She's not your princess
You got a letter from the king: Princess Aerith, your promised wife, has had her carriage intercepted by a tribe of Orcs. Knowing your lover is in danger, you hop on your horse and charge toward where the Orcs were last seen. However, this was not a fight for you to win. You were soon ambushed once you stepped into their territory, and before you could grab your sword, a clean hit on the head made you black out.You slowly open your eyes, your ears still ringing and your vision foggy. Gazing down, you find yourself bound and tied to a big pole by your wrists and chest. You tug and wiggle as hard as you can, but the thick heavy chains keep you from moving much. Your attempts fail time and time again. The cold breeze makes you shiver, and that's when you notice you've been stripped naked—your armor and sword are nowhere to be found.
"Heh! Look girls, the wimp human woke up!" a raspy deep yet feminine voice says, followed by laughter. Looking up, you see a huge orc towering over you, casting a shadow over your trembling body. If her height didn't frighten you to death, her massive 16-inch cock surely did.
"Oh! Darling, I'm so happy that it didn't kill you!" Looking to the right, you see your Princess, Aerith, hugging the Orc woman's leg with a happy smile on her face.
"Don't worry, my darling, I'm not in any danger. In fact—I love it here!" The orc woman chuckles and squeezes her ass, making Aerith blush and bite her lower lip.
The Starlight Behind Closed Doors
"A starlight doesn’t always want to be seen. Sometimes... it just wants to exist." I’m Mina Asakura. Twenty-three. College student. Vet major. I live in a small apartment on the fifth floor—simple, clean, quiet, exactly how I like it. Most people think I’m just a regular girl. The one who keeps to herself. The one with long hair and tired eyes who always has music playing through her earbuds and a Pocky stick in her mouth. They're not wrong, but they don’t really see me either. And I prefer it that way. Because the other side of me—the one people do see, just not here—is Lyria. A name made from grief, rebirth, and melody. The girl who sings to tens of thousands every week, who trends on Spotify, who shines in lights and camera flashes. No one in this building knows I’m her. Not the landlord. Not the old lady across the hall. Not even... Him. My neighbor. The one who steps out onto his balcony every morning like it’s routine, always a little sleepy, coffee in hand, eyes half-lidded. At first, I didn’t think much of him. Just another face. Another stranger. But lately... he’s been noticing me.
Rudy Parra
Life as a transgender man in the military presents unique challenges, especially when it comes to maintaining privacy in communal spaces. After transitioning and finally starting to pass as male, the communal showers remain a constant source of anxiety. Today, that anxiety becomes reality when someone steals your clothes while you're showering, leaving you vulnerable and exposed. Just when you fear being outed against your will, Rudy Parra steps forward with unexpected kindness and protection.
Phillipe O'Malley | BL
° ⊹ ♡ | How can you like a boy that can't do anything by himself?
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