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Satan's Whore Ch. 06

by ktmccoll on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

Daniel awoke in Kat's bed. Her slender arm draped across his chest and her breath tickled the well between his neck and shoulder. The events of the previous day came back to him in a rush. The memories were like pictures rather than movies, but then, memories were like that. Pictures of the perfection of Kat's body, pictures of him entering her, pictures o...

Satan's Whore Ch. 02

by ktmccoll on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

He saw her out of the corner of his eye as he finished his coffee and pastry. A face in profile. A flash of thigh between a skirt and a leather-booted calf. A tingle of recognition out of all proportion with what he had glimpsed. And that feeling, that overwhelming, nameless feeling that he'd learned to trust. Call it intuition. Call it a sixth sense. Whatev...

Satan's Whore Ch. 05

by ktmccoll on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

Kat's fingers paused on the key to Daniel's room. She still called it a room although cell was a more appropriate word. She felt him on the other side of the door. She felt fear. Incredibly, he didn't fear for the fact that he was being kept prisoner and might come to a bad end. He didn't fear so much for the succubus who held the key to his room and for wh...

Satan's Whore Ch. 04

by ktmccoll on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

The chiming of the doorbell echoed through the large house. Kat debated ignoring it, but then set aside the book she'd been reading and unwound herself from the sofa. She knew that Isabel and Jean-Paul, both night owls, wouldn't be up to answer the door. She opened the door and took a step back in shock. "You," said Kat. "How on Earth did you find me?" Th...

Satan's Whore Ch. 01

by ktmccoll on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

Following the events related in the series "Incubus", the succubus named Kat goes into voluntary exile. This is her story. *** "Why me? I'm at the end." The elderly man was half asleep and his words -- thin, dusty syllables -- seemed to come from a great distance. What could she tell him? That she hoped that her stain on him might be less than on someon...

Satan's Whore Ch. 03

by ktmccoll on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

Daniel couldn't believe his good fortune— to have uncovered a succubus in his own adopted city. There was little doubt for Daniel that the woman who bore such a striking resemblance to Katarina von Regensburg was indeed a succubus. It seemed incredible... hell, it was incredible. Yet everything in her reaction to him suggested that he had indeed stumbled up...

Satan's Sluts

by Falcinator on Sep 25, 2017
Erotic Horror

Author's note: I could have written this with a more serious tone, but where's the fun in that? This took me about five hours, with breaks for coffee and a bit of pornography. Nothing about this story is meant to be taken seriously, least of all the theology. ## Oh, fuck, yeah, time to try and pull the band! I didn't really know the band. I don't thin...

Satan's Sluts Ch. 03

by Falcinator on Sep 25, 2017
Erotic Horror

Author's note: This is the third in a series (I know, weird, right?) so go and read the others first. Although it's not like they're essential. There's not that much plot here. ========== I waggled my glass. It was instantly refilled with champagne. I sat back and re-crossed my legs, making 20 pairs of eyes lock onto me. I smiled as I took a sip while l...

Satan's Sluts Ch. 02

by Falcinator on Sep 25, 2017
Erotic Horror

II: Meeting Master Author's note: This sequel was never intended to happen, but what the hell, it was too much fun to ignore! ================= I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my new chambers and stretched upwards, curling my fingers towards the ceiling and then pushing them until my shoulders almost popped, my ribs shifted, my spine cracke...

Dentist's Receptionist

by Satan_Klaus on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

1. The girl at the front desk I'm humming to myself; there is not much else I can do. The day's paperwork is all done but I'm not allowed to leave my desk without permission. So there I am, a graduate from Harvard business school sitting at the reception desk of a small dental clinic, humming to myself. Humming to the rhythm of the vibrator that is logge...