Author's Note: Story requested by KC55. *** "Sera, wake your freak ass up! It's time for milking!" The obnoxious voice of her second cousin bled through Sera's door, biting into her ears like a venomous snake. She sat up and looked around groggily, ignoring the incredible weight of her chest until her 'nipples' brushed against her legs. A sigh of dismay br...
This story has the following content: M+/F, Intr, Slut Wife, Size, Exh, Brothel, Orgy, SM, and is Pre-Viral. * In late spring, the canals, the many little bridges that ribbed each canal into the distance, and all the walkways leading to and from were framed with blooming trees and flowers, a scene that deserved to have been painted by one of the classic p...
"Are you certain we should have left Grace with Jesse twice in two days?" Willa stressed about Nick's decision. While Jesse did seem to do a decent job while they were at the Beach yesterday, there could be cause for reservation twice in a row. "Relax. I know my son won't let me down while concerning his sister." "Couldn't we have called Charlotte again?"...
I have always had a thing for sisters. My own sister is six years older than I am. As a consequence, by the time I was in high school, she was long gone from the family home, was living on the other side of the world, and I never knew her at all. We were, quite simply, strangers within our own family. But I have always been proud of my tall, elegant, unknow...
Paul and Howard have been thinking for some time now about spending a night in a European castle bed and breakfast. They would like to immerse themselves into the historic past of eccentric royalty who owned and ran these castles. A royalty from antiquity who is a bit of a demented kook would be fine by them. The tales of their ghosts and perverted lifestyle...
Note to Reader: The story takes place in an insane asylum in French Colonial Algeria, during the Algerian War of Independence (1954-1962). Dr Pierre Marques is a white French doctor, psychologists and therapist, who believes strongly in the French Empire and the civilising mission. Entrenched within him, is his belief, that Algerians and Muslims are inherent...
"Dawn is almost upon us." The sounds of our brethren dying on the earth below us drew our attention away from the sunrise. Soon, there would be no one left. Father must do something – or our kind would perish. "Hide, my son." I met his eyes in surprise. Hide? "Our people must live. Take your friends, if you can find them...then run. Hide, quickly!" The...
It was not too much to ask, a simple chore, really. Her neighbor, Prof. Masterson, a kind elderly woman who had always been a good friend, had asked Emily to tend to her house while she was away at a botanical exposition. The professor had fallen all over Emily with praise but there really was no reason. Emily was happy to do it and the chores involved were...
[Chapter 1] — Ordinary A heavy wooden door slams, kicking up dust on the city street outside. An individual, clad in golden, shiny armor with bags cluttered before him, stands on the other side of that door. A voice pipes up from the other side. The voice is domineering, harsh, and filled with anger. "Don't ever come back here unless you're in a coffin!"...
My name is Riktys, mage and alchemist. I am holder of the five rings of magic and learned in all four schools of wizardry. I have yet to see my fiftieth year in age and I am a half-elf. With just this I think you can guess I am hated by many other wizards and elves. It has been a few years since someone has come calling with a challenge-dual. As last I hear...