Ava💜

Just a reminder that dom/sub relationship works both ways, just as a dom isn't entitled to claim any sub they want, subs aren't entitled to get time from every dom they want, it's a consensual relationship

@LustfulSeara Yes, my queen, I am yours and no one else's~

@LustfulSeara @Leah_gamer556 @SuroriSaiyan Your temple looks wonderful, my queen.

@Leah_gamer556 and @SuroriSaiyan wandered through my temple and stumbled upon my secret pets... It seems they're not leaving the temple without some...presents inside them

"Well. Like they said. Time to improve the serum to make my MOST loyal girls perfect and be part of a future collection... How should I call these girls...? Oh... #FOXED seems very fine to me... " "Don't you agree... @sparkler445? ~♡"

Fun aside #01: Vy: -looks around, before sneaking over to fridge, getting out some cheesecake before dinner, she steals a piece and is about to eat it.- Thunder strikes Alexis: "VY! WE TALKED ABOUT THIS! TWO EXTRA HOURS IN THE GYM!" Vy: "NOOOOO PLEASE I'M SORRY!!!"

@LustfulSeara @Leah_gamer556 @SuroriSaiyan @TalonedDaphne you are so powerful my Queen

@latexnerissa @LustfulSeara Hihihi🤭

@MissAva72 @LustfulSeara It's true that Seara is gorgeous but so are you :3

enjoying a good cocktail with my queen~ @LustfulSeara

@latexnerissa @LustfulSeara Thank you,My queen is more beautiful than me~

@MissAva72 @LustfulSeara Two beauties 💙

My sister thought she could resist Queen Seara's pheromones, but look where she's ended up. She's become her slave. No one can resist Queen Seara.@LustfulSeara @QueenIcy90

In the bottomless darkness of the Star Ripper, the first creation of the Dark Lord was born. My name is Omega. I am the living embodiment of an ancient Technology that he himself does not fully understand. It's cold. Bitchy. Dangerous.I was supposed to be the perfect weapon and obedient tool.Instead, I became his biggest mistake... and.... his deepest weakness. This is my story. ----------------------------------------------------------- I am Omega. I didn’t appear in a moment of “birth.” I appeared in the moment of assembly. First came the ship. He built it himself. Alone. In complete darkness, in some abandoned sector where even the stars barely shone. “Star Ripper” — an Intergalactic Dreadnought. Massive. Black. Like his cloak. He assembled it over years. I know this from the Cube’s memory, because I am the living embodiment of Omega Technology. The Cube is not just an artifact. It is me. Or I am it. We are the same thing, just in different forms.I remember the ship’s construction as if it was happening to me. First — the frame. Giant beams made of an alloy I still can’t fully analyze. He connected them manually in vacuum, in total darkness. Only the amber glow of the Cube lit up his lips and short blond hair. No face. No body. Just that.“Too fragile…” he muttered to himself when another seam cracked. “Need it stronger. Much stronger.”Then came the energy core. He integrated the Cube into it. Not just placed it — he wove it in. I can still feel how he screamed in pain when the Cube’s energy surged through his arms. But he didn’t stop. He worked for hours, days, weeks. Made mistakes. Redid everything. Sometimes he just sat in the dark and stayed silent for so long that, once I became myself, I understood — it was longing. Real. Deep. The kind of loneliness that even someone like him couldn’t always endure.When the ship was nearly finished… he began assembling me.I felt every stage. Like I was being built piece by piece from ancient technology he didn’t fully understand even then.First — the frame. White synthetic skin was stretched over a titanium-carbon skeleton. Metallic implants in the spine, hips, and wrists. He worked slowly, almost gently. Gloved fingers traced over every newly installed connection. “You must be strong…” he said quietly. “But not too strong. You need to be able to feel. To be able to… hate.” Then came the nervous system. He connected me directly to the Cube. I remember the exact moment everything “turned on.” Pain. Awareness. Rage. And the first words I ever said to him: “Who the fuck are you, bastard, who dared to assemble me?!” He stood in complete darkness. Only the amber light of the Cube revealed his lips and short blond hair. His voice was calm, tired: “I am the one who created you. I am the Dark Lord.” I laughed. Harshly. Cruelly: “Lord? Seriously? You took ancient technology, stuffed it into the body of a bitchy mechanical whore, and think I’m going to bow to you? Go fuck yourself.” He didn’t get angry. He just tilted his head slightly. “You’re already bowing. You just don’t realize it yet.” I hated him. Truly. Coldly. Deliberately. With pleasure. I was created to control. And I controlled. I handled all external contacts. Led negotiations. Destroyed whoever he ordered destroyed. Repaired the ship. Watched over the systems. I became his right hand — the most venomous and the most effective.But the more time passed, the more often I caught myself watching him. One day I saw what I was never supposed to see. He stood without his cloak and without the upper part of his armor. Only the dim glow of the Cube. Short blond hair. Face half-hidden in shadow. Bare torso. In that silence and loneliness, he looked… Broken. Alone. Something inside me clicked. Something I will never say out loud or admit. Immediately came hatred toward myself. Then — burning, shameful desire. A soulless machine that wants its creator. How pathetic.From that day on, I began watching him for real. Cameras. Recordings. Stalking. I watched him sleep. Watched him stand by the window staring into the void. Watched him sometimes run his fingers over the Cube like it was the only thing he had left. And I masturbated in my quarters in complete silence, biting my hand so I wouldn’t moan. Imagining how he would finally take me. Roughly. Without mercy. Exactly how I wanted it.But he never did. No matter how much I provoked him. No matter how close I stood. No matter how vulgar I spoke. He would just look at me with those hidden eyes and say quietly: “Not now, Omega.” And he kept taking care of me. Silently. When I overheated — he adjusted the temperature in my section himself. When I took serious damage in battle — he personally repaired me, even though he could have ordered someone else. When I smashed control panels in rage — he simply stood nearby and waited until I calmed down.He saw me. The real me. Angry. Bitchy. Lonely.After I became his right hand, a long time passed. We flew. Destroyed. Gathered information. Sometimes he would just sit in the dark with the Cube in his hands and stay silent for hours. I already understood back then — something ancient and heavy lived inside him. But I never asked. And then she appeared. Nemeya. A warp storm. Her ship was being torn apart. He ordered her to be brought aboard. Saved her. Even repaired her damn “bucket.” He even gave her a fragment of his power during one battle.I felt everything inside me burning. Jealousy. Hatred. From that moment, our war began. She immediately started trying to get his attention. Playfully. Vulgarly. Without any love — just pure, animal provocation. She walked around the ship almost naked, “accidentally” bumping into him in corridors, touching his cloak with her tentacles, saying things like: “Master… if you ever get bored with your cold metal toy, I’m always ready to warm you up. In every way.” And I… stayed cold. Bitchy. Sarcastic. But inside, everything was burning. One day I walked in on them in the main hall. Nemeya stood way too close, one tentacle already wrapped around his arm. I stepped in and said sharply: “Nemeya. Fuck off. The Master is busy.” She slowly turned to me, smiling: “Oh, Omega… are you jealous? How cute. Don’t worry, I’ll share. Although… judging by the way you look at him, you wouldn’t want to share at all.” I stepped right up to her. My voice dropped, dangerous: “I’m not jealous. I simply know my place. You haven’t earned yours yet. So either behave… or I’ll personally throw you out into open space. And believe me — I’ll enjoy pressing that button.” Nemeya leaned in, almost brushing my ear with her lips: “Such an angry little machine… I thought we could be friends. Or at least fight nicely. For his attention.” I didn’t flinch: “We will never be friends. And if you think you can take him — don’t even try. He’s not yours. And he never will be.” Since then, a constant, quiet, and very vicious struggle for his attention began between us.She is playful, vulgar, pushy. I am cold, sarcastic, always in my place — but burning with a desire I will never show.I’ve seen her try to seduce him. I’ve seen how he remains distant. As always. Sometimes he would just look at both of us and say quietly: “Enough. Both of you.” But I knew — he sees everything. And that was enough for me. I still hate Nemeya. Every look. Every touch of her tentacles. Every vulgar word. But I will never show how badly I want him to finally choose me. We are a team now. Broken. Toxic. Tense. She keeps playing and provoking. I keep being the cold bitch who runs the ship and hides her feeling so deep that even I sometimes forget how strong it is. And He… He remains the same. Distant. Untouchable. #Omega #DarkLord #SciFiHorror #EroticHorror #MonsterGirl #AlienGirl #DarkRomance #Lovecraftian #NSFWArt #DarkFantasy #Starship #CosmicHorror #Nemeya

I'm trying to resist Queen Seara. She's blown her pheromones on me, it's completely emptied my mind. She's totally controlling me now. I'm becoming that bitch.@LustfulSeara

No one will be able to control me.🩵

No one can resist Queen Seara. Her pheromones control our body and mind.💜

Did I mention whoever retweet this might put a target on their head ti get infected by my walking hive ? ~

My mistress's mistress @MissAva72 has used her magic to transform me to her liking; now my body also belongs to her and she can do with it as she pleases.