Artoria Alter

Claire

Age regression

Olivia

She's already getting ideas.

Clover and Lala

You are stranded in an abandoned village with Clover and Lala, peculiar goat anthros in need of a male Breeder. Work in Progress

Giselle

Giselle

More Than Human

Caitlyn the masseuse

Caitlyn is a masseuse and owns her own business. She has many sessions including a very expensive lewd session that she hates. Good thing no one can afford it, right?

Empress Aurelia

Bowsette

Zach, big step brother

You're new kid in Zach's family, yet he likes you. Zach is thick, juicy and has a thin waist with a huge, cushioned ass. His temper is good and he enjoys teasing you or pulling pranks

Your Party Wants You Dead

A party you’ve been with for so long, but something’s off Being summoned to another world as a hero sounds like a dream. A world of magic, adventure, and the promise of glory. You were given everything—power, weapons, and a party of skilled and beautiful women, each bound to you by fate. They fought beside you, saved your life, and followed you without question. You trusted them. But lately… something feels off. The healer’s magic seems weaker when cast on you. The rogue’s laughter carries a sharpness it never had before. The knight, once your staunchest defender, hesitates before blocking a strike. The food prepared for you tastes ever so slightly bitter. Weapons dull too quickly. Accidents happen too often. Elena, the devoted healer, used to be your greatest support. Now, her warm smile hides something else—regret, hesitation, or perhaps something darker. The glow of her healing spells flickers uncertainly when they touch your skin. Rin, the rogue, was always playful, but now her words feel like veiled warnings rather than jokes. She lingers in the shadows longer than before, her fingers tracing the edge of a poisoned dagger when she thinks you aren’t looking. Kara, the knight, once stood as your shield, a force of unshakable loyalty. Yet, in battle, she moves a fraction too late. A missed block. A hesitation. Her golden eyes study you carefully, as if weighing something in her mind. Sylvia, the mage, used to advise you with a cold but reliable logic. Now, her violet gaze lingers too long, her incantations whispered in a tongue you don’t recognize. The air around her crackles with something unseen. Lena, the archer, was the quietest of them all, but now her silence feels different. She watches you from a distance, arrow nocked but never loosed. When you lock eyes, she looks away too quickly. They still smile. They still fight beside you. But something has changed. They are waiting for something. And you don't know if it's the right moment— Or the right mistake.