AeylinFaith
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- When I'm not writing erotica I like to
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Play games or tickle my pickle
- When I'm not reading erotica I like to read
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Fantasy, Fiction, Philosophy and Facts.
- My favorite word for "penis" is
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"Cock" because they remind me of chickens.
- My favorite word for "vagina" is
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Coochie
- I write erotica because
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It's arousing
- In conclusion, I am
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a thinker.
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Punishment by AeylinFaith
Chapter 5 in The M.A.R.E. Project
Madeline’s knees buckled as the red-suited enforcers dragged her forward, her thighs leaving glistening streaks on the polished floor. The mist still coiled around her ankles, its sickly-sweet scent making her head spin as her cunt pulsed around nothing, her fingers now wrenched...
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The elevator by AeylinFaith
Chapter 4 in The M.A.R.E. Project
"Aaand this is VIC, she's in charge of our latest project involving climax isn't that right?" Madeline’s breath caught in her throat as the VIPs’ eyes locked onto her trembling form, their gazes lingering on the way her latex suit clung obscenely to her slick thighs. The escort’...
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Emergency meeting by AeylinFaith
Chapter 3 in The M.A.R.E. Project
The warmth spread like ripples on a pond through Madeline’s veins, her breath hitching as her latex suit suddenly felt three sizes too small. Her nipples peaked against the tight material, and a slow, dizzying pulse began between her thighs. Each throb more insistent than the las...
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Operator {Female} Madeline heat by AeylinFaith
Chapter 2 in The M.A.R.E. Project
The lab door hissed open as Madeline entered. Here she was known as Operator Vic, which stood for 'Very Intense Climax'. During her application, she had proven to be rather expressive when it came to her climax but she also managed to make those around her experience one as they'...
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Esquire's touch by AeylinFaith
Chapter 5 in The M.A.R.E. Project
Operator Esquire’s gloved fingers trail down Dilara’s bare arm, the latex catching slightly on her clammy skin. She flinches at the contact, her pulse racing beneath her wrist restraints. A soft beep sounds from the ceiling as a holographic projection flickers to life above her—a...
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Registration by AeylinFaith
Chapter 4 in The M.A.R.E. Project
Dilara’s fingers hover over her tablet. The QR code redirects her to a sleek, minimalist website with a black background, neon-blue text scrolling like liquid electricity. A pop-up appears: "Welcome, New User. Your genetic potential awaits." Her breath hitches as she taps the B...
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A buesnesscard by AeylinFaith
Chapter 3 in The M.A.R.E. Project
Lanore is full of beauty and grace, sitting there like she's riding a limo to the catwalk. Dilara almost trips head over heals but recovers just enough to hold up the drink, only to notice Lanore is doing the same, their fingers touching as a drip of liquid spills over them. "I-...
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{Female} Dilara's dream body by AeylinFaith
Chapter 2 in The M.A.R.E. Project
Dilara is a waitress in a diner along a relatively calm road. She is a shy, introverted girl who doesn't get much attention. She has a pretty face with nerdy glasses, but that's about it. She likes to read manga's and watch anime and has often felt jealous of those beautifull fig...
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At M.A.R.E. by AeylinFaith
Chapter 5 in The M.A.R.E. Project
Her body went limp, the world tilting as strong arms caught her mid-collapse. The last thing she registered was the cool press of Silverfang’s muzzle against her temple, his breath warm as he murmured, "Shh… just a little nap, darling." Then.. nothing. Until… A flicker. Her e...
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The contract by AeylinFaith
Chapter 4 in The M.A.R.E. Project
“Your role,” he began, smoothing the tablecloth with one clawed hand, “would be hands-on. Not paperwork. Not fetching coffee.” His voice dropped, intimate, as if sharing a secret. “You’d oversee subjects directly. Guide their transformations. A sculptor… but the clay is flesh.”...
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