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Castle In The Time

In the Survival World with Castle of Desires

………………………… Cover image did not belong to me All these things would be with 18+ characters only so please don’t imagine strange things and cause me trouble. By the way, I accept suggestions but not negative comments that can spoil my mood, if you don’t like my work please leave instead of wasting my time. ……………………………… This story contains, cuckold, netorare (NTR), netorase, sluts, whores, exhibitionism, outdoor intercourse, voyeurism, seduction, milfs…. Read it at your own risk. Infinite stream, magical creatures, weak to strong… Suddenly a house wife woke up with a grasp and had a climax …. Ahaaaa…. She fell back and slowly came to her senses to realize that she is back at her old crammed house. “I did not die…. That is great.” She looked at the phone on the side and found that she returned just 6 days before the start of “Survival of Races”. “Today is the day I was trapped by my boss. Hehe I will steal everything he has and leave him a big debt in these two days. I will take my revenge on my drunkard husband, step son and my family that made my life miserable. This time I have to enjoy, instead of letting them enjoy me…” Wait the “Magic Milk” ability that I got in my past life followed me. My ring is not a hand ring but a clit ring holding the castle of desires with space. The survival system everyone got has received an extra patch from the will of lust turning it into a Perverted Survival System. Survival of races starts with everyone on earth sent to a huge planet with only a simple raft. I have got a new ability called the “Original Trajectory Memories” “First task: reach the nearby island before your life support raft was broken by the shark. Life support raft (200/200) Reward: entry into the survival world.” “Why are all my quests in the survival worlds appear so perverted. Not that I care if they are perverted.” she immediately asked. “Then why are you taking this slow approach instead of letting me directly show off everything and let him fuck me directly?” The system said. “Host, the amount of lust and desire energy generated when wearing revealing clothes is many times higher than the lust and desire energy generated when showing off the naked body.” The survival worlds can range from apocalypse, natural disaster, manmade disaster, zombie world, ghost world, demon invasion, beast invasion….
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To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
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