Out of the harsh and blinding blizzards of the East, tread three heroes, their tired and bedraggled bodies evidences of their trials and tribulations, silhouetted against the low winter sun. Against all odds, this unlikely band of heroes did what no other group of adventurers had done before: slay the evil witch. Eight had set out on this mythic quest. Three...
Hey guys and gals, sorry if the stat parts are ugly, apparently tabs are a nono on Literotica. If you're seeing this and haven't read part one, go do that now, or enjoy being confused... Enjoy! ***** Chapter Six A popup appeared as he opened the door to an alley and looked out. He read it quickly and closed it. His starting place was Bastion, which was a...
Hi, everyone! Sorry for the delay, but this latest segment turned out much longer than I anticipated. For comparison, chapters 22 through 26 were about 33 pages in Word. This segment was over 111! I had no idea how much I had written until I took a breather last weekend. Hindsight being 20/20 and all that, I probably should have posted chapters 27 and 28 ear...
Jaesa was standing back in her Sanctum, rushing there right after she'd set off the alarm, waking the crew. She was busy sifting through the data streams of the Perseus, struggling to find out what Korsa had been up to and what she was doing. It had taken her a few minutes of searching, but she'd found the relevant data streams. After looking them over a li...
The following story is a fantasy focusing strongly on themes of inadequacy, humiliation, and cuckoldry. All the characters that appear in this story are 18 or older. ##### Johnny Clay: the unlucky hero of this story. Average American boy in every way. Erica Flowers: Johnny's girlfriend. Short red hair, nice tits, and a BIG ass. Popular girl, cheerleader,...
"Good, good. You're awake. The memory loss should be temporary." Assured an aurburn-haired beauty with vivid green eyes that stood over Dick's bedside. She wore a rather comical looking black beret made of slick vinyl; which seemed to match the black, studded dog-collar around her throat. As Dick came around, the throbbing of pulse-pounding drums and saxopho...
AN: If you've read the first two chapters, you should know what kind of story this is. Expect no realism or restraint. This is a ludicrous sexual power fantasy, as crazy as I can make it. If that's the kind of thing you want to read, then enjoy! ***** As the edge of the evening sun at last fell behind the horizon, I, The God Emperor, stepped down from my c...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. Don't expect realism and you won't be disappointed when you don't find it! Enjoy! ***** Balancing a breakfast tray loaded with freshly cooked pancakes in one hand while I opened my bedroom's door with the other, I couldn't help by smile broadly as I took in the wonderful...
Golden sunlight poured into a golden room through pink tinted glass, casting a bright glow over crimson curtains and ruby colored sheets. A crisp, gentle morning breeze blew in from the spacious balcony, stirring the aromatic presence of roses and lavender, and bringing with it the fresh smell of oak and pine . . . but along with the vigorous scent of nature...
Paris Lelaire was doing what he always did in the morning after his breakfast of oatmeal and hardboiled eggs: shoveling horseshit. Big, steaming, fly-infested, green piles of horseshit. Even worse, this being the week of the Festival of Aurora, and his mother owning the only stable in the village, he had a lot more horseshit to shovel than usual. Lightwatch...