This chapter is not meant to stand alone. Please begin at the first chapter to appreciate this tale. Friday, October 26 At 2:00am CDT the earth shifted on its axis. Scott was inside Carol for the third time this evening and was coming in her womb as she shuddered, sighed, and said "I Love You, Scott, I Love You," and came. Mary Claire and Erin, who was o...
Two days had passed in the Dark Elf Town. Celedwin enjoyed the public bondage, and the Dark Elves' strange, sexually addicted symbiosis with humans. A philosopher said that the perfect parasite improves its host. She wondered if this fit these monsters. -Back at Centaur's Heart, rooftop.- The tavern Celedwin stayed in had a new, modern roof made of concre...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Author's note: This story is intended as a two part series only. However if there is enough interest I may add a third part, as I have left a few open threads in the storyline. W ------------------------------------------- The sharp rap on the door as the brass knocker banged urgently echoed down the corridor causing Jeff Lake to raise his eyes from his j...
1 - Foreplay "Cheri! Comment ça va?" "Oh, g'morning, Maxine." Cheryl looked up from collecting her mail at the lobby mailboxes. Maxine was coming in from the parking garage, towards her, her robe flapping loosely, wearing God knows what underneath—if anything. "Well, now. Got the boys all happy and off to work. And the morning still before us." Cheryl k...
Part Seventeen: Pyrrhic Chapter Fifty-seven LEVERIA I took a deep breath, and my nostrils were filled with the smell of spent lust. Warm morning skin moistened in a dew of hormonal sweat, the subtle pungency of sexual fluids, and the tang of orifices that had not yet coalesced into their fleshy confines. Ah, what a wonderful miasma. My eyes fluttered op...
USS Surefoot-A, Deck 3 Mid -- Sickbay Suite: Kitirik flushed a darker than usual green around his mottled skin and throat wattles as he sat on the biobed. "Well... this is certainly embarrassing." Standing in front of the cadet, passing a sensor wand over the Qarari's head, Doc Masterson grinned. "It can happen to any of us, pardner." But then he amended t...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
This is Part Two of a two-part story. ***** When I saw Tina's number a few paragraphs before the end of her letter, I subconsciously reached for my phone even before I was done reading. I began crying when I started the letter, but by the last few paragraphs, I was bawling like a child. I don't know that it really mattered what Tina would have said to me...
The sullen stranger opened his brown eyes to the warm dawn and marked the start of his fifth day in a mobile cage. He brushed a lock of his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes and looked around. It was bad enough that he woke up on a bed of hay that reeked of animal droppings, but the scent was made worse by the rain that fell and blew through the bars of thei...