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Velma Vs Daphne

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 · 3K Views

Stolen by the Rebel King

As a princess who could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne was kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realized that she was in over her head. She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent. King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North. Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring. No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne. However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be. In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough. ― [Excerpt] “Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.” “Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?” “Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.” “Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers. There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once. Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles. “I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out. “Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.” ― Discord Server: https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU Spin-off/Prequel: The Hidden King's Stolen Wife (WIP)
saltedpepper · 2.2M Views

Roubada pelo Rei Rebelde

Como uma princesa que não conseguia usar magia, o único valor da Princesa Daphne para o seu reino era seu casamento arranjado. A tarefa era simples, mas quando Daphne é sequestrada e levada para as frias montanhas de Vramid, ela percebe que a situação é mais complicada do que pensava. Ela já tinha ouvido falar dessas montanhas amaldiçoadas antes - terreno rochoso, temperaturas congelantes, e a terra era governada por um homem temido por muitos no continente. Rei Atticus Heinvres, o sanguinário governante do Norte. Embora nunca tivesse o conhecido antes, histórias sobre a crueldade do Rei Atticus circulavam. Alguns diziam que ele era um monstro, outros afirmavam que ele era o diabo em pessoa, mas seja qual fosse a história, todos conheciam o homem que possuía poderes além da imaginação de qualquer um. Com um simples aceno de sua mão, auxiliado pelo que os outros rumoravam ser um anel de obsidiana amaldiçoado, ele podia derrubar exércitos e desmoronar nações. Ninguém fora de Vramid jamais havia conhecido o temido rei. Até Daphne. Porém, ao encontrar o formidável homem, Daphne descobriu que o rei pode não ser exatamente o monstro que outros disseram que ele era. Na verdade, o que estava escondido sob aquele escudo de obsidiana poderia ser apenas um diamante bruto. ― [Trecho] “Agora... onde devo colocar vocês dois?” ele perguntou casualmente, sem esperar uma resposta. “É lamentável que eu só tenha um lustre.” “Embaixo da minha cama? Não, não, muito sujo. Meus coelhinhos de poeira não merecem isso”, murmurou Atticus para si mesmo. “A prateleira da lareira? Que tal a mesa de maquiagem? Suponho que se eu cortar uma das suas cabeças eu poderia colocá-la em cima... Esposa, qual cabeça você quer encarar enquanto arruma o cabelo?” “Atticus!” Daphne gritou. “Eu não quero nenhuma cabeça! Deixe-os ir.” “Tudo bem.” Atticus deu de ombros e estalou os dedos. Houve dois estalos idênticos quando ambos os pescoços se quebraram de uma vez. Daphne ofegou, horrorizada. Este homem, seu marido, acabou de matar dois homens com um estalar de dedos, como se estivesse apagando velas. “Eu disse para você deixá-los ir!” Daphne gritou. “Sim, eu os deixei ir”, disse Atticus. Depois, seus olhos escureceram. “Para receber o julgamento divino dos céus.” ― Servidor de Discord: https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU
saltedpepper · 186.6K Views
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