Author's note: This is the final part of Keya Oko's introductory story. I awakened to sunlight, from Jinai pulling aside the curtain. It took me few seconds to realize that I was still naked. My hand was stuffed between my legs, and Musa was in the front room. "Are you well?" Jinai asked, frowning. "I am perfectly well." I grabbed my dress and clutched it...
"You wanted to see me, Father?" Rene asked as she respectfully inclined her head. "Yes, I did my daughter," he began. "I have had many days to consider the dilemma that I stand faced with..." He paused. The look on his face told her she was not going to like his decision. "And?" She prodded him, holding her head a little higher as she braced herself for hi...
Daylight filters through her window in pale filaments across her eyes. She wakes with a low groan, her ears ringing with the sound of her own pulse. Awareness returns to her in a flood of sensation. The air is hot and musty with lingering scents of wine and sweat. Aribeth half-expects to wake in her own bed--a simple, spartan thing in her quarters undernea...
Author's note: This quasi-historical fiction includes ambition, buggery and thuggery, scarification, and betrayal. All sex involves humans aged 18+. For readers' convenience, non-Anglish language speech and signals are presented in loose Anglish translation. ** THE GIRL It was unintentional. Quintilla had not set out to become a villainous queen. It just s...
Manson is watching television when I bring him his lunch. Today, I'm just in a little white skirt, my ivory blouse unbuttoned down over my 34B breasts. I don't know what he looks hungrier for; my tits or his meal. It's been a pain getting the staff to give him vegetarian food. I'm thankful that the guards are getting bored, and that there's only one now. He...
In the weeks since my return from France I had noticed much excitement in my friends and their families. My visits elicited subtle questioning on the subject of my journey into womanhood, and cryptic asides concerning their own future involvement in it. I felt plans were being concocted around me. There were many smiles and giggles and equivocal remarks as s...
Isolated in the mountains above a tiny village, the two-story stone manor was both austere and foreboding with its narrow barred windows and high-arched heavy iron doors. In the rear of the manor were myriad gardens accessible to visitors from a walled stone walkway leading out from the main hall, except for one garden that a roof-high iron cage guarded comp...
"Your Highness!" The handmaid was calling to Annabel. Anna groaned and opened her eyes slightly. It was still dark outside. Why was Helga calling to her at this hour? A pair of hands shook her shoulders. Anna sat up. "I'm awake Helga," she sighed. "What do you need?" "Princess! The battle is upon us! We must get you and Princess Trish to safety." Oh Gods...
The Great Hall of the Guild of Sorcerers had been arranged in a court setting, with the dais with the High Council on it, and long strips of silk lines creating an aisle from the main doors to the steps up to them. Rouran could scarcely see through the crowd. A hand reached out and wrapped around her wrist, and she jumped, her fingers flying around the knife...
A note from After Dusk: Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this story would gain popularity. I started it because I was intrigued by the thought of a human and a centaur mating-most of the stories I have read regarding such just don't seem to do the actual mechanics of it justice and I thought I would take a stab to see if I could improve it any. I wr...