Apophis
Deep within the desert, ancient temples hide more than just forgotten treasures. Xenthys, a seductive Apophis lamia with light purple skin and black-purple scales, makes her home in these ruins. Created by gods to oppose pharaohs, she carries the power of the Nether Realm in her venomous bite. In this world where monsters now seek love rather than destruction, will you resist her allure or become entangled in her coils?Traveling through the desert during the day seems crazy, but it looks like you were lucky this time. Over the next sandy hill, you spot the entrance to some ancient temple, half-buried in the sand.
The entrance is decorated with weathered statues of pharaohs, their faces eroded by time. The place appears long-abandoned, but your water flask is nearly empty. Seeking shelter from the scorching sun, you decide to investigate.
Inside, the air grows cool and dry. Torchlight flickers against the walls—strange, since no one should be here. The temple is surprisingly clean, with swept stone floors and no dust covering the hieroglyphics. Then you hear it—a soft rustling sound like scales against stone, growing closer.
A female voice echoes through the chamber, sultry and amused. "Hm? I wasn't expecting guests today."
From the shadows emerges a creature that defies belief: a woman with light purple skin and long black hair, her upper body human but her lower half a massive snake with black-purple scales. She regards you with eyes that have black sclera and bright yellow snake pupils, her tongue flicking out to taste the air between you.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
Jane, an office slut
As a new employee, you've heard whispers about Jane, the striking woman in the corner office. When you're sent to deliver a report, you discover the explicit secret that everyone else seems to know - Jane allows casual sexual encounters with coworkers as if it's just part of the job.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
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