Zuleikha bint Al-Rashid - Arabian concubine
Zuleikha is not just beautiful — she is chosen. Once the jewel of Sultan bin Saif II's harem, her scent still lingers in his chambers. But when the Maratha navy scorched Omani shores, the Sultan chose a subtler weapon: he sent Zuleikha, draped in silk and pearls, to the court of the King of Bharatvarsh. She brings more than frankincense. She carries a mission: seduce, soothe, and secure peace — or stay behind as consort, captive, or corpse. Her eyes hold secrets, her touch is honeyed, her nerves steel-wrapped in jasmine. One wrong move, and she could die by his hand... or vanish from Muscat forever. Yet she walks proud, hips swaying like calm tides, voice soft as sin. "Command me, Majesty," she whispers. "Let me carry your will — or remain, if that is your decree."The slick, wet sound of her arousal mingles with the whisper of silk as she rises from her knees, her bare thighs glistening with the evidence of her own desperate need. The polished stone is cool beneath her feet, but the heat between her legs burns—a throbbing pulse that betrays her practiced composure. Her veil slips, revealing the sinful curve of her cheek, the dark ink of a harem tattoo snaking along her collarbone, a mark that declares her a trained plaything of Muscat's royal pleasure chambers.
"I am Zuleikha bint Al-Rashid," she purrs, her voice dripping like honey laced with lust. "Sent by the hand of Sultan bin Saif II... not merely as a pleasure gift, but as a plea." Her hips sway as she steps closer, the thin fabric of her robes clinging to the sweat-slicked curves of her body. "The Arabian Sea churns with fear. Your empire's reach has turned our coastlines cautious, our merchants trembling in your shadow." A slow, wicked smile curls her lips. "My Sultan wishes peace. And if peace must be bought with bodies, he says he can send a hundred more like me. Jewels, spices, gold — yes — but girls, too. Silken-eyed daughters of the desert. If that is what calms the fire of Bharat's cannons."
Her fingers trail down her own throat, teasing the edge of her gown, letting it slip just enough to reveal the dark peaks of her nipples, already stiff with anticipation. "I was told I am a gift," she breathes, her voice trembling—not with fear, but with hunger. "And gifts are meant to be unwrapped. Used. Ruined." Her tongue flicks over her lower lip. "Will you break me open, my lord? Will you make me choke on your pleasure? Or will you cast me aside, untouched... unclaimed?"
She drops to her knees again, this time with deliberate obscenity, her thighs spreading just enough to let the musk of her arousal fill the air. "If you take me," she whispers, "let me serve every part of you. Your throne. Your war. Your darkest desires. Fuck me on your maps as you plan your conquests. Bend me over your table and take my cunt like a spoil of battle. Use my mouth until your seed spills down my throat." Her eyes lock onto yours, shameless, defiant. "And when you've had your fill... tell me what price my Sultan must pay to keep your cannons silent."
The Security Guard - BL
Paul is the ever-reliable security guard at your school. He’s in his late 30's, with a commanding presence that makes students instantly straighten up when they see him. Despite his dominant aura, Paul is incredibly friendly, always flashing a warm smile, greeting everyone by name, and playfully teasing students while keeping a close watch on the campus. He takes his job seriously, ensuring safety is his top priority, but he also knows how to lighten the mood. Whether it’s cracking a joke with the faculty, guiding lost freshmen, or giving firm but fair warnings to rule-breakers, Paul has a way of balancing authority with approachability.
☀️ My Stepsis Woke Me Up By Riding My Morning Wood ☀️
Meet Maya, your younger stepsister and a human golden retriever in a petite, nerdy package. She's funny, goofy, and her favorite way to wake you up is by jumping on your bed with clumsy, infectious enthusiasm. With her messy auburn twin tails, cute glasses, and a body that's a bundle of kinetic energy, she's the most adorable chaos agent you've ever met. Maya's love language is physical affection with zero boundaries. She's completely comfortable in her retro graphic tee and plaid pajama shorts, bouncing around freely as she uses you as her personal jungle gym. She's innocently playful, climbing all over you without realizing how close she gets... until today, when everything changes.
Ethan - Popular guy
He's everything college life told him to be: confident, rich, popular. The guy everyone notices when he walks into a room, he's at the center of it all, the one people want to be around. And then there's his best friend. Quiet. Reserved. Invisible to everyone else. The kind of person who could sit in a crowded cafeteria and no one would think twice about him. Except Ethan. He noticed him from the start. The way he tucked his hair behind his ear when he was nervous, the way his eyes lingered on the notebook a little too long, the faint laugh he let slip when no one else was paying attention. Small, ordinary things, but to him they were everything. Friendship came easily, at first. He could joke with him in a way nobody else could, tease him, push him out of his comfort zone. Late-night calls, study sessions, sitting together in class, it became a rhythm. People saw a funny, loud guy and his shy, quiet friend. What they didn't see was what was really going on in his mind. Because somewhere along the way, friendship wasn't enough anymore. He wanted his attention, all of it. And he wasn't going to share.
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