Year Eight It began as a tingle, tentative and uncertain. Nothing definite and never quite detectable. It was a thought given flesh, a misgiving, something Seven had forgotten to remember. She tried to ignore it. But she wanted to remember it. She wanted the satisfaction of clenching the thought, identifying the sensation, even as a part of her warned agai...
That morning, Lily Hollister had woken up early. Four o'clock, well south of the usually noonish wake-up call of the idle rich. Her fingers brushed over her body, lightly touching the acres of bare skin inside her thin tanktop, her boxer shorts... her legs went forever before getting to the socks she wore like a mocking talisman of modesty. 'For warmth.' H...
Buffy finished up her patrol late that night and found herself on the way to Willow's house. She had told her mother she'd be having a sleepover there, mainly as an excuse to get out of the house, away from Dawn and Buffybot. A night of not being the Slayer or a daughter or a sister and just being her. Maybe she'd fuck Willow. Buffy shook her head. That wa...
Jean and Emma pressed into Scott's sides like they were two growling dogs, trying to get at each other through the fence of his body. Scott ran one hand down Jean's back, feeling out the swell where her trim waist became generous hips, a surprisingly rounded ass, and he patted it a little chidingly. "I love you," he told her, and felt Jean settle, nuzzling...
She came like a genie out of a bottle, almost less a part of the real world than something summoned by Peter's questing mind, his fantasies, his nightmare. It was December, bracing cold in the winter snow, even with the padding he wore underneath his spider-suit. He'd stopped on a rooftop momentarily to soak in the steam coming off a heating unit, rubbing wa...
They were friends, but Natasha rarely called Pepper. Categorical distrust of cell phones. Pepper didn't even have a picture associated with her number; just the anonymous silhouette. She'd had a picture for Natalie Rushman, but that had been a cover identity. Using it for Natasha was like... using a picture of Tina from Accounting before the gender-reassignm...
Getting onto the grounds of Wayne Manor was sinfully easy. All Selina had to do was slip between the bars of the gate. She wasn't even wearing a corset. Oh, she knew that Wayne Manor was even better guarded than the Hall of Justice, the whole thing an auxiliary line of defense for the Batcave underneath, a sort of early warning system that Bruce could and w...
"Is that an eyeball?" Voodoo asked, though her senses were confirming to her that yes, it was absolutely an eyeball. It even had that new eyeball smell. "Yeah!" Bryan said, as enthusiastic about disembodied body parts as he was about just about everything. "An eagle actually plucked it out of this guy's head, he had to get an eyepatch, Hank said it reminde...
"I have a thought," Giles said. He sat on the edge of the library's reading couch, his thick erection rising rigidly from a patch of black and silver pubic hair. "It seems to me that we have four people here, and that we're quite committed to oral sex as a sort of theme, if you will. Assuming there are extremes Mr. Harris and I would rather not go to, I assu...
The princess just couldn't take the thought of another suitor saying the same damn things, poems with the same damn rhymes, songs with the same damn chords, bouquets with the same damn roses. A feast of unappetizing meals, and despite her lack of hunger she had to eat one. Was it any wonder she'd run away? Not far. The establishment she found herself in was...