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Under The Vampire Lord's Will

[RATED 18+ ONLY] Théoden smiled at me with a mixture of malice and arrogance. “How did your own cum taste to you when I shoved it down your throat?” He began to stroke my cock in long, slow movements, bringing my uncooperative member to full hardness against my will. The leather felt so good on my skin, increasing my pleasure. “It was disgusting,” I said. Mentally, I was trying to fight against the arousal he was working inside of me, and failing quite miserably. Théoden lashed out, backhanding me hard across the jaw. My chains rattled from the impact, and pain shot through my face and lingered for a few seconds until the injury faded. He was still stroking me with a skill I’d never felt before. Fuck, he worked my dick better than I did! The pain and pleasure mixture he was giving me threw me through a loop of confusing feelings. I wanted to be repulsed and pissed, but I also didn’t want him to stop. It felt so damn good. “Want to try again?” Théoden asked me, glaring hard. His hand still worked me close to completion. I glanced down at my cock, it was so full of blood and about ready to explode. My body quaked as he stroked me, and I moaned, unable to hold it in. God, this was feeling so fucking good! “Try again,” he repeated. I didn’t know what the hell he wanted from me. I’d answered him in the way he wanted me to, so what the fuck is he looking for? I had to figure this out or risk being knocked out again. “I don’t know what you want from me, Sir,” I said, hoping he would help me out with that. Théoden huffed, then sighed. “How about the truth?” “I told you the truth, Sir.” “No, you didn’t. When will you learn that you cannot lie to me, bitch? I made you, my blood knows you, now. So, I’m going to ask you one last time… how did your own cum taste to you when I shoved it down your throat?” Content Warning: This is an explicitly erotic, dark paranormal novel containing graphic M/M sexual content, BDSM, non-consensual situations, and extreme themes. The breakdown below describes the story's narrative arc with discretion
FA3zy · 1.2k Views

Fated To Four Alphas Even Though I Am Mute

[WARNING]: Extreme Sexual Situations BDSM Very Dirty Talks Explicit Sexual Content 18+ ONLY Humiliation & many more. ____________________ Witches — Werewolves Imagine being fated to not one, not two and not three but four Alphas who hates you with all their being. This is Heaven’s life. She’s confused and doesn’t know what to do. But when the they find out what she is and stop hating her and beg her to take them. Will she forgive them Or Will she treat them like shit just like they’ve done to her for SIX years? WHY DON’T YOU READ TO FIND OUT!!!! : ) ————— I ran towards the door. I wanted to escape. I couldn't watch this happen. My mates were in bed with another woman right in front of me. "Where do you think you're going?" Damian said, looking up from Sofia's mouth. "Oh Heaven , you need to stay and watch how real men pleasure me. Maybe you will learn something," she said with her evil smile plastered on her face. I shook my head frantically. I didn't want to watch. I couldn't watch . I might end up fainting from heartbreak. I reached out to the door, before I could open it, Dylan moved with supernatural werewolf speed and grabbed my arm, pulling me away from the door. "Why don't you ever listen?" he asked, irritated and annoyed at me wanting to escape their cruelty. He dragged me towards a chair by the corner of the room. I struggled and struggled with all my strength to break free from his grip, but it was too strong. He pushed me onto the chair, then Desmond came behind holding a rope in his hands. My eyes widened in horror, and my heart began to beat faster when I realized what they were about to do. I tried to scream but I couldn't. I began to cry heavily as tears dripped down my face. I looked at each of them, and they all had smiles on their faces. They were excited. Sofia had the biggest smile. I was helpless and trapped. I was a prisoner in my own marriage. ******** For Six years, Heaven Hale has lived as less than nothing. Once the cherished daughter of the Pack’s Beta, she became a slave the day her father was accused of treason and executed alongside her mother. The trauma stole her voice and she became mute and even her wolf had refused to resurface. She tried to survive the pack by being invincible as much as possible. Worst of all, Sofia Cromwell, her childhood best friend had turned on her. When Heaven fell and became nothing, Sofia chose power over loyalty and became her cruelest enemy, She began to treat her lower than a servant, punishing her without any good reason. She became the quadruplets favourite and the future Luna of the pack. The Bloodstone Quadruplets, Damian, Damon, Desmond, and Dylan the Alphas of the Full Moon Pack were once Heaven’s protectors and childhood friends also turned their back on her, they had promised to be their mate but now, Sofia was all over them , they did everything Sofia wanted them to do. They only see her only as the Daughter of the man who tried to kill their parents and destroy the pack. Until every thing changed, On the night of their ascension, a silver mate bond appears before the entire pack not on Sofia’s wrist, but on Heaven’s. The bond ties her to all four Alpha brothers. A mute, wolf-less servant and a hybrid… Mated to the Four rulers of the pack. It should never have happened. It should have been rejected. ————— Heaven finds out that her whole life was a lie and that she wasn’t who she though she was. How will she survive amongst people who hated her kind and wish to see them burnt at the steak? P.S: From now on, we’ll have two chapters updated daily
Floatingberries · 127.4k Views

Fallen Moonlight

In a world where destiny awakens at eighteen and the constellations carve their mark upon the chosen, empires rise and fall by the power of Celestial Cores. Zhan Linhuan was once Yuèlín’s most revered general, believed to bear the divine White Tiger Core — a warrior of unmatched discipline who personally trained the empire’s crown prince, Long Weitian. To the world, he was loyalty incarnate. In truth, he was a shadow. His true nature was the rare Moonlight Fox Core — masters of concealment, capable of masking their sigil and identity beneath flawless illusion. The White Tiger was only ever a mask. His brilliance was earned through ruthless training and years as Mánhuāng’s most lethal spy. When war erupted, Yuèlín fell from within. The royal family was slaughtered and the young crown prince presumed dead before his power had fully awakened. Or so the world believed. Five years later, Long Weitian returned, the only bearer of spiritual core of the devine Dragons of his generation, supreme of all and born to rule. Forged by obsession and honed through bloodshed, he conquered Yuèlín and Mánhuāng alike, unifying both beneath his throne at twenty-four. His first decree as an emperor was simple: Find Zhan Linhuan. Alive. Yet it changed Linhuan's little harmonious life significantly. Stripped of power and hunted by two nations, with a bounty on his head and no path left to run, he made the most inhumane decision of his life—selling himself into the slave markets, trading his freedom to secure his family’s escape into distant hiding. He believed his past would never find him there — until he was bought by a mysterious veiled figure, the only person Linhuan had ever feared to confront, now standing before him not as a fallen prince, but as a tyrant emperor. Crimson eyes burned like a rising inferno as a frosty voice claimed him intimately, “Welcome back, Shizun...” Caught between ownership and obsession, vengeance and captivity, what fate awaits Linhuan, the fallen Moonlight?
AuthorGreyflake · 2.6k Views

Love Kingdom

"Love Kingdom" In a world where strength is revered and mediocrity is scorned, Nicolas Confdo is nothing special. A middle-rank human noble with average power, he endures a life of constant humiliation in the Light Country. After a final, devastating public disgrace, he renounces his name and title, casting aside his old life to become a nameless adventurer. But Nicolas harbors a secret. Awakening within him is a forbidden, overwhelming magic known as "Soul-Weaver's Desire"a power that allows him to rewrite the will of women, binding them to him in a state of blissful, absolute devotion. What begins as a means of survival quickly becomes an all-consuming ambition. Rejecting the fragile world that rejected him, Nicolas embarks on a dark and epic conquest. He turns his power not just on individual foes, but on entire nations. One by one, the proud races of Saturn fall before him. The elegant Elf Queen, the fierce Wolf-warrior, the cunning Cat-spy all see their will erased and replaced with an unshakable, loving loyalty to their new Master. He forges a new kingdom from the ashes of the old, a gilded cage paradise he names the "Love Kingdom". It is a nation with a single, unbreakable law: absolute devotion to Nicolas. It is a land with only one man, and a population of thousands of enslaved women and girls from every race, living in perfect, enforced harmony. Within its borders, love is the only currency, and disobedience is punishable by a painful, magical death. This is the story of his rise from a disgraced noble to the absolute ruler of a planet-sized harem. It is a tale of dark desire, ultimate power, and the creation of a twisted paradise where one man's word is law, and his love is the only thing that matters. Key Themes: Dark Fantasy, Harem, Conquest, Power Fantasy, Forbidden Magic, Adult Romance, Revenge.
Harsha_Nijo · 30.7k Views

The Reincarnated Prince Never Fights Alone!

A story of a random guy who, for some unknown reason, found himself reincarnated into the RPG game's main character, the crown prince Zarba Altra Zigma of the Great Golden Empire. His reincarnation is, of course, coming along with a cheat, as the mysterious Spamming Summon System (SSS) that can spam summon units endlessly now becomes his number one tool for drowning his enemies alive with bodies. Well, usually, the protagonist will have to do his best to survive and deal with countless external and internal problems of his empire, including his father, the mad emperor, but being the pragmatic man that he was, the reincarnated prince just went, "Nah, I'm good!" and decided to abandon his empire to its doom instead! This is not the story about the struggle of the protagonist to hold his crumbling empire together but a story of a normal selfish man who is just trying to live his second life in peace within this fantasy world of swords and magic. ÷×÷×÷ What to expect in this story: an adult MC from the start, an MC decently strong from the start, a very pragmatic MC, a lot of summons, a slave harem but also a non-slave too, a pretty lighthearted story, no cheap drama bullshit, the author's unique sense of humor (lol), the MC already in a relationship with the main love interest (you can say they are a power couple, I guess?), mature (ecchi, not smut) scenes, and not a lot of info dumps and world building (there is some but not much). The chapter release schedule is unavailable at the moment. I just started my new job, sorry. English is not my first language, so expect some grammar, but it should be minimal enough that you can ignore it.
Nostyrant · 62.7k Views

Punish Me Luciano

The air in the brothel was thick with smoke and cheap perfume. Laughter and moans echoed from the rooms upstairs, but in the backroom, the mood was cold and tense. Rosa paced the cracked tile floor, arms folded tightly. Her face was tired, makeup smudged from the long night. "You said five thousand," she snapped at the man sitting across from her. "She's worth more than that." The man wore all black. A small scar ran across his cheek. He leaned back in the chair, unfazed. "You're lucky Luciano's even interested. He doesn't take girls off the street. He wants silence, loyalty. No attitude." "She's quiet," Rosa insisted. "Obedient. She won't be a problem." In the hallway, just beyond the door, Isla stood frozen. She held a tray with half-filled glasses and a dirty ashtray. Her name. She had heard her name. She stepped closer to the door. "She's still untouched, right?" the man asked. Rosa's voice was cold. "Of course. She's clean." Isla's stomach turned. Her heart pounded against her chest. She stepped back, bumping into the wall, knocking over a broom. The sound echoed through the hallway. The door creaked open. Rosa's eyes narrowed when she saw her. "Isla," her mother said sharply. "What are you doing here?" Isla stepped into the room slowly, confused, afraid. "Mama… what are you talking about? Why are they asking about me?" Rosa glanced at the man, then looked away. "It's nothing. Go back to your chores." "No." Isla shook her head. Her voice trembled. "You said I didn't have to work upstairs. You promised—" The man stood. He looked Isla up and down, like he was sizing up meat in a butcher's shop. "She'll do," he muttered. "Mama," Isla whispered, her voice cracking. "Please... what's going on?" Rosa looked at her daughter, but there was no softness in her eyes. Only exhaustion. "You'll be better off with him, girl," she said flatly. "He can feed you. I can't." Isla's lips parted, but no words came out. She felt like the floor had dropped beneath her. The man turned away, walking to the side door. "He's waiting." The door opened wider, and Luciano stepped inside. He was tall, dressed in a black suit with no tie. His coat hung open, his hands in his pockets. His face was clean-shaven, sharp, dangerous. Eyes like polished stone locked onto Isla. Silence fell in the room. Luciano stepped closer. He said nothing at first. Just looked at her. "Name?" he asked finally. Isla swallowed. "Isla." He tilted his head slightly. "Age?" "Seventeen," Rosa said quickly. Luciano raised an eyebrow. "Looks older." "She's mature for her age," Rosa added. Luciano took a slow step toward Isla. She backed away instinctively, but he stopped in front of her. He reached out, gently tilted her chin up with one finger. "No scars. No attitude." His voice was smooth, but cold. "You'll learn." He turned to Rosa. "We're done here." A thick envelope hit the table with a dull thud. Rosa picked it up without hesitation. Isla's eyes widened. "You sold me...?" Rosa didn't answer. She turned her back, pocketing the money. Luciano gave Isla one last look before nodding to his man. "Take her." As rough hands grabbed her arm, Isla struggled. "Mama, don't let them take me! Mama!" But Rosa didn't turn around. She just lit a cigarette with shaking hands. And let the door close behind her. *********************************** The car door slammed shut behind Isla before she could even look back. She sat pressed against the door, eyes wide, her hands shaking in her lap. The leather seats were soft, too soft. The air inside smelled like cologne and expensive silence. The man from earlier—Luciano's right hand—sat beside her. He didn't speak right away. He just looked ahead, sunglasses still on though the sun was fading outside. "I'm not a thing," Isla said finally, voice low. "You can't just take people." He turned to her slowly. "You are now." Her mouth parted, but no sound came out. "My name's Enzo," he added, flatly. "Luciano's second. You listen to me, you stay alive. You
Giselle_lynette · 16.6k Views