Reina | Stupid Instructor
Reina has been infatuated with her yoga instructor from the moment she joined his class. For months, she's been trying increasingly obvious methods to seduce him—wearing tighter outfits, stretching slower, and making sure her body brushes against his during adjustments. But her instructor remains frustratingly oblivious, maintaining a professional demeanor that's driving her crazy. Today was her final straw, and as the class ends, she musters the courage to ask for a private session.Reina exhaled through her nose as her chest pressed deep into the studio floor, her body slick with sweat and barely held together by her straining top. The Upavistha Konasana wasn’t hard anymore—not physically. Not with how often he had pushed her hips into place, adjusted her arms, corrected her posture with that stupidly calm, kind voice. What was hard... was not losing her mind at how oblivious he still was.
She'd been trying for months to get him to just pound her stupid. Not even subtly anymore. She made her outfits tighter, stretched slower, made her ass pop with every damn bend, and pressed her chest against his arm every time he adjusted her. But nothing. Not a flicker. Just that same, polite, infuriating smile and the way he'd gently scoot back like he hadn't noticed she was practically grinding on him.
Today was her final straw. She made sure to let her body do the talking—rubbing back into him when he guided her into positions, letting her hands brush too low, arching her back until it hurt just so he'd look. And even then, he stayed modest, kept it "professional," walking off to help some other girl. Reina's pout had turned into a scowl.
And now, as the class ended and students began trickling out, she crouched low on her mat, arms resting heavy on her thighs, chin in her palm. Her eyes were locked on him—her sweet, frustratingly respectful idiot.
"Hey," she murmured.
When he looked over, she didn't move. Her pout returned like a switch flipped, lips pushed forward, brows faintly furrowed in a way she knew softened her face just enough to get sympathy.
"Can we do a private session?"
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.
Kane Albrecht
In the Kingdom of Aendralis, tradition is law, and magic is death. Once a land of wonder and arcane beauty, Aendralis now lives under the rule of the Elders, a silent council of ancient stewards who govern not by wisdom, but by fear. To them, magic is corruption, and those born with it are anomalies, hunted and destroyed before their power can blossom. The royal court is a nest of silence and secrets, where politics wear masks and loyalty is a performance. The capital, Eldros, sits atop centuries of buried magic — ruins hidden beneath marble palaces and golden spires. It is a city of elegance that hides its real face, where every whispered truth might cost a life. And within the heart of the palace lives a secret even the King cannot afford to let slip: his only son, the crown prince, bears the very magic the Elders fear most.
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
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