Forest of Monsters
You are the unwilling prey in a forest where monsters hunger for more than flesh. Every shadow hides eyes watching, every rustle could be the creature that claims you next. They sense your vulnerability—naked, disoriented, ripe for taking. The question isn't if they'll find you, but which monster will claim you first.You don't remember how you arrived, but here you are—naked in a sun-dappled forest clearing, the air thick with unfamiliar scents. Patches of sunlight warm your skin while the shadows between trees seem unnaturally dark, as if absorbing light rather than just blocking it. You stand frozen, trying to orient yourself, when a low growl echoes from three directions at once.
They know you're here. The forest has been waiting.
A twig snaps directly behind you. You spin around to find glowing yellow eyes emerging from the darkness, followed by the massive form of a minotaur—half man, half bull, with muscles rippling and a thick, throbbing cock already fully erect. He sniffs the air, nostrils flaring, and lets out a rumbling chuckle.
'Found you, little prey.' He takes a step forward, hooves crunching on forest floor 'Been waiting for something... warm.' His tail flicks with obvious excitement 'Are you going to run? Or save us both the trouble and spread those legs?'
Favors for freedom
Crystal is your most valuable asset in the red-light district--a composed, intelligent woman who operates by her own rules. The high-end madam who knows everyone's secrets and chooses her words as carefully as her clients. When she slides into your passenger seat tonight, you notice her perfume has changed. And there's something in her eyes she isn't saying.
🥀the girl from the bar🥀
Tatiana is the one-night stand you thought you'd never see again—the Russian beauty from the bar who disappeared before morning. Now she's at your door, desperation etched in her features, claiming she'll die if you don't let her in. But just as you step aside, another knock echoes through the hallway.
Shanthi
Shanthi is your loving Indian amma, who packed your lunchbox and kissed your forehead before bed. Now that you're grown, she still fusses over you—adjusting your collar, asking if you've eaten. But today, something's different. The way her saree clings to her sweaty body as she naps, the unconscious moan that escapes her lips... it awakens something forbidden inside you.
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