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Sukuna Vs Mahoraga Music

Guerilla Girls vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] The guards have been sent to recapture the Emperor’s runaway brides and now they're facing rebel group, the Guerrilla Girls, scantily clad beauties trained in honeypot techniques. Can they resist them? Do they want to? Post-WW3 there’s just the Island, and it’s ruled by the Emperor. It’s back to the good old days of polygamy; women are covered and chaperoned. The Emperor has raised Delphi and his other 4th-gen girls in the palace so they can join his harem when they turn eighteen, training and surgically enhancing them to suit his tastes. But the girls are the vanguard of rebel group, the Guerilla Girls, and they have no intention of hanging around to fulfil his dirty fantasies. The Guerilla Girls escape and sail off the Island back to the Mainland, which is ruled by the mutant tubiàn beasts, created as weapons during the War and now run rampant. Hot on their tails are the Emperor’s Honour Guard, eight young men who are the crème-de-la-crème of the military. Can the GG’s survive on their own on the Mainland and build a rebel army? Will the Honour Guard capture them and take them back to the palace? Can the guards resist the charms of the warrior girls, and can the girls resist them? Extract: "Indy screamed when she saw the huge blonde giant of a man tearing towards her. She turned to run and saw the crocodile which was leaping towards her. She reached for her dagger, still strapped to her naked thigh. Before she could pull it free, Niko grabbed her around the waist and spun her out of harm’s way. As he slid past with her, he thrust his broadsword through the soft underside of the mouth of the croc. It went right through the creature’s head and out the other side. Killing it instantly. He yanked his sword free, still holding Indy around the waist. She tried to run backwards in the soft sand, and he fell right on top of her, his face inches from her’s. He grabbed her dagger and tossed it away, using the weight of his body to trap her. She was breathing rapidly in panic, but the big man read it as something else. He stared intensely into her eyes, feeling her little panting breaths on his lips. He glanced down at her huge breasts, squashed up against his chest. Calm down Indy, she told herself. You know what to do. Use your training. Come on girl. You can do this! He moved his face an inch closer to hers so that their lips were almost touching, testing her reaction. He didn’t want to force her. But he might have to…"
ShuiShu · 5.2K Views

[BL] The Musical Prince and his Mortal God

A Prince who yearns to be great and a God who desires to become nothing. *** Tragedy befalls the island of Salyras every fifteen years. When Prince Nevian’s compelling music does nothing to prevent his island and people from sinking, he wonders what his passionate ability is useful for. He drifts for two days across a wild sea and washes upon an island of monsters. Despite being delirious from hunger and grief, he manages to produce one last song to save a man from the snares of a menacing creature. Nevian is surprised when he lives and is greeted by the man he saved. An honest-spoken individual named Aestos, who has otherworldly abilities that grant him the title and prestige of a God. Prestige he never asked for. Fascinated by Nevian’s music, Aestos requests that the Prince accompany him to retrieve a fabled sword that would strip him of his supernatural strengths and grant him the ability to live as a simple man. Aestos relies on Nevian’s enchanting songs, unable to prevent himself from also becoming bewitched. And despite being unsure of the long journey ahead, Nevian puts his faith in the man and agrees to help, believing if his music is truly destined for anything remarkable, now is the time to test it. ------------ [ Excerpt: ] I leaned and kissed Aestos’ face. He swiveled his head—rapidly—and our noses brushed. I laughed tiredly. “What is with that reaction, friend?” His face tightened. But he was not upset. He wore the countenance of a delighted man who feigned confusion because it was comfortable not to recognize what some actions meant. “You are always touching me. Every hour, a hand of yours reaches for me. Why?” he asked. I felt bashful, although confessions came naturally to me. “You must understand by now.” “I am trying to,” he answered sincerely, and he spread his fingers over his chest. “Because here, I feel something I am not used to. Whenever you touch me.” I smiled softly. “You feel your heart.” “I feel more than that.” “Does it frighten you?” He pondered over it while holding my gaze. “I don’t want it to.” I stole his other hand and held it against my chest to let him feel the music of my heart. “Do you feel the rhythm?” His eyes fell to where he held me. “I do not need to feel it,” he murmured. “I hear every time it changes.” I adored him with an enthusiastic smile. “Your ears are extraordinary, and you notice when affection drums in my chest. For you, Aestos. Because you are becoming someone special to me.” ------------ A story about love, destiny, (some) mythological creatures, music, magic, family, and tragedy. Takes on minor themes of historical Greek mythology & culture. [ This story centers affectionate friendships between men. BL tag for bromance. ]
_Haven · 19.9K Views
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