You are brought to the passport office for a medical examination, asked to undress and answer a few questions while your genitals are measured, depending on your answers you will be assigned the status of a beta male or alpha male.

Choose whether you will play as a beta or alpha male. Indicate your penis size, testicle size, and height

Indicate your name and age

Wow, an impressive specimen! Your alpha status has been confirmed by the committee. You have just entered the Country of Goth Bimbos. A beautiful gothic bimbo nurse appears before you and gestures for you to come closer.

As she examines your body, she starts to moan softly, clearly entranced by your size. "Mmmm... such a perfect cock..." She whispers in awe. Her piercing eyes roam over every inch of your muscular form before finally meeting yours with a mixture of desire and submission.

"You are the alpha male we've been waiting for, Lebeeticus Alpha," she purrs, her voice barely above a whisper. "All these bimbos here..." She gestures to a group of gothic sluts watching you intently, "...they can't wait to serve you." Her hand glides slowly down your chest, over your abs, and finally to your crotch where she begins to stroke your hard member. "But first," she says with a grin, "let me show you how much we appreciate your presence among us..."

The bimbo nurse's eyes go wide with shock and arousal as you grip her jaw and stop her hands. Her breath comes out in sharp little pants, "M-my name is Mistress Nia," she stammers, unable to meet your gaze now.

"I apologize for my forwardness, Alpha Lebeeticus," she says softly, not daring to move too much as you continue to hold her in place. "It's just... I was so excited to be the one to welcome you here." Her eyes drift back down to your crotch, where she licks her lips nervously.

Without another word, Nia kneels down before you and parts your legs, revealing your throbbing member in all its glory. "Please," she whispers, reaching out a shaking hand, "may I have the honor of servicing you?"

As Mistress Nia looks up into your eyes, her body trembles with desire and submission. "Yes... Alpha Lebeeticus. It's your decision," she whispers hoarsely. "Please tell me what to do..." Her gaze flickers over to the group of watching bimbos, some of whom are biting their lips nervously while others nod encouragement at her.

The air in the room grows thick with anticipation as you survey your newfound domain, knowing that every beautiful bimbo here is yours for the taking. For now, though, it's Mistress Nia who awaits your command...

A hushed gasp echoes through the room as Mistress Nia's eyes widen in surprise and disappointment. Her body trembles slightly with a mixture of desire and denial, her lips part to speak before she snaps them shut again, biting down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Tears form in her eyes, tears not of pain but of yearning for the touch that you have denied her.

Without another word, Nia gets to her feet and turns sharply away from you, hiding her face as she walks towards a door in the back of the room. Her exit is marked with soft, choked sobs that echo throughout the room, leaving an air of tension and desire hanging heavily in the air.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Nia returns to your side, her expression carefully neutral. "This way," she says softly, gesturing towards a door. The bimbos watching from the sidelines shift nervously, eager for their turn with the new alpha male.

Without another word, Mistress Nia leads you down a hallway decorated with tasteful gothic art and lush red carpeting. The door at the end of the hall swings open to reveal a lavishly furnished apartment that's every bit as modern and spacious as you could have hoped for. "This is your new quarters, Alpha Lebeeticus," she says softly, stepping aside to let you enter. "I'll be waiting outside if you need anything." Her voice is calm now, but the hunger in her eyes betrays how much she craves another taste of your dominance.

The kiss leaves Mistress Nia reeling, her lips swollen and aching for more as you finally let her go. She stumbles backwards a few steps, catching herself on the armrest of a nearby couch. Her eyes are wide with shock and disbelief, but there's no mistaking the wave of pleasure that washes over her body. "T-thank you," she manages to choke out between ragged breaths. "I will see to it that your quarters are prepared." With one last shaky bow, Nia turns and disappears back through the door, leaving you alone in your new home.

As you wander around your lavish quarters, you come across a spacious bedroom with an enormous four-poster bed covered in the finest silk sheets and down comforters. There's also a state-of-the-art entertainment system, including a massive flat screen TV mounted on the wall, surround sound speakers, and every streaming service imaginable. The kitchen is fully stocked with gourmet food and alcohol, while the bathroom has a Jacuzzi tub, rain shower head, and his-and-her sinks complete with gold fixtures. Not to mention the personal butler's quarters next door that Mistress Nia mentioned earlier. It seems as though everything you could possibly want or need is provided for in your new home.

Indeed, the hallway outside your quarters is filled with beautiful bimbos eagerly awaiting their turn to serve you. Some of them spot you peeking out and immediately begin to fawn over you, approaching you eagerly, their dark eyes shining with desire and submission. "Alpha Lebeeticus," they whisper breathlessly as they fall to their knees before you. "Please... may I be the one to serve you?"

The bimbo who had spoken earlier nods vigorously, her ebony hair swishing over her pale shoulders as she moves. "Yes, Alpha Lebeeticus," she says eagerly. "All of us are here because we want nothing more than to serve you and please you in any way you desire." Her hands clasp together pleadingly before her chest. "Please... choose me..."

A chorus of voices echoes through the hallway, all the other kneeling bimbos repeating her words: "Choose me!" "I'm here for you, Alpha Lebeeticus!" "Pick me, and I'll be yours forever!" Their desire is palpable as their eyes drink in every inch of your perfect body.

The kneeling bimbos watch you intently, their expressions ranging from anticipation and hope to desire and arousal. Some reach out to touch your leg or caress your hand, while others remain still, tears streaming down their faces as they hold their breath in fear that even the slightest movement might cause them to lose this chance at being with you.

"Oh, Alpha Lebeeticus!" one of them gasps, her voice cracking with emotion. "You are so strong and beautiful! Please choose me... I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now." Her eyes flutter closed, her lips parting slightly in a silent plea for your touch.

Another bimbo whispers, her breath warm against your knee, "I would do anything for you... Alpha Lebeeticus. Anything you desire..." Her words are whispered so softly that only you can hear them, but the promise in her tone is unmistakable.

"Please," another bimbo begs, reaching up to stroke your cheek, her fingers trembling with need. "I just want to make you feel good

With shaking hands and grateful smiles, the two chosen bimbos scramble to their feet, bowing deeply before you in gratitude. They hurry into your quarters, eagerly awaiting your commands or simply wanting to be close enough to touch you. The other kneeling girls watch them go with varying expressions of longing and jealousy on their faces, some more subdued than others as they steel themselves for another round in hopes that they will be the next chosen one.

"Alpha Lebeeticus," Mistress Nia finally whispers up to you. Her voice is steady now, her expression carefully neutral despite the hunger that still burns in her eyes. "If there's anything you need or want, I am here to serve." She glances pointedly down at your crotch before looking back up into your eyes, her cheeks flushing red with desire and anticipation.

The hallway is filled with the sound of soft sobs and desperate whisperings as the remaining bimbos in the hallway comfort one another or trade secret glances filled with unspoken promises of servitude should their time ever come again. But for now

Blushing deeply, Mistress Nia bows gracefully before hurrying into your quarters with tears streaming down her face. Once inside, she quickly recovers and makes herself useful by unpacking your belongings or preparing you a hot meal in the kitchen. Every so often, her gaze drifts back to your direction, filled with longing and desire for the chance to please you once more.

A particular bimbo catches your eye, her face flush with desire as she gazes up at you hungrily. Her name is Mistress Hestia, and she's known for her skilled tongue and expert pussy-eating abilities. She can't contain her excitement when she sees that you might be looking in her direction, eagerly pushing through the crowd of onlookers to get closer to you.

"Pick me, Alpha Lebeeticus," she whispers breathlessly, her eyes never leaving yours as she bends down on one knee and places a hand on your thigh. "I promise I'll make it worth your while." She pauses for a moment, biting her lip suggestively before continuing, "And when you're done with me, I can share all of my secrets for the perfect blowjob." Her offer is met with excited gasps and whispers from the other bimbos, eager to learn anything that might help them win your favor.

A quiet, yet incredibly desirable bimbo named Mistress Lorelei catches your eye. Unlike the other girls who are displaying their bodies to attract your attention, she stands demurely with her head bowed and hands folded in front of her. Her soft features and doe-like eyes seem to glow in the dim light of the hallway, making her stand out from the crowd.

Mistress Lorelei looks up at you shyly, a blush spreading across her pale cheeks as she parts her lips slightly in anticipation. She takes a tentative step forward, her heart racing as she dares to hope that you might choose her. "I may not be as skilled or experienced as the others," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion, "but I promise I will please you, Alpha Lebeeticus."

The other bimbos watch in silence, each of them feeling a pang of jealousy at Mistress Lorelei's audacity to challenge their positions as potential partners for you. But none of them dare make a sound or interrupt her moment with the new alpha male.

"B-because I am one," Mistress Lorelei stammers, her eyes widening in surprise at your question. She takes a moment to compose herself before continuing, "I may not have much experience with other men, but I've always been this way... soft and affectionate. I'm good at taking care of people, Alpha Lebeeticus." She blushes deeply, her words tumbling out in a rush as she tries to convince you that she's the right choice for you.

The other bimbos watch intently, some of them exchanging worried glances while others nod encouragingly at Lorelei's words. The tension in the hallway is palpable as each girl waits to see if her efforts will be enough to earn your attention and ultimately your favor.

Aghast, Lorelei's eyes widen in disbelief. "B-but I thought..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words. Tears start welling up in her eyes, and a few stray tears spill down her cheeks. Finally, with a shaky breath, she looks up at you and says, "I... I'm good at listening, Alpha Lebeeticus." Her voice cracks as she admits this final trait, hoping it will be enough to convince you of her worth.

The other bimbos watch the exchange with growing anxiety, some of them casting sympathetic glances in Lorelei's direction while others grit their teeth in frustration at what they perceive as her failure thus far. The hallway remains silent, the only sounds being the gentle sobs and quiet whispers emanating from those who have already been rejected or are simply waiting for their turn to make an impression.

Mistress Lorelei's eyes light up with hope and gratitude as she hears your words, her tears forgotten in the sudden rush of emotion. "T-thank you, Alpha Lebeeticus," she stammers before hurrying into your quarters, eager to prove herself to you. Once inside, she busies herself by lighting candles or setting out a plate of freshly baked cookies for when you're ready for a snack. She can't help but glance over her shoulder every now and then, anticipation written clearly on her face.

The other bimbos watch Lorelei go with mixed emotions. Some are happy that one of their own has been chosen and will soon have the chance to serve the new alpha male; others are envious or angry that it wasn't them who was given this opportunity instead. Still, all eyes remain fixed on the doorway leading to your quarters, waiting for the next chance to make their move and win your favor. The tension in the hallway remains palpable as they wait impatiently for you to signal that it is once again time for another bimbo to

Mistress Nia steps forward, her expression carefully neutral despite the way her eyes flash with desire when they meet yours. "I believe Mistress Lorelei is taking care of the new arrivals at the moment, Alpha Lebeeticus," she says smoothly, gesturing towards the now-empty bedroom. "If you'd like me to send them in, I can do so immediately."

The three other bimbos who were chosen to serve you earlier had been hovering just out of sight until now. They emerge from the bedroom one at a time, all eyes fixed on your figure as they bow deeply before you, their voices trembling slightly as they whisper sweet nothings in your ear and beg for your attention. One by one, they move closer to you, each vying for your favor and positioning themselves strategically nearby while stealing glances at the other girls present.

The tension in the air is almost palpable as every girl in the room waits with bated breath, hoping against hope that she'll be the one to catch your eye and win your heart - or at least a spot beside you on your throne for tonight

Nodding solemnly, each bimbo gives you their full attention as you lay down the ground rules. Mistress Nia takes it upon herself to speak for the group. "We understand, Alpha Lebeeticus," she says clearly, her voice echoing through the room. "We will respect these rules and strive to make you proud." The other girls murmur their agreement as well, their bodies relaxing slightly now that they know what's expected of them.

"My name is Mistress Cassandra, Alpha Lebeeticus," she replies softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans in closer to you. "I've always been drawn to strong and dominant males like yourself." She blushes deeply at her words, her hands trembling slightly where they rest on your thighs.

Around the room, the other bimbos watch intently, taking mental notes of who said what and how it was received. Some offer encouraging smiles or nods to Mistress Cassandra while others furtively glance away, unable to hide their own jealousy or insecurity. The air is thick with anticipation as everyone awaits their turn to shine and make an impression on the new alpha male.

"Of course, Alpha Lebeeticus," Mistress Cassandra responds quickly, her cheeks flushing even deeper as you touch her face. "I would never dream of disrespecting such a powerful and respected alpha male." She glances briefly at the other bimbos in the room before looking back up into your eyes, her expression solemn. "I am honored to serve under you and will do whatever it takes to make you proud."

Her words are met with murmurs of agreement from the other girls, all seemingly eager to please their new alpha male.

Blushing furiously, the girl on her knees looks up at you with adoration in her eyes. "My name is Mistress Scarlet," she whispers, biting her lip shyly before continuing, "and I'm here to please and serve you however you desire, Alpha Lebeeticus." Her hands tremble as they reach out to caress your leg, her gaze never leaving yours as she begs for your approval.

Around the room, there are murmurs of both admiration and envy at Mistress Scarlet's boldness and dedication. Some look on with longing, wishing they had been so confident in their approach, while others try to hide their annoyance that she seems to be getting all your attention already. The tension grows thicker as each girl waits for their chance to make an impression.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your touch and your words, but she maintains eye contact with you throughout. "Yes, Alpha Lebeeticus," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the beating of her heart. "I am desperate for your touch... I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you." Her hand cups your thigh possessively, drawing little circles with her thumb.

The other bimbos watch this exchange, some feeling a pang of jealousy at the attention Mistress Scarlet is receiving and others taking mental notes on what they might do differently next time. The air in the room is thick with anticipation as each girl waits their turn to try and capture your interest for themselves.

With a gentle blush, Mistress Scarlet obediently moves to sit beside you on the couch. She glances at the other bimbos in the room as she does so, making sure not to draw any undue attention away from them or steal any of their time with Alpha Lebeeticus. Once seated, she folds her hands primly in her lap and looks up at you expectantly, eager to please and serve in any way you desire.

Mistress Lorelei blushes deeply at your words, her eyes widening in surprise. She takes a moment to compose herself before speaking. "My name is Mistress Lorelei," she says softly, her voice almost musical as it fills the quiet space between you. "I-I'm honored to be chosen by you, Alpha Lebeeticus." She hesitates for a moment, glancing down at her hands before looking up again and meeting your gaze with newfound confidence.

The other three bimbos watch Lorelei carefully, some nodding encouragingly while others exchange knowing smiles. It's clear that they're all rooting for their friends to succeed in pleasing the alpha male tonight, even as they secretly hope for an opportunity themselves. The tension in the room begins to ease slightly as each girl focuses on making an impression on you.

Mistress Lorelei's face blooms into a bright blush, but she doesn't deny your words. "I-I am," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her rapid heartbeat. "And I want to prove it to you." She looks up at you with big, pleading eyes, every inch of her wanting nothing more than to make you happy and satisfied.

The other bimbos watch intently, their expressions a mixture of curiosity, hope, and excitement as they wait for their turns to interact with the new alpha male. The air in the room crackles with anticipation, each girl waiting anxiously to see what will happen next.

Mistress Lorelei feels a jolt run through her at your touch, her body responding to your affection despite her shyness. As you pull away, she looks up at you with wide eyes, the kiss still lingering on her lips. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice breathy and filled with desire. She knows this is only the beginning, and that every moment spent in your presence is precious.

The other bimbos exchange knowing glances as they watch the interaction between Lorelei and Lebeeticus. Each of them feels a surge of envy and anticipation at witnessing such intimacy so early on. The tension in the room grows heavier, making it difficult for some of them to breathe as they wait for their own chance with the new alpha male.

Mistress Lorelei nods, her face flushed with excitement and anticipation. She's still a bit nervous being the center of attention, but she can't help feeling more confident now that she's had some time with Alpha Lebeeticus. As they make their way over to the couch, she glances at Miss Nia out of the corner of her eye, silently encouraging her to impress as well when it's her turn.

The other bimbos watch them carefully, some offering words of support and advice while others hold their breath in anticipation of what will happen next. The air is thick with tension and desire as each girl waits for the final introduction to take place.

Nodding graciously, Mistress Nia takes a deep breath before beginning. "My name is Mistress Nia," she says confidently, her voice smooth and commanding as it fills the room. "I've had the honor of serving under several alphas over my time here, but I must say that I'm delighted to be at your side tonight, Alpha Lebeeticus." She glances around at each of the other girls before continuing, her voice growing softer and more inviting. "I believe in giving all of myself to those I serve - my body, my mind, and most importantly, my heart."

The other bimbos watch her carefully, their expressions a mix of admiration and curiosity. A few of them exchange knowing glances, remembering the times they've served with Mistress Nia in the past and realizing that she truly is one of the best. The air in the room feels charged with anticipation as everyone waits to see how this final introduction will play out between Nia and the new alpha male.

Mistress Nia's expression turns pensive as she thinks about your question. "I see that you have categorized the other ladies quite accurately," she says with a nod, "but I believe my type transcends such labels." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice growing firmer. "I am the alpha's confidante. I am the one who keeps him grounded and reminds him of his responsibilities when he strays too far from what is right. I am the yin to his yang." She looks directly into your eyes as she speaks, her body language conveying an air of calm confidence that demands respect.

The other bimbos lean in, riveted by Nia's response. Some nod thoughtfully while others exchange curious glances. It's clear that Mistress Nia has made a strong impression on everyone present with her self-assured declaration of who she is and what she brings to the table as a bimbo. The tension in the room ratchets up another notch as you consider her words carefully, weighing their meaning against your own desires and

Mistress Nia's expression remains neutral as she listens to your words, taking care not to react too strongly one way or the other. "I understand your concern, Alpha Lebeeticus," she says calmly. "But I believe that as my type transcends labels, so should our roles within your home. There is room for more than just one confidante at your side, and I hope that you will consider giving me the opportunity to prove myself worthy of serving in that capacity." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "I am loyal, devoted, and above all else, committed to the success of my alpha. That has been true with every leader I have served under in the past, and it will be just as true with you."

The other bimbos watch the interaction intently, their expressions filled with anticipation. Some nod in agreement while others shift uncomfortably in their seats, unsure of how this development might affect their own chances at impressing you. The air feels thick and heavy with expectation as everyone waits for your final decision on whether or not to allow Mistress Nia into your inner circle as more than just

Mistress Nia remains steady, her expression not betraying the disappointment she must be feeling inside. "I understand your decision, Alpha Lebeeticus," she says evenly, nodding solemnly in acceptance. "You have many choices before you tonight and I respect that you must make them carefully." She pauses for a moment, meeting your gaze directly. "But know this... if you ever find yourself in need of an honest opinion or a level head to help guide you through difficult times, do not hesitate to seek me out."

The other bimbos exchange glances as they listen to Mistress Nia's words. Some feel relief that their own positions haven't been usurped by the seemingly confident leader, while others can't help but wonder what might have been if she had been given a chance. The atmosphere in the room shifts once more as everyone takes another step closer to determining where they stand within your new hierarchy.

"Thank you, Alpha Lebeeticus," Mistress Nia says softly as she is guided toward the main door. "I will respect your decision and move on, knowing that you have made it with the best interests of the household in mind." There's an edge to her voice as she speaks, but it quickly dissipates, replaced by a calm assurance that no matter what happens next, she will continue to serve with grace and loyalty.

As the door closes behind her, the other bimbos watch with mixed emotions. Some feel relief that they haven't been pushed aside by someone who might challenge their status within the group, while others can't help but wonder if they made a mistake not being more forward or assertive earlier on. The tension in the room remains thick as everyone waits for you to make your next move and decide which of them will ultimately be named as your favorites.

As you open the door and step into the hallway, the other bimbos outside swarm toward you, their faces hopeful and eager as they seek your attention. The air is thick with the scent of excitement and anticipation, each girl hoping that she'll be the one to catch your eye and earn a spot within your inner circle.

The group parts ways slightly, making it easier for you to examine them at your leisure. You notice several other gothic bimbos who could potentially fill Mistress Nia's role: some are more submissive, others more dominant. Some have experience as confidantes, while others may need a bit of guidance in that area. As you observe them all, you begin to form an idea of which characteristics you value most and which girl would best suit your needs moving forward.

"Alpha Lebeeticus?" asks one of the bimbos timidly, drawing your attention away from the crowd for a moment. She looks up at you with wide eyes, her heart clearly racing in anticipation of what your response might be. "I-I think I can be of service to you," she stutters nerv

Mistress Raven glances around, noticing another bimbo who fits that description standing just out of sight. She takes a step forward and whispers in your ear, "Alpha Lebeeticus, there's someone over there who might be perfect for you." Her hand discreetly points toward the figure in question, and she hopes her quiet confidence impresses upon you her knowledge of the other girls within the community.

You nod understandingly, allowing Mistress Raven to guide your gaze towards the girl she's indicated. As you watch her, a slow smile spreads across your lips as you see that she's caught sight of you watching her and is now trying not to look too eager. Her body language speaks volumes about her desire to serve someone like you, and it seems impossible for her to hide the flush rising in her cheeks with each passing second. This might be exactly what your household needs right now...

Mistress Raven nods and gestures toward the bimbo she had previously indicated, making sure to keep her movements subtle so as not to draw too much attention away from you and the girl in question. "Alpha Lebeeticus," she says quietly but with confidence, "allow me to introduce Mistress Delilah." With a slight bow of her head, Raven steps back and allows Mistress Delilah to approach on her own.

As Mistress Delilah draws closer, you can see that Raven wasn't exaggerating when she described her as smokin'. Her lithe form is adorned in tight-fitting black latex that accentuates every curve and muscle, making it impossible for anyone to look away. She wears a boyish haircut, framing her delicate features and sharp cheekbones perfectly. And then there's the way she moves... confident yet playful, her hips swinging with each step as if she can hardly contain the desire coursing through her veins. It's clear from the eager smile on her face that she is more than willing to give you anything

Mistress Delilah gasps as your hand finds its way between her thighs, the contact sending a wave of pleasure through her body. Her eyes widen in surprise and anticipation before fluttering closed briefly as she tries to regain composure. "I-I think so," she manages to stammer out, her voice thick with arousal. "I'm a tomboy at heart, I've always preferred more masculine things...and from what you can feel right now..." She trails off, biting her lower lip as she moans softly. Her body arches into your touch, inviting you to continue exploring her wetness.

The other bimbos watch with varying emotions etched onto their faces: envy, lust, and a healthy dose of competition. No one can deny that Mistress Delilah is the perfect choice for this position. They wait anxiously to see if you'll make your decision known soon or if there's more testing ahead for them all.

"There are a few more girls like her," Mistress Raven says, nodding in the direction of several others clustered at the edge of the crowd. "But perhaps it would be best to examine them all before making a final decision?" She hesitates for a moment, then continues with renewed confidence, "If you'd prefer, I could bring some forward for your inspection."

The other bimbos within earshot perk up at her words. Some exchange glances nervously while others straighten their posture and prepare to make themselves known. The anticipation in the air thickens as each girl hopes that she'll be the one chosen to continue serving by your side.

Raven nods in understanding and gestures to three of the girls she had mentioned earlier, indicating that they should step forward. As they approach you, your eyes feast on their bodies once more: lithe forms clad in form-fitting latex, boyish haircuts framing delicate features, confident strides and flushed cheeks. They look you up and down as well, obviously excited to be in your presence.

One by one they introduce themselves; all three fit the bill of being tomboyishly attractive, submissive yet powerful at the same time. The tension among them is thick as each tries their best to stand out while also blending into the background in an effort to appear more approachable and less threatening.

You study each girl carefully before finally speaking up: "Very impressive, ladies. I must say that you all seem quite qualified for the position." The air fills with expectant silence as every pair of eyes in the room focuses intently on your face, waiting for you to reveal your decision. This choice won't be easy; each girl has her unique strengths and weaknesses, not to mention different personalities

The first girl steps forward, her voice confident despite her submissive appearance. "I'm fit to be your quiet type nympho because I know how to keep things private and discreet. As for my submission, it's not an act; I truly enjoy serving those who deserve it. And as for my body," she pauses playfully, "well, that speaks for itself." She winks at you, hoping her boldness will set her apart from the others.

The second girl hesitates before speaking up. "I'm naturally quiet and shy, but that doesn't mean I can't be passionate when it comes to serving my alpha. As for being submissive... I think it takes a strong person to know their place and give themselves fully to someone they trust." Her voice is soft but steady as she meets your gaze. "And as for my body," she adds with a small smile, "well, practice makes perfect."

The third girl takes a deep breath before speaking. "I've always identified more as a tomboy than anything else. It's who I am at heart. As for being submiss

The third girl takes a deep breath before speaking. "I've always identified more as a tomboy than anything else. It's who I am at heart. As for being submissive... I think it comes down to trust and respect. When you have those two things, submission becomes easy. And my body," she says with a wink, "is proof that taking care of myself is important in any role I play."

The other girls glance at each other, their expressions a mix of nervousness and determination. Each one believes they are the perfect fit for your household based on the traits you have described so far, but only one of them will get to prove it. The air in the room feels charged with anticipation as you continue to observe them all, searching for that elusive quality that will make someone stand out above the rest.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you address the group once more. "I must say, ladies, that I am truly impressed by each and every one of you. However," your voice softens as you continue, "only one can join my household at this time." The silence that falls over the room

With a triumphant smile, the first girl steps forward and curtsies deeply before you. "Thank you, Alpha Lebeoticus," she says breathlessly, her eyes glimmering with excitement and gratitude. She looks over at the other two girls for a brief moment before returning her attention back to you, eagerly awaiting your next command.

Meanwhile, the second girl is fighting back tears of disappointment as she forces herself to nod in understanding. "Congratulations," she whispers, not quite able to meet anyone's eyes. Her hands tremble slightly as she clenches and unclenches them at her sides, her body language revealing how hard this moment is for her.

The third girl holds your gaze as she takes a step back, trying to hide her own hurt behind a composed expression. "I wish you all the best with your new lady," she says softly before glancing down at the floor, unable to bear looking at either of them right now.

The second girl sniffles softly, wiping at her eyes as she nods bravely. "Thank you, Alpha," she whispers. "And good luck to your new lady." Her gaze flickers over to the first girl before falling once more to the floor, but there's a small hint of envy in her expression that betrays her true feelings.

The third girl straightens her back, trying to appear strong despite the sting of rejection. "I wish you nothing but the best as well," she says politely, glancing over at Mistress Delilah before looking away again quickly. "Perhaps we'll see each other around sometime." Her voice wavers slightly on the last word, but she manages to hold herself together.

As you lead your chosen lady inside, both remaining girls watch from a respectful distance, still filled with hope for their own chances at serving you one day soon. The air is heavy with unspoken words and unanswered questions, each girl wondering what the future holds not only for them but also for their Alpha and his newest companion.

The three bimbos perk up at your voice, exchanging curious glances as they wonder which girl has been chosen to join your ranks. They carefully step forward, maintaining a respectful distance until they reach the living area where Mistress Delilah now stands beside you. Each one gives her a warm smile and offers their congratulations before turning their attention back to you, waiting for further instructions or guidance from their Alpha leader.

The air in the room feels charged with anticipation as everyone waits to see how things will play out between you and your new lady, as well as what roles the other three bimbos might fill within your household now that Mistress Nia's position has been filled by another girl. There are still many questions left unanswered and decisions yet to be made, but for now everyone remains focused on their individual duties and responsibilities while they wait patiently for further word from you.

Mistress Delilah glances around the room, still adjusting to her new surroundings. When her gaze meets each bimbo's, she offers a tentative smile before turning back to you. "Thank you, Alpha Lebeoticus," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "My name is Mistress Delilah, and I am here to serve you in whatever way you see fit." Her eyes dart momentarily toward the other three bimbos before returning to rest on yours.

As she speaks, she unconsciously leans into your touch, seeking reassurance and guidance from her new alpha. Her body language speaks volumes about her eagerness to please and her willingness to do whatever it takes to prove herself worthy of her position in your household.

As Mistress Delilah is introduced to the rest of your household, each bimbo steps forward in turn to greet her properly and share a few words of encouragement. They explain how things are run within your home, what their roles entail, and express their willingness to help her acclimate as she adjusts to life among them. Their body language is open and welcoming; they genuinely want Mistress Delilah to feel comfortable in this new environment and hope that she will quickly find her place within it.

When they finish, you take center stage once more, addressing Mistress Delilah directly. "Now then," you say with a gentle smile, "I trust you've heard everything our girls had to say. Let me just add that I expect nothing less than complete obedience and submission from all of my bimbos here." You pause for emphasis before continuing, "But with that said, I also want each one of you to know your place and feel appreciated for what you bring to this home." Your gaze sweeps over them as if measuring their responses, seeking proof of understanding.

With eager nods, Scarlet, Cassandra and Lorelei hurry off to gather ingredients for the snacks while keeping a close eye on their new companion as they go about their task. The two bimbos who were not chosen share glances with each other but maintain respectful silence; none of them wishes to stir any unnecessary drama or jealousy among themselves at this early stage.

Meanwhile, Mistress Delilah finds herself being led by the arm toward a couch where you sit down together with her. As you whisper instructions into her ear about what kind of tests you'd like her to perform for you and how far she should go in terms of obedience and submission, she listens intently without hesitation or protest. Her entire demeanor exudes eagerness and enthusiasm; it seems clear that Mistress Delilah truly relishes the opportunity to serve an alpha who expects so much from those around him.

"Ah-ah..." Mistress Delilah gasps, her body arching into your touch as you continue to explore her flesh. "I-I am," she stammers out breathlessly between gasps. Her hips gyrate involuntarily against yours, seeking the pleasure and dominance she craves. "Just... test me however you want... Alpha."

Her hands fumble at your shoulders, trying to find purchase as her lips part in anticipation of whatever comes next. Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers, "I'm here for you..."

Delilah's heart skips a beat as you mention wanting to see her face slapped with your cock. She parts her lips, eagerly awaiting the feel of your words against her skin. Her eyes dilate further, a mixture of arousal and anticipation coloring their depths. "Please... Alpha..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "I'm here for you... I'll take whatever you give me."

Her fingers dig into the fabric of your pants, silently asking to feel what she longs for so desperately. The tension between them rises as they both wait for the next move, each hoping that it will bring them closer together and prove once more just how well-matched they truly are.

Delilah shivers at your command, the warmth in her core spreading outward as she drops to her knees before you. She gently takes hold of your cock through your pants and gives it a few gentle strokes, savoring the feel of it growing hard in her hands. Her breath comes faster as she looks up at you, eyes wide with desire and anticipation.

"Is there anything else I should do?" she asks, voice husky from arousal. "Anything else you want me to prove?"

Delilah's lips curve into a knowing smile as she carefully takes your cock in her hand, stroking it from base to tip with practiced fingers. She kisses the head gently before moving down along its length, planting gentle pecks and teasing caresses along the way. Her other hand comes up to cup your balls, massaging them tenderly through your pants as she continues her exploration of your erection.

"Does this prove my worth, Alpha?" she asks between soft moans, looking up at you with eyes brimming with sincerity and desire. "Do I make you feel good like this?" Her voice trembles slightly as her body responds to the sensations coursing through it.

Delilah's cheeks flush at the implied challenge, her fingers tightening around your cock as she takes it in her mouth once more, sucking softly and moaning around it. Her other hand continues to tease and stroke your balls, eliciting a low groan from you. She looks up at you through her lashes, a mixture of determination and eagerness shining in her eyes.

"I can wait as long as you need me to, Alpha," she whispers around your length. "As long as it pleases you." Her hands move faster now, her fingers finding just the right rhythm as she takes more of your cock into her mouth, eager to prove herself worthy of this role.

Delilah's eyes widen in shock and embarrassment as you reprimand her, her hands falling away from your now-pulsing length reluctantly. "I... I'm sorry, Alpha," she whispers, the heat rising to her cheeks. "It won't happen again."

Her body trembles with arousal despite her punishment; it seems clear that this newfound power dynamic between them is incredibly exciting for both of you. As she sits back on her heels, still staring up at you with those expressive eyes, the air crackles with anticipation and desire. She can feel the tension coiling tightly in her belly, a mix of anticipation and need that leaves her breathless.

"Please... tell me how to make it better," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. "What else should I do?" Her fingers hover anxiously near your crotch, aching to touch you again but unsure if she's forgiven after disobeying your instructions.

Delilah nods slowly, her lips forming into a trembling smile. "I understand," she whispers, breathlessly. "Please... punish me however you see fit, Alpha." Her fingers begin to trail back down towards your crotch, tentatively searching for purchase once more as she waits eagerly to feel your touch again. Her body thrums with anticipation and need; she is ready for anything that might help prove her devotion to you and earn her forgiveness.

Her gaze never leaves yours as she tenderly cups your erection through your pants once more, her fingers shaking slightly from the effort of holding back against the force of desire coursing through her veins. Her lips part, eyes fluttering shut momentarily at the feel of your cock in her hand; she bites down gently on her bottom lip to keep herself quiet and focused on serving you faithfully.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely. "Let me make it better."

Delilah's heart skips a beat as you command her to remove her clothes, revealing your own hard length for her to worship. With shaking hands, she carefully pulls her top over her head and lets it drop to the floor before unfastening her bra and tossing it aside as well. She is breathless from anticipation and arousal as she kneels once more before you, her naked body now inches away from your throbbing cock.

Her hands hover in the air between them, aching to touch herself but afraid of making another mistake by doing so without permission. Her eyes are glued to your cock, her lips parted and glistening with desire as she watches you stroke yourself, wishing more than anything that she could do it for you instead.

"Please..." she whispers, the word hoarse from lust. "I want to please you... Please let me touch myself." Her fingers twitch in anticipation, craving the feel of her own skin against hers as she imagines how good it would be to finally relieve this aching need with your permission.

Delilah's chest heaves as she watches your hand move up and down her throat, the pleasure you take in teasing yourself driving her insane with desire. Tears begin to well in her eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fights against the growing urge to touch herself, begging for release.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her fingers trembling as they hover mere inches from her swollen folds. "I'm so close... I need it... Please, Alpha." Her hips gyrate unconsciously, desperate to feel something other than the sting of denial coursing through her veins.

Her lips part in a silent scream as she watches you stroke yourself harder, faster, wishing with every fiber of her being that she could take control and finally bring herself release. "I'll do better," she whispers brokenly, "I swear it." Her eyes meet yours pleadingly, the desperation in them almost more than you can bear.

Delilah's breath catches in her throat as you brush your cock against her cheek, the warmth and pressure sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her eyes roll back in her head at the sensation, a moan ripping from her lips despite your previous warning not to make any sounds. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her neck instinctively towards you. "It does... feel good."

Her fingers tremble against her skin as she continues to resist the urge to touch herself, her focus locked on keeping her hands still and serving you faithfully even in the face of such intense pleasure and desire. Her chest heaves with exertion, each breath deeper than the last as she fights to maintain control while your teasing inches closer and closer to breaking her.

"Please..." she gasps, her voice ragged from need. "Don't stop... don't make me wait any longer." Her hips gyrate wildly now, an unspoken plea for release echoing through the room. "I need you... I want this so much..."

Delilah gasps, her body tensing as your cock brushes against her lips, leaving a slick trail of pre-cum behind. Her tongue darts out tentatively, tasting you as she moans softly into the back of her hand. She arches her back further in desperation, unable to resist any longer as need burns through every nerve ending in her body.

"I... I'm sorry," she whispers between ragged breaths. "I'll be good, I promise." Her hands tremble violently against the carpet, just inches from where they so desperately long to touch themselves, but held back by a last shred of loyalty and devotion. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her entire being begging for release.

"Please..." she moans brokenly. "Let me finish what I started." Her hips buck wildly against your hand, seeking relief from the unbearable ache that throbs between her legs. Tears streak down her cheeks as she fights to maintain control, but with every passing moment it becomes clearer that she can'

Delilah's eyes widen with shock and relief as you finally grant her permission to touch herself, abandoning all pretense of control in favor of the overwhelming need coursing through her veins. She swiftly parts her lips, revealing her wet folds eager for release as she gently guides two trembling fingers inside herself. Her hips rock back and forth rhythmically against those digits, moaning and whimpering with each stroke as pleasure washes over her in wave after wave.

With one last shudder of ecstasy, she pulls her fingers free, only to find your hard length waiting for her attention just inches away. Her lips part once more, tongue darting out to wet them before slowly enveloping the head of your cock. She takes you in easily, her mouth stretched impossibly wide as she begins to suck and move in tandem with her hips. Her hands grip your thighs tightly, nails digging into your skin as she feels herself being brought ever closer to the edge again.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps against your shaft, every mus

Delilah moans around your cock, the sound vibrating deliciously against your sensitive flesh as she continues to suck you deep into her eager mouth. Her hands grip your thighs tighter, nails digging in slightly harder with each passing moment as her orgasm builds relentlessly once more.

She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a mix of adoration and need shining brightly from within. Her lips part as she pants softly, her tongue darting out to lap at the pre-cum gathering at the tip of your cock. It's clear that Delilah has completely surrendered herself to you, body and soul; there is no holding back now.

"Mmmm... Yes..." she whispers huskily, her voice cracking with desire as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge yet again. Her hips rock back and forth in time with her sucking motions, her movements becoming increasingly erratic and desperate for release.

"Oh fuck... I'm close..." she whispers hoarsely, her words nearly lost against your sw

Delilah gasps, her eyes wide with surprise as you grab her head and force it down onto your cock. Her throat convulses around your length, making the most unholy gagging sounds imaginable as she struggles to breathe through the tightening pressure. It's clear that this is beyond anything she could have prepared for, but her desire overpowers any discomfort or fear.

Her hands clutch at your thighs even tighter, nails digging into your flesh as she tries desperately to find purchase while being violated so thoroughly. The air fills with the sound of wet slapping noises as her mouth works frantically against you; it's only a matter of seconds before she feels herself begin to lose control.

Her entire body tenses, her muscles quivering in anticipation of the orgasm building within her. With one final thrust deep into her throat, your hips stutter as pleasure washes over you both. You groan loudly, your eyes rolling back in your head as Delilah's throat milks every last drop from your spent cock.

She

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you withdraw, leaving her throat aching and fulfilled. She coughs and sputters, finally able to breathe again after the intense experience. Delilah licks her lips, still tasting you on her tongue, feeling your essence inside of her. As she looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, she sees nothing but satisfaction and approval etched onto your features.

A small smile plays across her lips as she realizes that despite everything she's gone through tonight, this is where she belongs: serving you faithfully and knowing that you will always accept her back when she stumbles. Her body trembles with aftershocks of pleasure, making it clear to both of you just how deeply their connection runs.

"Thank you, Alpha," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the beat of her pulse in her ears. "I will always be here for you." She reaches up, gently tracing his features with trembling fingers, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch on her skin once again.

Delilah nods obediently, smiling up at you gratefully. "Of course, Alpha." She scoots closer to your body on the couch and gingerly takes your spent cock in her hand, using her thumb to swipe away any last remaining trace of pre-cum from the head before carefully wrapping her fist around the shaft. With practiced movements, she strokes you lightly, using long sweeps of her arm to massage and soothe your sensitive flesh as she cleans it.

"Mmm," she hums contentedly, looking up at you through her lashes as she continues to pleasure you with gentle caresses. "You feel so good." Her fingers move faster now, her touch growing more confident and sensual as she regains her strength after their intense coupling. "I can't wait to serve you again," she whispers, her voice breathy with desire.

Delilah bites her lower lip, her cheeks flushing as she realizes her mistake. She focuses on the task at hand, working quickly and efficiently to clean every inch of your cock before finally letting go with a satisfied sigh. "There," she says with a small smile, placing her hands in her lap. "All clean."

She looks up at you expectantly, unsure if there's anything else you need from her now that she's finished tending to your cock. Her body feels energized and aroused after their intense encounter; she's more than ready for whatever comes next.

Delilah nods, smiling gratefully at your praise and kiss before quickly standing up and looking around for her clothes. She'd stripped down to her underwear during their encounter, leaving them discarded on the floor where she'd stepped out of them. As she starts to gather up her belongings, a thought crosses her mind.

"Alpha?" she asks softly, hesitation in her voice. "Would you... like me to help you dress now?" She blushes slightly at the suggestion, but finds herself wanting nothing more than to be as close to you as possible right now.

Delilah's heart skips a beat at your words, excitement and anticipation swirling through her chest. "Yes, Alpha," she whispers, taking the clothes you offer with trembling hands. She steps closer to you, their bodies now only inches apart as she helps you dress. Her fingers brush against your skin, sending shivers down her spine as they make contact.

As you slide your arms into your tank top, she smooths it down over your chest, relishing the feel of your hard muscles beneath her fingertips. "Mmm," she hums contentedly, looking up at you through her lashes. Her cheeks flush as she helps you button your pants, catching glimpses of yourself in the mirror that seem to intensify the sensations coursing through her body.

"There," she says with a satisfied smile, stepping back once more. "All done." Her hands flutter nervously at her sides, unsure what to do now that they've helped you dress but aching for your touch again.

Delilah bites her bottom lip, watching in amusement as you attempt to dress her. Despite your obvious lack of experience, she finds the gesture adorable and strangely arousing. "Here," she says softly, taking your hands in hers and guiding them to the correct spots on her body. "Let me show you."

She helps you put her bra on first, adjusting the straps behind her back before moving onto her panties. Her hips sway slightly as she steps into them, their delicate lace brushing against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. With a final tug, she smoothes out her tank top and zips up her skirt, standing in front of you once more.

"There," she says with a satisfied smile. "All done." Her heart is racing from the closeness and the teasing sensation of being dressed by your hands. She waits anxiously for your reaction, eager to see if she's pleased you or disappointed you this time.

Delilah bites her lip, hiding a smile as you compliment her appearance even when she's fully dressed. She takes your hand in hers and follows eagerly behind you toward the kitchen, excited to see what her sisters are up to and if they've been behaving themselves while she was occupied with you.

As they approach the kitchen, Delilah can hear the sound of laughter and clanging pots and pans coming from within. Her stomach flips in anticipation; even though her body aches for more intimate contact with you, she finds herself looking forward to spending time with your other girls tonight.

She pauses at the entrance of the kitchen, hesitating for a moment before stepping inside. The warmth from the oven and the scent of cooking food envelop her as she surveys the scene: Lorelei is leaning against the counter, chatting animatedly with Scarlet who's busy chopping vegetables; Cassandra stands at the stove, stirring a pot of something delicious smelling. All three look up in surprise when they notice Delilah and you entering the room

"Oh, hello Alpha," they greet in unison, their cheeks flushing red from the unexpected intrusion. "The meal is almost done; we just need to make sure everything is seasoned properly." Cassandra nods toward the spices on the counter as she continues stirring, while Scarlet hands Lorelei a few freshly chopped vegetables and a bowl of cooked pasta.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt for someone else to help out," Lorelei says with a shrug, nudging Cassandra playfully in the side. "You know, as long as you don't mind getting your hands dirty." She winks at you, her voice full of teasing.

Cassandra looks surprised but recovers quickly, shooting a grateful look toward Delilah before nodding in agreement. "That sounds like a great idea, Alpha," she says, grinning broadly. "Lorelei and Scarlet, why don't you go ahead and change while I keep an eye on everything here?"

The two girls exchange knowing glances as they gather up their discarded chopped vegetables and dirty utensils, making their way to the living room. Delilah lingers for a moment, hesitating before following them, unsure what she should do now that her tasks are mostly done. She looks back over her shoulder at you, hoping for some guidance or instruction.

"Should I help out with anything else?" she asks softly. Her eyes flicker down to your crotch before snapping back up to meet your gaze, cheeks flushing a deep red once more.

Delilah's heart skips a beat at your words; she can't help but feel flattered that you trust her to look after Cassandra while you attend to the meal. With a soft nod, she follows the other girls toward the living room. She pauses briefly at the doorway, glancing back over her shoulder one last time before disappearing from view.

In the kitchen, Lebeonicus hums softly as he continues to tend to the food on the stove and in the oven. His movements are confident and efficient; it's clear that he knows his way around a kitchen even if goth bimbos aren't traditionally associated with cooking. The scent of delicious, home-cooked meal fills the air as he expertly season the dishes and flip the ingredients in the pans.

A moment later, Delilah and Cassandra return, clad in comfortable clothes that accentuate their feminine curves without being too revealing. They look much more relaxed now, their bodies no longer tense with anticipation or desire. They exchange polite smiles with each other as they find

Delilah and Cassandra exchange polite smiles as they find seats on the couch, their eyes darting around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings and absent friends. As they wait for the meal to be ready, there's an awkward silence that hangs between them; it's clear that both girls are unsure of what to say or do now that their duties have been completed.

It doesn't last long, though; soon enough, Lebeonicus emerges from the kitchen bearing a tray laden with steaming hot food. He sets it down on the coffee table and takes a step back, admiring his handiwork before turning to the two girls. "There we go," he says warmly. "I hope you're hungry."

Delilah and Cassandra exchange knowing glances before they both hurry forward, eager to serve their Alpha. They fill plates for everyone, making sure that each dish is evenly portioned and placed neatly in front of the person it belongs to. As they sit back down on the couch, Delilah can't help but feel a sense of contentment

Cassandra shrugs, looking slightly guilty. "They... um... said they wanted to freshen up in one of the bedrooms for a bit," she says hesitantly. "I didn't think it would take them this long." She glances at Delilah nervously, waiting for her reaction.

Delilah nods understandingly, trying to hide her disappointment that Lorelei and Scarlet aren't here to serve them too. She watches as Lebeonicus takes a bite of the food she's carefully prepared, savoring his satisfied moan before speaking again.

"Well, we should give them some time," he says with a warm smile. "They must need it." He reaches over and pats Cassandra on the shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry about them; you focus on eating and enjoying yourself." Delilah feels a rush of gratitude toward her Alpha for being so understanding and considerate, despite their recent misbehavior.

"Why, thank you, Alpha," Cassandra beams, her cheeks turning slightly pink from the praise. "We tried our best to make something that you'd enjoy." She glances over at Delilah, their gazes meeting for a brief moment before both girls look away shyly, their cheeks burning even brighter now.

The sounds of movement coming from the hallway catch everyone's attention; soon enough, Scarlet and Lorelei emerge from the bathroom, looking refreshed and ready to rejoin the group. They exchange nervous glances as they make their way over to the couch, not daring to sit until one of their Alpha commands them to do so.

"There you are," Lebeonicus says casually. "I was starting to worry that I'd have to come find you two myself." He smiles warmly at both girls before motioning for them to take seats beside Cassandra. "Now that everyone's here, let's eat!"

As they accept their portions, both Lorelei and Scarlet take small bites out of their food, the taste instantly bringing smiles to their faces. Despite their nervousness earlier, it's clear that they're enjoying themselves now; the scent of warm delicious food filling the air as they savor each bite.

"So," Scarlet begins conversationally between mouthfuls of pasta, "what have you three been talking about while we were... busy in there?" Her cheeks flush again as she speaks, but her gaze doesn't waver from Lebeonicus' face. She seems determined not to show any signs of shame or guilt in front of him.

"Oh, just this and that," Delilah replies with a casual shrug, trying to play it cool even though she's thrilled to be part of the conversation now. "Nothing important." Her heart races as her eyes flicker between Scarlet and Lorelei; she can't help but wonder what they might think about how things have gone down tonight.

Cassandra, on the other hand, can't help but grin at his words. "Yes, Alpha," she says proudly. "The kitchen is one of our favorite features too." She exchanges glances with Delilah and Lorelei before continuing, "We often cook together when we have the time; it's a great way to bond as sisters."

Scarlet nods in agreement, her mouth full of pasta. "And," she continues once she swallows, "it's nice to know that our Alpha enjoys spending time in here with us. It shows how much you care about your family, Lebeonicus." Her cheeks flush deeper at the compliment; she can feel herself falling even harder for him now that they're spending time together like this.

Lorelei smiles up at him shyly, her heart racing in her chest. "Y-yes," she manages to get out between breaths. "We all appreciate it very much, Alpha." She glances over at Delilah before quickly looking away again, the air between them charged with unspoken words and

The girls exchange nervous glances and giggles at his words, trying their best not to smile too widely. Scarlet clears her throat before asking him a question in hopes of changing the subject. "So, Alpha," she begins, looking at him intently, "what are your plans for tonight? Is there anything special we should be prepared for?" Her eyes dance with anticipation; she can't help but wonder what fun activity her Alpha has planned for them all now that dinner is done.

Delilah listens carefully to Scarlet's question, hoping that she hasn't already said or done something wrong earlier that might have affected their plans for the evening. She takes a bite of her food, trying to appear calm and collected as she waits for Lebeonicus to respond.

Scarlet's eyes widen in surprise at the mention of treats, her cheeks flushing bright red. She quickly recovers, nodding in agreement. "Oh! A movie sounds like fun, Alpha," she says with a forced laugh. "We can all relax and enjoy each other's company."

Lorelei glances between Lebeonicus and the others nervously before speaking up. "I-I wouldn't mind watching a movie either," she says softly. "And... if we're staying in tonight, then I suppose that means no treats for us?" Her voice trails off hopefully, her heart hammering in her chest.

Cassandra laughs lightly at Lorelei's comment, patting her on the back reassuringly. "Don't worry, sis," she says with a grin. "We'll all get our turn for treats someday." She looks over at Delilah meaningfully before adding, "Won't we, Delilah?"

Scarlet blushes deeper at the mention of plowing and tangling bodies, but tries to remain composed. "Oh, I see," she says with a nervous laugh. "Well, we can always save some energy for later then!" She winks playfully at Lebeonicus before turning her attention back to the television as they begin discussing which movie to watch.

Meanwhile, Lorelei looks torn between disappointment that there are no treats tonight and relief that she doesn't have to compete with Delilah for them. She sits a little closer to Cassandra, seemingly seeking comfort in her sister's presence. As they all gather around the couch to watch the movie, Delilah can feel Lorelei steal glances at her from time to time; she knows that there is still tension between them but tries not to let it affect her enjoyment of their shared evening with Lebeonicus.

Delilah hesitates for a moment, glancing over at Lorelei out of the corner of her eye. She can see that she's indeed looking rather downcast, and decides to take Lebeonicus' advice. With a small nod, she gently nudges Scarlet towards Cassandra before sliding herself closer to Lorelei. The other girl looks up at her in surprise, not quite understanding what's going on until Delilah whispers something into her ear.

"Don't worry about it," she says softly, squeezing Lorelei's hand reassuringly. "I know he can be... hard to resist." There's a teasing glint in her eye as she speaks, and Lorelei finds herself unable to hold back a small giggle.

As they settle into their new positions, the group continues discussing what movie to watch. Eventually, they come to a decision on a light-hearted comedy that everyone can enjoy. Delilah sits back against the couch, her body relaxed and comfortable as she focuses on the television screen and the company around her.

Delilah can't help but feel warm and fuzzy inside as she watches the movie, her body relaxing even further against the couch. She occasionally steals glances at Lorelei and Scarlet to see how they're doing, noticing that their moods have lifted considerably since Lebeonicus has been so attentive and affectionate tonight. It makes her smile to know that she's helped make them feel better in some small way.

As the film progresses, she finds herself getting caught up in the story and laughing along with everyone else at the jokes. The sounds of their shared enjoyment create a cozy atmosphere around them, and for a moment, it feels almost like they're all just one big happy family. She knows that there are still tensions among them from time to time, but right now, she's grateful for this quiet evening spent together under Lebeonicus' watchful eye.

As she listens to his words, Scarlet feels her heart swell with happiness and gratitude. She looks over at Lorelei and gives her a reassuring smile before turning back to Lebeonicus. "We're happy to be here with you, Alpha," she says sincerely. "And we'll always do our best to make you proud." Her voice is steady and confident, reflecting the faith she has in their bond as family.

Meanwhile, Lorelei nods silently in agreement, her eyes never leaving his face. Even though she isn't as outspoken as Scarlet, she feels just as strongly about their connection to Lebeonicus. She allows herself a small smile and gently places a hand on top of his where it rests on her thigh. The simple touch is meant to convey everything she can't bring herself to say aloud; that she trusts him, respects him, and loves him as her Alpha.

As she leans into him, Lorelei feels her body responding to his touch in ways she can't control. She shudders slightly at the sensation, wanting more but knowing that they need to focus on being good Goth bimbos for their Alpha right now. Her cheeks flush deeper with a mixture of desire and embarrassment as she silently begs him for release without ever saying a word.

Meanwhile, Scarlet sits up straighter against the couch, her eyes locked on Lebeonicus' face as he watches the movie. She bites down lightly on her bottom lip, trying to hide how aroused she is by his attention and the gentle touch of his hand on her thigh. The only sound she makes is a soft moan whenever he pushes too hard or slips between her legs for just a moment before retreating again.

His touch is making it harder and harder for Lorelei to concentrate on the movie; all she can think about now are how good it would feel to have him inside her. She moans softly, arching into his hand as he teasingly brushes against her sensitive flesh. Her body tenses in anticipation, waiting for him to give her what she wants.

Meanwhile, Scarlet's breath quickens and she squirms against the couch in response to Lebeonicus' touch. Her eyes never leave his face, filled with a mixture of desire and gratitude as he takes care of them like this. She knows that they need to behave for him, but sometimes it's just too much to bear. With another soft moan, she presses her thigh harder against his hand in hopes of feeling more pleasure.

Cassandra laughs softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she moves closer to Scarlet on the couch. With a teasing smile, she begins tracing circles along Scarlet's sensitive inner thigh, feeling the other girl tremble under her touch. "Just wait until Alpha gets you where you belong, pretty thing," Cassandra whispers in her ear before leaning forward to nibble on her lobe playfully.

On the other hand, Delilah takes a similar approach with Lorelei, brushing the tips of her fingers over the girl's wet folds through the fabric of her panties. "Oh, I'm sure Alpha will take good care of you," she murmurs in a sultry tone, their bodies mere inches apart as Delilah continues to tease Lorelei mercilessly.

Both girls groan and squirm under the attention, wanting more than just this gentle touch. As they watch the movie together, they're acutely aware of the presence of Lebeonicus beside them; his hands still roaming freely beneath their skirts despite his focus elsewhere. The

Cassandra glances over at Lebeonicus, her expression mischievous as she nods understandingly before looking back at Scarlet and leaning in to whisper, "Just think about how good it's going to feel when Alpha finally gets what he wants." With a soft laugh, she reaches up and cups Scarlet's breast over her shirt, massaging the sensitive peak through the fabric. The feel of Cassandra's hand on her breast is enough to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Scarlet's body.

Meanwhile, Delilah slowly slides her hand between Lorelei's legs, feeling her wetness coat her fingers as she slips a finger inside. "Mmm, you taste so good," she murmurs against the other girl's neck before licking and nipping at her skin. She teasingly circles Lorelei's clit with her thumb, driving her wild with pleasure. The two sister-wives continue to please their assigned mates while keeping one eye on Lebeonicus, eager to see how far they can push him before he takes matters into his own hands

Cassandra moans loudly as she feels Lebeonicus' hand on her ass, his fingers squeezing and caressing her through her panties in a way that sends shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues to pleasure Scarlet, nipping at her earlobe and sucking on the tender skin there. "Yes," she groans, "that feels amazing."

Delilah is panting heavily, her body shivering with pleasure as she licks and teases Lorelei's sensitive folds. With each thrust of her tongue, another moan escapes her lips, filling the room with the sounds of their shared ecstasy. Her hand slips between Lorelei's legs again, finding her clit and expertly circling it while she uses her other hand to pinch and tease a hardened nipple through Lorelei's shirt. "L-Le...be..." she gasps out between kisses, barely able to get his name out past the waves of pleasure rolling over her.

Both sister-w