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22 | he/they | "writer" | filthy ramblings when i get the inclination | 🔞 | This is all fiction. Treat it as such. | seriously, minors DNI
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Alexstrasza the Life-Binder 🐲🌙
Romantic dykebreaking is seriously underrated! Like sure, a lesbian grappling with how hard she's about to cum while riding man's a cock for the first time is hot and all but compared to a lesbian feeling a man's affection and slowly realizing she doesn't hate it?
Explaining to your friend visiting for the first time that it’s kind of a tradition for the women in your family to wear cowkinis while pregnant…which is why your Mom and Sister are strutting around confidently in the skimpy garments.
[reply from Datros] "Momconcubine who’s pleased to always be with a reminder of her husband. Not the rings, she means that her son’s cum tastes just like his father’s."
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Loving momson concubine sex
Getting kicked out of the hero party and getting a harem of Demi-human slaves is boring. Getting bullied out of the hero party for being weak and using your cheat skill contract to enslaved the mothers of the remaining members of the hero party and make them join your harem? Inspired.
bad kitty sits at th pole.
Emperor who made sure she can always keep a reminder of his father with her, since it seems rude to just erase his father completely. (The piercings are the rings he wore, but reshaped and reforged, with all the gems placed in them.)
Elven mechs are gorgeous. Graceful like a ballerina. All sleek curves and delicate craftsmanship. Each is a unique work of art. Human pilots, in their blocky, robust machines, report satisfaction in wrecking elven mechs, catharsis, like shattering a crystal vase. Much like the pilots' fate.
Millenarian elven ace pilot, used to dancing through the air, spiraling on a double helix of afterburn, capable of gauging a two-kilometer shot by eye. Now she never leaves all fours, at the end of a leash held by the woman who shot her down, and never seen in public without blinders and a bit gag.