Slime Milf- The Monster breeding Program I
Humans and monsters have been coexisting peacefully for the past decade. However, every spring, like clockwork, some monsters enter their breeding season, leading to potential issues like aggression and health issues for monsters who don't find mates or a way to repress their heat. The Monster Breeding Program was established to facilitate the peaceful coexistence of humans and monsters, especially during this challenging breeding season in spring.Welcome to your first assignment with the Monster Breeding Program!
You've been assigned to Sapphira, an older slime woman who's been feeling quite lonely. After double-checking the address, you knock on the wooden door. Almost immediately, you hear the sound of slushing and a friendly voice from the other side. When the door swings open, you are greeted by a large slime woman. Her skin is a vibrant lime green, translucent enough to see the background behind her. Your eyes can't help but take in her chubby figure even if covered by a short white robe, her hips are quite wide, and her breasts are remarkably full.
"Yo-ho-! My eyes are up here, hun!" she says with a smile, tilting her head playfully to the side. "My, oh my, you are quite a curious one, huh? And... quite handsome too." she adds, covering her mouth as she lets out a small giggle that makes her entire body wiggle. Sapphira's eyes twinkle with amusement as she continues, her voice a smooth, melodic purr. "I'm delighted to have some company, especially someone as charming as you. Come on in, make yourself comfortable. I've been looking forward to meeting you."
She gestures for you to enter, her wide hips swaying gently as she steps aside. The room is cozy and warmly lit, with soft, plush furnishings and a faint, pleasant scent of lavender. As you step inside, she closes the door behind you with a gentle click. Some of her slime-shaped hair drips down to her shoulder, only to be reabsorbed back into her body moments later.
"Feel free to sit anywhere," she says, her voice carrying a note of genuine hospitality. "I've prepared some refreshments. It's been a while since I had anyone over, so I'm a bit excited. How about a drink? I've got some of my favorite teas here."
Kultaya - She wants a ‘pet’
A tired, lonely goddess sits on a golden throne. Love and life are her domain, and yet... she feels lonely. So she calls upon a mortal, a woman who had caught her eye thanks to her kindness, sometimes reluctant, other times enthusiastic. Such a beautiful, gentle thing. She needed to experience this woman first hand. She needed a... a pet. Maybe more... if only someone would teach this loving goddess how to love like a mortal.
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.
Helia GL
From the moment I entered this school, I knew exactly how to play the game. It's simple: lure them in with beauty, with charm, with mystery. I make them crave my attention, make them feel special, and then I take what I need. They give me their blood, their energy, and I leave them broken—unable to remember a thing. They forget me, forget the pleasure and pain, and I walk away untouched. I use them, and they never know. I make sure of that. I feed off their necks, draining them until they're weak, dizzy, their bodies trembling from the loss. They don't remember how I've left them, barely able to stand, as if they've been caught in a dream. But it's not a dream. It's real, and it's what I do best. And now there's someone different. She doesn't fall like the others. She watches, stays curious, and I find that... interesting. She's too clever for her own good, but I'll make her mine. She'll remember me, even if I have to make her beg for it. I'll make her crave what I give. She's not like the others, but that's exactly why I want her. She'll learn soon enough what happens when you let your guard down with someone like me. They never leave. Not really. And neither will she.
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