For first editing and improving this story, thanks to author/editor hentaikitten, whose specialty is luscious, sensually saturated interracial matings -- not couples of different skin color but of different species, such as a male demon with a human virgin and an elf with an orc. Tremendous gratitude to the amazing author/editor/organizer blackrandi1958, wi...
Thorne and Sammi "This is Sammi Glass and for Bernard and everyone here at Channel 5, have a good night." "And we're out." Sammi took a huge breath and smiled shakily, accepting the congratulations of Bernard Porter, co-anchor of the five o'clock newscast. "Great job, Sammi. Welcome aboard." "Thank you." She accepted the accolades of her fellow news peop...
Hans swore at how slowly the line was moving. He was about to decide to try to force his way in when his cell phone rang. "We're on our way." Patrick said and then hung up. While he waited, he thought about Barb and his responsibility to her. Yes, he was obligated to protect her but he wasn't obligated to love her. No, he had no real choice in who his mate...
Two campus police officers appeared in the doorway behind Thorne. Had he called for them? Grace couldn't remember. "Is there a problem, Dean?" one of the officers asked. Thorne nodded toward Sidney. "He got caught," he told them. The two officers exchanged knowing glances, nodding slightly. Grace could feel her pulse pounding throughout her entire body. He...
"Are you sure this is where she is?" The private detective Chambliss had hired shook his head as they sat in the limousine, staring at the huge mansion with its imposing dark windows. "My source says that the cameraman, Leon Antonidas, bought some maternity clothes and had them delivered here." "That doesn't necessarily mean that she's here." The detectiv...
(Author's note: this story deals with some very gritty and harsh subject matter. This is not for those looking for a straightforward sex story. There are many themes that some people might find objectionable, but to reveal them might give away parts of the story prematurely. If you continue reading, please keep this warning in mind.) (This is the seventh of...
An empty bottle rested with Sephiria, cradled like a precious possession, the woman's head bowed until it touched against her knees. The simple nightgown she wore trailed over the edge of the bed and to the floor as her legs were propped up on it, tucked tight against the side of the mattress. She was numb from the grief she felt in knowing she would never h...
Domenico Roballo. The name Sammi had innocuously transmitted to Thorne had kept his sleep from being restful. Roballo had been one of his victims in 1884. He was more than surprised to find out that Domenico had been, for all intents and purposes, ‘preserved'. Sammi's shock ignited his senses like a short circuit but his trance-like state kept him immobile....
She could feel his hands exploring her body even before she was fully awake. Dreamily, she understood that they were in the same position they had fallen asleep in last night: Ben on his back, and she was cuddled up against him, her arm draped over his neck, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her ever closer to him. All the night, they had not mov...
Byron Leicester had a difficult time visiting his strange Aunt Galena Twysel. Auntie Gal was actually only about sixty-three years old and damned good looking for that. The doctors said she had early Alzheimer's, though this mystified Byron as his aunt still lived in her own house, did her gardening and shopping. "But don't upset her or offend her" his m...