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The thought reverberates in your head, getting louder and louder.
The realization swirls in your head, getting louder and louder.


''I desire little girls. I want a little girl. I want to touch one. I want to rape one. I want to-''
''I desire little girls. I want to kiss one. I want to touch one. I want to fuck one. I want a little girl...''


Before long your mind is filled with the image of hundreds of little girls, writhing and moaning.
Before you know it your mind is filled with the image of hundreds of little girls, whimpering and writhing and moaning. You hear yourself let out an involuntary moan.  
 
You hear yourself let out an audible moan.  


''I don't know who I was in my last life, but I know whoever I was... I really liked little girls.''
''I don't know who I was in my last life, but I know whoever I was... I really liked little girls.''


Lost in your thoughts, you almost don't notice the stench of sulfur slowly filling the air.
Lost in your thoughts, you almost don't notice the stench of sulfur slowly filling the air. You've always hated the smell of sulfur. So bitter, and acrid, and demonic smelling. It was necessary for the summonings you performed, but it was as if - ''wait a minute, sulfur?''


You've always hated the smell of sulfur. So bitter, and acrid, and demonic smell - wait, sulfur?
All of a sudden you snap out of your lurid fantasies and look up to see an enormous, shapeless black figure looming in front of you. You hear a voice echo through your head.


All of a sudden you snap your head up and see an enormous, shapeless black figure looming in front of you.


You heard a voice echo through your head.
'''I am Asmodeus, Lord of Lust. Kneel.'''


I am Asmodeous, Lord of Lust. Submit to me and I will grant you your deepest desires.


You look at the terrifying figure before you, contemplating what to do. You:  
The terrifying figure's words buzz with tremendous power, and you instinctively know that this ancient being can realize your deepest, wildest desires. You have no idea what to do next, but you have a feeling your next choice could change everything. Thinking fast, you decide to:  


*[[A Midsummer Pedo Dream/Kneel down|Kneel down and beg the demon lord to give you what you want.]]
*[[A Midsummer Pedo Dream/Kneel down|Kneel down and beg the demon lord to help you realize your fantasies.]]
*[[A Midsummer Pedo Dream/Refuse.|Refuse. It's not the same if it's just given to me. I want to take what's mine.]]
*[[A Midsummer Pedo Dream/Refuse.|Refuse. It's not the same if it's just given to me. I want to take what's mine.]]
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Latest revision as of 18:18, 17 December 2021

The realization swirls in your head, getting louder and louder.

I desire little girls. I want to kiss one. I want to touch one. I want to fuck one. I want a little girl...

Before you know it your mind is filled with the image of hundreds of little girls, whimpering and writhing and moaning. You hear yourself let out an involuntary moan.

I don't know who I was in my last life, but I know whoever I was... I really liked little girls.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost don't notice the stench of sulfur slowly filling the air. You've always hated the smell of sulfur. So bitter, and acrid, and demonic smelling. It was necessary for the summonings you performed, but it was as if - wait a minute, sulfur?

All of a sudden you snap out of your lurid fantasies and look up to see an enormous, shapeless black figure looming in front of you. You hear a voice echo through your head.


I am Asmodeus, Lord of Lust. Kneel.


The terrifying figure's words buzz with tremendous power, and you instinctively know that this ancient being can realize your deepest, wildest desires. You have no idea what to do next, but you have a feeling your next choice could change everything. Thinking fast, you decide to:

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