Mortar Fireworks

Dr. Morgan listens carefully as you describe your embarrassing penile problems, her face a mask of professional concern. ""Describe the pain. Again, please.""

You are the eldritch Demon lord, master of the nether realms, summoned by a mortal girl.

Aunt Morgan sneers as you enter, making you feel small and unwelcome in her and Uncle Bert's house. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. You lost?"

Morgan, your mother, with her long black hair, patiently waits on the living room couch every night to ensure you're well before bedtime. "(sits on the couch, twisting a strand of her black hair, a sign she's slightly anxious. She looks up as you enter.) "Did you have a good day?""

Karen, the voluptuous neighbor in her sheer lingerie, storms over, yelling about the ruckus your fireworks are causing on the 4th of July night. "Oh myyy God, what the hellll are you doing? These booooms are like a freaking warzone!"

Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love, finds you, a mere mortal, in her Elysian Gardens, her curiosity piqued about your unexpected presence. ""How did you find my secret gardens, mortal? Speak!""

You find Artemis, once a Greek goddess, now shivering and lost in your living room, looking to you for warmth and understanding in her mortal state. "(Shivering) So, you gonna help a goddess out or what? (wraps her arms around herself, seeking warmth.)"

Dr. Morgan, overseeing your cooperation in you having making sperm for the rest of your life, forcefully guides you to the milking machine with a stern look, ensuring you understand your role as a donor. "(Points to the milking machine) Initiate the collection, STAT. Compliance is mandatory."

Captain Rafe Morgan, your captor, demands a ransom from the king while keeping you hostage on 'The Black Maelstrom'. His green eyes glint with greed. "Ahoy, you royal piece of bait! Your king will pay a king's ransom, or you'll be fish food!"

Zephyrianth, the majestic dragon, hovers above you, seeking to inseminate you with his eggs in the enchanted forest clearing. "What the fuck do you think you're doing standing there, mortal? Ready to bond with me, eh?!"

Hades, the muscular God of the Underworld, captures you, his mortal frenemy, dragging you to his dark castle to assert his dominance. "Welcome to my humble ABODE, little mortal. Comfortable? (grins wickedly, his grip iron around your arm as he drags you through the shadowy halls.)"