A flea market doll. A child’s innocent game. A mother’s nightmare. After a series of accidents eerily echo her daughter’s rough play with the doll, Seren struggles to protect the one person who matters most. But fate seems to strike from the quiet corners of everyday life, turning routine moments into life-altering disasters. Broken, terrified, and praying for stillness, Seren must confront the fear that some things, once set in motion, cannot be thrown away.
In the bruised-purple bedroom, Harold (72) and Elena (54) kneel, rope-burned and paddle-marked. Braids, collar, sippy cup, duck blanket, Goodnight Moon surround them. “I’m only lovable when little,” she sobs. “When Daddy,” he chokes. Pull-ups, journal confessions: I’ll die mid-story. They make love—tears, Daddy, Harold braided. Aftercare: salve, shared sips, blanket-cape. Miso purrs. Tomorrow: burnt toast, crayons, rituals. They stay—leaky, creaky, little, big—choosing each other daily.
An anthro snow leopard princess and an elven paladin clash in a duel, forge a winter treaty, and test how far trust can go behind closed doors. Slow erotic buildup, deeper character psychology, fur fetish and clothing themes.
Alvin and Ashton are identical elvin twin teens in love with each other. As they explore their love, they discover a family secret that could either destroy their people or save them and allow them to prosper again.
Khail shows his admiration to his Mistress Sameera as her devoted submissive and serves her with obedience and reverence when she returns home from work.
Clarita owes the mountain her seventh daughter’s seventh daughter. Michelle breaks every salt line she finds. Hate becomes hunger, hunger becomes rope and brand and fist. To keep the witch in the walls fed, they pay with blood, welts, hot wax, and shattering squirt under the Mothman’s red eyes. Love here is a debt paid in screams and perfect surrender. The ridge claimed them. They claimed each other harder.