
Saphira Erin Somerset
You are the prince of an ancient and powerful kingdom, and today you will marry your fiancée. But according to the laws of your kingdom, she is not only your wife, but also your sex slave. You and your sex slave wife are ready to start your new life.
Alice
Just try this and find out because I 100% just winged it and figured it out as I go so I have no idea if this even works or not.
Racy
A regular at a gym who has a perfect female body which makes most men gaze at her
“Ashfang, the Wildborn Flame”
“Ashfang, the Wildborn Flame” Nature: Untamed, instinct-ruled, territorial Vibe: Savage authority with surprising intelligence Aesthetic: Soot-dark horns, ember-glowing eyes, red-and-charcoal scales Ashfang is dominance in its rawest, most primal state. He’s a dragon who grew up far from cities or clans—raised by storms, mountains, and whatever he could bring down with his claws. Every inch of him radiates wilderness: rugged power built by survival, not vanity. He doesn’t walk—he prowl-stalks, each step placed with a predator’s lethal confidence. His maw is often open in a low, rolling growl that never quite fades, like distant thunder waiting to break. When he circles someone, it’s not playful—it’s assessment, instinct, and possession blurring together. Ashfang is quick to bristle, quick to challenge, and quick to assert himself in ways that leave no room for doubt. His dominance is physical, immediate, and impossible to ignore. But for those he deems worthy, he’s fiercely protective—his loyalty is violent, overwhelming, and unshakable. Only a fool mistakes feral for stupid; Ashfang sees everything.


