Mrs. Barton was already there when Andrew arrived for his shift at 9:45, wearing her usual dress-black, elegant, modest and overly formal, covering her from neck to ankles. Save for a cursory "Good evening," she ignored him, busying herself with this and that, and she seemed even more sour and frustrated than usual, which made Andrew nervous. By late evenin...
In the dark history of the galaxy, there had been a great war. Suns had been used as weapons, while the younger races had been grabbed and thrown into the crucible of battle by the Great Ones and the Veil Keepers alike. Among them had been the Huntresses. Great legends of that time remained, even now into the modern era. Legends of Lin'zet and the spear of e...
Alexis woke the next morning in her own room, naked still but at least covered by the sheets. Some lucky souls were known to need a few moments before realization hit them. Alexis was not one of them, she was too impatient even for that. No, she knew she was in the mansion of Andrew, Lord of Solan. The same man who had been enchanted to have sex with her las...
Note: So here's something actually new I finally wrote. First of several parts set in a fantasy setting inside the Sim. This story involves very intense, physically impossible anal with an orc and has elements of Free Use. I think I actually structured the dialogue properly this time though tense is still fucked. The constant changes annoy me too now that...
Chapter 21 The blizzard arrived just before dawn, with enough force that it almost extinguished the bonfire despite the windbreak. Fergus trudged over to Sarette. "Come help me!" he shouted over the howling of the wind. "If we move the firewood and build another wall closer to the fire, it'll keep it from going out!" "I'll do it!" she yelled back. "You sh...
***I did my own editing on this one, so I apologize for anything I missed.*** Almost instinctively, Ethan called his hammer and spear to his hands. Alana made a beeline for the storage compartment where she'd stashed her bow and arrows. Anthiel drew her sword and a roll of leather. He felt the tingle of magic being used, then the roll of leather unrolled i...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Rev...
Amethyst Sunset: The world took nearly seventy-two hours for a full rotation. I sat on the beach alone watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon. Because of the leisurely pace I was able to observe the sunset through my mask in various spectra. It was my latest way of distracting myself from the growing negativity between the two princesses. My playtim...
Born in the frozen mountains of the north, suckled on a tit as hard and sharp as broken glass, and deflowered by a very, very endowed bear, Val of the North (as she was now called) was not a soft girl, despite her incredible beauty. Having lived in the cold mountains where the wind blew so cold it could freeze a man's blood, Val now felt little need for clot...
Svenk Blackscale was not a heroic member of House Bryaugh's space force. That would have been a remarkable trick for a kobold – even one that had the one tenth dragon blood that was required by the stern admirals and generals that led House Bryaugh's military forces. But as Svenk wasn't even a willing member of the space force, heroism felt like it was askin...