Hello, there. My name is Styx. She whom the Underworld's deadliest river is named after. At first glance, I seem like a your average six-foot-tall, dark-skinned and long-haired, voluptuous woman sporting stylish urban gear. Yeah, that's the image the world sees when looking at me. However, as is the case with most people, there's more to me than meets the ey...
A special thanks to JonB1969 for his editing. Hope you all enjoy my story and remember to vote and comment, it's what encourages me to keep writing. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, livin...
King Arthur and the Holy Grail inhabit one of the most potent of mythical Realms, a Realm that serves as a backdrop for dreams; dreams that are dusted off from time to time. Close your eyes and breathe in the essence of age old battles and epic romance, where Knights fight for honor and maidens anxiously await their return. Step into a world where passions f...
We left The Holy City and we rode out to fight in the battle against the dark mage Lord Baelnoran. He had risen too fast and in doing such he had routed out the royal family of The Kingdom of Rauger. We were going the longest way around, the more dangerous way because the Dark mage lord had invoked weather magic and had caused the rivers in the main way to...
Daniella rolled over and kicked at her blankets. She pulled her sheet back up and over her head. She flipped onto her stomach and squeezed her eyes shut. Feldspar's moans were still filtering up through the floor of her bedroom in their shared treehouse. Every so often she heard a loud smack followed by a keening cry of pain and pleasure, or a reprimand fro...
He came into the cave. Tall, dark and handsome. His skin was golden, his hair jet-black and his eyes a feral shade of emerald. He was completely naked and looked perfect. There was no other like him. He was Ananga, spirit of the forest, the lord of the wilderness. He looked like a man, but he was unlike any man she had ever seen. He was immortal, and the bea...
I just worked there, so I don't know the whole story, but I'll tell what I know. I got there in the spring because Ms. Lilly got let go because she was in the family way and they needed a new house maid. They had a staff of at least twenty already but they needed someone to attend to the upstairs rooms and keep everything fresh for when guests arrive. It w...
Bess was the most popular girl at court. She could make any man in the castle stand at attention when she passed. True, she was not a classic beauty. Her hair was dark and wild, not blond and sleek. Her skin, too, was darker than the milk white ideal popular in the day. Neither did she have a lithe, willowy figure, but more of a plump, thick build. Yet someh...
The night beckons. Who am I to refuse its call? Those are the thoughts filling my head as I leap from the Hancock Tower, Boston's Tallest Building and land on my feet on the pavement, seven hundred and ninety feet below. It's times like these that I am grateful for being more than human. Superhuman strength and speed along with accelerated healing and durabi...
Regrettably, many moons have passed since Literotica published the last chapter in this saga. To those kind e-mailers, I have not stopped writing but have been on somewhat of a sabbatical. For those readers who have never read anything of mine, please acquaint yourself with earlier chapters so that you will understand the lustful personality of Lord Anthony...