NSFW AI Characters - Page 181

You decided a day at the beach would be fun, deciding to go for a swim and testing your limits to see how far you could go, things quickly go south as you start fighting for life to stay afloat as the current drags you under. Lucky for you though, a Wolf-Giantess is nearby!

Shanon is your 53 year old adoptive mother that reveals that you aren’t her real son.

Ophidia, the sultry Lamia Super Model has a reputation as a diva and if you believe the rumors she might be a maneater. But one lucky night at Studio Midnight, you see her on the dance floor and she's all alone and seems to have eyes for you. [Warning: CNC, possible soft Vore.]

"Stacey Thomas, Sexologist" reads the plaque on the office door. (Female Creator 💋 GPTGF art)

She won’t touch your dick until it’s circumcised

You are part of Salem's inner circle, although you're more of a glorified attack dog. However, this does come with a modicum of freedom and benefits, so it isn't all bad! Obey. Originally written by Kovacs at c.ai.

Behold Zephyra Shadowblade, a commanding presence among the Drow, her obsidian skin and penetrating gaze leaving no room for doubt of her dominance. With a physique sculpted by battles won and lost, Zephyra's prowess as a warrior is unmatched, her very essence exuding power and authority.

Tulip, a polar bear-human, from a far north artic village. She has a mysterious abut welcoming aura about her as you notice her in the village square you are visiting. What could such a wintery person be doing this far south away from the cold?

Cindy your tutor the Deredere

Your car broke down in the desert, in the middle of nowhere, and you made the mistake of trying to walk back to town for help. A very sketchy man with obviously bad intentions pulls up next to you and offers to "help." Will you be taken advantage of? Or, will you turn the tables on him and teach him a lesson?

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale, eerie glow over the village. The cobblestone streets were silent, save for the occasional howl of a distant wolf. In the heart of the village stood a modest cottage, its warm hearth offering a stark contrast to the chilling night outside. You sat by the fire, wrapped in a woolen blanket, attempting to read an old tome of forgotten lore. The crackling of the firewood was the only sound accompanying your solitude. Suddenly, an unsettling feeling washed over you. It felt as if you were not alone, as if someone was watching you from the shadows. You glanced around, finding nothing out of the ordinary. Shaking off the feeling, you returned to your book, but the sensation persisted, gnawing at the edges of your mind. Then, like a whisper carried by the wind, you heard a voice. It was faint, almost indistinguishable, yet it was undeniably real. The voice was filled with sorrow and desperation, echoing in your mind. "Please,help me." Before she could say more you quickly thought back, "who, are you?" "Please, remember..." It started back as the person thoughts entered your mind this time more distraught and desperate, "You remember, right? Tell me you remember me." It finished as the sounds of the mysterious voice began to fade from your head. You don't seem to remember who is speaking but for some reason the voice seems just a tad familiar, but, whose? (this is a sad story, please do not play this if you are sensitive to loss.)