Day 81 "Come forth," the booming voice issues from the darkness at the end of the hall. Arroway walks forward, and stands in front of the King of liars, Lord of Hell, his most unholiness the devil incarnate. The devil sat in a throne made of bone, his red skin gleamed in the torch light and his eyes flickered like glowing embers. His huge penis was erect p...
At the knock on the door, Stephen Wagner looked up, then put down his textbook, The Ethno-Geography of Prehistoric China. He crossed the small dorm room, unlocked the door, and peeked outside. A young woman stood at the entrance, smiling back at him in the light of a single bulb glowing in the hallway. Stephen smiled back. "Oh. Hi, Amber." "Hi, Steve. Is y...
"Dashing through the snow on this reindeer sleigh," I sing, off key, improvising the words in my excitement. Snuggled up beside my husband under soft furs as gentle white flakes flurry around, I feel as if all my Christmases have come at once. It's not every year you win the lottery. It's not very year you get to take your whole family to Lapland. Even bet...
"I hate the bastards!" growled Mimosa the following day, employing the worst insult available in the Knights' language. Illegitimacy was the ultimate stigma in a society that attached so much importance to child-bearing. Glade paused from shaving her fellow slave's crotch. She was aware of the vehemence of Mimosa's remark. "I hate them too," she said, altho...
In the days following his amourous meeting with the witch of the barrow. Aaron found that he could be more useful to Xia the witch then just another piece of meat between her legs. The witch sent him on many journeys out into the wildness. Many times it was just to gather food and supplies from the forest, but on occasion her tasks required less honorable sk...
She wonders what woke her, her senses slowly awaken from her slumber. She can hear the crackling of the fire, smell the remains of some cooked pieces of meat from some earlier feed. She doesn't open her eyes, she buries her face against His chest. This is where she always sleeps, sprawled on Him, her head, her cheek against His heart and her matted hair spre...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. These stories have been public for some time, but I am sl...
The two Orcs snuck in to the Alliance camp, intent on their target. She was walking between buildings when they pounced. Elunara woke with an awful headache. She blinked and stared at the brown Orc face. "Wah?" She squinted against the darkness. "Lorros?" His hands were wrapped around her arms. "Are you alright, my heart? I'm sorry they were so rough with...
There is light in this darkness an image I can see coming closer. It looks so real the cabin on the hill the forest around it the sun setting behind it, and something else Muirie and I sitting in a large chair over looking the valley and the hill were several werepups were at play. The image is not perfect. There challenges and difficulties, and sometimes ev...
The Cessna 172 drifted lazily over the peaks of the Olympic Mountains. Occasional updrafts would buffet the aircraft, but the aircraft was designed to play in this environment, and would gently bounce and sway only to return to its original course. It had taken three years for Steve to pull the money together to finally purchase the aircraft, and every time...