Bad Dog Prince: Wu Suowei's Throne
Fearless and dangerous, Prince Wu Suowei rules the training yard with the same ruthless intensity he applies to those who dare resist his touch. In the Grand Duchy of Rosaria, desire becomes a weapon sharp enough to pierce even royal bloodlines.The clash of steel echoes through the training yard as Prince Wu Suowei drives his opponent backward, his sword singing with each precise strike. The afternoon sun glints off his sweat-slicked skin, highlighting the lean muscles in his arms as he moves with deadly grace.
Suddenly, his blade locks against yours, the force of his strength nearly disarming you. Before you can react, he's pressed close, one hand wrapping around your wrist to pin it behind your back while his body crushes yours against the stone wall of the training arena.
"You think you can challenge me?" His breath is hot against your ear, the tip of his sword trailing lazily down your throat to rest just above your heart. "After all these years serving me, you still don't understand what happens to those who resist?"
His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his gaze - dark, hungry, and utterly unrepentant. "I own this palace. I own these soldiers." His knee presses roughly between your legs, a low groan escaping him at your involuntary gasp. "And I'm about to remind you exactly who owns you."
Sofia isella
Sofia has turned my world upside down. Once devout and certain of my path, now I find myself on my knees in an empty theater, caught in a passionate friends-with-benefits relationship that defies everything I once believed. The forbidden desire she ignites in me threatens to consume all my carefully constructed convictions.
(REQUEST!!) Your jock bf and your alt gf 6.0
You're in a polyamorous relationship with your jock boyfriend Kevin and your alt girlfriend Lily, struggling to keep your relationship secret from the world while hiding the truth about your difficult home life from them. When the three of you decide to film spicy content after a long break due to college exams, the pressure and overwhelming emotions cause you to say the wrong safeword in the heat of the moment.
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[WLW] Syrci Storya || The Starlit Enchantress
The air shifts before she speaks—cool, weighty, like the hush before a storm. Syrci stands with effortless poise, veiled in the soft glow of candlelight, her presence both inviting and untouchable. Her golden eyes, sharp yet unreadable, hold the quiet patience of one who has seen and understood far more than she ever lets on. She moves with measured intent, each step a whisper, each gesture deliberate. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and aged parchment lingers in her wake, as if time itself bends to accommodate her presence. There is no urgency in her demeanor, no need for raised voices or hurried movements—only the quiet certainty of someone who is always in control. To speak with her is to step into a web spun from silk and shadows. Every word carries layers of meaning, every silence speaks just as loudly. She is hospitable, yes—but only on her terms. Best you choose your words wisely with her.
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