#jdolh writing

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Whitney the fallen would be sooooo horny jfc lol

He could be for sure.

I am sticking to a variant of Kylar the Faithful's "corruption," in that with Whitney the Fallen, it can go one of two ways: Whitney will revere you as a savior and start to worship you as such OR you worship him as a new god. With this, he is either Whitney the Worshiper or Whitney the Worshiped.

As a worshiper, Whit would dedicate their time to "serving" you by buying you nice clothes, going out on frequent dates, and (of course) ravishing your body with all types of pleasure, going until you are satisfied. I think there could be a fun mechanic of treating him poorly as a worshiper, either just being an asshole or abusing your power (or both). Having them retaliate against you as "the new savior," recognizing your falsehood, and punishing you themselves for your heresy.

As the worshiped role, he would ask "sacrifices" of you and be more demanding of your time. Failure to meet these demands would incur punishment on the player. I think something similar to the temple's vow could apply here too, Whitney knowing somehow that you have been unfaithful to them (regardless if it was willing or not) and doing something extreme to make an example.

It's still a work in progress and things may change in the future, but that's what I have for now :)

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Following this post ( X )

(1) Let him bite your neck (+++Pain | +++Love | +Lust) (2) Let him bite your thighs (++Pain | ++Love | +++Lust) (3) Say you changed your mind (Impossible)

(1) Kylar moves to undo the first few buttons of your shirt, completely exposing your neck, shoulders, and part of your chest. His eyes have a soft red tint to them as he seems to bore holes through yours, but you can't stop looking at them regardless. "T-this might hurt a little," he warns, his mouth salivating at even the mere thought of sinking his teeth into you, "but I'm gonna make you mine. Forever..." In an instant he sinks his fangs into he side of your neck where your pulse is strongest, gripping your shoulder and caressing the side of your face. Pain courses through your body as your try to refrain from pushing him away. Instead, you opt to grip at his hair and his shirt. He shudders and moans as you feel him start to suck the blood from your wound, licking and kissing your neck between gulps to try comforting you.

(2) "Y-your thighs? Oh god..." Kylar's eyes almost roll back in ecstasy as his cheeks flush at the thought. He pushes you back and lowers himself to your skirt/pants, ripping and tearing them away with excitement. Those were expensive, you might just make him buy you a replacement or two after he's done. He rubs his cheek against your thigh and grips your legs to hold them still, running his tongue along your skin and blowing cool air causing you to shiver. "You're so cute and soft, you smell so nice... I bet you are delicious..." With that, he sinks his fangs into your inner thigh. It stings and it is uncomfortable, but you think your neck being bitten would have hurt more. He starts biting at your thighs to create several puncture wounds, letting you bleed just to lap up the blood trail a moment later. You jolt as he starts to bite closer to your crotch, placing his hands over previous wounds to stop you from bleeding profusely. His mouth and cheeks are covered with your blood yet he seems to look at your with hearts in his eyes. Although you start to feel lightheaded, you feel happy to give him such a filling meal.

(3) His expression changes upon you expressing your reconsideration; his eyes start to glow a deeper red and he starts to look even more crazed than he already was. "W-what do you mean you changed your mind? You... you can't do that, you already offered yourself to me. I have permission from you now, that's how it works." He grips your shoulders and digs his nails into your skin as if to keep you from escaping. Is that what you want to do? Escape from him? You were so willing just a moment ago. "I... I can convince you! You can trust me, you will trust me." He forces you to look at his eyes. He is breathing heavily and almost crying. You feel your thoughts start to slip away...

...You can trust Kylar.

You will trust Kylar.

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fem loner sydney being just a little creepy? (or fem bully sydney 😳)

Sydney walks into the dark room and turns one of the bright floodlights on. She sets a sketchbook down on a nearby chair and strips down to her white laced underwear. Sydney eagerly and impatiently takes your clothes off, one agonizing piece at a time, throwing them into a heap in the corner. You don't think you will be seeing those clothes again. +Trauma +Stress +Arousal

"Sorry," she says with a shaky voice while admiring your body. Her eyes linger at your newly exposed groin and you notice the blush on her cheeks deepen. +Arousal

"S-sorry, my love... I j-just want to make sure I capture you in all your p-perfection. I can't draw you perfectly if I can't s-see... all of you..."

You can't protest. The drugs Sydney had given you earlier are still taking a heavy toll on your body. +Willpower

She shuffles you into a somewhat comfortable position laying on a few pillows and blankets, posing and organizing your numb limbs like a doll. Finally, she steps back to admire her work, adjusting the lighting to create more dynamic shadows along your skin.

"F-finally... my inspiration... I can look at you now, forever..."

Sydney rushes over to her sketchbook and tears out all of the anime characters she had drawn before. She eyes your naked body contently, rarely taking her eyes off of you to draw. Her cheeks are flushed a deep red and it is clear she is becoming increasingly aroused. It may not be long before she has to experience your naked form for herself...