This is my first story on Literotica, so let us see how it goes. No character in this story who is involved in a sexual act is below the age of 18. This story will contain sexual acts which are both willing and non willing by humans and non-humans, so if that is a problem I encourage you to either skip those parts or the story all together. This story does p...
Part two is here and i have to Thank Kira for her work once again. It is also a fun thing to write and know that people enjoy the stories and what not, but it has been brought to my attention that a friend who writes on this site had her work stolen and some jackhole was making money from it on amazon.com that sucks in so many ways. This is for your enjoymen...
Ch.3 Pt.02 Patience and the Cult Patience the High Priestess had embarked on a physical relationship with the Prince. She tried to limit it to the experience of sex, to regard it as a necessary lesson for her so she would understand the people she served, and also as a service to keep the Prince, and through him the King, pleased with her, so they would con...
It began with a little more groveling than usual. I was on my knees, of course, at her feet, serving her as a slave. To her amusement, my effort to try to live without her rule had been a disaster. It was not possible. The truth had been proven again: Once her slave, always her slave. I was hooked forever. It had been a long time since I had kissed her imp...
Despite being in a strange bed at a nearly-empty hotel, Christmas morning felt truly "right." I could hear the wind whistling past the window, and instinctively knew that virgin snow was falling upon the area. I was warm and cozy underneath the covers. And, most importantly, I was not alone. Megumi slept peacefully in my arms. I held a sleeping goddess,...
Author's note - this is chapter two of an ongoing story. To get to know the characters better, read the chapters in order :) *** I sat at my small desk at work, going through some routine clean-up work on the company databases. Unlike every other time I had performed this mind-numbing task, I had a smile on my face. Asta had given me another blowjob this m...
It was a cool night but I was sweating. It was a nervous sweat. Not the kind of nerves when you are going in for a job interview. No, this was much, much worse. I was here to meet my Goddess. She said we had to meet the next time I was in town, and I begged Her to agree to meet me in a public place. I wanted to do this to give Her some peace of mind. To al...
Part 10 of a 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) – from A to D, and occasionally up to and ultimately beyond the size depicted in Woody Allen's "Giant Breast" skit...
He awoke from his long nap when the plane touched down, and felt his stomach tingle. It wasn't from the landing, though: after several months of chatting with his Goddess, today was the day he would meet Her. He shifted in his seat, the butt-plug becoming uncomfortable after several hours' wear, and waited impatiently for the plane to taxi to the walkway whi...
Just as my Goddess predicted, I strutted out of that bathroom as proud as a peacock. Sure, I looked ridiculous wearing a black lace bra that was clearly visible under the threadbare white cotton t-shirt. Sure my face looked like a cross between a clown and a hooker with my whorishly painted red lips. And yes, I smelled like stale piss. You would too if you w...