The great walled port city of Sirtus sat on the edge of the Mycean Sea. A many thousand ships hove into its port each day, and a great deal as many departed in the same. No market square was empty, and few pockets hung limp in the trousers of their owners. Trade boomed, honor ruled, and hearts loved. But Paolo the merchant had, as of late, found himself dis...
A Plague Tale Loss of Innocence These are characters from the Asobo Studio game "A Plague Tale: Innocence." I do not own and did not invent these characters. This takes place several years after the events of the game, all participating characters are over the age of 18. In Flight It had been over a year and a half since Amicia's family fled what wa...
Captain Vex's hands knotted in the witch's dark curls. Bella was a profoundly skilled lover. The Captain had a taste of what Bella could do on top of the lighthouse, but being the sole focus of a sex witch's ministrations when there were no other distractions (and Bella was feeling particularly thankful) was to be given the best possible seat in a masterclas...
"You look tired, hero." The demon ducked his slash and slipped past him in a haze of cloying perfume. "Why don't you rest for a while?" He pivoted, looking for an opening. "I'll never yield, fiend!" But she was too fast, and he was slowing down. He could feel his muscles growing sluggish the longer he stayed in her aura, slowly sapping his willpower and wea...
It should go without saying but all sexual activities are between adults and everything in this story is made up. Feedback is appreciated as it helps me grow as a writer. Please enjoy! * I couldn’t see. Or rather there was nothing to see as everything was dark. An endless darkness and a void of silence. Then there was a voice. Someone was calling to me...
Warning: there's a little bit of non consent in this one. Thank you, as always, for the ratings and comments, I do appreciate them. Enjoy. -------- A tap on the tent had Jayla moaning in annoyance. She's been enjoying the warm floatly joy of Tharo's arms. She kissed his chest and reluctantly got up, finding her borrowed tunic and putting it on, then took...
The American Witch Chronicles: Book 1 - Ritual Magick Chapter 1: The Visitors at Trinity College 1683, Trinity College, Cambridge, England James Pendragon lounged on his straw-filled bed inside his chambers at Trinity College reading one of John Dee's books on alchemy and angels. At just 30 years old, he was the second youngest scientist to ever receive...
I can describe beauty. It stands tall and slender at the rails of the boardwalk, allowing the sea breeze to dance with white hair glowing in the moonlight. It is elegance wrapped in a cream-colored mock turtleneck sweater and matching cashmere slacks. Beauty is a countenance of serenity, absorbing the power and wonder of creation knowing all share a common s...
Morning, 1 Sectem, 515 K.E. Dear Diary, Today Master surprised me with a gift! It was you! Now that I've become sentient, Master says it's important to keep track of my thoughts. I'm supposed to find out what kind of person I'm going to be. So excited! First off, I guess I better introduce myself. I'm Daylily. Lily for short. I'm Master's first homuncul...
++++++++ Part 1 of 2 ++++++++ It's dark... It's silent... I'm alone... No, wait...I'm not alone. Something is waiting for me. I have to get to it. It has a magnetism I can't resist. I push and push and... My eyes open and the room I'm in fades into focus. I'm on a bed. How did I get here? Where am I? As I sit up, I try to think back to the last...