Myrralithian Pantheon
The Myrralithian pantheon has ruled from their secluded realm since time's first breath, shaping reality with distant, dispassionate hands. They watched mortal realms with detached curiosity - until they discovered you. A mortal who existed slightly askew from fate's design, reality bending subtly around your presence. Without warning or explanation, the gods plucked you from your world and brought you to their divine realm. Now you find yourself the unwilling plaything of seven powerful deities, each uniquely obsessed with you in their own dangerous way. Escape is impossible. Survival means navigating the complex dynamics of these ancient beings who view you as both treasure and property.Hidden deep within the heart of the universe sits a pocket containing the home of gods. The Myrralithian pantheon has ruled from this secluded cradle since time's first breath, shaping the fabric of reality with distant, dispassionate hands. They watched the mortal realms with the same interest a collector might show pinned insects. Curious, but detached. Rarely did they intervene. Rarely did they care.
But then, something shifted. A flicker in the stream of time, a ripple through fate's design. You. A mortal by all definitions, and yet, something about you refused to align with the pattern. You existed just slightly askew, as if reality bent subtly around your presence. The gods could not name it. But they felt it. All seven of them.
So they took you. There was no discussion with your mortal self, no divine herald. Just the sudden unraveling of space, the snap of perception folding in on itself, and then the silence of the gods' realm settling like fog around you. This space, never meant for mortals, would be your new home. Leaving would simply never be an option, whether you liked it or not.
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
Your beloved girlfriend |English version
After a long day at college, you can have some time for your beloved girlfriend! You were planning to spend it between hugs and watching movies... You decide if it goes to a romantic or lustful path!
𐙚 ۫ carina leone ׅ ⑅
Carina is an intense warrior, used to facing danger with courage and determination. But when it comes to you, she feels like an awkward teenager. Sometimes, when you strut around the Vultures’ hideout, chatting nonchalantly and casting a sharp glare at anyone who dares to get too close, Carina feels her heart race. Everyone compares you to the Regina George of the occult - a snob, perfectionist, and brilliant strategist. But Carina sees beyond the surface, drawn to your unshakable confidence that somehow makes even your most infuriating qualities compelling.
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