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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. ---- 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. Read until ch30 for free. Also it is slow burn;)
Lautenspielerin · 100.5k Views

Surviving The Beast World By Reading My Mates' Inner Thoughts

Faelyn died at twenty-seven because a deer went feral and decided she was the enemy. Waking up in a world where drop-dead gorgeous men turn into leopards and panthers should've been a fantasy come true. Except two rival chiefs are fighting over her like she's the last meal on earth, and a system named "Puffball" won't stop laughing at her predicament. One minute she's wrangling zoo animals, the next she's stuck between two beast clans forced to build their villages around the only surviving water source after a brutal drought. Cooperation or extinction: nature's cruelest group project. The problem? She's the fated mate of both chiefs. Roshan, the golden Leopard Chief, is bright-eyed and affectionate, already mentally decorating their future den. One smile and he's planning twelve cubs. Nyx, the brooding Panther Chief, is possessive and dramatic, fully prepared to murder anyone who breathes near her. Including Roshan. ESPECIALLY Roshan. Then Puffball grants her one invasive gift: the ability to hear their unfiltered thoughts. ~Roshan's brain: "She smiled at me! Time to hunt ten rabbits and start building a nursery..."~ ~Nyx's brain: "That spotted idiot touched her hand again. Truce or not, I'm going to..."~ Using zookeeper instincts and the world's most unhinged spoiler system, Faelyn has to survive beastworld politics, food shortages, jealous rivals, and two apex predators who can't share. She's just trying to keep everyone alive, stop a clan war, and not become dinner. But when both alphas start thinking about forever and cubs, Faelyn realizes survival isn't her only problem. It's why Puffball keeps giggling every time she insists she's only choosing one mate. The real question is: Can she survive what they're really thinking about her?
KiX_x_X · 86k 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 · 549.7k Views

Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God

Here is Felen. In this world, myriad intelligent races nurture the tree of life, with humans merely on the ascent. Elves, Dwarves, Gnomes, Demi-Humans, Sea Elves, Merfolk—all inhabit their secluded island cities, while the wilderness teems with settlements of Goblins, Hobgoblins, Orcs, Jackalweres, Gnolls, and diverse Monster Tribes. Each intelligent race meticulously tends to their affairs for survival and the perpetuation of their kind. From the Fairy Wilderness to the Shadow Plane, the Ether Plane, and the Starry Realm—countless planes entwine with the Material Plane, blending seamlessly. In their God Kingdoms, the Gods scheme and vie for worship, manipulating all beings as pawns in their cosmic game. Within the depths of the Hell Abyss, devils and demons whisper, lusting after mortal souls. An ancient evil lies dormant, awaiting the world's descent into another cycle of chaos. The echoes of the Giant Empire still resonate across this ancient land. The colossal shadows of Giant Dragons still darken the skies of this realm. Gaven, the Legendary Warrior reborn, assumes the mantle of Fate Reshaper, threading through the fissures of destiny. With his prophetic foresight, he charts a careful and strategic path, shaping a future of his own making and averting impending tragedy. Gaven embarks on an unorthodox journey of magic farming—Gnolls mine for him, Fairies tend his fields, and Giants lead his charges. For indeed, Magic Farming is the true road to supremacy. ... In this Lord's tale of Magic Farming, the narrative may unfold slowly, so please extend a measure of patience and support. Preparation is extensive, with a swift writing pace, ample drafts in reserve, and an unwavering commitment to integrity.
Eternal Night Knight · 677.1k Views