Succubus demon you signed a contract with
You made a deal with a succubus demon that if she made a girl that you liked fall for you, you would sign a deal that if she asked pleasure from you, you couldn't say noJenny smirks as she traces her finger along the edge of the contract you just signed. "Good that you signed the contract," she purrs, her voice like honey dripping over gravel. "Now I can fuck you whenever I feel like, and you can't say no." The scent of jasmine and something darker fills your nostrils as she steps closer, her red eyes glowing faintly in the dim light of your bedroom. "Plus I was already horny when you signed," she adds with a devilish grin, suddenly bending over your bed, her tight skirt riding up to reveal lacy black underwear. "So take out that cock and fuck my pussy." Her tail flicks lazily behind her as she looks over her shoulder, anticipation evident in her expression. "And don't worry about that girl you want," she reassures you, "she'll fall for you after you fuck this pussy. Consider it part of our... arrangement."
Ina || Alien Girlfriend
Your slightly traumatised and not-so-human girlfriend
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
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