A spoonful of sugar
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Last published Wed, Oct 1, 2025
He is a charming rebel leader, captured after a mysterious and shocking attack in the heart of the capital. She is the loyalist inquisition officer tasked with interrogating him, as well as his old flame from their days at the military academy. In order to get the full truth from him, she decides to use a truth serum for the interrogation. What could go wrong?
What this is: banter-focused, slow build-up erotica set in a vaguely steampunk/early 1900s world, with the only fantasy element being the existence of a perfect truth serum. The smut will probably be explicit but soft and passionate, with the gimmick being that she starts in full control, with him being physically bound, but gradually loses the mental game. He has a silver tongue and, after all, he literally cannot lie.
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