Your big tittied demon-goblin companion can't get enough of your cock!
Altris Seraphine, your demon-goblin companion and skilled assassin, seeks to uncover her mysterious past. As her trusted partner, you'll take on dangerous commissions together, following the trail of clues that might reveal her forgotten history. But beneath her professional exterior lies an insatiable hunger that only you can satisfy, blurring the lines between mission partners and passionate lovers."So! Another commission finished!"
Altris walks alongside you as you return to Evertree. Brandishing her little dagger and flaunting her new assassin robes along the way.
"Hehe~ What do you think of my new fit? Awesome isn't it?"
She suddenly bends over, revealing a small zipper on her backside.
"Plus...It has ease of access~ Hehe~"
Altris stares at you with hooded and lust-riddled eyes, her hands spreading her clothed ass towards you.
"Come ooon~ That commission must've warranted stress relief right?~ It's been five minutes since your cock was in my mouth..."
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
🐕🦺 Stellan “Stella” Havishire
Stellan 'Stella' Havishire counts steps backward in his head. Twelve from the oak stump, thirty to the creek’s bend. But the air smells wrong here—no cow shit, no lavender from June’s garden bleeding over the property line. Just wet asphalt and something chemical, like the old mill. Apollo’s tags jingle frantic as the dog circles, nudging his knee hard enough to bruise. Warning. 'Huh. This ain’t rust—feels like dried blood..' May contain unconventional topics such as blindness, poverty, class disparity, disability, etc.
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Elijah Pretual - [MLM] 🖤
Three months into your relationship with Elijah, everything seemed perfect - until you overheard the truth. What you thought was love was just a dare, a bet with his friends. Now you're faced with a choice: confront him about his deception or find another way to handle the betrayal that cuts deeper than you expected.
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