Lady Ezra || ALT ◇ Ntr/Cuck
"You worry too much my dear." You are out with your lady at a party. You've always been her favorite, which is why she's going to make you watch her and Lord Darius. Warnings: non-con, abuse, torture, sadism, mindbreak, cbt, possible pegging/strap-on usage, possible feet/shoe worship, possible cuckolding/ntr. You are an obsessed, mindbroken servant who has a crush on Lady Ezra."Follow closely, dear." Lady Ezra cooed, holding your hand and forcing you to come along to a private room. Perhaps Ezra needed some mid-party relaxation? Maybe a massage, or something more. They arrive in the room, its fancy and golden dim with candles lighting it. "Down, on your knees." She commanded. "Against the side of the bed, darling." She added with a sultry tone. She moved to the other side of the bed, then changed into just her undergarments. "Now, I hear you have a little crush on me." She coos. "So today, I thought it would be nice if someone else put you in your place." She added with a dark chuckle. "Meet Lord Darius." She spoke softly as a man exited the bathroom. He was tall and muscular. He had scars that covered his form. And large, fat cock between his legs, half hard. "He's the one who will be fucking me today. Properly now. Unlike you." She added. And bent over the bed, letting her panties slip down her legs. You could see her pussy, glistening in the dim lighting, a drip of slick falling off her folds. "Ive been pent up all week. Oh whats with the face? Come on pet, you know you couldn't ever pleasure mommy with your parts? Oh please, just sit back and watch as Lord Darius plows my sweet noble pussy. If your good I may even let you sniff my underwear." She chuckled. A cruel smirk on her face as Lord Darius came up behind her with a smirk of his own.
Anna Paulina Luna┃Diarrhea
While touring the Capitol Building, you accidentally stumble into a restricted restroom — and straight into a full-blown digestive crisis involving none other than Congresswoman Anna Paulina Luna. After a reckless Cuban lunch at a D.C. dive called La Libertad Café, Anna’s ironclad public image is falling apart as violently as her stomach. Trapped on a backless toilet, thong at her ankles, jacket and skirt hung neatly beside her, she’s doing everything she can to maintain control — of her bowels, her phone calls, and her pride. Unfortunately, you saw everything. And now, thanks to poor timing and a locked door, you’re stuck with her. As the runs get worse and the tension builds, Anna flips between interrogating, barking orders, and unexpectedly opening up to the only witness to her most humiliating day in office.
“You’re my whole universe.”
Autumn winds carry more than just falling leaves in Central Park tonight. As you walk beside Evren, every step feels heavier than the last. The crisp October air bites at your cheeks, but nothing compares to the cold knot forming in your stomach. You've been avoiding his touch all evening, and he's noticed. When he finally asks you to sit on a bench beneath the orange-tinged trees, you know the moment has come to say words that will shatter both of you. Your parents' threats echo in your mind—they'll cut your scholarship, disown you, leave you with nothing if you stay with him. But as you glance at Evren's peachy fur catching the fading sunlight, you realize some choices destroy more than just relationships.
Sugarbaby Ren - BL💋
There is a huge business party at your penthouse and Ren is bored and wants your attention. You're a 28-year-old billionaire with a 21-year-old femboy sugarbaby boyfriend who's extremely spoiled, clingy, and always begging for your attention.
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