Chapter 18 : Memories Turn after turn, the lab tech led a chained Aiya through white corridors, up stairs and through doorways. When her sense of direction was thoroughly confused, she was led into an elegant waiting room with a few younger females working behind a large desk. The only thing the girls were wearing was some sort of leather harness that accen...
Katrina scowled at the worn, leather book in her hands in frustration. She had tried to decipher a particularly difficult spell for the last few days. So far she had very little progress. She had only managed to unravel a few phrases from the first of the four passages. She sighed and put the book down on the table next to her. Bottles of ink, quills of all...
The last time my species was on this planet we were worshiped as gods, now, we are hunted by the inhabitants. I write this for those inhabitants understanding enough to ask our purpose before trying to annihilate us, we are here peacefully and seek only a chance to prove this, every race and species has radicals who decide that the current system is wrong an...
This is a BDSM story. As usual, everyone is over 18. If you're reading this, you are logged in to Literotica.com. You must know by now that you are reading erotica and the various forms of it. If you are offended by the subject matter, or can't grasp the plot, try another story. This is my first story and your input is deeply appreciated. * In a few weeks...
The Mage had not been seen since that night in the maze. The Emperor was in a foul mood. She neither attended meals, nor responded to his messages. She simply remained in her rooms, silent and guarded. He could hardly think of anything else; she apparently had other things on her mind. This ate him away. He sat in the Great Hall, pushing his food around, a...
Chapter 3 - The New Trade "The Ace of Diamonds is one of those little whispers you hope never crosses your ears and pray to each god individually never crosses your lips. Some of those in less scrupulous circles have developed their connections and bladecraft because of her. Others? We develop our hospitality. Starting with words like 'The myth, the lege...
I had been surprised when my phone rang that late summer afternoon. He was calling me back. He had been satisfied with my performance, weeks ago. There was a skip in my heartbeat as he gave me a set of directions that I was to follow directly. I was nervous, especially since this would only be the second time I had done anything like this. Racing out of the...
How annoying, you think, how she acts like she wants to play but then makes me wait this long to actually get it... definitely not acceptable, and she's gonna pay for the delay. You're standing in the living room, very close to her, and she's obviously having trouble meeting your eyes. Nerves, you wonder? Perhaps a little fear for putting you off this long?...
Floating Late afternoon sun slanted through the blinds, sending slashes of warm midsummer light across her belly and legs. Dust motes danced in the still air, floating on imperceptible currents. her senses were heightened, the smell of the sun, the clean scent of floor polish, and the heady aroma of Him intoxicated her. she waited silently, kneeling on the...
Ginger was an 18 year old senior in my afternoon history class when this happened. She always sat in the front row so she could flash me--which I didn't mind even though it kept me off balance at times. Ginger was a tall girl, about 5'11" with legs that went on for ever. She was trim and modest of chest, perhaps small is a better word--but with legs like her...