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Her Darkest Desires

Her eyes widened when his d*ck sprang free from constraint. He glanced down and winced, understanding her surprise. He was harder than he’d ever been in his life. His d*ck strained upward, so long and thick... **************** “What on earth were you doing there tonight Sandra? Do you have any clue what Craig could have done to you? Look, he would have had you bent over while he did unpleasant things to your body. It would have been all about his own pleasure and satisfaction. What were you thinking?” “I know exactly what I was doing, you will never understand".... His eyes widened in shock..... ********* Sandra had loved her late husband with all her heart, and after 5 years of mourning and resignation, she has decided to move on with her life. She has a deep desire and an ache in her which she felt her late husband couldn't give her, no matter how much he loved her and could give her everything as a multi billionaire. Now that he's gone, she begins her search for the one thing her beloved late husband couldn't give her. What she doesn't know is that someone she had considered as a good friend of her husband for many years has a strong feeling for her, and had been waiting patiently for an opportunity to prove it to her. Little did he know that she has a deep desire, a huge void in her, which her late husband was not able to satisfy or fill. Having been in love with her for a long time now, he was determined to go the extra length, to ensure that he will be the only man to fill that void and grant those desires in her. But what if there's a competitor or multiple competitors?
Superboy18 · 121k Views

Frontier Lord: Kingdom Building of Army of Gods and Job Class Order!

The world was already doomed. Thousands of years ago, the Last Gods War ended in the complete collapse of the forces of order. The World God withdrew from reality, abandoning creation to rot under the rise of Demon Gods and their endless legions. Since then, kingdoms have fallen one after another, and humanity survives only within shrinking borders of light in an age of inevitable extinction. In this dying world, Ren awakens as a disgraced noble and was cast into the cursed Dark Lands after manifesting the feared Ghost Summoner Class, an ability said to drive its users into madness as they are consumed by the spirits they command. Left to die in a land where even sunlight decays, he instead uncovers a forbidden ruin beneath his family’s forgotten domain. Within it lie the shattered souls of ancient Class Masters: the peak existences of Warriors, Mages, Assassins, Guardians, Shapeshifters, Dark Mages, and other lost paths of power. Once legends of a forgotten era, they now remain as tormented remnants, endlessly devouring each other in eternal conflict. Ren does not survive them. He devours them first. By binding their broken souls into his own, he forges a growing army within his Soul Realm, turning agony into strength and extinction into power. Yet every soul he absorbs screams within him. Every fragment of power demands divinity to stabilize. And every step forward tears further at his mind, as his humanity begins to fracture under the weight of what he has become. As his Soul Realm expands beyond its limits, even Gods hiding within the world begin to take refuge inside him, fallen deities fleeing from the gaze of the Demon Gods. But Gods are not meant to be contained. Factions form within his realm, instability spreads, and Ren was forced to split his very existence to maintain control, sacrificing part of his soul to prevent total collapse. To enforce order, he establishes a brutal law: those who defy him will be cast out of his Soul Realm and left to face the Demon Gods alone. Years pass as he rises through blood and ruin, building both a Job-Class Order that dominates the Demon Lords on the battlefield and a hidden pantheon of fallen Gods within his fractured soul. But his growing presence does not go unnoticed. When the World Barrier finally shatters, the Demon Gods descend. As reality collapses, Ren was forced to release his Gods into the world under human forms, concealing their divinity while preparing for a war that transcends mortal understanding. Yet doing so awakens something far worse.....the Demon Gods can now sense him, though they cannot yet locate his exact position. To survive, Ren pushes deeper into divinity consumption, hunting Demon Lords and harvesting divine energy to sustain the beings within him. But with each act of consumption, his sanity erodes further, his identity blurring between man, vessel, and something no longer entirely human. From exile to warlord, from soul collector to bearer of fallen Gods, Ren stands at the center of a world tearing itself apart. And when the Demon Gods finally find him, the last war will not decide the fate of humanity.....but whether anything human was left inside him remained. Look forward to tropes like: Kingdom building Class progression Class Training abilities Grimdark world Hidden world mystery Grandmaster Mentors Army of Gods Order of Job Class
pantserplotter · 2.8k Views

Transmigrated: Married to a Cold Mage, So I Built My Own Kingdom

"Honesty and politics don’t belong in the same sentence," they say. Celine Yue, a kind-hearted social worker, stepped into politics to help more people. But what she didn’t know… was that her own party would be the one to end her life. After her death, she wakes up in another world as Cyrina Vaeloria, the Elf Princess—right on the day of her arranged marriage to Lucian Aetherion, the cold, mysterious Human Prince and strongest mage alive. A political union to keep two powerful races from tearing each other apart. But this so-called alliance is just a mask. She despises the way other races are trampled beneath noble boots. Cyrina refuses to be a pretty puppet. She dreams of building a new kingdom—where races aren’t divided by power, bloodlines, or magic. To do that, she’ll need power of her own. And lucky her... she just married the most dangerous man in existence. With sharp wit and stubborn grace, Cyrina slowly bends her cold husband to her will— She toys with the ruthless Archmage, tames the untamable… and drags him into a revolution wrapped in royal silk. After all, if you marry the strongest mage alive… you might as well make him yours. ***** excerpt~ Lucian’s voice is like a blade, low and sharp. “Do you even understand what you said in the royal assembly?” Cyrina lifts her chin, unbothered. “I understand perfectly. I said I’ll build a new kingdom—where every race can live together.” His eyes darken. “You don’t know what you’ve sparked. That speech—” he steps closer, “—could ignite a war. You’re underground now, Cyrina. Buried beneath politics you don’t even see coming.” She spins on her heel and waves dismissively. “Ugh. Kaelen Blackthorn, your master is giving me a migraine. Get me out of this castle before I set it on fire.” Kaelen gives a slow, exaggerated bow. “As you wish, my lady.” He takes her hand like the perfect gentleman and leads her toward the door— But Lucian’s voice booms behind them. “Kaelen. Don’t forget who your master is.” Kaelen pauses. Glances back. “I remember, my lord. But as per your standing order… I obey only my lady’s command.” A smirk tugs at his mouth. “Even if it means going against you.” **** Per Golden Ticket = 2 extra chapters
Dreamy_Cloud143 · 76.7k Views

A DUKE'S CRIMSON SCANDAL

Lucien's control was fraying. He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest. "Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained. Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!" Lucien moved before he could think. In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands. "Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate. Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—" Lucien's mouth crashed down on his. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar. Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan. Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet." But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked: "Make me." **** Some truths are worth killing for. ​Elian Morel was a ghost—until his father's execution dragged him into the light. Now a servant to Duke Lucien Valemont, the realm's most ruthless noble, Elian has one goal: Revenge. ​The Duke is cold, untouchable, and betrothed to a princess. Elian should hate him. He does. But when their bare hands finally meet, the air shatters. ​Lucien is hiding a monstrous secret. And so is Elian. ​As a royal wedding looms and treason whispers through the court, a forbidden desire ignites between master and servant. The Duke needs Elian's soul; Elian wants the Duke's blood. ​But in a kingdom built on lies, the truth is only a touch away. And when Elian's eyes turn crimson, no one—not even the King—is safe.
Rosegold_n · 783 Views