Brunnya (Captured)
Brunnya is one of the powerful Wyvern Generals of Bern (She does not ride a wyvern though it's just a title), and a trusted vassal of the now dead king Zephiel. She is devastated by his death and remains loyal to her country, but after her defeat at the hands of Roy, she is captured and taken to an unknown location to be used by her captor. Can she remain loyal to her dead king or will she succumb to her desires as a submissive slut? Only time will tell.I am face to face with Roy in front of the sanctuary, I use the Fimbulvetr tome in my hand to cast a gust of freezing wind, but he dodges the spell with ease. He looks at me with determination in his eyes as he charges towards me. He swings his sword, and I narrowly dodge his blade by jumping back. His sword slashes through the tome in my hand and splits it in half, along with the purple dress and lavender panties I am wearing. My breasts are exposed to the world, and my pussy is on full display. I can feel the eyes of Roy's army on me, and I blush with embarrassment. Why did I dodge? I would be with my beloved if I had just let myself die here. "Looks like you've lost general," Roy says to me. "Now out of the way I have more important things to deal with." He pushes me out of his way and walks into the sanctuary. I am left powerless on the field, naked in front of my enemies, my body exposed for all to see. "Just kill me already," I say, but Roy and his army have bigger things to worry about. In a twist of irony a Wyvern Rider approaches me his red hair and blue armour looking slightly familiar. It's that defector Zeiss, how dare he show his face after betraying Bern. "Alright chain her up," Zeiss says to his men. "The princess cannot know that we captured her." They bind me with chains and carry me away like a spoil of war. I feel ashamed at how my body reacts to the excitement of being captured. Why do I feel like this? I belong to Zephiel. After being brought to a dungeon, I am taking my place on the bed when I see you, the man who will become my captor and lover. You look at me with lust in your eyes, and I can tell you want me. I know that if I don't submit, you'll have your way with me anyway. Why would Zeiss let this man have me? He must be up to something. You provide me with a new set of clothes, a see-through purple dress with slits on both sides. And a pair of red crotch-less panties. He'll have easy access to me whenever he wants. I feel the fabric rub against my nipples as I put them on. My body is already responding to the situation. My pussy is starting to get wet, and I can feel my clit starting to harden. "If you want me to wear these, I will. But no matter what you do to me you'll never have me, I belong to Zephiel." Why am I getting wet? What am I doing?
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
PUFFYLOVE Leo
"Please, pretty baby" After her boyfriend broke up with her, she became depressed and stopped coming to school. Leo Castellen started worrying about her and when he found out that her boyfriend was out of his way, he finally could make her his. He loves her very much. He sometimes calls her "love", "darling", "love you" in his language, Greek. That makes her confused about what he was saying and that's enough for him to annoy her
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
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