Semua Bab Steamy Diaries : Bab 71 - Bab 79

The medieval kingdom of Valoria was a land of opulence and debauchery, where the wealthy and powerful indulged in their darkest desires without restraint. Lord Roman, a 20-year-old heir to the throne, was no exception. Spoiled and manipulative, he had always been under the control of his mother, Queen Reigna.Reigna was a woman of unparalleled beauty and cunning. At 35, she still possessed a figure that could make men weak with desire. She had ruled the kingdom as a regent since her husband's death five years ago, and she was determined to keep her grip on power at any cost.Roman's father, King Aldric, had been a weak and ineffectual ruler. He spent his days carousing with whores and his nights drunk in the royal bedchambers. Reigna had grown tired of his neglect and had slowly begun to turn to other men to satisfy her needs. She seduced the royal guards, the commander of the army, and even her own virgin maids. But her ultimate conquest was her son, Roman.Roman had always been a re

I, Isa, a 23-year-old customs officer, found myself in a predicament. The year was 2016, and I was stationed at the remote border town of Entikong. My days were filled with the monotony of inspecting cargo and the occasional traveler, but nothing could have prepared me for what was about to happen.It started with a bout of diarrhea that left me weakened and desperate for relief. I knew I had to seek medical attention, but the thought of going to the local clinic filled me with dread. I was an introvert, always preferring the solitude of my work to the company of others. But as the pain intensified, I had no choice but to swallow my pride and seek help.The clinic was a small, modest building on the outskirts of town. As I walked in, I was greeted by a young woman behind the reception desk. She was beautiful, with striking features and a red hijab that complemented her red shirt and black skirt. She smiled at me, her eyes filled with compassion and professionalism."Good morning, sir.

I never thought my life would take such a dark turn, all because of my ex-girlfriend's twisted fetish. Kayla and I had been together for two years, and I always suspected that I wasn't satisfying her in bed. She was insatiable, always wanting more, pushing me to try new things. But I never imagined she would go this far.It all started a few weeks after our breakup. I received a text message on my phone from an unknown number. The message read: "Hey J, it's Kayla. I miss you, but I need more. I've found something that really turns me on. I want you to be a part of it."Curious and concerned, I called her immediately. She answered, her voice breathy and excited. "J, I'm so glad you called. I've been exploring my sexuality, and I've discovered this amazing fetish. It's called impregnation, and it's everything I've ever wanted."I was shocked. "What do you mean? You want to get pregnant?""Oh, J, you have no idea. I want to be filled with cum, over and over again. I want to be used and d

Red stalked through the dense forest, his keen eyes scanning the underbrush for any sign of his prey. As a former soldier and now a skilled hunter, he knew these woods like the back of his calloused hand. The crisp autumn air filled his lungs as he moved silently, his weathered boots barely making a sound on the damp earth.Suddenly, a flash of color caught his eye. There, just ahead, was a young woman, her long dark hair billowing behind her as she ran. She was clearly lost and frightened, her delicate hands clutching a small bundle to her chest. Red's heart quickened at the sight of her, his body responding to the primal urge to chase and claim.He broke into a run, his powerful legs eating up the distance between them. The girl heard his approach and glanced back, her eyes wide with terror. She stumbled, her delicate feet tangling in the underbrush, and fell to the ground with a cry. Red was upon her in an instant, his large frame looming over her as she struggled to crawl away."P

Shirosaki Yuusei sat alone in his modern apartment, the silence broken only by the gentle hum of the air conditioner. His lover, Momose, had been gone for a week now, sent on a high-stakes assignment that would keep him away for two more. The emptiness of the place was palpable, a physical ache that Shirosaki could feel in his chest.He sighed, running a hand through his neatly combed hair. As meticulous and unshakeable as he was in his role as advertising manager at one of Tokyo's top firms, at home, Shirosaki allowed himself to feel the weight of his loneliness. His tender heart, usually hidden behind a calm exterior, was stretched thin.A sudden buzz from his phone startled him out of his thoughts. It was a message from Akira, an old friend who had been pestering him to go out for drinks. Shirosaki hesitated, his thumb hovering over the screen. The idea of being out in the world, surrounded by noise and light and people, was daunting. But the alternative – another night alone with