*Lady Ioshi and Satoru, the beginning The stallion pushed forward with a fury as it heard the screams and howls that came from the flaming compound. Ioshi rode the beast as it lunged forward, her weight a breath upon the horse's back as the steed hurried towards the mayhem. Her kimono floated around her lithe form like a misty halo, her pale skin and pert,...
This story is fictional as well as any names and people. All characters are over the age of 18. This story involves zombies and is a part 2 to Zombies Attack! After being requested by multiple fans. Please enjoy! No one knew how long it had been since the initial outbreak. No one really cared anymore either. How many years had passed by? It just got hot and...
You will want to read the first portion of this story to understand what is happening in this one. ... only to find her naked thighs instead. Jill cursed her current situation, and her temporary lapse in judgement. Instinct took over, honed from a dozen similar encounters in Raccoon city, and most recently from Africa. Grabbing a wooden beam, which was ab...
"There aren't a lot of Vampires out there, simply because this world cannot support too many of us, it's a simple matter of, well, Vampire mathematics," Rufus Brown said to his friend, Karl O'Malley. Seated inside the Taco Zulu bar and grill in the City of Durban, South Africa, the two men bantered amid the clientele made up largely of hipsters, college stud...
The sun shone brighter than it usually did in the dull brown sky over what was now known as the Eastern Plaguelands. The slow, constant clattering of hooves on cobblestone could be heard as a rider made their way through the plague-ridden lands, following the narrow path. Creatures watched her as she moved slowly, observing her surroundings. They were hidde...
Most of the common folk are perfectly content to simply cower before a necromancer and his undead horde. Well, "content" may not be the word they would use, but they still cower all the same, never appreciating the necromancer's effort. That's the problem with peasants, really. They see one shambling army of the unliving and think they've seen it all. No res...
I awoke to the devilish laughter of Dean echoing in my ears. Which promptly coalesced from dream memory to real world sounds of the twittering song of a woodland wren, or some such songbird. It was dawn already. Since the end of everything survivors tended to rise and retire with the dawning and setting of the sun and we counted the passing of days by the...
Hello! Ironically, I find lack of undead or zombie based erotic stories disturbing, so I decided to write one myself. I apologized for the poor quality of the writing. This is just a spur of the moment rewrite of something I had written in the past that is unedited and just going with the flow. Thank you! ***** Part 1 - The Encounter For Victoria, it was...
This was inspired by the Path of Evil Module for NWN2—little besides character names and abilities are used. ***** The story thus far: All three of the factions within the tower have been subdued, or destroyed. Major players in all three somehow turned out to be gorgeous female monsters. Thurlith had some fun with all of them, however, the keep is generall...
Vampire politics, I thought to myself with disgust as I looked at my would-be executioner, Cain Tremblay. The tall, red-haired and alabaster-skinned vampire whom I've known for ages lay on the ground, bleeding and spent but not quite dead. Not just yet. We were in Ottawa's Vanier Parkway, right by the water, on a quiet summer night. Looking at me with a fera...