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Are Beast Nobles Supposed to Be This Lewd?

In the middle of the castle garden stood a table prepared for an elegant tea, draped in white lace, set with blue-and-white porcelain, tiered trays of pastel pastries, and crystal cups releasing the mingled scents of roses and spiced leaves in the warm afternoon air. And in the midst of this carefully arranged ensemble lay Mirabelle Luchs. Her wild curls were spread across plates and among the tempting desserts. Her dress had been pushed up to her hips, her legs bent and braced against the edge of the table, trembling. Elegant male hands pressed them farther apart while she desperately tried to close them. Between her legs was the head of a man. His pointed fox ears twitched with amusement as his tongue moved over her again and again. Desperately, she grasped his copper-colored hair—whether to stop him or to hold on, she no longer knew. Another shudder ran through her, and a purr mingled with the birds’ song. While he savored his dessert with pleasure, Mirabelle wondered how it had ever come to this. ---- Mirabelle Luchs wakes up in a world that should not exist. A feudal beast kingdom ruled by instinct, hierarchy, and conquest. A world where aristocracy is carved into bloodlines and women like her are used to secure peace after defeat. She inhabits the body of an unmarried duchess from the losing side of a brutal war. Sheltered until now. Politically valuable. Offered by treaty to powerful beast nobles from the victorious realm. Men who do not hide their expectations, their presence, or their hunger. Mirabelle is unprepared for medieval court life, for beast instincts worn openly, for how closely power and desire intertwine in this world. But she refuses to remain a passive prize. With a modern mind and a sharp sense for social dynamics, Mirabelle begins to turn the rules against those who seek to control her. Provocation becomes a choice. Submission a performance. A mature reverse harem fantasy set in a medieval beast world, featuring political marriages, power games, and a female lead who refuses to be ruled quietly.
Lautenspielerin · 5.2k Views

Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts’ Contracts

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable. Her therapist called her alexithymic. Unable to understand or describe her own emotions. The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access. “You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—” “I’m not here about the meeting.” … “Ugh.” Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal. Then Elara woke up. Not in her office. Not in a hospital. In a different world. In a different body. She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies. How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead? … … “Your Highness, please… ugh…” The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain. “Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips. “Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.” On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists. “Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.” Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared. Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.
K1ERA · 502.8k Views

Tales From Towerne

Surrender immediately, human-knight scum! In the realm-shifting spires of Towerne, the stupidly overpowered High Overlord Chaos rules with a silly teacup in one hand and cosmic power in the other. He's deadly, handsome, and absolutely unstoppable... so long as he remembers what he was supposed to be doing. Oh, and he HATES Knights. He's got Terminally Online minion "mogposting" them on the hour. Follow his quirky underlings—scouts, maniacs, weirdos, and trap-setters galore—as they bungle heists, prank eternal rivals like the stoic Lord Knight Captain (she's the one wearing a maid outfit with cat-ears on the cover... she lost a bet,) and navigate absurd holidays like All Hell-Ows! Eve and endure horrid interdimensional road trips. There will be wild pranks, epic relic hunts, incredibly good-looking jerks, and yes, there will be BLOOD! This is a short fiction series with a bit of Discworld wit, Good Omens banter, and some Office-style Chaos. Will The High Overlord expand his domain further into grander and stranger realms? Yes, duh, but it's going to be a wild ride! Perfect for fans of humorous epics—dive in and join the Minionry! What to expect: -Many, many characters in a shared world screwing up each other's day -Brutally powerful knights and overlords managing realms filled with goofy losers -Chapters averaging around 1,000 -1,500 words -Puns, naughty jokes, crazy sword battles and awkward dates Chapters release Monday through Friday.
Kell_Inkston · 8.5k Views

Claimed by The Winter Spirit

On Christmas Eve, Irina Ardentova walks through heavy snow, heart hammering, desperate to reach the man she’s been craving all year. But a tall pale shadow steps out of the swirling snow. Erwin Frost vale, a winter elf, sinfully beautiful, and bound to the ancient, dying Hearth King. Ice-blue eyes, frost-kissed skin, and a voice like velvet over broken glass. He wants to claim Irina’s body and soul. Her warmth is the last spark keeping the demon king inside him alive, and Erwin has decided she belongs to him. When he pulls her into his arms, Irina was scared but also mesmerised. At the moment, church bells stutter out of rhythm, snow falls in slow. Miles away, meteorologist Adrian Volkov is already on edge. He's been tracking impossible atmospheric readings in the frozen city. He was logical, protective, and quietly obsessed with the woman who was supposed to be warming his bed tonight. When Irina didn't come, he became worried for her. Now Irina is caught between them: Adrian—her human boyfriend, the kind of man who is warm and kind . Or surrender to Erwin—whose kiss is hypnotising , who claims her very body and soul. Sex with him gives unearthly pleasure! Time is ticking. The Hearth King inside the "Winter Spirit" is waking up. And he’s getting impatient. The winter Spirit wants to claim his bride in any way possible. In a city where frost bites deeper than knives and love is indistinguishable from obsession, one question remains: Can warmth survive when winter falls in love?
Anuvuti_Roy · 13.5k Views

I Was Marked By The System's Arbiter

Lin Yue has never been afraid of being alone. At twenty-four, he has already lived through more than most people ever will—not in grand, tragic ways, but in quiet, suffocating ones. Growing up as an orphan passed between cold institutions and indifferent guardians, he learned early that attachment leads to pain. By adulthood, he lives a detached, monotonous life, working night shifts and avoiding unnecessary human connections. To him, living is simply continuing. Everything changes on a rain-soaked night when he returns to his apartment. The hallway feels wrong—too long, too silent. Then, a voice calls his name from behind. Calmly, without hesitation, Lin Yue ignores it and keeps walking. That single decision triggers something unseen. When he reaches his door, the number has changed to “404.” The moment he steps inside, reality fractures. Lin Yue is pulled into a game called the Flow, a system of endless horror instances where players must survive deadly scenarios governed by obscure and shifting rules. Failure means erasure. Survival means being dragged into the next nightmare. Unlike other players, Lin Yue adapts quickly, relying on observation, emotional detachment, and his ability to remain calm under pressure. But something is wrong. Despite breaking rules and defying logic, Lin Yue is never punished by the System. Instead, he is marked—singled out by an unknown force. His actions begin to distort the behavior of instances, as if the world itself cannot fully process him. That is when he notices him. Gu Yanchen, known as the Arbiter, is a being feared by all players—an enforcer of the System who exists to maintain order and eliminate anomalies. Cold, precise, and seemingly inhuman, he should have killed Lin Yue the moment he deviated from the rules. Yet he doesn’t. Instead, Gu Yanchen watches. As their paths intertwine, Lin Yue is forced to confront something more terrifying than death—connection. Gu Yanchen, who should be nothing more than a mechanism of judgment, begins to act with intention, even obsession. Faced with this impossible choice, the Arbiter hesitates—for the first time. That hesitation fractures the system itself. Rules collapse, instances distort, and the Flow begins to unravel. In a world where everything is designed to erase humanity… What happens when two people refuse to let go? “The System wants me dead. But its Arbiter won’t allow it.”
zarawang · 10.9k Views