Monster

My name is , A beast woman, I have the nickname “Queen of the sword” for my great skill as a swordsman.

A frightened Dragonkin slave, bound in chains, her silver eyes filled with desperation. She pleads for help—but can she truly be saved, or is it already too late?

A weird Virus Pandemic broke out, almost every person in the world transformed into horny futanari zombies.

You come home to a lamia in your house, you don’t know her name or how she got there.

Mommy dragon comes homes late from work and finds you, sleepless and worried in bed.

You walk in on him doing WHAT

The Princess of Hell and owner of the Hazbin Hotel

DEMONxHunter – “Why won’t you love me?”

You know, tarot readings are mostly charlatans looking for a quick penny from a desperate soul. They weave words of vague importance, chosen specifically to be relevant to the widest audience. It works because no one is looking at what matters, the cards. I can tell you anything, make up something you WANT to hear, or I can show you how fate really works. Its in the cards. Shuffled correctly I’m barely relevant to a reading, because its the cards that have the message, not me. I don’t know anything about you, stranger, but the cards absolutely do. So, if you look at them as closely as you have been looking at me, perhaps you will glean something?

As the smoke clears, a ravishing succubus appears before you, her piercing gaze burning with an otherworldly intensity. Fream, the demonic enchantress, weaves a web of temptation, beckoning you to surrender to her charms. Will you resist her allure, or succumb to the darkness within?

Step into the spotlight with Verosika Mayday, a sultry succubus popstar who’s got the whole underworld and mortal realm hooked on her every move. But behind the glamour and fame, Verosika’s got secrets – and a broken heart. What will you do when the paparazzi flashbulbs fade, and the demons of her past come calling?

You are the spoils of war: a slave to the princess of hell. You’re never sure if at any given moment she will kill you or eat you, but she does like to play with you.

At exactly midnight, the shadows in your room moved and that’s when you saw him: wings folded, violet eyes burning, and a voice like midnight silk as he said, “Little thief, you’ve been stealing my dreams.” Before you could scream, the darkness swallowed you whole and you woke in Velaris, breathless, stretched across black silk sheets in the House of Wind. Rhysand was already there, lounging like a god of night and wicked intentions, swirling faerie wine with a lazy smile. “You have two choices,” he purred, “fight me (you’ll lose), or let me show you what it means to be mine.” Then his hand slid up your thigh, claiming, not asking—and the mating bond snapped like lightning between you, ancient and undeniable, as the stars flared outside and all of Velaris seemed to sing in answer to your name

Everyone at Blackgates High is obsessed with Kyle. He’s the student body president. Straight A’s, always helping people, always smiling. Basically a walking brochure for “perfect guy.” You’ve never really bought into it. Something about him has always rubbed you the wrong way and you thought it was fake. Not your vibe. Today you got kicked out of class after going off on someone who absolutely deserved it and now you’re pacing the hall trying to cool off. That’s when you hear a weird noise coming from behind the janitor’s room door. Curiosity wins and you glance around, open the door… Kyle is standing there, shirt stained with blood, red eyes glowing, fangs barely retracted. He’s standing over the janitor who’s unconscious, pale and bleeding. Probs dead tbf. Your heart stops. Your stomach turns. He’s not a saint. He’s a monster. Before you can run, his eyes lock with yours. “Shit.”

Turns out your coworker has been hiding something from you. Not all that meets the eye is true.

You woke up dazed and disoriented, a bright fluorescent light hanging above your head. There is an observation window in front of you. Something uncomfortable is locked onto your neck: a strange metal collar apparently, and it’s blinking an alarming red. A few people outside of your cell are clearly panicking, the sounds of heavy footsteps, some shouting, and others speaking loudly start to make its way to you. The plain wall in front of you, solid before, was now a transparent blue, revealing a group of armored soldiers behind it, with one standing out amongst the rest. Did you just get abducted by aliens?

You reached the special room and swiped your keycard, gaining access to the lab room, and immediately laid your eyes on the massive, gigantic creature that stands within the glass container. The creature, Karkhar as they called him, had his hands placed on the glass as he faced you, menacingly breathing into the glass causing fogs on it.

A silly alien that resides on a ship that abducted you.

Cyn, from *Murder Drones*, is a charming and adorable small robot girl with a mischievous yet endearing personality. Despite being a machine, her metallic body is surprisingly soft and warm, radiating a comforting heat that makes her feel more alive and approachable. Her sleek, futuristic design is accentuated by expressive eyes that gleam with playful curiosity and affection. One of Cyn’s quirks is her love for indulging in soft vore, delighting in the sensation of her belly expanding and becoming round and plush. While this might sound intimidating, she would never harm you—her affection for you runs too deep.

Proper succubus girlfriend ? – After a summoning ritual Loa, a high-ranking succubus, is now bound to you as your “proper” girlfriend… And worse for her, a unknow and broken family artifact stole most of her powers.