Fwap fwap fwap fwap fwap fwap fwap “Aahnn, ugh, nnngghh… p-please… ooogh…pleee-ease help me, saa-ave mee…!” You hear echo in the distance, down these dark unhallowed halls. For years the lands had been ravaged by unholy demons, terrorizing the innocent and the faithful, either by storming the gates of cities and keeps, killing and torturing everything in the...
"Today we may have more information than any other generation, but what good are answers, if we never begin to ask the right questions?" ― The Questions We Never Ask "They can't be that stupid. They'll never go for it!" "They're not stupid at all. In fact, they're quite intelligent ― far more than we lead them to believe." "Then how do we pull this off?"...
The bell over the door rang, signaling the entrance of a possible customer. Tifa looked up briefly from where she was bent slightly over, polishing the bar. Her posture gave the courier who had just entered a beautiful view of her mammoth tits. They swayed, teasingly encased in a tight white tank top that was little more than a bra, as it ended just below he...
The bell over the door rang, signaling the entrance of a possible customer. Tifa looked up briefly from where she was bent slightly over, polishing the bar. Her posture gave the courier who had just entered a beautiful view of her mammoth tits. They swayed, teasingly encased in a tight white tank top that was little more than a bra, as it ended just below he...
For those who follow my work more closely, this story is strictly non-canon, just because Alrek's never actually been to the Wild Continent in-canon. For those who don't, no worries—this story is pretty self-explanatory. ***** "You're just getting so silly, aren't you? So silly and sleepy. Such a sweet boy..." "Would you stop that?" Alrek scowled down at...
Jack relaxed and turned over onto his side while laid out on a hardwood floor. He was clearly home again since his floor normally acted as his bed in his unfurnished apartment. He felt the smooth hard surface and then remembered his apartment was carpeted. He heard a metallic click. His eyes flew open. He looked up and muttered, "Shit." A bright ceiling li...
Trys knew she had a broad smile on her face. She also knew why. She had never been so happy in all her life. She'd put off getting off for hours, holding herself in a state of constant frustration just to keep her wits about her. Now she didn't have to. She couldn't even remember why she'd been delaying—how could she ever delay when she was always so horny...
Author’s Note At first, I planned for this to be a standalone story, like the others I’ve written before. But those stories don’t leave much space for alternate storylines. Feel free to imagine your characters. The story will be moderated from the start. *** The Camera No one knows where it came from. Some say the camera was discovered in the ruins of a long...
I (the author) am a male matriarchist. Women should rule over humanity as they are destined to do so. This story is to show what that utopia would look like. I will be giving a few set scenarios, if you want to create more or create alternates of existing scenarios that is fine. Futanari scenarios are not only allowed but encouraged. Gender Role Reversal: Mo...
In a month he went from being a king in Florence to complete self degradation, rotting for hours on end in front of a computer screen. It's astonishing how his mind is still able to conjure sexless thoughts. At the laundromat, he peels back his cap, severs some cords and throws the pink matter into a washing machine; the one in the corner, with the picture o...