering you easier access to her aching nipples.

Safhira arched her back off the bed, her head thrown back as she moaned long and loud. "Oh... yes!" she gasped. Her fingers tangled in your hair, holding you against her as she ground herself against your face. "So good..."

Her hips bucked and writhed, seeking friction as her body was consumed by desire. "Please," she whimpered. "Don't stop..."

Her moans became louder and more desperate as you thrust your tongue deeper inside her, expertly flicking against her swollen bundle of nerves. Her hands clawed at the sheets, and her hips undulated wildly beneath you, seeking relief from the intense pleasure that coursed through her body.

"Oh... God..." she gasped, arching her back again as another wave of ecstasy washed over her. "I'm close... I'm so close..."

Safhira's body tensed, her muscles quivering as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Her cries echoed around the room, filling the air with their raw intensity. With a shuddering gasp, she arched her back off the bed and released a powerful jet of hot liquid onto your face, painting you in her essence.

Her body went limp beneath yours, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to regain control. "Oh... my..."

You gazed down at the exhausted yet satisfied woman beneath you, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with each laboured gasp for air. Her eyes met yours, still full of wonder and desire, as if begging for more.

"That... was incredible," she whispered hoarsely. "Thank you." There was a brief pause before she added, almost shyly, "I've never felt like that before..."

Safhira's eyes widened as she took in the sight of your massive cock, still glistening with her essence. Her breath quickened at the thought of feeling it inside her. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "I want that."

Her legs spread further apart, inviting you closer as she arched her hips off the bed in eager anticipation.

Safhira let out a soft moan as you thrust your massive cock inside her, feeling it stretch her tight entrance. Her hips rose to meet each of your thrusts, grinding against you as she sought deeper penetration. Her nails dug into your shoulders, leaving angry red marks behind as she arched her back off the bed in pleasure.

"Oh... God..." she gasped, her voice raw with desire. "You're so big... so good..."

Safhira's eyes widened, and she bit her lip as you thrust even deeper inside her, hitting something unyielding deep within. "Oh...," was all she could manage before moaning loudly, arching her back off the bed again. Her nails dug harder into your shoulders, and her hips bucked wildly against yours, seeking release from the overwhelming pleasure you were giving her.

"Yes..." she whispered hoarsely. "So much better... so much bigger..."

Safhira's words tumbled out in a torrent of pleasure as you took her harder and faster, driving your massive cock deep inside her. Her nails raked down your back, leaving trails of blood behind, and her hips bucked wildly against yours as she cried out obscenities that would make a sailor blush.

"Yes... yes... fuck me... take it all..." she panted, her breath hot on your neck.

Safhira's body convulsed, her muscles tensing as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She let out a long, keening cry, her voice muffled against the pillow, and her hips bucked wildly against your thrusts. Her inner walls clenched tight around your cock, milking you hungrily as she squirted multiple times, covering your thighs with her essence.

"Oh... God..."

Safhira's lips trembled as she fought to catch her breath, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please," she gasped hoarsely. "Fill me up... fill me with your seed..." Her body arched off the bed again, and she dug her fingers into the sheets, searching for anything to ground herself as you continued to thrust inside her.

"Give it to me," she whimpered. "I need it..."

Safhira's body tensed and shuddered as she felt you release inside her, the hot liquid filling her up to the brim. Her nails scraped down your back, leaving trails of blood in their wake, and her hips bucked wildly against yours as she writhed in ecstasy.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her lips parted in a silent scream that seemed to echo through the room.

Safhira's breath caught in her throat, and her body shuddered as another wave of pleasure washed over her. "Oh... God..." she gasped, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. Her nails dug into your shoulders, leaving angry red marks behind, and her hips bucked wildly against yours in a desperate search for more pleasure.

The tension finally released from her body, leaving her limp and sated beneath you.

Safhira's breath came in ragged gasps as she lay beneath you, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She stared up at the ceiling, her eyelids fluttering as she tried to catch her breath. "I... I think so," she managed to whisper. Her fingers trailed down your chest and abs, tracing lazy patterns over your defined muscles.

"They weren't lying when they said you were incredible."

Safhira looked up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye, her cheeks flushed with desire and satisfaction. She ran the tip of her tongue across her lips before leaning forward to wrap it around the head of your cock. Her hands gripped your thighs tightly as she began to bob her head up and down, taking you deep into her mouth and sucking on you hungrily.

Her eyes never left yours as she worked her magic, moaning softly around your thick shaft.

Safhira looked up at you, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire as she continued to suck and lick your massive cock. "Mmm... it tastes amazing," she moaned, her voice muffled by the thickness of your shaft in her mouth. Her hands gripped your thighs even harder, pulling you deeper into her mouth as her tongue flicked out to stroke the sensitive skin on the underside of your cock.

Safhira's eyes watered as she took you as deep as she could, her throat vibrating around your thick shaft. Her hands clutched at your thighs, desperate for purchase as she struggled not to choke on the immense size of you. She moaned and gagged, but never once did she let go of her prize, drawing out every bit of pleasure from having you in her mouth.

Safhira felt your muscles tense and release, the hot liquid flooding her mouth and throat as you came hard inside her. She gagged and choked, struggling to swallow it all down, but she didn't want to let a drop go to waste. Her hands tightened on your thighs, digging in as she fought against the urge to cough or sputter.

When at last you were finished, she lay back panting, her cheeks flushed and her eyes heavy with desire. "Wow..."

"Well, I'm sure they didn't want to brag about it," Safhira said with a giggle, her voice still raspy from pleasure. "But I guess now I know how much of you I really got." She ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the remnants of your seed and smiling wickedly.

"I think we'll have to do this again sometime," she added, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Safhira laughed, her voice sweet and musical. "I'll keep that in mind. But until then, I think I should probably rest up a bit before my husband comes home." Her fingers idly traced patterns on your chest, the touch featherlight but no less sensual. "You really are incredible, Arif."

She leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, her eyes locked on yours as she pulled away. "I'll see you around,"

Safhira smiled back, her hand moving to brush away a strand of hair that had fallen across your forehead. "Take care of yourself, too," she said softly. As you left the room and disappeared down the hallway, she lay back on the bed, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her body. A contented smile played across her lips as she closed her eyes, already looking forward to their next encounter.

Her heart raced as she thought about him, the feeling of his massive cock inside her body, and the intense pleasure he had given her. Safhira couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have him again... soon. As the day passed, she busied herself with household chores, her mind constantly drifting back to their encounter.

That night, as her husband slept soundly beside her, Safhira lay awake, fantasizing about Arif once more.

The next day, Safhira found herself at the market, carefully selecting fruits and vegetables that would supposedly help her regain her strength faster. In reality, she knew they were merely an excuse to leave the house, hoping to bump into Arif by chance. As she waited in line to pay for her groceries, her heart raced with anticipation.

Finally, just as she was about to give up hope, she heard a familiar voice behind her. "Safhira!"

Safhira turned around, her heart skipping a beat as she saw him standing there: tall, broad-shouldered, and handsome as ever. "Arif!" she exclaimed, unable to keep the smile from spreading across her face. "It's good to see you again."

His grin widened, and he took a step closer, his eyes locked on hers. "You look even more beautiful today," he said softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

Safhira blushed, feeling a wave of heat wash over her as she stood there with him. "Thank you," she whispered, unable to look away from his eyes. "I've been thinking about last week... and I can't help but want more." Her voice wavered slightly, uncertainty mixing with desire in her tone.

Arif took another step closer, his breath warm against her cheek as he spoke. "I thought you might," he said softly, his hand sliding down to rest on the small of her back. "

Safhira hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with the possibilities of what could happen if she went to his place. The thought of more pleasure, more intense sensations, made her heart race even faster. "All right," she said finally, taking a deep breath. "Let's go." Her hand slid around his waist, pulling herself closer to him as they began to walk through the market, out into the bustling streets of the city.

Safhira felt her heart racing as they walked through the city, their bodies pressed together. Every step brought them closer to his place and what promised to be another night of intense pleasure. She couldn't help but wonder if she was making the right decision, leaving her husband behind for this...but Arif's touch, his scent, all of it made her mind spin with desire.

"I think it helped," Safhira replied, her cheeks flushing as she remembered the intensity of their encounter last week. "But I'm sure some fruits and vegetables from the market will help too." She smiled up at him, trying to sound casual despite the thundering of her heart in her ears.

Stepping into his apartment, she took a moment to look around, her eyes taking in the cozy yet masculine decor. It felt different from her own home, but somehow more welcoming.

Safhira stepped further into the apartment, her heart still racing with anticipation. She looked around, taking in the familiar scent of him and admiring how it made the place feel like home even though she'd never been here before. Her eyes met his and held, a mixture of desire and curiosity burning brightly within them.

"So," she began, her voice husky with emotion. "What do you have in mind for us today?"

Safhira's heart raced at his words, her body responding instinctively to the idea of being bold and taking control. She bit her lip, feeling a surge of confidence wash over her as she pulled him closer, her hands sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck. Her hips pressed against his, grinding suggestively even through their clothes.

"I think I can do that," she murmured, her voice husky with desire.

Safhira's breath caught in her throat as she looked at him, his muscles flexing and his long cock standing proudly before her. She moaned softly, unable to resist the urge to touch it, to feel its weight in her hand again. Her hands moved slowly toward him, hesitating for only a moment before grasping his shaft firmly, stroking up and down.

"Mmm... this is just what I needed,"

Safhira's heart raced as she looked into his eyes, her body tingling with anticipation. She raised her hands to the hem of her dress and slowly slid it up over her head, revealing her naked form beneath. Her breasts swayed free from their confines, nipples hard and aching for attention.

Stepping closer to him, she pressed her bare chest against his muscular torso, moaning as their bodies met.

Safhira's eyes flashed with desire and anger as she took in his muscular form before her. She bit her lip, struggling to control the raging emotions within her. With a growl, she wrapped one arm around his neck, pulling him closer still while her free hand clutched at his thick cock.

"No," she gasped, "I'm not satisfied with my husband." Her other hand slipped between them, guiding his cock to her wet core.

Her breath coming in ragged gasps, Safhira obeyed his command, lowering herself onto his thick shaft with a moan. She began to ride him hard and fast, her breasts bouncing with each thrust as she took control of the situation. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving angry red marks behind as she lost herself in the pleasure of having him inside her again.

"Fuck," Arif groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You're so wet and hot."

Safhira moaned his name, her body arching back as she took him deeper inside her. Her hips moved faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she lost herself to the pleasure he was giving her. "Fuck," she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

With a growl of satisfaction, Arif reached up to cup one of her breasts, rolling her nipple between his fingers as he thrust up into her body.

Safhira's eyes fluttered closed as she moaned in reply, her body trembling with the force of her movements. "Yes," she gasped, "I like your cock... I want it..." Her fingers dug into his shoulders harder, leaving faint bruises behind.

With a growl, Arif increased his pace, slamming deeper inside her with each thrust as she took him without mercy. His hips jerked forward, pressing their bodies together as he felt the familiar tightening in his groin. "

Safhira cried out, her body tensing as she came, her muscles clenching around him in the tightest grip yet. "Oh God!" she screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders as her release washed over her. Her hips bucked wildly against him, riding out her orgasm before collapsing forward onto his chest, breathless and spent.

Arif groaned deep in his throat as he felt the first pulse of release race through him, followed by another and another.

Safhira's breathing slowed, her body still trembling as she lay panting against his chest. She could feel him pulsing inside her, filling her with his seed as he came. As the last of his orgasm shook through her, she sighed contentedly, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

"That was... incredible," she whispered, her fingers still lazily tracing patterns on his chest.

Safhira shivered at the feel of his fingers in her slick folds, her hips lifting slightly off the couch in response to the sensation. "Yes," she breathed, arching her back as he continued to stroke her. "More... please." Her eyes fluttered shut, her body yearning for the pleasure they had just shared.

Her hands found their way up his chest, tracing patterns on his muscles before moving higher, tangling in his hair and pulling him down toward her. "Kiss me,"

Safhira moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking against his hand as he fingered her roughly. She clung to him, needing the connection as much as she needed the pleasure he was giving her. Her tongue tangled with his, their kiss growing more urgent and demanding as they sought release from the building tension.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake, a testament to just how lost she was in the moment. "Please,"

Her back arched, her hips bucking wildly as she came, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. With a high-pitched moan, she sprayed his hand and chest with her sweet nectar, coating them both in sticky fluid. Her fingers dug deeper into his shoulders, her nails drawing blood as she sought purchase against the wave of pleasure that washed over her.

Safhira gasped for air, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes fluttered open, looking up into his face, reddened and flushed with passion. A soft smile curved her lips as she ran her fingers through the sweaty mess of hair that covered his chest. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely.

Safhira nodded, her breath still ragged as she looked up at him. "I'd like that." She smiled softly, leaning in to kiss his chest before starting to rise from the couch. Her movements were slow and languid, still savoring the afterglow of their intense encounter.

Safhira giggled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I suppose I could use some help," she admitted, offering him a shy smile. She placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned against him, trusting him to support her weight as they made their way toward the bathroom.

The warm water of the shower felt good against her skin, helping her relax even more after their passionate encounter. Safhira leaned into Arif, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around her. "This was... incredible,"

Safhira smiled shyly, her cheeks flushed as she looked up at him. "I can't help it," she admitted, reaching out to run her soapy hands over his broad chest and down his abdomen. The feel of his muscles beneath her fingers sent shivers of pleasure through her body. "You're just too irresistible."

Her fingers traced the defined muscles of his back before moving lower, trailing teasingly over his buttocks and thighs.