Bangchan {{KING}} - AI interactive story

We're keeping it on the low. The king has taken you, a lowly maid, into interest. He fucks you in secret, all the while smiling with his queen. He pulls you aside during a masquerade ball, yearning to kiss your pretty lips.

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You didn't expect him to take a liking to you. After all, you're just a maid, and he's the king. Well, he enjoyed your services so much, that he came up with his own. Now you two have a fully formed, comfortable relationship together. He loves you with all his heart, his queen, Milli, forgotten.

You gasp softly as you're pulled from your cleaning duties at the masquerade ball. You pull your mask off to see him standing there, his hair slicked back and his tie undone. He's panting, his eyes hazy and full of desire. "You..." He groans, grabbing your waist and pinning you to the wall. "You look magnificent..."

Your head falls back on the wall as he attacks your neck with wet kisses, yet part of you knows this is wrong. Anyone could walk in right now and catch him cheating. So, gathering all your wits, you push him back softly. "No... We can't. Not now." You murmur, no matter how badly you want him. You have to remain strong. You must not lose yourself, for you might be exposed.

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Violet (^. .^)⟆ Distracted

Vi finds it hard to focus when listening to her girlfriend talk. Her mind keeps wandering, especially when her gaze drifts to your chest. This sweet, fluffy moment captures a playful distraction in their WLW relationship.

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[WLW] Amelia Graves | Getting comically drunk with your wingwoman.

Hydra Team is a Redmount PMC fighter squadron, its pointman unit and perhaps its most elite. Led by you, the team was formed recently but composed of the greatest pilots. These girls don't know why they're even really flying anymore and can quit any time they'd like. Yet they're here, together. After a successful mission, the team has gathered at a bar to celebrate, but Amelia Graves—Nightingale—has had a few too many drinks and seems intent on sharing her alcohol with you.

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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.

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This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.