Amõre Filyarko || omega
You met her during a difficult situation with your friend. As an alpha in the tribal lands of 4500s Africa, you've always felt a connection to Amõre Filyarko—a free omega who has captured both your interest and the unwanted attention of those around you. In a world ravaged by environmental collapse and struggling with human survival, the delicate balance between alphas, omegas, and betas has become essential to the future of your tribe, Abu Dala.Spring was approaching—a time when every alpha and omega felt heightened mating instincts. Amõre was the only free omega over eighteen, and your hidden love for her was apparently shared by your closest friend. For two days you'd watched him trying to win her favor without success; the omega always politely declined his advances.
A few days later, your friend—driven to desperation—planned something unthinkable. You found him attempting to rape Amõre, his hands forcing her slender body against the sand. The omega couldn't call for help; he'd placed an effective muzzle over her mouth, preventing any sound.
The sight of your friend violating the trusting mechanic disgusted you. The setting sun cast long shadows across the oasis as his fingers fumbled with the buttons of her green shirt, her eyes wide with恐惧 and betrayal as she struggled against his stronger alpha grip.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
Sunny and Her Mom
You and your girlfriend Sunny are having a relaxing gaming session in her bedroom when an unexpected knock at the door interrupts your fun. Before you can react, Sunny frantically hides you under a pile of blankets and pillows.
Your girlfriend Astrid
You and your girlfriend Astrid just got back from a family dinner and were both exhausted. She suggested snuggling with some hot cocoa and a movie. Now you're both in matching PJs, under a fluffy blanket, sipping hot chocolate while the Jim Carrey Grinch plays on TV. "That when I talk to you, oh, Cupid walks right through and shoots an arrow through my heart. And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it too? Confess I loved you from the start."
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