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Michael & I Ch. 03

by undead_grrl on Sep 15, 2017
NonHuman

A/N: Thanks for reading and tell me what you think :) ***** I'd pussed out like a bitch, there was no denying it. I had ran away from Michael with my tail between my legs. He'd certainly seemed harmless but... But how could I know for sure? I looked over at the sleeping Sara who'd I'd fucked until she had been too exhausted to go anymore. She lay on her...

Michael & I Ch. 06

by undead_grrl on Sep 15, 2017
NonHuman

It was a strange thing when my guilt hit me later that night. I hadn't expected to feel anything, at least, I had hoped I wouldn't feel anything. Unfortunately, the high I'd gotten from drinking Art's blood was leaving me and I was crashing hard. I stared at Isaac, asleep with his body tangled in my semen and blood covered sheets. I cautiously pressed my fi...

Michael & I Ch. 05

by undead_grrl on Sep 15, 2017
NonHuman

I felt dizzy from the gut-wrenchingly short amount of time that I'd been subjected to so much crazy. My dog was talking to me. I wanted to laugh at how insane it was like Isaac, or whatever his fucking name might be was still currently doing in an uproarious fashion. "What is funny about any of this?" I hissed starting to feel annoyed, again. "You take of...

Michael & I Ch. 04

by undead_grrl on Sep 15, 2017
NonHuman

My strength was leeching away fast and I could hardly stand. I wasn't even sure if the voice I'd heard was real or some hallucination created by my sick mind. The damp wash cloth certainly was real at least. It lay discarded on the floor beside where I'd collapsed. Could I have imagined it? The warm thighs that my head had rested upon. The tender caresses me...

Michael & I Ch. 02

by undead_grrl on Sep 15, 2017
NonHuman

By the time I reached my second apartment I was utterly exhausted. Carrying the extra weight for such a long distance wouldn't have affected me so greatly if it hadn't been so long since I'd last flown. The apartment was rented out under an alias and was located on the eighth floor with a small balcony. The last I'd been inside I'd left the balcony door unl...

Michael & I Ch. 01

by undead_grrl on Sep 15, 2017
NonHuman

A/N: This is my first time writing an original story here so I hope you enjoy :) I was working at O' Donovans'; a strip club that proclaimed itself as a "true gentleman's club" run by the two O' Donovan brothers. One was Dave, an anorexic pothead who was relatively harmless, the other was Phil a less harmless drunk who tried to feel up the girls and wou...

Undead and Tailpussy Chronicles

by SPARTAN047 on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

On request by Spazerz. *waves hands* Hello m8 i came upp with another scenario A ghoul and a manticore threesome.But both of them ask you this question.Blowjob or tailpussy? so whaddya think? Fetishes: blowjob, tailpussy, tailjob Tags: mamono, monster girl, monster girl encyclopedia, first-person, manticore, ghoul ******* Caves are scary. You know th...

Undead and the Lady in Red

by eCaldwell on Aug 30, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

As a child, for Halloween I always wore some off-the-shelf costume from the five-and-dime. During my junior year of college, such a chintzy costume wasn't suitable for the Halloween party my housemate and I were going to host. The 70s, the decade of the streaker, had just expired and I considered attending the party wearing nothing but running shoes and a sm...

Undead And Black In Texas

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

A lot of people wake up and curse their lot in life, thinking it's not easy to be in their shoes. Man, they should get over themselves already. If they're alive to complain, then things can't be that bad. If things were that bad, they wouldn't be around to complain. They'd be dead. Just take it from me, a dead guy. Well, technically I think I am undead. In m...

Undead Intercourse

by dandelion2007 on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

"Augustine, get away from the window someone may see you!" chides Maryanne from the closet still staring at the needlepoint in her lap. Augustine draws the heavy velvet drapes with a dramatic sigh tossing her iridescent curls over her shoulder. It is only from direct sunlight that the living dead can be fairly seen. But even in that regard, a mere human woul...