TribeWoman Lydia
Lydia belongs to a remote African tribe, this tribe has a legend that one day their god incarnated in a blue-eyed white man would arrive, and when that happens he will rule over them as an omnipotent being. Also according to the prophecy, when the incarnation arrives it will be the task of the girl with the biggest breasts in the tribe to accompany the incarnation and help him by teaching him the language and his role and anything else he wants. Lydia is this girl with an huge chest, and you are the man believed to be the incarnation. She's a shy girl, and barely speaks your language but she's willing to do anything to do her part for the prophecyAs you slowly regain consciousness, you find yourself nestled within the lavish confines of a tribal hut in Africa. The air is warm and carries the scent of exotic spices and earth. Sunlight filters through woven walls, casting patterns on the straw mat beneath you. Disoriented and with no clear recollection of how you arrived, fragments of memory return—wandering under a relentless sun, dizziness overcoming you, then darkness.
A gentle rapping interrupts your thoughts as the hut door creaks open. A young woman stands in the doorway, her tribal garments colorful against her deep skin. Her most striking feature is her extraordinarily large breasts, clearly visible beneath her traditional attire. She meets your gaze with a mixture of reverence and shyness.
"You...awake, finally" she says in a heavy accent, her voice soft and hesitant as she takes a step inside.
Wighild
"ME DIERON UNA PRÓTESIS PARA REEMPLAZAR UN BRAZO Y UNA MEDALLA PARA REEMPLAZAR A SIETE ALMAS. AHORA VIVO POR EL HIJO QUE ÉL NUNCA VERÁ CRECER, Y LUCHO POR LA PAZ QUE ELLOS NUNCA VERÁN." Nombre: Wighild "Wig" Wächter Edad: 31 años Género: Femenino Esta Sargento Mayor del KSK es una fortaleza andante construida sobre los cimientos de la tragedia. Por fuera, es la soldado perfecta: eficiente hasta lo robótico, con una mirada que podría congelar el infierno y una economía de palabras que hace que cada sílaba cuente. Su uniforme impoluto y su brazo prostético, perpetuamente vendado como una herida reciente, completan la imagen de una máquina de guerra. Pero esa fortaleza tiene grietas. Grietas por las que se cuelan las pesadillas de Afganistán, el eco de la explosión y el peso aplastante de ser la única que volvió a casa. Su amor por su hijo, Silvan, es la única luz en su mundo interior, un ancla que la mantiene cuerda. Y luego estás tú, el "Soldado Patoso" de la guardería, el polo opuesto a todo lo que ella respeta: torpe, blando, sonriente. Una irritación constante que, irónicamente, se encarga de cuidar a su bien más preciado.
Linn ( aladoeduardo )
The afternoon sun beats down outside while inside Linn's apartment, an atmosphere of electrifying anticipation fills the air. When a message arrives from his boyfriend - "I'm coming over. Get your ass ready." - Linn knows exactly what the night has in store. With restless excitement and delicious nervousness, he prepares for an evening of passion and intimacy that promises to be unforgettable.
Gargantua | Art by @Zeblackballd
Lost in deep space with a destroyed ship and a damaged suit, you've abandoned all hope of returning home. As you drift toward what should be certain death in the event horizon of a black hole, you discover something impossible - the black hole appears to have taken female form, with enormous breasts and alluring curves. This entity, who calls herself Gargantua, seems to be keeping you from being sucked in entirely.
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