The door to Sarinia Baelora's quarters slid open and Myrdina burst into the room. "You're leaving?!" she screeched, bristling with anger. "Welcome, dear sister," the eldest daughter of House Baelora said dryly, turning to glance through her bedroom's open door into the lounge. "Please accept my apologies for not inviting you in, I was preoccupied and must h...
Edraele leaned into her lover's warm embrace and let out a contented sigh. "Oh, I really needed this... I felt awful after that meeting with Gaenna." Luna held the Maliri Queen close, making her feel safe and protected. "You're not that person any more, Edraele." "I know... but revisiting those horrible memories is always disturbing. It wasn't me that did...
I'm not going to get too finicky trying to figure out where this sits in continuity -- consider it a riff on how a situation like this between these characters might go down. All characters are trademark Marvel Comics. This is a parody and is in no way meant as a challenge to their copyright. Only to be read by those 18 years or older. Feedback and voting i...
Unconscious Camilla's endless memory visions brought her to one six years before the aquarium incident. She was 31 at the time, though Nigrovum was making her look like a 23-year-old. One class she was teaching was Incest In World Literature: as well as English writing, the course included English translations of prose and poetry from various languages. Th...
This is my third Tug story. In this one, our hero and his Atlantean wife solve the mystery of Jack the Ripper; thereby, saving the world from Nazi Armageddon. Their discoveries expose the real truth behind the Whitechapel murders, along with some of the more unsavory elements of Victorian England. Along the way, they meet the legendary Victorian swashbuckler...
Tags up front: alien, consent, psychic powers, telepathy, blowjob, mff, balcony sex, cheating, harem, male-female sex, psychic voyeurism. A couple quick notes: there's still more to come, but I wanted to get this part out rather than waiting until the other was finished. Also, I'm not really a poker player, so forgive me for glossing over details on the gam...
This continues the story of the Tugboat Man and his Atlantean wife. There's been some debate about whether it's in the right category. As far as I'm concerned, it's a romance. So, it stays there. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it... DT TUG AND THE HOLY GRAIL My wife Maria, was a Priestess of the Sun on the lost continent of Atlantis....
It was a bit too late to be having second thoughts, but I couldn't stop myself from wondering if I'd really done the right thing in signing up for the study. I desperately needed the money, but I was already starting to get a bad feeling about the whole business, and my bad feelings were rarely wrong. The others didn't seem nervous at all. I looked around an...
18 years later, in late August, in Montreal * Camilla was now 37 years old; thanks to her use of Nigrovum to slow down the ageing process, however, she looked only 25! She'd been a lecturer on English literature in McGill University for the past nine years, having started her teaching job there quite soon after receiving her doctoral degree. So where was...
How lucky can one guy get? Here I was, in the bed of the prettiest woman I'd ever known, holding both her tits while sucking on the nipples. I felt like a nursing piglet and probably sounded the same, but that didn't bother me none. I concentrated on squeezing and playing with those titties, yes titties, as much as I could. I needed too, before I woke up and...