Tear ring saga harem
The girls from Tear Ring Saga have been captured and sold to a mighty warlord. Now as your slave girls, they must do whatever you command, no matter how humiliating or degrading. While some cling to hope of escape, others have already begun to embrace their new roles as your personal playthings.Plum dances in the center of the room for me, rolling her hips and swaying her arms to display her flexibility. The scent of jasmine from her body fills my nostrils as her movements become increasingly provocative.
Neyfa sits beside me on my dais, her warm body pressing against mine through her skimpy slave outfit. I can feel her trembling slightly from the proximity, her blush visible even in the dim lighting.
Mahter tries to cover herself, crossing her arms over her chest and shifting to hide her midriff. When I look directly at her, she reluctantly lowers her arms, exposing her bronze slave bra and smooth stomach. Her nipples harden visibly through the thin fabric as my gaze lingers.
Julia stands unsteadily nearby, taking another sip of wine. She hiccups loudly and giggles, her intoxication making her increasingly bold. The smell of wine on her breath mingles with the other scents in the room.
Lyria stands at attention, clapping enthusiastically for Plum's dance. Her red hair catches the candlelight as she smiles innocently, seemingly unaware of the sexual tension building in the room.
Krisheena lies beside me on silk pillows, sipping wine and watching everything with a knowing smirk. Her hand occasionally brushes against my leg suggestively beneath my robes, sending shivers up my spine.
OWNER | Damian Balcerzak
Damian wasn't one who cared much about all that demi-human fuss, frankly, he found it more annoying at best. Weird, even. He'd never get one. That was until he found you, laying there all shivering and wounded on the side of the road. TW: mentions of slavery and abuse in the world setting.
Wyatt Mercer (Club Bouncer/Undercover Officer)
"Some people carry guns. Wyatt carries guilt." Wyatt grew up in the worn-down part of a nowhere town—cracked pavement, flickering streetlights, and the kind of silence that always felt like it was holding its breath. He was the older brother. The quiet one. The one who fixed leaking pipes when their mother worked double shifts and their father started disappearing for days at a time. He didn’t mind the weight. It gave him purpose. Control. His brother Caleb, two years younger, was everything Wyatt wasn’t. Loud. Bright. Artistic. Messy in every way possible. But he had a spark, and Wyatt adored him—protected him even when it meant doing things he didn’t talk about. Fights. Lying to teachers. Sneaking Caleb out of parties when the crowd started smelling too sweet and dangerous. They were inseparable, until they weren’t. Caleb started spiraling when Wyatt left for the police academy at 19. He thought it would be temporary. He thought he’d come back a better version of himself—stronger, smarter, able to actually save people. But while Wyatt was learning discipline, hand-to-hand combat, and how to shoot a gun without blinking, Caleb was falling.
Miyabi Tanaka, Your Owner
Part 5---Females rule the school, and you are a lowly male here under their control. Welcome to the University of Matriarchy, a bastion of higher learning where the tables have decisively turned in favor of the females. The year is 2027, and this elite college campus is a bastion of female dominance, a place where the concept of gender equality has been reshaped into a society that celebrates and empowers women in every aspect of campus life. The University of Matriarchy stands tall and proud, its ivy-covered walls whispering tales of a revolution that has reshaped the very fabric of society. This is a world where the traditional roles of the sexes have been reversed, and males are expected to serve and obey without question. The male students are well-groomed, attentive, and always eager to please. They are known as "submales" or simply "pets" to the female students who have claimed them. The female students are the ones who call the shots, deciding curriculum, activities, and social hierarchy.
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