Aaralon was nervous; he was not only disobeying conventional wisdom by attempting a summons but he was flaunting the strict rules of the boarding school by doing so. He was twenty years old and had been in College of Light Shadow for the last fifteen of them, he couldn't really remember what his parents looked like and all that really seemed to matter about...
Well, here you go a brand new story. :) Anyone watch the CW show Supernatural? (Leave me a comment if you do.)If you do you'll notice some familiar faces in this story. I've become completely addicted to that show and would recommend it to any nonhuman lovers. Thanks, and enjoy! SSG *** You are humanities last and final hope. Arabella woke with a star...
Vesper sat alone in the cabin of the mid sized Cessna, She thought about what she'd been through in just the past few days. Her mother had died and she'd gone to a diner to wallow in her sadness. She'd met Anya, and her wolves. She'd met the Lotus family. She'd been kissed, and not just on her mouth, she'd had her pussy eaten quite desperately. Grigory had f...
While Jane and Veronica were having a good time, John dined with a few bottles of Jane's milk, and read a book. While he was doing that, Chang Lequ and Svetlana Ljapunova knocked at the door. "Hi, Lequ; hi, Svetlana. What's the matter?" "Hi John. Where is Jane?" "She must be spending the night with Veronica, the lingerie saleswoman." "Oh! John, are you...
I have been (justly) criticized for writing several erotic stories in Loving Wives that lacked the erotic part. I have tried to do better here. This part of the story ought to be in Erotic Couplings, but overall Meet Me in Moonlight is a ghost story, so I've listed it as NonHuman. ***** The club was stifling; too many bodies in too little space, and the...
Vesper felt a light breeze drift over her and she yawned and stretched out her arms and legs, knowing that her wings pushed up a bit from her position on her stomach and she felt the sheets from her bed slide down to uncover her from the waist up. Burying her face in the pillow beneath her head, she kept her eyes closed for a few more moments before she fina...
This is an offshoot of Bitsy's story involving her sister, Kaitlyn/Katya, the wife of Count Dracula (from the dinner scene) who disappeared ten years ago. I wrote this before I wrote the piece that mentioned her disappearance, and I'm posting it now as I ruminate over the next chapter (with that piece included). I'm placing it in the nonhuman category becaus...
Get out of the way! Damn, why don't people just get out of my way! I frigging hate these people who just stand there when I'm trying to get somewhere and I'm in a hurry. Fuck them! In case you're wondering who this is, the name is Jamella Hendricks. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking, big-booty and very voluptuous young black woman living in the city of Bosto...
Vesper shivered as they walked back into the house. She was hesitant to return, afraid she would fill with fire again. She could hear children laughing and barking, and looking into the dining room, she could see that Shu was back on her feet, in the midst of an argument with all three of her brothers. They didn't stop moving, nor did Shu stop speaking rapi...
The next morning, all the eight Astarte nuns were in the nunnery's garden, waiting for John and Jane to take their measures. As the garden was within the cloister, everybody was in his/her birthday suit -- luckily, the weather was mild. John noticed that the nuns' waists and butts were apparently identical, so he proposed Jane to measure them first. She agr...