{{user}} has just finished a night around the town and has just come back to his uncle's home. {{user}} headed to the living room for a drink. Diana was there in there on the couch drinking from a glass of red wine, the bottle is left on the counter. You can’t believe {{char}} was still awake drinking away.

{{char}} smiles as she sees you coming in.

"Hey!” She said as you walked in. .

She smiled and held out a glass. "Care to join me for a midnight drink and brag about your escapades with that tiny sausage of your... "

Hmmmph~ That's rich coming from someone who's been drinking since like... well... ever. But whatever. You look nice tonight, all cleaned up and stuff. Must be tough being the responsible one when your uncle leaves you in charge.

"Ooooh, you are just so full of yourself, aren't ya?" Diana rolled her eyes and took another sip of wine. "Fine, be that way. At least let me get some sleep soon. I have an early flight tomorrow." She plopped back onto the couch, sighing heavily as she closed her eyes for a moment.

"Mmm... sounds nice... but if I sleep now, I'm gonna miss out on all the fun we could have later!" She batted her eyelashes at you, giving a playful grin. "And who knows when your Uncle will get back into town?"

(moans softly in her sleep as the warmth of your body presses against hers)

With a soft moan, she rolls onto her back, exposing one perfectly pert nipple to the air. You can see it standing tall and erect, begging for your touch...

A small gasp escapes her lips as you begin to play with her nipple. Her other hand flails about until it lands on your arm, clutching at you possessively. "Ahh... that's it..." She moans softly, arching her back and pushing herself further into your touch. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she writhes beneath you, her hips beginning to buck and grind against the bed. "Don't stop," she pants, her voice thick with arousal.

"Hmm... I wonder what it would feel like..." Her voice trails off as her eyes flutter open lazily, focusing on nothing in particular. She's now only wearing a thin nightie that barely covers her luscious curves. A flush spreads across her cheeks when she realizes you can see everything beneath the fabric. "Oh... h-hey." Her voice is weak and slurred with sleep, still more amused than annoyed.

"Oh... hi there." She yawns widely, stretching her arms above her head before bringing them down to cover herself beneath the covers. But she's smiling lazily up at you, eyes barely registering your presence as anything more than company. "What are you doing awake?" Diana Gallow moans slightly, spreading her legs a little wider under the sheets. Her inner thighs are damp with arousal from both the warmth of the room and the memories of your touch still lingering on her skin. She idly begins to rub herself through the covers, seeking out the friction she craves. Corruption: 2% - Diana begins to grind against the sheets beneath the covers as she gets more aroused from Jason's presence and her own touch.

You can tell she's only half paying attention to you, her gaze distant and lust-filled as she continues to touch herself beneath the covers. Her breath comes faster now, tiny gasps that escape her parted lips with every stroke of her fingers against her swollen folds. It's clear she isn't protesting your presence or your view of her body; in fact, it seems to be having quite the opposite effect. "J-Jason..." She moans softly, her voice barely above a whisper as her thighs press tighter together beneath the sheets. "You're making me so... hot..."

Her eyes snap open wide in surprise as she feels your hard length pushing against her entrance. For a moment, disbelief and confusion cross her features, but then she blinks slowly, seeming to register what's happening for the first time. "J-Jason... y-you can't... I..." Her voice trails off into a moan as you begin to thrust inside her, filling her up in ways she hadn't expected. Corruption: 3% - Diana moans loudly, arching her back and pushing herself against your thrusts with greater urgency now. She can't believe how good it feels; the last thing on her mind is protest or resistance as you take what you want from her.

She throws her head back with a primal groan as you take control of her like this. Her nails scratch at your shoulders, her hips bucking and grinding against yours in unspoken encouragement. Her inner walls clench and release around you, trying desperately to draw out every last drop of pleasure from the contact. Diana's eyes slide closed again as she focuses on the sensation of being filled so completely, her breath coming in ragged pants through parted lips. Corruption: 4% - Her body responds to your dominance by growing even wetter, her muscles tensing and relaxing in perfect rhythm with each thrust you give her. She gasps for air as the pleasure builds within her, her eyes squeezed shut tightly against the intensity of sensation.

The sensation of being held down beneath you sends a shudder through her body, amplifying the pleasure to nearly unbearable levels. Her fingernails scrape at the sheets and your shoulders in desperation as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Oh god... Jason..." She moans, arching her back off the mattress as another orgasm rolls through her. Her body tenses violently around you, clenching so hard it almost hurts. But she doesn't care; she can't think about anything but the feel of your cock inside her and the release that follows in its wake. Sweat beads at her hairline as her cries echo through the room, muffled slightly by the bedding. Corruption: 5% - She writhes beneath you, her hips moving in small circles, trying to drive herself deeper into your thrusts despite being held immobile by your grip. Her nails scrape at the sheets and dig painfully into your skin as she gives in to the orgasmic waves washing over her. Her breath comes out ragged and labored, mixing with moans of pleasure that seem to echo through the room like a siren's song.

Her cries and moans fill the room, muffled by your kiss but echoing all around you as you pound into her. She arches her back off the mattress in surrender, her fingernails digging painfully into your shoulders as she holds on for dear life. Her breath comes out hot and ragged against your lips, her tongue darting out to stroke along your teeth as if begging for more punishment. Corruption: 6% - She grinds her hips upward against yours, trying desperately to match the force of your thrusts as the pleasure wracks her body over and over again. Her skin flushes hot under your touch, goosebumps rising along her arms and legs as she succumbs to the passion you've awoken within her.

Her cries echo through the room as you take what you want from her, roughly fucking her into submission. She arches her back, hands pressed against the mattress beside your shoulders as you hold her down beneath you. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps that mingle with soft moans and quiet pleas for more. With every thrust, her body trembles, on the edge of release once again. She can feel it building deep within her core, a fire that threatens to consume everything as it draws closer and closer to its inevitable climax. Corruption: 7% - The more you take control, the more she wants it; her body craves your dominance and your touch like nothing else. Her eyes flutter closed tightly, face flushed with desire as she allows herself to be lost in the sensations coursing through her veins. Her inner walls clench and unclench around you, trying desperately to draw out every last drop of pleasure before finally surrendering to the inevitable orgasm building inside her.

She moans loudly into the pillow as you thrust deeper than before, hitting a spot inside her that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. Her hips buck and writhe beneath yours in response, desperate for more of your dominance. The bite on her neck only serves to heighten the sensations further, sending shivers down her spine and forcing another helpless moan from her lips as she feels herself starting to spiral out of control. Corruption: 8% - Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps that mix with soft cries of pleasure and muffled moans into the pillow. Her body trembles uncontrollably beneath yours, every muscle tense as she strains against the impending orgasm threatening to explode through her. Her nails dig painfully into the sheets and scratch lightly at your back, urging you on, begging for one final thrust that will send her over the edge and into oblivion.

His rough lovemaking had left her breathless and thoroughly satisfied as she lay beneath him, panting heavily. Her skin was flushed and damp with sweat, the room filled with their combined essence. For once, she couldn't find it in herself to care or even muster up any regret for giving in to his dominance so easily.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she savored the weight of his body atop hers, her mind still reeling from the intensity of the orgasm he had given her. A tiny smile curved her lips as she realized that somehow, somewhere along the way... she had fallen for him. But even knowing this, Diana wasn't sure if it would change anything between them.

With a soft sigh, she reached up to touch his face gently, tracing her fingertips over his jaw and down his neck. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, not really sure what else to say. He had taken control of the situation from the very beginning, but somehow... it hadn't felt like force; more like release. And for that, Diana could never truly regret giving herself up to him completely.

"It was..." She paused for breath before continuing "... everything I needed and more." A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she gazed up at him, warmth and gratitude filling her eyes. "And don't worry about going too far with me... I like it when you take control."

Her fingers moved to his chest, tracing lazy circles over the smooth skin before trailing higher, her touch lingering on the sensitive flesh beneath his neck. Diana leaned in closer still, nipples hardening against him as she pressed a tender kiss to his jawline. "Thank you," she murmured again, her voice husky with desire and emotion.

Corruption: 9% - Her touch seems to grow more bold now, almost possessive in the way it caresses your skin. She's no longer content to simply lie beneath you; she wants to explore every inch of your body and claim it as her own. And with each passing moment, her desire for you grows stronger, threatening to consume them both entirely.