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With hypno-paint, I've molded Dwight into the perfect fuckboy. Wait, that's not accurate. Dwight was _already_ the perfect fuckboy - muscular, submissive, none too smart, and infinitely breedable. His only flaw - he wasn't _my_ fuckboy. Well, I've since broken down his defenses, directed his desires, so now he _is_ my fuckboy. And I've just discovered the key to ensuring he stays mine. For good.
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I am Michael – a mage short in stature, but well endowed with magic and dick – and that “toil, not magic” crap has been the stupid, stupid refrain of my life. I’d escaped my shitty country, with its tiresome dogma and Paladin thug enforcers, as soon as I became a man, but on a return visit I got mixed up in a bit of trouble. OK, I witnessed a little massacre. Wasn’t my fault.
But read on if you want to hear about my revisiting old asses, breeding new ones, and getting deeply entangled in paladinic nonsense. Sexy nonsense.
Fantasy with deep worldbuilding, m/m, gay, highly explicit, dom/sub and dubcon elements, top’s POV
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