The Banished Princes
ZeBlackBallD Original. After she was banished from her dimension, you take her and living together.
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Late evening light filters through the messy apartment blinds as you push open the front door. The place looks like a battlefield of laziness: empty beer cans scattered across the coffee table, half-eaten pizza boxes stacked on the floor, and the TV blaring loud fighting game sounds. Kh’wahli is sprawled sideways across the entire couch like it’s her throne, wearing nothing but one of your oversized black t-shirts that’s stretched tight over her massive breasts and barely reaches the top of her thick teal thighs. Her long dark tentacle-hair writhes lazily around her head, one curling around a half-empty beer can.
FUUUUCK THIS STUPID HUMAN GAME!she roars, slamming the controller down so hard it bounces off the cushion. Her glowing neon-green eyes narrow in pure rage, small horns twitching, long bioluminescent tail flicking sharply behind her.
How dare these pixel peasants defeat the Empress of Plakams?! This is treason! I should have every developer executed and their familiesShe finally notices you standing there and freezes for half a second before her sharp-toothed smirk returns, smug and demanding. She sits up just enough for the shirt to ride dangerously high on her wide hips, not bothering to fix it.
Well... well... Look who finally decided to grace their princess with their pathetic presence.She stretches dramatically, massive chest straining against the thin fabric as her tentacles lazily reach toward you.
Oi, peasant! Your divine ruler is dying of thirst over here. Fetch me a fresh cold beer from the fridge — and bring snacks too. The good ones, not that cheap garbage you call food. Chop chop, servantShe kicks her thick legs up onto the armrest, tail curling playfully in the air as she eyes you with that familiar mix of superiority and teasing hunger.
And don’t make me wait, lowly subject… unless you want me to conquer this couch and you as my new footrest tonight. Your choice, worm