A follow up to What You Bring to the Table, this contains a scene with a character who is perhaps an over-endowed succubus as well as other weirdness. You have been warned. ***** It had been a month since she had become Xulia, but she was pretty much settled into her new existence as a succubus at The Passion Pit. Living with Leeshya, actually Madam at thi...
Chapter 3 - Dayna The cluster of candles on her desk flickered, disturbed by a cold breeze blowing through her west facing window. The elven mage stopped reading to get up and draw the window's shutters closed. Typical among elven kind, Dayna stood just over six feet tall. She was clad in a grey tunic, cinched around the waist with a silvered chain belt. A...
Jason woke on the red satin sheets as if he were slowly rising from a deep-sea dive. The first of his senses that pulled him from the deep, fathomless, dreamless sleep was the lack of noise. The last time that he had heard anything was the sucking noises of a gorgeous blonde on his groin and the purring of his succubus near by. The smells began to make thei...
Ajeroth settled back in his chair one razor sharp claw tapping against his chin. His cock was rampant and hard aching to be buried inside his pet but he had other problems to tend to. It took every ounce of his willpower to soften that massive cock while his mind played over different options. He had watched the entire scene unfold in the inky black pool cen...
The Sahara Africa DUPREE AND STONE HANG NEARLY SUSPENDED against the far wall of the busy room as technician after technician rush back and forth between stations. Before them are a group of monitors with various satellite images and diagrams surrounding a very large central monitor with a scene that just finished playing out the destruction of London, the...
Dan woke to blurred vision and muddy thoughts, images flickering across his HUD that he could neither read nor understand. Was he still on the bed? Probably, given how comfortable he felt. He breathed in tentatively and coughed at the now familiar scent of the demon's perfume. The previous night's events (or had it been morning?) trickled into his weary mind...
I would have to say, if asked by someone in the know, that this whole situation is truly bizarre, but to be fair, that hardly makes it wrong. Supernatural? Sure. Unnatural? Arguably so from the perspective of those who view nature with an uncritical eye. These are the same idiots that would have you believe that all of life's answers are found in a book writ...
Author's Note: Firstly, thank you to everyone for reading and for the patience. This story is finished, and I am just posting as I get the chapters edited. Secondly, and more importantly, a warning; this chapter contains a vivid scene with some magically forced consent. If this bothers you then it may be a good idea to skip the scene. ~*~ Belcarm and Kale...
Goblin's Note: This story is set in the distant past of the Cloistered Lands. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Help! Help, I'm stuck!" Loralei paused by the doorway. "Hm? What's that, now?" She nudged the door—a woven mat of thick bark strips—open with her foot and peered in, brushing a stray strand of emerald hair from her eyes as she did so. Within the Pitcher Chamber...
Part the fourth - In which the circle is no longer needed. Sister Petra had been missing for two days now, and, as the Mother Superior laid out the morning sermon for her sole remaining Sister, she sighed. She could see the glances, not at her, nor at the symbol above them, the symbol of their faith, but the doorway. More specifically, the doorway to the h...