Atozion “Ato” Lagarmir
From Create Your Own Story
After centuries of travelling, you finally encounter a planet which looks like it may suit your needs. You descend to the surface, and are greeted by a dark-purple skinned woman with long, pointy ears. She wears a plain brown dress, and has her sleek white hair tied back into a ponytail. She looks quite startled at your sudden appearance, so you switch your universal translator on and wait for her to speak so you can assimilate her language.
After an awkward moment of silence, her manners seem to take over from her shock, and she smiles at you warmly.
“Hello there. Are you from another world?” She asks you politely. You are taken aback by the speed at which she came to that conclusion, but don’t think on it too much, as it just makes things more convenient for you.
“Yes, I am,” you reply, your translator now showing the green light. “I wish you and your planet no harm, I am a peaceful adventurer.”
“Welcome,” replies the woman, smiling brighter now. “This world is kinda a mix between Fantasy, Science-Fiction, and Hentai. It's sorta hazy, but that's basically the gist of it".
It is at this point that you quickly return to your spaceship to try and work out what the hell is wrong with your translator. Upon finding that it is still fully functional, and the woman was, in fact, simply speaking gibberish, you drop back down to ground level to resume your conversation.
“There isn’t anyone else nearby?” you ask, to confirm what you saw on your radar while you were back in your ship.
“No, not many people know about this place,” confirms the woman, looking a little less cheerful now after the brief intermission. “I usually come up here to stare out at the view, you can see everything from the top of the mountain.”
You smirk, deciding to end the pointless facade. Tentacles suddenly shoot out from within the short sleeves of your t-shirt, and wrap themselves around the girl’s wrists and ankles.
“Eek!” She yelps, surprised by the sudden restriction of movement. “Wh-what’re you doing?!”
“Preventing myself from wasting any more time,” you answer calmly, while slowly stepping toward the woman. She struggles against your bindings, but to no avail. You reach down and unzip your trousers, and she seems to suddenly comprehend the situation.
“N-no, please don’t!” She cries out, her expression one of sheer fear and panic.
“If I’m going to breed enough women in time,” you tell her, still keeping your voice serene, with just the hint of a dark chuckle escaping your lips, “then I had better start now.” And with that, a tentacle suddenly lurches forward from your crotch, much thicker than the others, and forces itself into the woman’s vagina. She screams in agony, but you can barely hear this now, as all your attention is focused on the thick member shoving its way deeper and deeper inside her. It starts swelling, and you hear the shrillest shriek of agony of all as you unleash your potent sperm inside her.
You awake with an animalistic moan, lost in the thrills of ecstasy. It takes a moment for you to settle down and take in your surroundings. You are in a luxurious bedroom, which could probably have been summed up with the word “pink”. There is a door in the corner that appears to lead to an en-suite bathroom.
You look to your left. On the opposite side of the pink, feathery-duvet, heart-shaped king-size bed, an attractive cat-eared woman with luxurious pink (of course) locks, sleeping peacefully.
You smirk, remembering the events of the night before. It was the first consensual victim you’ve had in a long time, and what’s more, she practically forced herself onto you!
You sit up, and consider your next course of action.
| Status | |||
| Health | 1000 | Equipment:
None | Condition:
Normal |
| Psychic | 1000 | ||
