"The relationship of the body to the practice of magic has long been understood. From the graceful, almost dance-like, movements of the elven enchantresses to the complex gestures of the monks of the Lilac Tower, magic has been enabled, controlled and directed in a range of ways intimately connected with the physical form. It should come as no surprise, then...
Diane Clark. Jimmy and Crystal were already in bed when I slipped into the bedroom. Jimmy put down his paperback and smiled at me. "Hello Di." Crystal closed her book of crosswords and grinned. "Coming to bed?" she asked. "Umm, yeah." Jimmy pulled back the covers and slipped out of bed, walking over, naked, to hold me. I looked up into his honest b...
Maja Lightning. I leafed through the papers, mostly mundane stuff. Orders for parts and quotas for taxation in goods. Each one was signed by Colin Masterson, Prime Minister. I wondered why they'd never returned after our confrontation with the government troops. Still, a year had passed and, in the highlands, we'd heard no more of the government. Charlie...
29. Interlude 2: Michael at Lake Manengouba While the royal yacht, the Malreine steamed into port, with Karen deflowered by Joseph's most trusted lieutenant Harun and Diane enjoying regular lusty couplings with his white-haired servant Lotar, other events were shaping the future for the Perry family. Michael had been in the tribal areas with Joseph's fami...
The Princess of Mahoon is a series of pulp science fiction stories. It is fair to tell you that not all of the scenes are erotic in nature in the event that you are looking for something hardcore. The intention is to mimic the science fiction writing of Asimov, Burroughs, and Bradbury, with a little lust thrown in. Hope you enjoy. Salut, Queen Mother I sin...
Selen noticed him as soon as he entered the bar. He looked quite different from the barflies that usually frequented the place: tall and noble with expensive-looking burgundy and gold coloured robes. He was flanked by two larger men, who had the nervous energy, darting eyes and well-developed bodies of bodyguards. She was only working here until the end of...
Happy New Years! I finished this chapter a little while ago and decided to put it up. Yet again I have no editor but I am talking to a friend currently, who has offered to do it. So hopefully the next chapter will be edited. So to make up for any grammar and spelling errors this is the longest chapter I have written! It is just about 14 and a half pages on...
You are a freshly minted, 18 year old canine girl born into a fairly sheltered village at the edge of the Great Forest, and you have never known the touch of a man. For the last several days, you've been feeling increasingly off in ways you can't quite explain. What's next? Amelia, daughter of the Dogear tribe What's next? Amelia, daughter of the Dogear t...
This story is (very) loosely related to the lyrics to the song by Toto of the same name. Enjoy! The old man stood on the foothills of Kilimanjaro, looking out across the Serengeti. He could smell it in the air, the yellow. The aka. He saw it as a haze to the north. And he knew that it was time. *** "And I am saying to you, Old Man, that this is supersti...
Just a note, I did send in revisions on my earlier chapters so there should be a different format on chapters 1-4. The storyline is the same, but it might be worth it to revisit those chapters. On with the show! Chapter 9: Sacrifice "The child is dead." "The child is dead." The child is dead." The child is dead." The child is dead." The child is dead." S...