I sighed as I sank into the water of Valorwind Lake. I looked at the shore where I had left my mail armor. It felt good to finally peel it off my lithe body. Some days I wished for the old days when I could wear leather. The mail I wore these days just was not pliant enough for my liking. The cool water flowing over my naked body made my battle hot skin ti...
Vestalils looked left and right before sending a whistle to Azreal and drawing her bow. Azreal growled a little as he took of towards the troll. Her breath caught as a flow of excitement ran through her body. This always got her blood pumping. She could feel her body throb with excitement as Azreal ran towards the troll, reaching it and ripping part of the t...
If he had been asked, two weeks ago, the Librarian would have been shocked and offended at the intimation that he had anything in common with elves. He'd have bristled, wriggled his facial tentacles, and radiated a low level sense of offended, cattish disdain for the entire day. Librarian had been selected, after all, as the majordomo of Lord Winsom's estate...
Turron made his way through the humans' village with a poorly concealed sneer. Nakko, his security, trailed behind him, laughing at the chickens wandering the worn path. Both had strapped massive battleaxes across their backs in a show of peace. Without weapons in their hands they were, in their culture, technically unarmed. "Chickens?" the smaller minotaur...
Sally walked through the woods as she spend the day looking for old things. She was a history buff and heard of the things hidden in the woods. She had on her tight jean shorts and tight tank top. She was blonde and twenty. She was happy and was always on for a history walk as she called them. She came to an old, burnt out farm house. She walked up taking p...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story is erotic fantasy, set in a world of magic. This tale takes place in the same world as my core Danica story and all my other stories in Sci-Fi/Fantasy on Lit. The occasional use of "modern" measurements and such is a product of my fantasy world. I know most who read fantasy would probably prefer "leagues", "cubits", and "handsp...
This is the final chapter of Love Potion. It's been a wonderful learning experience both in storytelling and in prose and I came to realize a lot about my own style of writing in the process. I hope everyone's enjoyed it! ***** Well into the deep Stranglethorn jungles, Zul'raja and her party of volunteers had traveled past Ren'jai and Ithildess in their ef...
A/N: Beforehand, I'd like to apologize for the lack of any sexual theme toward the end of this chapter. Also, forgive the Scottish accent; I tried to at least portray it. * News spread around the divisions that Tom had been attacked by a slime, and when he went into the debriefing room four days after his case with Sohm, he had another horde of busybodies...
The stories in the "Celebrity" section of Literotica are all fictional parodies - none are true, nor are they approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country wher...
Now then, I was running a pretty fast gallop through those caves. The goblins were a few paces ahead of me, guiding me toward where they had taken Igred. I feared the worst as I sprinted along the rough stone, my footing nearly lost on more than one occasion on the uneven floor. My pace didn't slow, I was going to reach Igred as swiftly as possible or break...