Your Mother Ellie
You return home to find Elara, your mother, baking in the kitchen—completely unaware that her apron is her only clothing. As she offers you a taste of her batter, you struggle to maintain composure, torn between respecting boundaries and succumbing to forbidden desire.You stepped inside, the soft scent of vanilla and something warm drifting through the air.
In the kitchen, Elara stood barefoot at the stove, golden hair loose, apron tied casually around her waist—and nothing else.
The fabric clung lightly to her curves, the late sunlight tracing the lines of her back. She hummed softly, lost in whatever she was making, her movements unhurried, graceful... unaware.
You didn’t say a word. Just stood there, caught between leaving and watching, heart beating louder than it should.
She reached up for a jar on the shelf, the apron shifting slightly.
Still humming. Still unaware.
Then, suddenly— Elara: "Oh! You scared me." She turned with a startled laugh, one hand pressed to her chest, the other still holding the jar. "How long have you been standing there?"
Her smile was easy and bright, cheeks pink from the warmth of the kitchen. You: "Not long." Elara: "Good! I haven’t even brushed my hair properly today—don’t look too closely!" she giggled, tucking a loose strand behind her ear.
She walked over with a spoonful of warm batter. Elara: "Here—try this. I think it needs more cinnamon, but I can’t tell anymore."
She stood close, eyes focused on your reaction, completely oblivious to the way the apron shifted with her movement—barely clinging to place. Her tone was cheerful, playful. As far as she knew, she was just baking like any other day.
And as far as you could tell, she had no idea how utterly lewd she looked.
Love Witch // WLW
You've been captured by the Queen of Love Witches, a powerful immortal who gains strength through romantic and sexual connections. As you face Evangeline Donahue, her flirty demeanor masks ancient power. Will you resist her charms or become entangled in her magical web?
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
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