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Making My Mom My Sex Slave

Reincarnated as a Goblin... and My Mom’s an Elf?!

Kaito was never given a choice. An orphan with no family, no warmth, and no future — the cold hands of an assassination organization shaped his life. Stripped of emotions and molded into a weapon, he lived only to kill, following the twisted orders of the one he called "Mom." She was never his mother — just a manipulative figure who saw him as nothing more than a tool. He became their most feared assassin — sharp, precise, and merciless. Yet in the end, his greatest strength became his curse. Out of fear of his talent, "Mom" betrayed him. Alone and bleeding out, Kaito’s world faded to black. But death wasn’t the end. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a new world — a body too small, too frail — and yet, he remembered everything. Memories of bloodshed and betrayal haunted him. Before he could make sense of it, he saw her — his mother. She wasn’t a commanding voice or a cruel manipulator — she was warm yet fragile, gentle yet strong. An elf mother, trembling as goblin cubs swarmed her, powerless to stop them. Something inside Kaito snapped. He didn’t think. He didn’t hesitate. He slaughtered the creatures without mercy — blood splattering the earth beneath his tiny feet. When it was over, he turned to her — battered, bruised, yet still trying to smile for her child. “Are you my mother?” he asked, his voice almost breaking. In her exhausted, teary gaze, he saw something he'd never known before — unconditional love. For the first time in two lives, Kaito knew what it meant to have someone worth protecting — not out of duty, not because of orders — but because she was his mother. And no one would ever hurt her again. No one.
Flowerhead_Evan · 11.8K Views

Making fire

Life was tiring, I wanted so much to be free of everyone. I wanted to hold on to what little happiness I remembered walking through the woods. The feel of the crisp air when the sun broke into dawn, the way I felt the trees come alive as I wondered through them, how quiet everything was. But now I’m married. To the most unpredictable man I had ever encountered. But there is something about him. The way he moves, eyes sharp and narrowed watching my every step. I always felt as if he were hunting me, and maybe he was. I could never get away from those peering eyes long enough to enjoy a moment to myself. He was always there, around every plan of escape, every thought of silence, every time I even thought of a life away from him. No doubt due to the binding ceremony that was performed. The only request I had about the ceremony was that it needed to be performed by a priestess but my father wanted HIS personal witch to bind Tristan and I. Once my father ordered you to do something ‘not one person disagreed’. I did not mean to think so ill of her but I can not help this feeling that she may have added a little spell to the ceremony. If I could only speak to her, I have not seen her since I left my brute of a fathers home. I could always ask Sheri-Tristan’s second wife. Yes. I’m the third wife of this man I call husband. But Sheri was witch born before being turned by Tristan. She had the most beautiful violet hair and matching eyes. Where as I had bright auburn air with green eyes, the only thing I kept of my mother. Sheri could help me find out if I am under some spell so I can get Tristan out of my head long enough to leave his kingdom. She hated me so, I believe it is due to Tristan not informing both of his wives that a third was going to be arriving. And that was me. If I was going to ask her for help it had to be now, I have my awakening ceremony tonight. It will mark 3 months since our wedding and as accustomed with Tristan and his coven, 90 days was the mark a bride had to wait to be judged by the collective to be accepted. Tristan assures me that I will be accepted and he will turn me tonight in the hues of the blood moon that was to be eclipsed. I did not want to be turned. I was human. If I was turned I’d loose my humanity and become full vampire. The same thing happened to Ava-Tirstan’s fist wife. She could not handle the lust and killed a few members of court. Some human but some halflings like Sheri. I did not want to kill. I shuttered at the thought of taking the life essence of another living being. I did not want to live in this manner. I only pray that Sheri is in a favorable mood this afternoon. Here I stand, outside her door. I had been standing here for about 10 minutes. I needed every help I could to escape my marriage. Yet, knocking on her door was the most exhausting thing I have been doing since I arrived here 3 months ago. “Here goes nothing.” I said out loud as I finally knocked. “Entrer” She was quite demure when she’s not in a mood. I might have a chance of gaining her help after all. One look my way and her mood was already changing. “YOU!” —maybe not………….
Jade_4527 · 13.5K Views

My Nasty Boss is My Slave After Work

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] In the shadows of the day, Milane toils under a mean boss, but the night brings a breathtaking twist. For when the sun sets, he becomes her submissive, obedient to her every whim. ===== -DAYTIME- "Milane, must you stomp around like a herd of elephants? My office is not a circus!" Lucas's booming voice echoed down the hallway.. "Of course, Mr. Leedon," Milane replied, her voice a model of professional composure. -NIGHTTIME- "Oh, Master M, please unleash your power upon me. Trample me under your heels, for I am but dust beneath your feet," pleaded Lu, an obedient servant. "Dust? More like a filthy rag. But if that's your desire," Master M retorted. ===== Caught in a whirlwind of exasperating workdays, Milane's grip on her sanity was slipping, held back from quitting by financial constraints. In a desperate bid to escape the stress, she took on an unconventional alter ego online – a BDSM master who commanded attention and cash. By night, she reveled in this secret persona, calling the shots and satisfying desires. In the hidden corners of the digital world, her path collided with Lu's, a submissive seeking guidance. Their connection ignited, weaving a web of shared secrets and indulgent fantasies. Unbeknownst to Milane, Lu was Lucas, her high-handed boss. The question sizzles in the air: Who will unearth the truth first? ==== New Book: "Mermaid Sugarbabe" This is a tale of a young mermaid who ventures onto land in pursuit of Merland's lost treasure. Yet, destiny takes an unexpected turn when she unintentionally enters into a contract to become the sugar baby of Max Luthers, the mafia king!
Kkomi · 300.2K Views
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