Earth-69 Twenty minutes later, Anya lifted her drenched face from between Jessica's thighs. The taste was heavenly. "Was that alright?" "That was fantastic," Jessica moaned. "Have you ever considered joining the Avengers? They would just love your mouth..." "They'd probably love it more if I put bad guys in jail." Anya checked her phone. "Code: Blue is he...
As seen below their are many names for the large variety of sexual topics and no real agreed upon list of Tags so I am making a list as best I can to help readers find the stories that interest them. I will be using the most common named tags to make it easier for the readers to find what they like. Below we have an example. Name Stories Blowjob 34...
This story contains depictions of characters growing larger, becoming more masculine, and having sex. If that is not your cup of tea, turn back now. ***** For Lady Mara of the Silver Coin, adventuring in the name of her deity was not about excising monsters from forgotten keeps, or fighting for just causes, but was instead all about acquiring wealth for h...
Reena lounged on her big flower in her grove, relaxing for a little while before she inevitably got busy. Ever since that new woman moved into the woods... what was her name... Jenny. That was the girl. She was an adorable thing with a fierce will and a magnetic personality. She had started a family and had raised a fortress in a short year since she appeare...
Author's note: Hello, this is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. I should probably point out that I really, really love huge boobs (What guy doesn't?) Anyways, in this first Chapter of the story, there isn't really any sex (I know, sorry). I really just wanted to make this because it's something I like. Now that's not to say the next chapters won't...
"I knight thee, Sir Cockweasel. Paladin of the Temple of Swords," declared Lord Knight Jontar, leader of the Paladins. He touched the flat side of his longsword to each shoulder of the small goblin kneeling in front of him. Cockweasel, for once in his life wasn't covered in grime. He was freshly bathed and scrubbed, actually feeling rather uncomfortable in...
The distraught farmer hurried told his awful tale to Lady Gwyneth d’Lambert, paladin of the Holy Church of Alastriel and her less illustrious companion, the goblin Cockweasel. Gwyneth had rescued Cockweasel from his tormenting mistress, the vile sorceress Valeria the Black, and the two had escaped on horseback to the village of Crompton. It was here in Crom...
Catalina stared at the placid surface of the pot, her stew still as glass, the only sound in the kitchen the tick-tock of her cat-clock and the gentle drum of the rain outside. Mama had always told her a watched pot never boiled, but Catalina was patient. For her, in life as well as cooking, it was all about patience and waiting for your moment. She enjoyed...
Let's rewind time a little from the end of the last chapter, back to when Min and Gyllen just split up their separate ways to scour the shore. As you may recall, Min went rightwards whereas Gyllen headed left. Let us take a quick gander at what she got up to by herself while the prince was entertaining a certain scylla. She was walking across the warm sands...
Chapter 2 - Mila Mila sat at the bar of the Ogre's Drum, chin resting on her hand, flagon of bitter dark ale growing warm in front of her. Ordinarily the orc was an enthusiastic drinker, but today she nursed her drink, long lashed eyelids half closed, a bored frown twisted on her tusked mouth. Behind the bar the huge ogre bartender swished a rag around t...