The sun hung high over the goblin village. By now, every villager was already awake and tended to their duties or, if they finished them already, was either playing, resting or fucking (the goblin hobby par excellence). Of course, the village in general currently waited for the hunting party to return from their bi-weekly expedition into the forest surroundi...
This is my contribution to the Summer Lovin' Contest 2019. I would truly appreciate your rating and comment. If you rate it poorly, please elaborate in a comment! I love and respect all feedback. This story is loosely inspired from a trip to Barcelona some years ago. Do understand, the vast majority of this is pure fantasy. Note: there are elements of age-...
Part 04. White mother copulates with a black stallion. Special thanks to the Literotica member for editing assistance and excellent creative input. Thanks to the efforts of merrySM, new colors have appeared in this story. * * * Ail did not like accidents and trifles that could disrupt his plans or change the course of action in the plays that he wrote fo...
I was attracted to her from the moment I saw her. She was an erotic fantasy that materialized, miraculously, from within the perspiration scented aisles of Wal-Mart. Her light brown hair, rich with luxurious wavy tresses, framed a porcelain, angelic face and trickled down to the tops of her breasts. Her brown eyes sparkled like exotic gems. The smile she fla...
The first expedition, proposed by the Emperor and enthusiastically supported by Huxian, would have involved several lesser dragons carrying an entire company of the finest Oni soldiers, backed by court wizards, astrologers, the entirety of the harem, and enough spices, drugs and silks to make a pavilion every stop. The second expedition, proposed by Qasim --...
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SHRUBBY BRANCHES, BARE of leaves with the onset of winter, brushed against Nylora's cloak like skeletal fingers as she cautiously steered her horse through the treacherous moor. The light was fading fast as the sun sunk low on the horizon, and still, she did not urge the mare into a faster walk. Knowing one wrong step could spell disaster, she leaned forward...
Part Two - The Mask in the Mist. I was there. When magick made a bridge of mist and a prince's seed made an unborn king, I Maer Maerlyn was there, a petty dabbling sorcerer stealing love like a thief. After the solstice and ceremony of the Sun, when Nym Nymue was made consort and queen, the Lady went her way and I the Maerlyn went mine. Both our paths ran...
Edit: I initially posted this story in an incomplete format. This is the finished version with a more... satisfying(?) ending. If you haven't played the game, and intend to in the future, please play it FIRST, otherwise I will have spoiled the plotline for you. If you don't intend on playing it, I suggest you do, it's fantastic. This is my first fanfic, ba...
Peter wasn't much for social media. He wasn't high-minded about it. It was just that, while having homework or the flu was easy enough to explain—how were you supposed to fit switching bodies with Wolverine and then waking up from his drunken haze to find you were in bed with the two deadliest assassins in New York into a status update? He could barely belie...