We're at the hump chapter and problems are starting to head roughly in the direction of resolution. If you've gotten this far then, presumably, you're someone who doesn't mind stories that take their time. I enjoy telling my characters' stories and, sometimes, the pace that strikes me as right for that isn't a quick one. So, thanks for sticking with it. Th...
"So, other Me, I thought you were going away for good." Cameron Scott of the new nickname Lightmare leaned on the massive dining table facing his opposing self, the Dark Angel with vampire DNA that was reborn in his image. Two Cameron's for the price of one. Both essentially good yet the Angel had his devious moments. His ideas his own. yet filled with a he...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. The miracle is not that children grow up. It is they want to come home afterwards. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologize to Homer and the...
I am going to add this since I had some congenital idiot in my other story take nudity of anyone under 18 the wrong way. In the case of that story it is a lycan story and for the most part they stripped before changing and that included the children. I liken it to nudist going on vacation to a nudist beach where it means nothing other than you aren't wearing...
Thanks for reading my story, and I hope you enjoy it! As always, comments are welcome. Thank you, RNebular, for editing! Guinevere A. Hart ********** "I know what'll get you off," Ru said. Eva's assistant shook his unkempt bangs from his eyes and flashed her a wicked grin. In the few years they'd worked together, occasional casual sex relieved their ten...
When Adison wakes refreshed the next morning, she is witness to a very special moment. The love of her life is already awake, his black hair a stark contrast to his white face and chest. He is sprawled against the head of the bed, covered with the blanket below the chest, enchanted by his little girl, who is sitting between Adison and himself, alternately...
"How I wish the muscled Saxon was not a Christian," the Princess Erzhad said in her flawless Greek to her riding companion. "For then I could worship him like a god." The Princess did everything but lick her chops. She stared off at nothing in particular as if her mind was elsewhere. "Tis improper for me to speak this way of a man, but with him it is like I...
April 30th, 1885 Ashbury, the United Kingdom The sea salt and fresh wind off the coast mixed with the scent of fish, of tar, of sailcloth, of unwashed sailors, and of sewage to create a pungent mixture in my nose -- but it was all worth it to see the wide eyed expression on Cynthia Boggs' face as she walked off the gangplank of the Gypsy Queen and onto t...
"I cannot believe you!" Ember paused and poked up with his hand, pushing aside one of the hanging drapes in the third of the pleasure rooms. June, who was looking increasingly irritated at the delay in their progress, tossed her head. "What?" she sounded entirely unapologetic. "You're the Unconquered, you're going to live until you die." "I- what?" Ember...
Author's Note: This is my 200th story posted to Literotica. Two hundred stories of smut, adventure and exciting heroics. I hope you have all enjoyed it as much as I've been writing it. Thank you all for your support, whether it's been a kind word in the comments, an e-mail sent to me, or through the other means I've brought up. I cannot fully express my gra...