Art thrust his cock furiously, pounding the feline Sylvalan from behind. His partner was on hands and knees, moaning with each thrust. Two others clung to Art's upper body, caressing him with their breasts and licking him with their rough tongues. It had been two weeks since Art had left the apians' hive. In that time, he'd encountered many more Sylvalans:...
And we're back! Sorry about the hiatus, my lovelies. When we'd last left off, Senya, still with his memories of his first encounter with the Thriae erased, had just visited the Thriae for a second time to acquire an amulet meant to make him immune to mind control. This, however, requires the involvement of dear little Sylvia... ~~~~ ~~~~ Senya's mind slowl...
This story is a future-era sequel of: https://www.literotica.com/s/theo-the-blood-angel-of-lescatie Theo died alongside the Ten Thousand Martyrs. The world was sealed from corruption. The world moved on, and decades later, permanent peace set across Ermorea, ending human slavery, and the genocide's wounds over time. Time is the salve of wounds...and so pa...
Marna guided the plow with uncertain hands. Her father watched from some distance away, hands tucked in his belt. Even though Marna's blundering attempts behind the plow could be seen as somewhat comical, Dirk's stern look would not afford a turn for anything jovial. He trained her grudgingly, worrying always that she would hurt herself performing such tasks...
Colonel Lionheart entered his tent and paused. Standing in the middle of his pavilion was their guide, a fox man. Unlike the vulpines back home his fur was a cream color and very fluffy. He was wearing the loose-fitting clothes that all the desert people were wearing, albeit it had a hole in the back where his puffy tail poked out. "You must be the commande...
Authors Note: Few things to go over before continuing on- please note that this chapter does contain violence, murder, drama and death. Also sex too, just in case you forgot you were on Literotica. (Gotta cover all my bases here.) If any of these things are offensive to you then please do not continue on- you have been duly warned. Also, this story takes pla...
Disclaimer: This story contains elements of demonic corruption, brainwashing, and a demoness with a very lovely cock. Though it is tagged as "futa" for clarity's sake, it's worth remembering that such body parts are not any kind of airtight gender signifier in real life. In this case, of course, demons are shapeshifters, and take whatever form that suits the...
Jerrod was, by most measures, quite a brawny man. The stockman had built up his strength helping the ship's brimstone mage roll around barrels and get the pipes set up. Helping mages kill people was good exercise. He'd never been much of a warrior, really—he could hold his own, as could any pirate who faced regular resistance, but he'd mostly been in charge...
Senya's dreams were a whirlwind of teasing honeybee-bottomed bimbos, rough-tongued catgirls, honey-drenched Thriae, and adoring puppy sprites. It was the latter that he eventually woke up within, immersed in their arms. Their tongues eased him, settled his troubled thoughts, kept him in a happy state of constant bliss. He came again and again to their steadf...
Mages had all sorts of ways to teleport. At least, those rare few who possessed the talent. Some liked to teleport with great fanfare and excitement—big explosions, blasts of lightning, clouds of mist, flocks of jays. Some preferred to teleport with absolutely no effect at all, of course. These boring individuals simply blinked into existence, with nothing s...