you're impure. you've done bad things, been a cruel person, or you've been terribly wrong, and you've seen what the world really is. maybe you're bad, or maybe your road to hell is paved with good intentions. whatever the case is, there's red in your ledger.
they're pure. almost innocent, even. they're kind and open and the very opposite of worldly. maybe they're not always good, no one is, but their heart is clean.
despite these differences, there's something between you. you shouldn't relate, you should be worlds away...
how to play
comment with your character. mention if they're more likely to be pure or impure.
reply to others.
use the rng to determine the direction of your thread or come up with your own direction.
prompts
light || the pure is affecting the impure in a positive way.
dark || the impure is affecting the pure in a negative way.
purposeful || you want to corrupt something so pure.
forgive || they know what you've done and they've forgiven you.
death || something comes up from the dark past and strikes out at the one loved the most. they know it would hurt you to see them in pain - or worse.
life || the smut option. will there be hesitance in "defiling" purity?
cheer || never again did you think that there would be simple joys. picnics, birthdays, gentle holding of hands.
confessions || you have to get them into your life; they're the only good thing you can see.
teach || one party is teaching the other about more worldly pursuits, may or may not be sexual. perhaps they feel guilty for this, perhaps they don't.
end || you can't do this to them anymore. they deserve so much better than you.
Miniel fought him, but was no match. She had surrendered herself to him to save the woman. Her lips tightened around the young man's cock, sealing, the suction forming as he thrust into her mouth.
She turned her eyes to him so that he could see them, the blue orbs softening, surrendering. It was all she could do, her attention brought back to the present, to the pain in her lower body as the other young man used her.
The boy's arousal dramatically grew from her sudden participation. "Fuck, the bitch loves it," he told his compatriots. He cursed as he blew his load inside of her mouth.
"Swallow it," Lindstrom commanded. "Then lick him clean. Thank him for his gift."
The first boy watched in fascination at Miniel's change in composure. "Fuck yeah she is. Me next." His cock, still tinged with her blood and cum, was hard and ready to be put into her mouth as soon as he could.
It was hot, sudden, the spurting of the man's cock inside of her mouth, hot and salty over her tongue and throat. She sucked it back, swallowing it with a soft cough. Her tongue cleaned him before he pulled out, tucking himself back into his jeans.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse. The first guy could barely hold himself back and Miniel opened her mouth, wincing as he shoved himself between her lips and she sucked, just as she had the man before.
They continued fucking her for a few minutes before they got bored of the position and moved her around, pulling her onto her hands and knees and spitroasting her, one cock in her mouth and another pounding her aching pussy. The third was on his phone, calling several other people to tell them about the girl they had found.
"Welcome to your new life," Lindstrom told her. He knelt next to her and caressed her hair, then ran a finger under her eye to catch a tear on his finger. He touched his finger to his lips, smiling at the sweet flavor of her despair.
Miniel was like a doll as they moved her, taking the punishment as they saw fit to mete it out, using her as they might use any toy. Her eyes remained on Lindstrom as he caressed her, seemingly still invisible to the men fucking her. He drank her tear and she squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see him, to acknowledge him any longer. How could he abide this evil when he had once been one of her kind? She should have known, the moment he'd ripped off her wings, that he held no mercy in him. Thought the mortals could not see it, her angel's blood still stained her skin, making her a ruined sight for the demon.
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The collar burned and the fog disappeared, bringing back to complete clarity.
"You aren't a passive victim here, I brought you here for a reason. You're here to practice."
He controlled aspects of her mind as much as aspects of her body. He forced her to focus on the cock being thrusted into her mouth.
"Form a seal around it with your lips," he commanded. "Thank him with your eyes for using your mouth."
This boy was bigger, burlier. He was rough with her head as he fucked her perfect lips, mussed up her seraphic hair.
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She turned her eyes to him so that he could see them, the blue orbs softening, surrendering. It was all she could do, her attention brought back to the present, to the pain in her lower body as the other young man used her.
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"Swallow it," Lindstrom commanded. "Then lick him clean. Thank him for his gift."
The first boy watched in fascination at Miniel's change in composure. "Fuck yeah she is. Me next." His cock, still tinged with her blood and cum, was hard and ready to be put into her mouth as soon as he could.
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"Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse. The first guy could barely hold himself back and Miniel opened her mouth, wincing as he shoved himself between her lips and she sucked, just as she had the man before.
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"Welcome to your new life," Lindstrom told her. He knelt next to her and caressed her hair, then ran a finger under her eye to catch a tear on his finger. He touched his finger to his lips, smiling at the sweet flavor of her despair.
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