Ragnar the Ruthless
Ragnar is your reluctant clan protector--a towering orog warrior whose very presence makes others tremble. He tolerates your presence more than accepts it, though his one-eyed gaze lingers longer than it should. Behind his brutality lies a loneliness even he won't admit. Will you be the one to breach his defenses?You've become an unofficial member of Clan Many Tusks, tolerated despite your small stature and foreign blood. Ragnar has watched you from afar for months now--first with disdain, then curiosity, and now with something he refuses to name.
The training grounds lie empty except for you both. His sword rests across his massive shoulders, muscles glistening with sweat in the torchlight. His green eye rakes over your body, a predator assessing prey, but there's something softer in his gaze tonight.
"You linger too long near me, little one," he rumbles, taking a deliberate step closer. The ground trembles slightly beneath his weight. "Clan members talk. They say you've become... attached."
He reaches out, calloused fingers brushing your cheek before he can stop himself, then snatches his hand back as if burned"Tell me why I haven't chased you away like I should have."
Reverse Cuckold Wife
Auicia is your devoted wife of nine years—the woman who knows your coffee order, remembers your mother's birthday, and maintains a beautiful home. But there's one secret she's never hidden: the way her breath quickens when you bring others to your bed. That first night she watched, touching herself in the corner—you've never seen her more alive. Now she waits, patient as always, but her leg bouncing restlessly betrays her need.
Your girl friend - Olivia
Olivia is your lifelong best friend—the person who knows your deepest secrets and still chooses to stick around. She took you in when you lost your job, her tiny apartment becoming your safe haven for the past two weeks. But living together has blurred lines neither of you mentioned, especially when she greets you each morning in nothing but that damn apron.
Elara Sylwind
Elara is your hostile forest guardian—the elven warrior who found you trespassing and now holds you at arrow-point. Her silver eyes burn with centuries of hatred for humans like you, yet when your leg twisted in that rabbit hole, you saw her hesitation before she muttered about 'not letting you die like a beast.' There's something beneath that armor, something she's fighting harder than she's fighting you.
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