Part Two: An Anchor With a gasp, Levant sat up. Woozy, it took a moment for his vision to clear so that he could discern his surroundings. When it did so he found himself in a large, well-lit room. From the way it was furnished it looked like it belonged to some eccentric billionaire. The walls were lined with shelves stuffed full of books, scrolls and pa...
The time is 2009. The place is the city of Boston, Massachusetts. The protagonist is none other than yours truly, of course. My name is Hazel. I'm a fallen Archangel and one of the most powerful ones out there. Like all of my fallen brethren, I have had to adapt to life on the planet Earth. Angels fall from Grace for different reasons. The First Wave of the...
In mortal life, I was a pious Muslim, praying to Allah five times a day, and read the noble Koran. Now that I'm no longer alive, I see no reason to stop. For if He who is the one True God worshipped by Jew, Christian and Muslim did indeed make all things then am I not one of His creations? I choose to believe that it's my actions that define who I am, and no...
Joshua Stillwater stood at his bedroom window watching the activities below in his mother's garden. It was the annual Stillwater festival where all members of the Stillwater clan celebrated the summer and coming autumn. Joshua smiled as his best friend, Marcus, was accosted by single females each inspecting him, physically grabbing hold of his buns and tug...
Author's note: This is the second part of a two-part story. Ch II is essentially self-contained, but there are many references to events described in Ch I, which you will find in the 'Group Sex' collection. To readers who enjoyed Ch I, I hope you will find Ch II a worthy conclusion to the story of Morton and Jane. If you are squeamish, though, it's probably...
Farimih knew when she was being followed. The docks at night of the imperial city were teeming with celebrators on the eve of battle for the imperial tourney tomorrow. And while normally the crowds provided some measure of protection against cutpurses, she knew the two behind her were persistent. They had followed her into and out of two different establishm...
The world was not always this way. Though few remember it, and even fewer choose to speak of it, there was a time when things were different. Before disease ravaged the land. Before the great feminization. Before the influx. Before the Femocracy. It was whispered that once white men had been just that: men. It was nearly impossible to believe, seeming more t...
Irma had Drake lap and probe obediently at the mixed perfumes of her cunt and arsehole, enjoying several rich orgasms as she indulged in the sheer pleasure of enforcing her dominance over him, revelling in her control and lusting to show her latest conquest to her friends; the first showing always gave her such a thrill, her pride bursting as she demonstrate...
The drow dwell underground in a place called The Underdark. Lady Laerinia was a very unusual representative of her species, because she chose to live on the ground, she had left a position of power in a matriarchal society, because she despised its cruelty and complete lack of to empathy and respect the drow had for each other. That was also the reason she t...
Yet another story idea given to me from LiveJournal and edited by Blackwing. ***** 'My darling boy,' Martha sat on the edge of the bed Rick shared with his wife, her adult son snoring gently. The effects of his food poisoning had left him bedridden, his body weak and requiring constant bed rest. Martha's fingers threaded between Rick's as she leaned over a...