AR OS : Our First Night
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  • Reads 264
  • Votes 7
  • Parts 1
  • Time 6m
Complete, First published Aug 31, 2020
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THE SOUL'S EXCHANGE by AnjaniManda8
88 parts Ongoing
In the realm of fire and blood, where dragons dance and ambition burns bright, two souls entwine in a fate forged by destiny's hand. Sitara Evangeline Potters-Black, mistress of death, lies on the precipice of childbirth, her essence flickering like a candle in the dark. In another life, Alicent Hightower, duty-bound and unfulfilled, faces her own peril in the throes of labor. As the veil between worlds thins, the gods intervene, trading their souls amidst the agony of creation-a rebirth wrapped in shadow. Awakening as Alicent Hightower, Sitara finds herself entangled in a web of power and rivalry, her heart heavy with the echoes of her past. Married to King Viserys Targaryen, she soon realizes that his love has waned, replaced by a growing affection for his daughter Rhaenyra. As their bond flourishes, Alicent's spirit wilts, suffocated by the weight of duty and a marriage steeped in disinterest. Yet, in the depths of her despair, a flicker of magic ignites within her-a dangerous gift that allows her to whisper the ancient tongues of dragons. Amidst the court's treachery and whispered betrayals, Alicent's path intertwines with that of Daemon Targaryen, the king's fierce brother. Initially adversaries in a deadly game of ambition, their hearts are drawn together, igniting a slow-burning flame that defies the boundaries of loyalty and duty. In the shadows of the Red Keep, passion blooms like a rose among thorns, a forbidden romance fraught with peril. In a world where every choice could lead to ruin, the stakes have never been higher. With the specter of death lurking, and alliances shifting like sand, can Alicent rise as a beacon of hope, or will she succumb to the darkness that seeks to claim her? The Dance of the Dragons beckons, and with it, the chance for redemption-or destruction. Rankings #1 in alicenthightower #1 in Houseofthedragon #1 in daemontargaryen
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╔═════════╗ ❝𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄❞ ╚═════════╝ ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ 𝐲/𝐧'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐲 - 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲. ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ " 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥... " " 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙮‚ 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝. " ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ 𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐗 - 𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐈 ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔦𝔣 𝔞 𝔤𝔞𝔪𝔢: 𝖇𝖊 𝖆 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖗 𝖇𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖉...
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~Mature Content~ ~Rated®~ Eyes so blue and bright like the warmest summer day. His skin is so dewy and smooth. Mmm, lips so damn red like the reddest cherries picked from my grandma's garden. His muscles bulged as he bent his head using his arms he spread my legs so damn wide, his breath hot on my entrance. He took his time and deeply inhaled my pussy, I twitched in anticipation. His rough hands trailed along the inside of my thigh, then he dipped his head and his drank his fill of me. A lusty moan fell from my lips, I was in need and I did not care how needy I sounded. My clitoris throbbed painfully. He kissed and sucked on my pink pearl and more juices seeped from my entrance. I gripped the sheets tightly, I cannot contain my reactions. This man was like a God, he know my body and exactly how I liked to be eaten. More moaning, damn! Suddenly his tongue dived with precision between my folds. I gripped his hair which was surprisingly silky and straight. then I rolled my hips against his mouth. My imaginary man was very pleased with this reaction as he grabbed my fleshy thighs and readjusted me. I could feel more juices leak from me, I felt as though I was drowning in my own fluids. I was dying, I was flying, I was bursting, I was imploding, I was so close