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Beast World: Little Black Sheep Among Apex Predators [BL, GL]

"A quickie break?" One of the owners suggested during our walk in the forest. I immediately jumped to my feet and quickly removed my dress after I learned what a quickie meant. "...Which bastard taught her to undress so fast?" Madam questioned, watching me fold my clothes neatly on a nearby rock, "Now she makes sex look like a chore, a boring chore." All the nine owners shared a look before grinning at her. "Choreplay? That's new. Let's try that." I was pushed against the rock by one of the owners and got my back stroked by his scorpion tail. Another owner's snake tail joined him and he began to rub it in between my legs. The owners called it 'preparing a lamb for cooking' and I was 'the only ingredient they needed'. "C...cooking?" I asked. "Yeah, you are going to get cooked by the heat of our cocks." The head male grinned, and the others chuckled. I trembled at his words, remembering how some beastmen liked to play with their food before eating it. "Will Ma-madam...eat me too?" "...Eat you?" Madam coughed and clicked her tongue at the owners. "I'm going to eat them first for making you say shit like that, that's for sure. And no, I'm not eating you. I'm just going to fuck the daylight out of you, that's all." "Thank you, Madam," I sighed in relief, and the owners laughed at me. I didn't understand what was so funny. I just didn't want to be eaten by these apex predators who could swallow me whole and still have room for more. The last thing I wanted was to end up in their stomachs. ─────────────────────── Tags: harem, primitive world, beast world, polygamy, bisexual/pansexual harem (bxb, gxg, bxg), femdom, fluff, wholesome, comedy
ChubbyLiv · 142.7k Views

The Broken Halo

‘How cliché. I’ve read countless novels where the Hero is betrayed by their companions… but was I wrong to trust those who fought beside me for nearly six decades?’ ----- Betrayal. A word many live in fear of. A word some never expect… until it happens. A word that completely shatters one’s view of life. Just like any other heroic tale, Simon was the Hero of Earth, the one who defeated the Demon King and was about to end the war between races with his companions. Yet, in the end, he was betrayed by his own companions for reasons he never understood. Instead of finding death, Simon found rebirth. To his horror, he reincarnated as the very race he had devoted his entire life to exterminating… a race he despised, feared, and was disgusted by. Reborn as a demon infant within one of the most impoverished demon tribes, Simon found himself at the very bottom of a world he once sought to destroy. Fortunately, he was not entirely abandoned. His unique Seven Star Blessing, bestowed by his patron God, followed him through reincarnation. Armed with this Blessing and the Demonic Magic of his new race, Simon now harbors an ambition greater than ever before… to rise higher than he ever did as the Hero of Earth. To become a God. But the path forward is far from simple. Betrayals from those he would never expect. Endless trials and tribulations. And the lingering question of identity… Should he cling to his past as a human hero, or embrace his nature as a demon to survive? Can Simon abandon his hatred and live among demons? Will he erase his past entirely and fully embrace his demonic nature? Will his thirst for revenge drag him deeper into darkness… Or will he rise above it? In the end… Will he be devoured… or will he devour all?
Anon22 · 2.3m Views

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. ---- Read until ch30 for free. 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 unmated 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. Also it is slow burn;) Every world hides secrets. Come Behind the Veil to share theories, fan art, and your favorite moments with fellow readers: https://discord.gg/Hgu3462cQg
Lautenspielerin · 333.2k Views

Fated To The Cursed Prince

She was bound to save him... or doom them both *** Serenya was meant to be a peace offering—married off to the cursed prince of a kingdom she barely knew. But the moment their blood touched, something ancient awakened. Kaelen is no ordinary man. Every midnight, the monster inside him rises—wild, ravenous, and bloodthirsty. Only pain, desire… and Serenya’s blood can tame him. Now, she’s more than his bride. She’s his anchor. His craving. His undoing. ** Strip and feed me." Serenya stood frozen. His words echoed in her mind. 'Strip… and feed me' For a moment, she thought she had misheard him. Her chest tightened. A wave of humiliation crashed into her so suddenly, it almost made her dizzy. 'I, Serenya… crowned Princess of Ariathen… reduced to this??' Her fingers curled slowly at her sides. 'After everything… after losing my soldiers… after being dragged into this cursed kingdom. I should strip and feed you??!!' "With all due respect your majesty. I am your wife, not your servant!" She paused "You cannot expect me to—" "Expect?" He cut her off. The word rolled off his tongue slowly, almost amused. Kaelen leaned got off from his chair, his gaze never leaving hers. Then stood when he was just a centimeter away from him "Let me make something clear to you, Princess." His voice was calm. Too calm. "But you will learn very quickly—" He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow against the arm of the chair, his eyes darkening. "In Veyr… you don't get to decide what you will or won't do." The air in the room seemed to tighten. His gaze flicked over her once more—slow, deliberate. "As for 'wife'…" he continued, almost lazily. "That title means nothing to me." A pause. Then— "You are here because you are useful." The words landed like a blade. "And right now…" his voice dropped lower, "you will do exactly as I say." ** Their love was never supposed to happen. Their fates were never meant to intertwine. But now that they’re bound in blood… There’s no turning back. DISCLAIMER!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT AND VIVID IMAGERY Join my WhatsApp community to get updates and behind the scenes on all my works; https://chat.whatsapp.com/KvwNyVydlzn76L4knQ5RoB
MystiqueWrites_99 · 12.3k Views

Warhammer 40k: The Men of Iron Return to the Galaxy

"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have passed, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity’s fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor
Yurnero_ · 1.7m Views

Primordial of the Abyssal Flame

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough to do anything. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. This is also a HAREM story. If you don't like that kind of thing, you will not upset me by not reading it. I'd prefer you didn't, honestly. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. Some things may change, as this is a work in progress. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.
D_G_Harbinger · 306.2k Views

Star Trek: Nexus

Based on Star Trek, created by Gene Roddenberry. Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Nexus. Its seven-year mission: to explore strange new worlds; to seek out new life and new civilizations; to boldly go where no man has gone before. 30 years following the events of Star Trek Nemesis, the Milky Way Galaxy witnesses a remarkable union known as the Khitomer Alliance. Comprising the United Federation of Planets, Klingon Empire, New Romulan Republic, the Dominion, and various other entities, this alliance seeks to bring together diverse races and nations. The USS Nexus, a symbol of this unity, embarks on a seven-year exploration mission, echoing the principles of the Star Trek legacy. Under the command of Captain Anzyl Praxas, the USS Nexus represents a unique venture, transcending individual banners to unite a diverse crew. Hailing from different factions, the crew members bring with them a rich tapestry of beliefs, views, goals, values, and aspirations. As they navigate the uncharted territories of the galaxy, Captain Praxas faces the formidable challenge of fostering unity amidst dissension, overcoming bigotry, dispelling distrust, and bridging differences across the vast cosmic distances. Will the captain and his diverse crew successfully navigate the complexities of the final frontier, where every light year brings a new set of challenges? The journey of the USS Nexus unfolds as it boldly goes where no one has gone before.
Xairou · 484.9k Views