Without any leads to hunt Chaos, Sailor Cosmos reunites with Neo-Queen Serenity at the Moon Palace. Both ladies are very horny, but without King Endymion around to tend to their needs, they create a homunculus of him with a really big dick.
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A dystopian look into a future of neural links, legalized murder, mass shootings, rampages, hand machines, telemarketing, cults, apathy; in this new world, the greatest war is the War Against Boredom.
In the frozen wasteland surrounding Frosthaven, a desperate band of adventurers ventures into the treacherous Spectral Dungeon of Chill to retrieve the cursed Frost King’s Crown, a relic that could either save their town or doom it. As they struggle to survive, secrets unravel, loyalties are tested, and the true cost of the crown’s power becomes horrifyingly clear. The final battle against the Wraith King forces them to make a harrowing choice that will determine the fate of Frosthaven.
Having triumphed in Mortal Kombat over Kronika, Kano has emerged as the preeminent power in all the dimensions. With no one to oppose him, he is more than happy to indulge in every twisted fantasy he's ever had.
Slain by Akuma, Bison has reincarnated inside a new body. However Morrigan takes notice of his spirit in her realm. Even someone like him is too wicked for her and she resolves to put him down permanently.
A story in the Fantasy Ravishment Universe
Under six escalating red moons, a highborn woman is captured, claimed, and transformed by a brutal orc war-band. From ravishment to willing surrender, from iron rings to molten brands carved through her very heart, she becomes their pierced, squirting, eternally orgasming queen. By the final moon she is no longer human; she is the living red moon itself, a pierced and branded goddess of unending climax who births a new crimson sky from her own endless release.
The rain wasn’t the first thing to touch her skin that night. And the storm wasn’t the only thing breaking in. Meera opened the door wearing more heat than clothes. Two strangers stood there—soaked, silent, and staring like they knew things she hadn’t confessed even to herself. One watched. The other wanted. And both stepped in like they belonged. What followed wasn’t loud. It was quiet. Intentional. Drenched in something darker than lust. A strap slipped. A gaze lingered. A breath caught. A