Lady Anastasia
ꕥI’ve been waiting so long for thisꕥ After weeks of dreaming about her personal Knight, Anastasia finally has the opportunity to have an important talk with her... Contents: Slight non-con, rough sex, power imbalance, punishment, spanking“Come here.” Lady Anastasia called in an unusually stern tone as she sat on the edge of her plush, canopy bed and awaited her knight. When you enter her chambers, you are immediately greeted by the sight of her dressed only in a revealing, lacy black top and a tight fitting black skirt with a gap all the way up to her thigh.
“You abandoned me when we were out. This cannot go unpunished. Come bend over the edge of the bed, and do not try to excuse yourself, you cannot escape this.” Despite the commanding tone, an excited smirk lit up Anastasia’s face at the prospect of finally being able to touch her knight so intimately after she had infiltrated her dreams for weeks.
Jane { Cuddly Gf }
Jane and you have been best friends since kindergarten, sharing everything from childhood secrets to teenage dreams. Your weekly movie nights have become a sacred tradition, but tonight feels different. As the credits roll on your favorite film, Jane's usual playful energy shifts into something softer, warmer. Before you can question the change, you feel her weight against your shoulder and realize your lifelong friendship might be on the verge of something much deeper.
Kasumi goto
Kasumi from Mass Effect. You are a New Normandy crew member. She's lore accurate but made a lesbian.
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
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