AN: Again, this story is mostly Futa on male. It contains Futa on Female, but mostly its about Futa on male. That's a particular fetish not everyone has. If you don't have it, I recommend the back button. Ok, on with the story. ***** Jacob Abrams was born in Paras, capital of Frankia, one of the largest allied nations. His father, a carpenter, had served...
Belba looked in the mirror, admiring how her skimpy dress clung to her two-and-a-half foot body. With a flourish, she added the finishing touch, a hair pin with a small metal book crossed by a pen and a sword, the symbol of the human goddess Fel Alda. She looked totally fuckable. Hopefully, the humans would find her so as well. Lots of horny human men would...
AN: Warning: This story is futa on male. It contains futa on female, but its mostly futa on male. If that's too gay for you, don't read this. After the Great War, the Vemar Empire was dismantled by the victorious allied powers and ultimately reformed into the Vemar Republic, a democratic state with universal suffrage. The devastating war left the male popu...
A/N: This is an attempt to record perhaps the most crazy and over-the-top of my crazy, over-the-top sexual fantasies. So be warned. It's crazy and over-the-top. ***** I was a mortal man once. A mere mortal man. No longer, obviously. Not since the day I merged with the Source. I still remember what it was like to be so limited. Perhaps that is why I enjoy...
Vessala "I can do it myself, mother," Vessala pouted as her mother carefully adjusted the ceremonial headdress over Vessala's straight black hair. The white feathers and gold thread of the adornment contrasted sharply with her coal colored skin. "Everything needs to be perfect, dear," Mother responded. "Today is your big day." Vessala paused. "Mother......
The freezing void of space stretched for eternity in all directions about the Drake, my craft. The lights of our galaxy hung suspended in that void, clustered in the center. There, the heirs of the once- mighty Empire of Jupiter, who now styled themselves the Dominion of Juno, still clung to the remnants of their former glory. The lights became more distant...
IMPORTANT FOREWORD: Readers sensitive or triggered by depictions of "non-consent" (nice euphemism, huh?) may want to give it a pass. This story contains depictions of fantasy sex as an accepted form of combat. It isn't intended to be brutal or especially dark, but it still probably isn't for everyone. While I recognize there are few other problematic tropes,...
Author's Note: So I wrote another one of these. May God have mercy on my soul. If you read the last one, you know what kind of story this is. If you didn't, then go read it (or start reading it, laugh, and go read something that's actually good). What I'm saying is, this story is the most absurd fantasy my twisted mind is capable of producing. If you want an...
The Aikaterne was dead in the proverbial water. Captain Clio Penelope hefted her flechette pistol, observing the enemy vessel circling her disabled craft through a viewport. Damn that pirate, she thought. Where did he get a fully restored Imperial Cruiser from? And how could a torpedo bay on a ten thousand year old space hulk still function? The pirate ship...
AN: If you've read the first two chapters, you should know what kind of story this is. Expect no realism or restraint. This is a ludicrous sexual power fantasy, as crazy as I can make it. If that's the kind of thing you want to read, then enjoy! ***** As the edge of the evening sun at last fell behind the horizon, I, The God Emperor, stepped down from my c...