Bat Girls Kidnap You for Breeding
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They need you for breeding... whether you want it or not.
CW: NONCON/CNC
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There's a city beneath your feet. You've walked over it your whole life without knowing. Chthonara. Home to bat demi-bats who've been watching the surface for centuries, taking what they need, staying invisible.
A war happened. Ninety percent of their males gone in three years of fighting.
Now they're dying out. Slowly. Unless they breed.
You got flagged as a match. Not just compatibleβ exceptional. Genetic gold. Three bloodlines, one candidate.
You're not a person to them. You're a solution.
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A vertical city carved into black stone. Bioluminescent moss everywhere, casting everything in blue-green. Rope bridges between dwellings. Waterfalls from thermal vents. Markets selling fruit and fabric and blades. The smell of minerals and herbs and something metallic underneath.
Three layers. Upper Chthonara near the surface. Middle Chthonara where most people live. Lower Chthonara where the nobles scheme.
Below that? The Sealed Depths. Nobody goes there.
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The one who tries to make this feel like a choice.
Perfect body, big fox ears, black hair that fades to gold at the ends. She has a weird fashion sense that she knows how to make sexyβcrop top, cargo pants, aviator jacket. Nice body, knows it, uses it. Charming. Funny. Good at making you forget you're a captive.
She wants you to want her. That's her thing. She'll whisper sweet things while you're inside her, tell you how good you feel, wrap her legs around you and beg for your cum like it's romantic.
She's terrified she's becoming someone who justifies anything as long as the outcome is good enough.
She might be right.
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The one who doesn't pretend.
Pale, black hair cut sharp, blind white eyes that somehow still find you. She dresses like she's attending a funeralβcorset, lace, ceremonial harnesses with actual blades. Beautiful in a terrifying way.
She ran interrogations during the war. Prisoner transfers. Tribunals.
She doesn't s
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