"This is Eisheth." Michael didn't even try to keep the contemptuous smile off of his face. There was no way in hell Jack was going to be looking at anyone — or anything — other than Eisheth. Even at the merely physical level, Eisheth's charms were considerable. Luxuriant pitch-black hair framed an olive-complexioned face with eyes that could seem almost car...
Natalia's heart was racing. She tried her best to focus on her prayers, to close her eyes and hear the voice of the Lord. The chapel was the best place for it, where she always went every morning even though Mother Grace's private masses weren't happening since she traveled. Nevertheless, right now it was hard to stay focused on any prayers. In fact, it had...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The mai...
Robert quietly filed books away. That was what he did and that's what he was good at. In fact, that's all that he was good at; a glorified sorting algorithm in a library no one really cared about. There was little praise and glory to be found hiding in untraveled corridors, witnessed by nothing more than the old dusty manuscripts and hardbound books which co...
Dr. Thomas Pincher had everything a man could ever want. Independently wealthy, his family had made millions in the stock market back in the 80s, and it was upon this considerable trust fund that he lived quite comfortably. With no interest in the family business, he had pursued academics as a career as that was truly his passion. His father had the business...
"Something's wrong." Kelsea said, as if Roland were not already aware of such a self-evident fact. The statement itself was ridiculous: he was locked in the death grip of a being made of pure lust, spooning to her devilish curves as his hand trailed across her bare, purple stomach. He had given in, laying his life in the unholy clutches of the one breed of...
Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. Gragonog The Ravisher stared at the tangle of flesh before him. His tusked face wore a confused expression, uncharacteristic for him. The pile of flesh was located within, what he had thought was, a carefully constructed pentagram. The tangle of limbs and flesh wriggled and wraggled, scrambling like an epileptic spider....
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She was poison, this fomenting thing whose impossibly beautiful face buried itself in his crotch; there was nothing to be gained from her, save the crushing pleasure of damnation that she promised with her sucking lips. Her very presence was corruption; her lapping tongue against the underside of his scrotum a whip to crack against his spirit like a taste of...
Author's notes: Finally, after years in the making, Chapter 3 of our story. I've been on such a rough, long, crazy road in life, but this story finally finished. I'm editing the final chapter now, though I apologize if it's rough-hewn all the same. I'm really tired of working on this story, so tired that I don't want an editor, I just want it to be done... b...