In the chill of the barracks, there was warmth that could only be found in the embrace of another. Thale had learned that in the early days, when he had been brutalized by a training regime focused on determining his talents. He could still remember the day that everything changed. He had been a child - maybe twelve, thirteen cycles. The training master, a...
***This is a tad long here, I think, but I wanted to move along. I hope that some of the revealed background fits, but in this, Dakhete finally remembers and Yasmin learns a thing or five herself. 0_o ----------------- Book of the Djinn Part 5 No one said anything to her that morning, but by her count, Yasmin was certain that it was her birthday. She tho...
BIT OF A PROBLEM An arrow fsst through the air and thudded into the grass about five feet to the right of me as I sprinted pel mel through a forest. To think, like, two months ago, I didn't even know what trees were. Now, I was wishing there were more of 'em. "Venn!" Techne's voice crackled in my ear. "Venn, what the bloody hell is going on?" "We have...
So it turns out I love the sort of "sex genie" stories found here on Literotica. A lot. I sometimes wish there was a little more examination of what's going on and a little more talking things out before everyone dives straight into the magical master-servant relationships. I also wish we could recognize the "genies" we have in Western media are pretty far f...
- Friday, October 31, 2013, California, just outside of Los Angeles - I finished up my email and closed the laptop. It's getting late, I better go carve the pumpkin and set it out for the kids to see. Why oh why did I ever buy this house out in the burbs? My accountant thought Real Estate would be a great investment for my sudden millions from the stock op...
Once upon a time, as these stories go, in a land now long-forgotten, there lived a man who valued honor above all else. He was the beloved son of the Vizier, advisor to the Ruler of the kingdom. Strong, bold, handsome and intelligent, all of these were qualities he possessed in abundance. He was a man of passion and great kindness, generous to his friends, l...
Rachel looked through her bedroom window to the street below and watched the storefront lights flicker on and then lifted her eyes to the first silhouettes of twilight spreading across the city, heralding the approaching night. Tonight there would be hours of hot, sleepless dark, lying naked on her bed, and pacing the floor feeling a mixture of loneliness a...
The desert night is clear and cold; across the campsite the fire flickers low. The soldiers are sleeping; their soft snores rise like smoke into the sky. At the camp’s edge the horses shuffle and stamp. Only the Sultan’s guard remain vigilant; massive and wordless, they stand either side of his tent like djinn. They watch me as I push the door-hanging back...
The year was 1470. A young man was walking through the markets on the Ponte Vecchio. His Master had sent him to acquire some more painting supplies, though he often liked to explore the marketplace as he did so, to find things which interested him. "Good morning Leonardo," said the man on one of the market stalls. "How's Andrea doing?" "Quite well, thank y...
Port Royal, 1706 Sounds like someone is in a hurry," Governor Rogers commented at the sound of footfalls echoing through the hall. Robert Maynard turned slightly away from the window to the governor then to the door. "Let us hope he has news. We certainly can use some." Before Governor Rogers could say more, a knock at the door echoed through the office....