Kelsea was true to her word. She left Roland to convalesce for the better part of a day, only awakening him early next morning with a stroking hand and a fond gaze. "Have you been watching me while I slept?" He asked, his eyes bleary as they stared up into her red-rimmed orbs. "Yes." She said, unashamed of the admittance. "You're a creepy Succubus, yeah?...
Author's Note: If you've noticed, my posting on Literotica has become far more sporadic. As a result of my own time issues due to my work, I'm trying something new: shorter chapters. Instead of writing 20k-25k word chapters, I will be splitting these up into more managable chunks, with the intent of publishing a chapter every week and a half to two weeks in...
They came like a wave of misfortune from the shadows of the brush. Howling mad cries of inhuman lust, the flock of little beasties burst forth into the light of Roland's torch. His burning beacon illuminated their faces: pale, snarling things with rows of hideous, needle-like teeth and faces as varied as their skin colors. Some looked almost human in their m...
Even though Leonard and Penny spent two incredible days and nights in Big Bear fucking everyone in sight, neither of them actually had a bachelor or bachelorette party. Howard and Raj kidnapped Leonard and along with Sheldon, they had a van and were going to take him to a surprise location for the weekend. Penny even packed him a bag without him knowing it....
"Something's wrong." Kelsea said, as if Roland were not already aware of such a self-evident fact. The statement itself was ridiculous: he was locked in the death grip of a being made of pure lust, spooning to her devilish curves as his hand trailed across her bare, purple stomach. He had given in, laying his life in the unholy clutches of the one breed of...
Dear Shoeblossom, I got into the sweetest deal. I agreed to play femdom games with my geeky male roommate. He owns the house and was renting me one of the rooms, and like so many nerds, he has the hots for us tattooed, embroidered jeans types, I guess. Oscar is the sweetest guy, you know the kind. Comes to try and ask you out when you're smoking in the sch...
The sound of ringing metal and clashing steel sang out in the crisp morning air of the alpine forest. Roland grimaced and parried, batting aside Kelsea's swipe with the toothed head of her Man-Catcher, smacking it out of the way with the flat of his blade. She stumbled, having put all of her weight into the attack. He stepped smoothly into her guard, pointin...
Kelsea's morning blowjob was more spirited than usual, her lips suckling against Roland's head like she was trying to taste his very essence. She shut her eyes, seeming to be enraptured, as though he were an irresistible taste to relish and enjoy. Roland put a hand against her head, pulling back her hair and rubbing against the bare skin of her forehead. "St...
Kelsea couldn't get the memory of the Priestess' eyes out of her mind. Even as she ran between the curling unearthly fog, flanked on either side by tombstones taller than her head. Even as she ducked between a cleft that separated two entwined grave markers like the coiling spiral of interlaced vines. Even as she listened to the sounds of monsters making war...
"Roland." She said, sitting across from him in the single cell dungeon in which he was trapped. He didn't respond to it; he knew she wasn't there. His head hung low as his neck drooped, his red mane of hair falling down his face as he struggled with the phantasm's voice in his ear. He sat on the bare stone floor, one leg sticking out and the other pulled up,...