This story takes place after the second movie, Aliens. And for the record, I objected strongly to the premise of the third movie; Ripley was too smart to not to take precautions. Morpheus is the Roman god of dreams. I know the category is Erotic Horror, but there's no sex herein, just a short and simple tale. Enjoy! ================================= The n...
I was first introduced to the lore of The Worm by a colleague of mine at the university where I teach. He had come across some work one of his mentors had dabbled in and was immediately taken with the idea of this mysterious Mayan slug. After much prodding and romanticizing he convinced me that we should get some funding from the university and head down to...
"Is this really necessary?" I asked Mattias as he wrapped me securely in his silk. He shrugged. "It will make things easier. My species normally mates face to face, but the location of your vulva is very different from that of a female of my species." I blinked at him, shifting in the web hammock. "Wait, your species has females?" He nodded. "Of course...
Elizabeth here: there are not enough cute catboys on Literotica and I'm going to fix that: enjoy! ~~~~~ ~~~~~ Simon and I had met in college, back in those pre-catboy days. It wasn't very long ago, but even back then he was cute; short, blonde, and just obsessed with bug collecting. We were both English majors, and we liked it, but there was something abou...
"Hey! Oi, hey! Jace!" A brown head of hair rumbled with a disgruntled moan, fighting against the waking hours that were fast approaching after less than half of one asleep. His fight was lost when the speaker yanked him from his cot and dumped him on the cold, soft ground of his tent. Jace glared up at the man with reddened eyes and looks that could kill....
Chapter I , Year 1, CARGO HAND There was a low hum, there always was. It was constant to the point that you simply stopped hearing it. What was slightly harder to ignore was the constant drips on ice cold water that fell every where. Third or fourth hand water that comes from the condensation of constantly re-breathed air. The walls were rusty with it...
Anita As we glided through the night, rising gently up and down with every pump of Saban's wings, I chewed my lip, worried. Ian. My nephew. He was a brave, rambunctious little scamp, and liked to go out at night, despite the best efforts of his parents, my brother and sister in law, to keep him inside. He was the most likely of the village children to have...
I woke up Saturday morning, too keyed up to sleep any longer. I got dressed and made a cup of instant coffee, and grabbing a leftover pork chop from the fridge I ate it while putting on my shoes. I took my keys off of the counter, grabbed my fishing pole, and headed down the street in the morning sunlight to the canal across the highway. Living near Ft....
An uncontrollable grin swept over my face as I walked in to the pub. I didn't get the chance much these days. The lads went every week. It was smiles all round from the boys as we greeted and shook hands. Steve held out a cold pint ready and waiting for me. I awaited the normal banter about being under the thumb and working too hard. I liked the local pu...
To appreciate this sequel fully, I would strongly recommend reading the first instalment 'Nightwatch' by the same author. When I awoke – it probably couldn't have been any more than 20 minutes later – night had begun to settle outside, blanking out the already shaded windows of the van like a set of shutters. Inside was grey, the only light seeping from the...