WoodenPaw

[Warning: Mature content, R-18, Sexually explicit content.]

LISTEN UP, YOU THIRSTY DEGENERATES! YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THIS SH*T?

Forget all that watered-down, fairy-tale bullsht you’ve been spoon-fed. 

You still here? Well, guess what—you’re about to step into a world where the only rule is to fck sht up and survive. You got demons crawling out of hell and humans so degenerates, they’d trade their own mother for a shot at power. This ain’t no noble quest, it’s a f*cking bloodbath—and you better be ready to get drenched in it.

Here’s what you’re about to dive into:

• Demons so fine seductive they’ll make you forget what’s right or wrong—who cares when evil looks this damn sexy?
• Humans? Hah! They’re more fcked up than the demons! You think they’re the good guys? Guess again, dipsh*t. They’re here to carve out their own slice of hell, and they don’t care whose throat they gotta slit to do it.
• Battles so savage, you’ll be choking on blood—if you’re lucky. If you ain’t? You’ll be crawling through the mud, beggin’ for someone to finish you off. Spoiler: They won’t.
• Lust? This ain’t romance, you dumb fck. This is raw, filthy, boner-breaking need. Warriors in the heat of battle, ready to fck or kill, sometimes both. And trust me, they don’t care if you watch.

"Holy sh*t, I don’t know who’s worse—the demons or the humans!" — Some pervert who thought he was ready for this trash fire.

THINK THAT’S IT? HELL NO, YOU DIRTY BASTARD!

• Twists so fcking brutal they’ll rip your soul out and use it for target practice.
• Choices so fcked up you’ll wish you never had to make ‘em—but guess what? Nobody cares what you wish for, bitch.
• A world so black, so hopeless, even the demons are lookin’ for an exit—and there ain’t one, motherf*cker.

FINAL WARNING: This ain’t a story for the weak, the clean, or the sane. We got gut-wrenching violence, straight-up vulgar dirty f*cking, and choices that’ll make you puke. If you ain’t down to get your soul violated, turn around and get the f*ck out. This is the point of no return.

#DemonsWantBloodAndAss #WuxiaWithZeroF*cks #MoralityIsForTheDead #ThisIsYourNewHell

Disclaimer: This story will ruin you. Side effects include sleepless nights, uncontrolled boners, and the overwhelming urge to f*ck, fight, and die all at once. Proceed if you got the balls for it—or not.

Cover Art AI Generated.

Lust...Lost...Last Survivor.

This sudden beast inside me wasn't a kind or gentle one as I felt.

It thrived on carnal desires, on the raw thrill of taking advantage of her innocence, on watching them squirm and suffer for some twisted, malicious reason.

And right now, that beast was wide awake, reveling in every sound she made, every tremble of her body.

I didn't stop. I couldn't. The more she tried to hold back, the more I pushed, my tongue working her with a relentless, almost savage intensity.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and I could feel her body squirming against me, her legs shaking as she struggled to stay in her bent position.

She was completely at my mercy. And that was the strangest part—because I knew she was way more powerful than me and right now she is not retaliating at all.

If she wants she can dominate me all she could but she did not.

At this moment, I was deep in my role-playing, lost in the fantasy of control.

Fifty Three -(R18)