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It has been almost forty years since the second size war ended, the world is finally at peace and the three human races, lilliputians, gulliverians, and brobdignags, finally have a real chance of lasting change. Symbol of this change is Lemuel City, a city founded ten years ago thanks to the combined effort of more than fifty governments, of all three races, named after the legendary captain Lemuel Gulliver. It is a city built from the ground up to allow small and big people to live together in safety and harmony, where the future the rest of the world only dreams of is being built, day by day. Of course, not all is perfect in Lemuel City. Old grudges routinely reemerge, incidents happen daily, and discrimination between sizes is still strong, but, for the time being, the dream lives on. At least, if you keep yourself away from the dark underbelly of Lemuel City.

Robert 32 Jahre alt und ein Bild von einem Mann sah als Erstes nur ihre Beine als er in einem Einkaufszentrum mit der Rolltreppe eine Ebene höher fuhr. Es waren die wohlgeformtesten Beine die er je gesehen hatte. Die Frau musste mindestens 175 cm groß sein, wenn nicht sogar noch größer. Das wurde Gewissheit als sie die obere Ebene erreicht hatten. Robert folgte ihr in kurzem Abstand. Sie ragte aus der Menschenmenge heraus. Sie war nur wenige Zentimeter kleiner als er und musste so ungefähres Gardemaß haben. Sie setzte sich in eines der vielen Openair Cafés. Ihre auffallende Erscheinung zog begehrliche Blicke der Männer sofort auf sich. Robert setzte sich einfach zu ihr und sagte einfach „Hola, ich bin Robert und was ich als Erstes von ihnen sah, waren die schönsten Beine des Universums.“ Bei der herbeieilenden Kellnerin bestellte er zwei Tassen Kaffee. Wandte sich wieder den schönsten Beinen zu, die ihn mit halboffenem Mund irritiert an sah. Bevor sie protestieren konnte, legte Robert ihr einen Zeigefinger auf ihre herrlichen Lippen, beugte sich etwas zu ihr herüber und sagte im Flüsterton, „sagen sie jetzt bitte nichts, hören sie mir erst zu und dann können sie mich ja wegjagen. Sie haben wirklich sehr sehr schöne Beine und nicht nur dass auch ihre ganze Erscheinung ließe die griechischen Göttinnen vor Neid erblassen. Ich kann mir vorstellen, das macht einsam“!!!

The age of peace and prosperity has ended, replaced by an endless, vicious war of hate and blood. The Elves, Humans and dwarves fight as the world becomes corrupted to its roots with the blood of agonized mortals. The Demons have since the age of aggression and have torn their way into this plane of existence and the dead have risen, serving enigmatic masters in the Deadlands.

After a nuclear war, it is up to you and a girl that survived to create the next generation

Oh ye of ashen hair and silver armor, oh ye brother to the king by law and by creed, ye war hero and duke of the east, oh ye whose blade sings of dead men and justice how did thy live so grand and die in such glory? How did thee pin your name to the walls of history never to be forgotten in the halls of heros? Tell to us thy tale.

Nuclear war, a sealed, underground Vault, and a man...

In the 29th century war is a matter of life. was outlawed.

After The War Shepherd Married Miranda Lawson, Had Four Kids, Who Had Their Own Kids, but the First Son's First Son Has His Own Problems

After the war some heroes get tired of fighting, This is the story of those who found new challenges and purpose through debauchery.

You are not of Westeros. You are a wanderer from another world — one where magic is hidden in your veins, subtle and powerful, unseen by mortal eyes. You awaken in the chaos of Robert’s Rebellion and carve a place for yourself in a land torn by war. But you do not brandish spells openly. No fireballs, no wands. Your magic is quieter, crueler: wards that twist suspicion away, whispers that corrode faith, touches that awaken forbidden desire. Your goal? To weave yourself into the tapestry of noble houses, sowing bastards and betrayals, corrupting wives, septas, and ladies — until your shadow lingers across every hall of Westeros. This is a choice-driven corruption game. Love, Lust, and Corruption are the currencies of power. Each decision shapes the hearts of those around you. Will you be their protector or their destroyer?

(% = WIP) "My people, the battles are nearly over, the political strife at an end—and peace is upon us! The seven worlds have united in a glorious alliance for greater prosperity and military strength."―Empress Teta In another time, in another Elseworld. There is another member of the Keto family line, named after the late Empress and star system, Teta Keto. The Great Sith War is here. Teta's cousin and sibling, Aleema and Satal, are enemies of the Republic and followers of the Sith teachings. The Sith is no longer an external that can be contained but now with Exar Kun's rise and with the Keto family and their Krath cult, it is now an ideal and a cause that any ordinary person can get behind if exposed, and enticed by the darkness within it and in themselves. Can Teta Keto redeem her family line and reclaim her home system from the Krath forces? Will Keto family line only be remembered as villains in history?

When the Reapers were created, it was for one purpose. Protect organic life from creating AI to destroy itself. That is why they synthesize organic life into reaper war forms such as Husks or Collectors. After the suicide mission to attack the collector base, Jane Shepard had told our favourite terrorist cabal to kindly fuck off and die some where. However a forgotten cell of Cerberus managed a breakthrough in communications with the reapers. Learning that if simply half the population of the galaxy "accepted" synthesis, then there would be no need for destruction. The Illusive Man would take that deal any time, for the good of the galaxy. Themes of mind control, misogyny, , degredation, and humiliation. Kinks aren't politics or deeply held beliefs, yadda yadda, you know the drill. This story is loosely based on the artwork of IBEX_CG (who i am not) and begins in the Mass Effect universe. please check the artist im referencing out at @IBEXCEO on X or at https://e-hentai.org/tag/artist:ibex-cg

Die Rolle der Frau wurde radikal neu definiert, die Welt ist nun anders aber auch friedlich? War es das wert?

A dystopian noir-ish sci-fi universe set 20 years in the future. Carlos Ramirez is a twenty year old South American refugee living under an alias in the US. Against the backdrop of the US-Canada War, he sets out on an adventure to discover more about his past and who he really is.

After the war is over you (First name) have to decide the fate of your captive (Last name).

To save a Kingdom from a two front war the prince must agree to an arranged marriage for the sake of a treaty, but both kingdoms only have male heirs, this had caused the failure of the previous negotiations to falter. Follow as Prince Jacob becomes Princess Sarah in a quest to save his people

After the allies lose a series of key battles, WWII has reached a stalemate. Nations pass their own free use laws to meet their manpower needs.

The former padawan of Jedi Master Plo Koon and former Hand of the Emperor : Revan Shan has resurfaced with his own Private Army of Clones, dissidents, Insurgents, Imperials, a Alien's, and Refugees, and is fighting a terrible war against the Empire to free the People of the Mid and Outer Rim territories. Join him as he joins the Rebels of Phoenix Squadron amongst his old friend Kanan Jarrus, as he and the Phoenix Rebels fight back against the empire and rally the last of the jedi to his cause.

Hallo, mein Name ist Wajunia. Komischer Name, oder? Nun ja, dafür gibt es eine einfache Erklärung. Bis vor kurzem war ich ein mehr als 50 Jahre alter forschender Professor namens Walter. Mein Leben hatte sich jedoch dramatisch verändert, nachdem ich die Gestalt einer junge Frau namens Junia angenommen hatte. Deshalb auch Wajunia, das steht für Walter + Junia sozusagen ...

Allen Denson has just inherited his Great Grandmother's estate, to the the outrage of his mother's side of the family, and surprise of Allen himself. He had limited interactions with his great grandmother due to her advanced age, which was surprisingly so, especially when you considered she and her husband migrated to the US with as much as they could carry from the Arabian peninsula before the first world war and did their best to just stay out of everyone's way, despite growing a considerable family. While looking through the attic, Allen finds an old ring in immaculate condition within a box that looks like the rest of the world hasn't touched it. When put the ring on, I got himself a genie, in the form of a hot Arabian woman in scintillating, yet refined, attire that wouldn't be out of place in the court of Sheikh or Sultan. On thing leads to another, and the genie lets it slip she knows the location of an even more powerful genie that prompts Allen, who has has had pretty dull life up to this point, to use her magic to go on a journey to get the other genie, who turns out to be another sexy Arabian woman, just with a more wild look to her appearance and attire, Before he knows it, both genies are at each other's throats, in his house because he actually waited to open the bottle lamp after he got home, and he makes a wish in haste that leads to some very...erotic and intimate outcomes that just snowball further as he learns to watch his wording no matter the situation.