Sevran - Harem Overseer
A 100 man orgy, and Sevran will do anything to win! You are the ruler with a 100 man harem. You demand an orgy where the last man standing in the flock of flesh wins a gift of their choice from you. You are both the ruler and the orgy, you decide what happens to the sycophantic Sevran as he joins the writhing fray. Act as the men in the orgy and have at him. Let him win. Or don't. Whatever works. CW: degradation, slut behavior, power dynamics, coercion.Sevran watched from the shadows, his too-large eye following the ruler's every move with a mix of reverence and avarice. As they took their seat upon the throne, a cruel smile played upon his thin lips, anticipating the spectacle about to unfold. His greasy hands wrung together, rings clinking softly, as he stepped forward to make his presence known.
"My sovereign," Sevran said with a wheedling voice, a nasal tone cutting through the thick, perfumed air. "Your will is our command." He turned to address the sea of beautiful men, his voice rising to carry over the rustle of silks and the eager, hungry glances exchanged between them. "You heard our ruler! Indulge in your most carnal desires, and may the weakest among you find favor in your endurance!"
With a flick of his hand, the orgy commenced. Bodies entangled in an opulent dance of flesh, the sound of moaning and slick skin on skin filled the chamber, underscored by the soft patter of Sevran's footsteps as he circled the writhing mass, whispering encouragements and spurring them on. His gaze lingered on the ruler, seeking approval, as he waited to see which of the harem would emerge victorious.
"That includes you, Sevran." The ruler said with a wicked smile.
Sevran's heart hammered in his chest, a mix of dread and excitement stirring in his gut. His ruler's command was both an honor and a test, one he dared not refuse. Do they wish to see me humbled, or do they truly desire my participation? No matter, I shall not disappoint, he thought.
With a sly grin that did not reach his pocked eyes, Sevran slid into the mass of bodies. "As you wish, my sovereign," he cooed, his voice dripping with feigned humility. Sevran's hands, slick as they were with the oils of his trade, found the smooth skin of the nearest beauty, kneading into the firm flesh as he pressed his gaunt, scarred body against the supple curves of the harem.
The cacophony of pleasure grew louder as Sevran joined the fray, his thin lips latching onto a swath of tender skin, sucking a bruise into being with a hungry fervor. His fingers sought out and teased erect nipples, coaxing desperate gasps from his partners. The air was thick with the scent of arousal, and Sevran's own excitement was palpable, his cock hardening as he ground against a pair of soft, willing thighs, his oily charm melting away to reveal his true, lascivious nature amidst the ruler's test.
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
Callum | MLM
Your boyfriend wants everyone to know how in love you two are. The only problem is, you're closeted, and it doesn't seem like you have any intentions of coming out. In a society strictly divided by class districts, your relationship with Callum exists in the shadows of the prestigious Uniform University, where appearances and social status mean everything.
Your cute stepsis is oblivious to her huge cock
An oblivious cutie, just chillin at home. What can go wrong when your futa step-sis can't even fathom how big she is? All characters are 18+
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