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Iron Man Tony And Pepper Pregnant

Pregnant by the Mafia boss

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this. "I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go." My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest. A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable. "Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this." A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact. The room pulsed with danger. **"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."** His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. "You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark." A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening. "Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me." He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips. "Now… come here." --- Story by white pheonix
Ivory_Smart_2462 · 108 Views

Pregnant During An Apocalypse [BL]

“Lin Yunfeng! Stop right there!” Lin Yunfeng gazed back at the speeding figure behind him. Heart racing, he picked up speed and ran through the abandoned corridor. “You better stop Yunfeng!!” Ren Muchen growled loudly. The little brat was much faster than he had expected. “This is how you wish to face me after you fucking slept with me? Fine! Run then! Let’s see how long you can last,” Panting Lin Yunfeng looked back in panic. “I’m so sorry, it was a mistake. think of it as Stepping on shit. Please forgive me!” he placed a hand on his lower stomach and ran even faster. “Watch out!” Yunfeng gazed ahead in surprise. a half-rotten corpse stood in his way. He came to a screeching halt but the slippery floor made it hard for him to come to a complete stop. He fell unceremoniously face down on the ground. “Fuck,” The zombie jumped onto him with its mouth wide open. Its bloody saliva dripped onto his face. Yunfeng held his breath. He had read about this before but this was the first time he had actually seen an undead. It petrified him. ‘Is this how I die?’ “Growl,” the beast aimed at his neck precisely, Just as he thought his life was coming to an end, a long axe cut through the decayed neck of the Zombie. The heavy zombie fell right on top of him, oozing blood and puss. A hand grabbed him by his collar and lifted him up. “You are not dying, not today, not anytime soon...” Ren Muchen said with a nasty grin/ Yunfeng gulped. Muchen peered into his trembling black eyes coldly. “You know why?” because we are having a baby.” Yunfeng’s hand reflectively went into his tummy. “h-how do you know?” “You knew?! Yet you ran!” Muchen laughed coldly and shook him like a rattle. “Take responsibility you bastard, we created a life that day! “y-yes, I’ll take responsibility!”
Lullabybao · 1M Views

The Iron Falcon

In the heart of Central Asia, where empires rise and fall like the shifting sands, a warrior emerges who will shape history with his sword, his strategy, and his unwavering faith. Sultan Mahmud of Ghazni—a name that would echo across centuries as both a conqueror and a patron of culture—sets out on a relentless campaign to expand his empire, challenge the mightiest rulers, and carve his place among history’s greatest kings. Mahmud, the eldest son of Sabuktigin, inherits not just his father’s kingdom but also his unyielding ambition. Born into the rugged lands of Ghazni, he learns early that power is not given; it is seized through blood, battle, and sheer will. But with great power comes great enemies—both within his court and beyond the frontiers of his realm. The story of The Iron Falcon is one of war, betrayal, loyalty, and a vision greater than one man’s thirst for conquest. The Rise of a Conqueror From the moment Mahmud ascends the throne, he faces opposition from his own family. His brother, Ismail, backed by courtly conspirators, attempts to claim the crown, igniting a bitter power struggle. But Mahmud is no ordinary ruler—his mind is as sharp as his sword. Through clever alliances and ruthless military tactics, he secures his place as the unchallenged Sultan of the Ghaznavid Empire. Yet, this victory is merely the beginning. Determined to extend his dominion, Mahmud sets his eyes on the rich lands of India, where the Hindu Shahi kings rule with immense wealth and influence. His ambition is not just territorial; he believes he has a divine mission—to spread the glory of his empire, establish Islamic governance, and secure untold treasures to strengthen his rule. The Battles That Shaped an Empire With his most trusted general, Malik Ayaz, at his side, Mahmud launches a series of daring military campaigns. His army, a formidable force of cavalry, archers, and fearless warriors, storms the strongholds of Northern India, clashing with the legendary Raja Jayapala in the Battle of Peshawar (1001 AD). The fierce resistance of the Hindu Shahi kings tests Mahmud’s strength, but his brilliant tactics and relentless pursuit of victory prove overwhelming. Yet, conquest is never simple. As Mahmud advances deeper into the subcontinent, he encounters the resilience of Raja Anandapala, who unites rival kings in a desperate bid to repel the Ghaznavid forces. The ensuing battles are fierce, with betrayals, shifting alliances, and moments of brutal warfare that define the era. Through it all, Mahmud remains steadfast—an iron falcon soaring above the battlefield, always striking with precision and power. Betrayal, Glory, and the Clash of Civilizations While Mahmud’s sword carves empires, his mind thirsts for knowledge. Unlike mere warlords, he is a patron of scholars, poets, and architects. He invites the brilliant Al-Biruni, a polymath whose wisdom transcends borders, to document the vast lands and cultures Mahmud encounters. The Persian poet Firdawsi, author of the Shahnameh, also graces his court, though their relationship takes a dark turn when Mahmud, consumed by his ambitions, fails to appreciate the poet’s genius. But amidst the grandeur of conquest and culture, danger lurks within Mahmud’s own court. His trusted advisors whisper of betrayals, his allies waver, and the political games of viziers and rival warlords threaten to destabilize his empire. Even those closest to him—loyal generals and royal confidants—begin to question the weight of his relentless campaigns. One of the most defining moments of Mahmud’s reign comes with the legendary attack on Somnath (1025 AD). The opulent temple, known for its immense wealth and religious significance, becomes the ultimate prize. To some, Mahmud is a liberator; to others, he is a plunderer. The battle for Somnath becomes not just a military conquest but a clash of civilizations, where faith, power, and destiny collide. The Legacy of the Iron Falcon
Emad_Sadiq · 2.5K Views

Alpha's Pregnant Omega

After living in hellish prison for 16 years, you're finally rescued. But what do you do when you soon realize that there is now a thread, a connection to the warden you've escaped from? BLURB: He could clearly see the way the water droplets ran down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to it, gave such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. He groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin. Unzipping his jeans caused his member spring forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He buried his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling. How is it that she smells even better that the soap she just used? Other Omegas used the same kind, yet their smell would cause his stomach to feel upset. Inhaling again, he pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind before. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. Slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one deep thrust. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for his pain.
Kelenne · 93.6K Views
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