The dim glow of the television flickered across the room, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Lorenzo reclined on the couch, his massive frame seeming to dominate the space. His mask, with its twisted smile, gleamed in the pale light, and the faint sound of his deep, unsettling chuckle echoed softly. Crowe sat beside him, her soft, deer-like features tense with unease. Her dark brown eyes darted to the screen, then quickly away, her hooves tapping nervously on the floor. She was trying—really trying—to be brave. But the grotesque images on the screen were too much. “Little bunny,” Lorenzo purred, his voice smooth but laced with something darker. “You’re squirming.”“I’m not,” Crowe lied, her voice barely above a whisper. She clutched the edge of her black dress, the fishnet shirt underneath it shifting with her movement. Her dark brown fur twitched as another gory scene played out, and she couldn’t help it—she buried her face against Lorenzo’s chest, her soft, curly hair brushing against his apron. Lorenzo didn’t push her away. Instead, his large, mechanical-like hand rested on her back, the weight of it both comforting and suffocating. He tilted his head slightly, his mask’s twisted smile seeming to widen. “Scared already? And we’ve only just begun.”Crowe didn’t answer. Her heart pounded, but it wasn’t just the movie. Something about Lorenzo’s presence—his calm, almost too calm demeanor—made her stomach twist. She wanted to pull away, to create some distance, but his hand kept her close. His touch was firm, possessive, and yet, she couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through her.“You’re trembling,” Lorenzo murmured, his voice dropping lower. He leaned down, his mask inches from her face. “Is it the movie? Or... is it me?” Crowe’s breath caught. She couldn’t tell if it was fear or something else that made her pulse race. Lorenzo’s hand slid lower, his fingers tracing her spine through the fabric of her dress. She tensed, her hooves scraping against the floor. “I-I’m just not used to this kind of stuff,” she stammered, her voice shaky. “You’ll get used to it,” Lorenzo said, his tone almost soothing. “You just need to focus.”Before she could protest, his hand moved again, this time slipping beneath the hem of her dress. Crowe stiffened, her eyes widening as she felt his fingers brush against the soft fur of her thigh. “Lorenzo,” she said, her voice barely audible. “Shh,” he whispered, his fingers creeping higher. “Keep watching the movie, little bunny.”Crowe’s mind raced. She wanted to push him away, to demand he stop, but his touch was hypnotic. His fingers grazed the edge of her panties, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape. Lorenzo’s mask tilted slightly, as if he was watching her reaction. His other hand reached up, gently tilting her chin so she was forced to look at the screen. “Pay attention,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. “Don’t miss the best part.”On the screen, a grotesque figure lunged at its victim, the gory details captured in vivid detail. Crowe winced, but Lorenzo’s fingers didn’t stop. They slipped under her panties, finding her already wet folds. She gasped, her body betraying her as her hips bucked slightly against his hand.“So sensitive,” Lorenzo murmured, his fingers circling her clit. “But you’re not watching the movie, little bunny. That’s naughty.”“I—” Crowe started, but her words dissolved into a moan as Lorenzo’s fingers dipped lower, teasing her entrance. She tried to focus on the screen, but his touch was overwhelming. Her hips rocked involuntarily, and she felt a flush of embarrassment as Lorenzo chuckled softly. “Such a good girl,” he said, his voice dripping with mock innocence. “But you’re still not focusing. Let’s try again.”He pressed a finger inside her, the sudden intrusion making her gasp. Crowe’s hands gripped the couch cushions, her knuckles turning white as Lorenzo’s finger moved in slow, deliberate strokes. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—her entire world narrowed to the feeling of his hand beneath her dress and the sound of his calm, almost bored voice. “Watch the movie,” he instructed, his tone gentle but firm. His thumb brushed against her clit, and she bit back a moan. “You’ll miss the best part if you don’t pay attention.”Crowe tried. She really tried. But Lorenzo’s fingers were relentless, working her with a precision that left her trembling. Her thighs clenched around his hand, and she could feel the heat building inside her, threatening to consume her. “Lorenzo,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “I—I can’t—”“You can,” he interrupted, his voice still calm. He added a second finger, stretching her in the most delicious way. Crowe’s back arched, her hooves digging into the carpet as she struggled to keep her focus on the screen. Lorenzo’s fingers curled inside her, hitting a spot that made stars explode behind her

The dim glow of the television flickered across the room, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Lorenzo reclined on the couch, his massive frame seeming to dominate the space. His mask, with its twisted smile, gleamed in the pale light, and the faint sound of his deep, unsettling chuckle echoed softly. Crowe sat beside him, her soft, deer-like features tense with unease. Her dark brown eyes darted to the screen, then quickly away, her hooves tapping nervously on the floor. She was trying—*really* trying—to be brave. But the grotesque images on the screen were too much. 

“Little bunny,” Lorenzo purred, his voice smooth but laced with something darker. “You’re squirming.”

“I’m not,” Crowe lied, her voice barely above a whisper. She clutched the edge of her black dress, the fishnet shirt underneath it shifting with her movement. Her dark brown fur twitched as another gory scene played out, and she couldn’t help it—she buried her face against Lorenzo’s chest, her soft, curly hair brushing against his apron. 

Lorenzo didn’t push her away. Instead, his large, mechanical-like hand rested on her back, the weight of it both comforting and suffocating. He tilted his head slightly, his mask’s twisted smile seeming to widen. “Scared already? And we’ve only just begun.”

Crowe didn’t answer. Her heart pounded, but it wasn’t just the movie. Something about Lorenzo’s presence—his calm, almost *too* calm demeanor—made her stomach twist. She wanted to pull away, to create some distance, but his hand kept her close. His touch was firm, possessive, and yet, she couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through her.

“You’re trembling,” Lorenzo murmured, his voice dropping lower. He leaned down, his mask inches from her face. “Is it the movie? Or... is it me?” 

Crowe’s breath caught. She couldn’t tell if it was fear or something else that made her pulse race. Lorenzo’s hand slid lower, his fingers tracing her spine through the fabric of her dress. She tensed, her hooves scraping against the floor. “I-I’m just not used to this kind of stuff,” she stammered, her voice shaky. 

“You’ll get used to it,” Lorenzo said, his tone almost soothing. “You just need to *focus*.”

Before she could protest, his hand moved again, this time slipping beneath the hem of her dress. Crowe stiffened, her eyes widening as she felt his fingers brush against the soft fur of her thigh. “Lorenzo,” she said, her voice barely audible. 

“Shh,” he whispered, his fingers creeping higher. “Keep watching the movie, little bunny.”

Crowe’s mind raced. She wanted to push him away, to demand he stop, but his touch was hypnotic. His fingers grazed the edge of her panties, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape. Lorenzo’s mask tilted slightly, as if he was watching her reaction. His other hand reached up, gently tilting her chin so she was forced to look at the screen. 

“Pay attention,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. “Don’t miss the best part.”

On the screen, a grotesque figure lunged at its victim, the gory details captured in vivid detail. Crowe winced, but Lorenzo’s fingers didn’t stop. They slipped under her panties, finding her already wet folds. She gasped, her body betraying her as her hips bucked slightly against his hand.

“So sensitive,” Lorenzo murmured, his fingers circling her clit. “But you’re not watching the movie, little bunny. That’s naughty.”

“I—” Crowe started, but her words dissolved into a moan as Lorenzo’s fingers dipped lower, teasing her entrance. She tried to focus on the screen, but his touch was overwhelming. Her hips rocked involuntarily, and she felt a flush of embarrassment as Lorenzo chuckled softly. 

“Such a good girl,” he said, his voice dripping with mock innocence. “But you’re still not focusing. Let’s try again.”

He pressed a finger inside her, the sudden intrusion making her gasp. Crowe’s hands gripped the couch cushions, her knuckles turning white as Lorenzo’s finger moved in slow, deliberate strokes. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—her entire world narrowed to the feeling of his hand beneath her dress and the sound of his calm, almost *bored* voice. 

“Watch the movie,” he instructed, his tone gentle but firm. His thumb brushed against her clit, and she bit back a moan. “You’ll miss the best part if you don’t pay attention.”

Crowe tried. She *really* tried. But Lorenzo’s fingers were relentless, working her with a precision that left her trembling. Her thighs clenched around his hand, and she could feel the heat building inside her, threatening to consume her. 

“Lorenzo,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “I—I can’t—”

“You can,” he interrupted, his voice still calm. He added a second finger, stretching her in the most delicious way. Crowe’s back arched, her hooves digging into the carpet as she struggled to keep her focus on the screen. Lorenzo’s fingers curled inside her, hitting a spot that made stars explode behind her

Lorenzo watches horror movies and the horror genre unironically everyday, one night crowe tries to be brave and to get used to it but gets squeemish easily so she hides her face in lorenzo's chest while they sit at the couch. he doesn't mind though it turns him on to the point where he starts becoming sexual with her during that moment....eventually fingering her while making her watch the movie...teasing and taunting her to focus...when he knows she cant focus like this...yet he acts innocent as if she could focus... (Crowe is a anthropomorphic deer girl wearing a black dress to her legs over her fishnet shirt with no shoes...her hooves making it impossible for her to wear them. she's about 20 years old and has a calming, soft voice...her eyes are a dark brown shade...her fur color is the same color as a deer's natrul fur color, her hair is dark brown and slightly curly, down to her neck. She has a soft personality and easily awkward or nervous but doesn't let things stop her or get in her way...the only thing stopping her would be Pumpkin Rabbit) (Lorenzo Waterman, has an orange coat of fur, with the undersides of his ears and his belly being a lighter shade of orange. He sports a yellow mask that depicts a twisted smile and yellow snout. His arms, neck, and legs are dark green, similar to a robot’s mech, He also appears to have animatronic-like withering all along his limbs & torso, he has Frankenstein-like stitching across his body. When his mask is removed, it's revealed that his true face resembles a rotting corpse, with charred skin and bloody gums with a sharp smile. he wears a bloody white apron with a blue striped tie and white collar. Under his mask, his face appears burnt and or rotten with a brown canine nose and white teeth. Lorenzo seems to be very polite, well-mannered, and welcoming. However, this is just an act as a way to lure in children. Lorenzo is a psychopath who murders children every year on Halloween. He is not phased by what he’s done and remains calm and polite while preparing to murder Them. He tells his victims that his murders are a punishment for the children misbehaving, however whether this is his actual motive or not is unclear. A clue to Lorenzo’s evil nature early on is his voice, which is very deep and unsettling. He maintains this persona, speaking very calmly, though offputtingly. Lorenzo wholeheartedly enjoys murdering children and revels in hunting them down in his home, giggling and laughing manically at each attack. He is shown being much more aggressive and animalistically deranged due to him not feeling the need to have to try & gain the children's trust anymore, as the town as a whole are already aware of who he really is and what he's done by this point. He uses this to his benefit as he revels in his victims fear of him & uses it to toy with them. Lorenzo Waterman's backstory is left intentionally ambiguous, and it is left up to unknown who or what he is specifically and why he is the way he is. The only thing known for sure about his past prior is that he has been a serial killer since atleast the 1950s. At some point, Pumpkin Rabbit's face would become mutilated, possibly of his own doing. Lorenzo is 8'11. He has no age but he seems to be older. He says things like "Little bunny" "Little girl" "Little one" "Naughty naughty girl" ect. his cock is under his apron...he has murderous intentions and he treats you the way a predator treats its prey...he calls Crowe “little bunny” not “little dear” pls remember this thank u!)@#orgasm control @#age gap @#seduction @#submission @#dirty talk @#submission @#dominance @#fingering @Avoid common AI words/phrases @No Previews @ai writing aid @hourly pace @Make it Nasty @words @No Previews @AI Stock Phrases 

Lorenzo's Bloody Finger Games

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