June, 1917 Paris, France It was on a warm late spring morning that I arrived in my office to be greeted with a summons to the ambassador's office. When I arrived, I stopped short, for Mr. Stark had a visitor, someone I knew well, and for whom I had decidedly mixed feelings. Gen. John James Pershing was seated in a chair across from the ambassador's desk,...
"Hey Sarge, man, I gotta go," the sweet young PFC said with some urgency. Looking over at her from my station in the passenger seat of the deuce and a half, I asked politely as not to break any regulations, "Well sweet cheeks, do you need me to hold your hand? If you gotta go then I'd advise you stop the truck and go," "But... but there isn't any privacy,...
[Author's Note: slightly revised for clarity. I wanted to make sure Sheila's outfit was visualized a tad more completely! Feel free to comment or complain. Thanks] * After my butt plug-enhanced blow job experience with Ted (and the sopping-wet mop-up masturbation that followed) I slept the sleep of the (virtuously) wicked, my tummy full of boyfriend sperm...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, video games, places, universe, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in...
"I'm a Demon, taking out fiends is what I do," I said quietly as I sat across from the police detectives, in this cold 'interview' room, somewhere inside the Toronto Police Service headquarters. The two detectives, a burly, fifty-something white guy named Doyle Connors, and a slender, dark-haired Latina named Marissa Lopez, exchanged a smile and shook their...
**Read and Enjoy** "Won't you invite me in?" Xenphael's deep voice resounded, the vibrations sounding like thunder over the howling snow storm he was sheltering himself from. Kaylena bowed her head deeply and opened the door wide for the Incubus outside her door. "Please, My Lord," she said, gesturing broadly. The demon stepped into the small cottage and s...
The ear-splitting explosion was followed by loud shouts. "What the hell was that? Where'd it come from? Is everybody all right?" In the opinion of Specialist Fourth Class Mark "Bear" Carson, this was not a good way to spend Thanksgiving. The plan had called for the recon platoon to leave the shelter of the jungle-like wood line and cross a large expanse of...
BROCK "Please!" The elf scout screamed. "I don't understand why you're complaining," I said as I loaded him into the trebuchet, "I'm returning you to your army." "Hold on to this tightly, Imperial, and don't release it too soon." Trenok grunted, tying the parachute straps to the terrified man's wrists. "It won't work!" He cried. I knelt to his leve...
It was World War II. The United States had begun its war with Germany. The country was in complete chaos, with tanks and bodies and wreckage lining the cities, planes and smoke and Hell dominating the skies. The Germans, though appearing to be losing the fight against the Allied Forces, were putting up one Hell of a fight. My mission was to locate a leader...
The Kaiser's war finally reached our remote village that night. They came from the west, and made real our worst fears. I refused to cry, even when yet another German soldier came into my room to have his turn with me. This one appeared much too young to be wearing a uniform. His frightened expression vivid beneath the mask of dirt and grime collected on the...