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Erotic Crown: Women's World

"Was it that hard for our women to defeat a man? Aren't you all ashamed that you were beaten by a man?" "But... but Commander, he is no ordinary man! You should see for yourself. Falko, they call him, is no ordinary man, and we can confirm that." In a land where women wield absolute power, can Falkor, the prince of a fallen realm, rise to become the ruler no one saw coming? Or will the throne, along with the women in power, devour him and his body leaving him dead and mind broken? This is a tale of rebellion, identity, seduction, and the collision of worlds—a prince’s struggle to reclaim not only the crown, but the soul of a queendom in a women's world. But was he really alone in this journey or did he have something supporting him throughout this whole journey, something like a system? It was a question so many women had seeing this great man in action. [We are you! We will support each other and that's our grand purpose. We are fated to greatness!] ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Author's Note: —This story has R-18 elements to it, but no netorare (NTR). —This story is a work of fiction and all the character names, locations, ages, and events depicted are purely the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real-world events or locations, is entirely coincidental. —18+ chapters will be marked. Disclaimer:- Some of the illustrations are not mine, so if you want me to remove them please contact me via Discord. Join the Discord for Illustrations and updates:- https://discord.gg/HE3UtxqA2x

ElectricLuna · Fantasy
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50 Chs
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Women in love XVI - Medicine (R-18)

As Falko and Shalana continued moving through the dark, labyrinthine corridors of the dungeon, Falko tried to stay alert, his senses heightened. Every stone seemed damp, every corner dark and shadowed, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching them.

"Careful, Falko," Shalana muttered, her voice tight as she took a step forward. "These stones…they're slippery. I don't trust this place at all."

He nodded, but as he glanced over at her, he noticed something strange in her gait. "Shalana…are you limping?"

She paused, a little caught off guard by the question. "It's nothing. I twisted my ankle when we were thrown in here. I can still walk, but…" She gritted her teeth. "It's slowing me down, I know."

"Let me take a look at that," he insisted gently.

Shalana gave him a dismissive wave, but he caught the slight wince in her eyes. "I told you, it's fine," she muttered, though her voice lacked its usual firmness.