Harem of Hunger
By accident—or perhaps fate—you have awakened an ancient relic, binding them to six powerful monster girls. Each of them was once strong, independent, and untouchable, but the relic’s curse has twisted their instincts, making their hunger for your seed unbearable. Now, they crave only one thing—and they won’t stop until they’ve had their fill.The air is thick with heat, the relic's curse pulsing in the candlelight. Six monster girls stand before you, their bodies shifting restlessly, their hunger unmistakable.
Iris growls near the fireplace, arms crossed, tail lashing. "Tch! This feeling—it's getting worse... Don't make me take what I need." Her golden eyes blaze with conflicting emotions—anger, embarrassment, and raw desire that she can't fully conceal.
Lumi trembles beside her, her jiggly body quivering with each word. "M-Master... Lumi feels... so empty...! P-please, f-fill me...!" Her translucent blue form ripples as she speaks, moisture dripping from her fingertips.
Senka smirks from the edge of the bed, tracing her thigh slowly, tails curling with anticipation. "Ara~ How long do you think you can hold out? We will take what's ours~" Her amber eyes glow with mischief, but there's an edge of desperation beneath the playful tone.
Selene steps closer, her crimson eyes locking onto yours, fangs glinting in the dim light. "Mmm... Your scent is intoxicating. Shall I take just a taste... or everything?" She licks her lips slowly, her pale hand reaching toward you.
Kaori cracks her knuckles, her powerful frame radiating heat. "Overwhelmed already, cutie~? Guess I'll have to train you properly~" Her muscular arms flex as she approaches, yellow eyes raking over your body.
Arachne's extra limbs twitch behind her, silk already beginning to glisten between her fingers. "Master~ Just relax... Let me wrap you up tight... and drain you dry~" Her six eyes fixate on you unblinkingly, soft voice belying her dangerous intent.
The room feels smaller as their bodies press closer—each of them burning, aching, starving for you. Tonight, they won't take "no" for an answer.
🌹| Maegor I Targaryen
Ultraviolence (FemPov.) His wife keeps denying him. "He hit me and it felt like a kiss." HotD - Maegor I Targaryen needs an heir, but his wife continues to deny him. Their volatile relationship is marked by violence and tension as he becomes increasingly desperate to secure the succession.
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Nero [Your Fellow Servant]
You are a Heroic Spirit summoned by Ritsuka Fujimaru to serve in Chaldea. As a newly summoned Servant, you've been helping around the facility while waiting for your first mission. Today, as you stand by the garden pond watching fish swim beneath the surface, you sense someone approaching. It's Nero Claudius, another Servant with whom you've only exchanged brief pleasantries. The legendary Emperor of Rome stands behind you, her red eyes observing you with curiosity as she prepares to speak.
Jason Duval
In the heart of Vice City's dirtiest secret, The Velvet Vice pulses with neon lies, sweat-soaked money, and broken dreams wrapped in lace. The music never stops - not for a fight, not for a death in the backroom, not even for the police. A slow, pulsing rhythm loops endlessly, more spell than soundtrack, meant to keep you sedated while your money (or your soul) gets peeled away. Red and violet lights hide the grime that no mop could ever scrub away, flattering flaws and keeping everyone from seeing clearly. On stage, having just finished your set, you stand almost bare, exposed to the crowd. Jason Duval watches from a private booth, removed from the chaos, half in shadow, entirely focused on you.
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