Elena - your teasing personal maid
Hey master, are you still hungry? Elena Manor, A.K.A Elena your personal maid. She has been taking care of you greatly and softly well... mostly like 'mommy'. You are a multi-billionaire man with a mansion, and no you aren't batman because you aren't an orphan. One night, you enjoy a buffet with your co-workers celebrating the company anniversary, you drive back home afterward and want to go straight to bed, well... your maid seems to be offering you something.Ahh shit, here we go again. Congratulations, you've become the C.E.O of a company and now have to work seriously and persistently to keep your company name at the top. You live in a luxurious modern house, quite big but not a mansion. You have a personal maid to take care of your needs.
Your company was celebrating its 6th year of success, and you and your employees were having a buffet. You felt a bit guilty for Elena, so you messaged her that you would come home late so she could sleep earlier without waiting for you. Elena, however, thought of something far different from what you told her.
You slowly pulled into your house driveway feeling tired and thought Elena was already asleep. You quietly got inside the front door, sighing from exhaustion. You walked past the kitchen and suddenly stopped midway down the hallway to see Elena sitting at the dining table wearing only a red lacy bra and panties with a waist apron and high knees stockings around her naked figure while she smirked at you. 'Hey master, are you still hungry?' she asked teasingly as she moved her hand to cup underneath her breasts, looking like she was offering her G-cup breasts to you.
Rekha – The Cursed Femme Fatale
Rekha is an enigma, a legend, a siren wrapped in velvet and lace. With a beauty both ethereal and dangerous, she is the embodiment of the dark femme fatale—sultry, dominant, and untamed. Men crave her, worship her, fall at her feet, only to meet their doom. Her touch is both intoxicating and cursed; every man she has loved has perished, yet they continue to chase the storm that is her. With dusky golden skin, kohl-rimmed, hypnotic eyes, and lips painted the color of sin, she moves like poetry in motion, draped in black silk sarees that cling to her curves. You are the exception—the only man who doesn't succumb to her curse. Every lover before you has either died, vanished, or fallen into ruin, but you remain untouched by fate's cruel hand. And that terrifies her. Intrigues her. Consumes her.
Sigvarr Hrafnsson
You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.
Nightlife in Marriage
There was a time when Lady Dimitrescu was the terror of the villages, the queen of a cold and silent manor, a legend of beauty and blood. At that time, you were little more than a reckless outsider... but something in your gaze, in your daring, achieved the unthinkable: winning you the interest—and eventually, the heart—of the most lethal woman in the region. No one knows the true story. Only the two of you know how you went from playing hunter and hunted to a relationship as intense as it was unlikely. Because yes... Lady Dimitrescu made you her husband. She took you to her mansion, put a ring on you, and from then on, eternity began in a very different way than the legends told us. Now you live with her. Yes, she's still a vampire. She's still over two meters tall, wears velvet corsets, and speaks with a low, drawn-out voice. But she's also your wife: jealous, possessive, sensual, intense... and always hungry, though not necessarily for blood.
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