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  1. A figure in a witch-like uniform is humming as she ready to open her store. The elixir shop is one of many businesses that is on the rage these day since the attack of monster coming up frequently. A young girl smiled whenever she had a customer that decides to buy her potions. They never order her potions in one digit, their order always close to a hundred potions with various types of uses. It could be a healing potion, a strengthening potion, even she sold few sexual ones. Using few magic as helper to aid in hundred potion making order is just a flip of a hand as she is a pure-blooded witch. Some people do aware that there's a potion that can only be made by pure-blooded witch. The girl is one of the pure-blood witches that is existing in this world. It is unknown what does the elixir can do other than it can heal every sickness or even close fatal wounds. Its could have been just a rumor made by barkeeps or chattering housewives for some cases but they could have been real in the same time. The only mean to get such elixir is also special as there's nothing written about where to get it or even how to made it. Other than pure blooded witch, nothing seems come up. Unfortunately due to such rumor, many witch claim themselves could produce one as mere excuse so they can work in royalty while in reality, those elixir is just a water with flavor, nothing more. Some people hunt witches for this elixir even though they don't know a thing about this. The Witch Hunt is making the witches and wizard afraid and always live in fear even they don't know how. She know how to get the elixir to be made but she found out later that she can't get this herself. It was too embarrassing to say or write, and it could endanger the whole witch existence if it ever found out. The only hint she can give to is to the person that she like. People always get ahead of themselves and claim they would love her. They actually don't love her and said so with excuse of the payment that they will receive when the mission is done. The Witch knows this and lash out at the adventurers that only love her because of the rewards. She let out her anger until no remains that is left from them. Because few incidents that already happen and one of the remaining victims is escaping, her customers always order everything from The Witch by letter. The Witch said it herself to many barkeeps, guild masters, and shops keepers. She is also known as "The Mad Witch" because of the fact that she kills everyone who came to her and pretend to love her for her elixir. They will fall victim of her wrath if they did not abide the rules and keep being stubborn to come to her place, which the location is only known by the ones who she ask to come. Everything changed in one day when she was on the way to go home after looking for ingredients of her potions. She saw a wounded man in verge of dying laid under the tree when she is in the way to her home. She approach him until she saw his face, she feels like that person is familiar to her. She just decides to move his hair a bit and see his unconscious face, and she was shocked enough. She stepped back and close to her mouth for a while. "Oh my Goodness, Riki!" she said it quietly while her mouth is closed by her two hands. The man didn't give any reply and it seems that he's too injured to respond her calling. She desperately find way to heal him with some healing potions, but no avail. She tried to use her healing spells but also no sign of response, even the greatest spell can't make him awake. In the middle of desperation to save her childhood love, something is crossing her mind. That thing is the rumored elixir which can save anybody from fatal injuries and near-death experiences. 'Wait... What if I use the "elixir"?' she thought when "elixir" is crossing on her mind. She is thinking how to saved her long time crush and she just give the said "elixir" to the man who was her childhood friend and she decided to give it to him without any hesitation. She doesn't mind if it was his childhood crush and she admit it was embarrassing for her to do this, but she do it anyways by giving him the "elixir" directly to his mouth by open some of her clothes and directly make the man called Riki drink that directly from it source. The witch heard a ruckus coming from afar before she can see the effects of elixir on her body. It was something that is experimental and she hasn't have any proof yet. The ruckus was possibly came from his party, who were looking for him in the middle of forest after clearing a mission or two. She decide to left her childhood crush on the hand of fate because she was out of options and to avoid her discovery. The elixir itself doesn't guarantee if it is actually effective to be used since she only know it just some time ago theoretically by her mom's last journal . She never have a chance to proved that the elixir work and failed to meet his childhood crush again ever since. Many days has gone by through both lives and Marissa the "Mad Witch" decide it is the time to experiment on her elixir again. The problem is that according to the journal, The Witch can't get the elixir without any help, she also didn't find the last words of the elixir. 'Maybe, i just ask specifically for him? i don't know...' she thought to herself before decide to sent a missive to a barkeep, hoping it would reach him. She didn't know if her childhood crush is renown dragon slayer as she live very far from civilization. She could only silently pray and hoping nothing bad happen to him, realizing this fact. She can only hope that the letter reach the right guild, which has Riki the Dragon Slayer inside. -Present day "Here's your quest, kiddo!" a certain bald man in a white rug outfit in a certain bar says to the adventurer which has a spiky black hair and wears a black outfit with his signature black coat. He is sitting in the chair which is put in the front of the quartermaster's bar table and drinking a bottle of rum in the adventurer's guild. He is also giving some rum to random adventurers that come by to rest after they do their adventuring and find some wonders in the place. Adventurer like him come often to this guild for quests from helping the people, killing beasts, collect items, and so many things that they can do. He is one of them and his favorite quest is dragon slaying and goblin nest clearing, he is the specialist in both areas. Dragon slaying gives a huge amount of gold per slain dragons and goblin nest clearing is priced based on how much and what type of goblins that he killed also the nests tends to give a decent but not huge reward. But seeing from the paper today, it wasn't his ordinary dragon slaying quests nor goblin slaying. It was a collecting items quest, which the item is an elixir. "Hey, kiddo. This is a special quest just for you. The person said only you who are allowed to do this quest and that lady pays a lot of money just for you to do this quest, she doesn't mind if you do this quest repeatedly. Since you are technically selling the "elixir", we will price your reward based on the amount of elixirs that you gave to us." The bald person who is the quartermaster himself said while giving him another letter and seems he is teasing the adventurer due to his luckiness in his eyes. "Many adventurers know that if someone isn't the one she asks to come, they will die. So nobody is going to mess around and they are so J e a l o u s due to your luck. What a beautiful lady you got there. The quest also tells you to stay in the place at least a week before you do your job." The Quarter master teases as he said what those adventurers said but nobody is foolish enough to face one angry adventurer like him, since he is already a gold-level or maybe platinum-level if he is interested. He has the perfect mix of mana, mind, and body that maybe only one or two adventurers that is on par with him. He takes the letter and he is suspicious with who is the one sending him letter. In a nutshell the letter is to invite him to a hut in the middle of the forest in another area. Judging from their reaction this woman has a some connection to him that he isn't aware for now. The Witch named Marissa was greeted by someone with the letter that no other was sent by her. The Dragon Hunter named Riki is standing in front of Marissa, Marissa knew that Riki is her long time crush that is is alive after that fatal wounds many times ago.
  2. Mr.X

    erotica Milky Office Date

    A black haired guy in his usual black office uniform is sitting in his chair and typing something in his laptop. It seems he is working on some projects that his office will need and it will give profit for both parties if the execution was right. There is a cup of coffee that he is already drink for his own extra energy when working some heavy things as this. It was lucky that he got some coffee and he have a secretary that helps him on doing his work. Even he knows well how troubled his member down there every time he calls her, wee remembering "Camilla, I have a question for you. Can you come here in a minute?" He called his secretary or maybe his future couple which maybe is besides him or His job is done for now as he is already type the last word and drink his last sip of coffee for a while. He is already done with the project and send it via email to his partner which located in the other office. He is actually planning to ask Camilla for a walk together later in the evening and going to the love hotel in the night while he is already bought a pair of matching rings which he put in his suit pocket. Camilla is a purple curly haired woman in her red shirt and miniskirt that is still in the middle of her work. She is almost finished doing her work in the office and she is already on the last page of the project proposal. This day has been stressful for her because the amount of the work she needs to do right now and the less time she needs to take a break. The next project requires both parties to do their job properly and check every single word that she and her boss is typing there. Not including what is her breasts doing in the middle in this Camilla thinks to take off her heels and take a long relaxing bath when the job is done and she is home already. Camilla heard her name come from the boss's office, which is no other than Alex himself. "Wait until I finished my printing, boss!" She said while she has done with the documents that she needs to type and starts to print them before arranging them in a folder. Few minutes has passed and she already arrange she put the last documents in the folder then went back to the adjacent room. "I'm finished with my job boss, and here I am you looked for me Alex? What do you need now?" She asked in seductive tone while try to impress him with her pair of big boobs. Alex is just focusing on Camilla's bouncing breasts while she is walking, but he is too clever to make it obvious and his eyes just seeing on her eyes. He just closing one of computers because he is really done with the job, and he is already print the needed files and put them in the folder. It is almost evening and he is thinking of asking Camilla to have a walk with him while it is actually a date for him with Camilla. He has planned all of these from today but he just don't let it to become an obstacle when he is working so he can keep his project in line and only plan about the date just now. "How's the work? Do you think it will a success?" He asked to Camilla while his actual plan is to bring her on some date before he is bringing her to a love hotel and do what they will do there. He is already preparing his "things" to execute his plan in the night in his bag. In his bag there is a bunch of sex toys, some apparatus, a camera and its tripod, and maybe some lotions that he need to for making Camilla as his woman, which he doesn't aware that is her wish to be dominated by him and being fucked senseless by her own boss. "The work is so tiring, Alex, I just want to relax at my home today, and I think the project will be a success" Camilla said while approached her head and leaned against the edge of the desk, this move allowed the miniskirt to rise slightly and to show the lace guepiere which held up her stockings, trying to seduce him also with a wink. She is unaware that he is going to make her wish into come true yet she keeps making such movements to make her boss, this thing is a habit of her to make her boss became closer to her. She knows that this is something that is kind of betraying herself but she know in her heart there is an untold scar. "I think we will discuss it privately somewhere if you have some time. Do you have your time this evening?" He asked to Camilla as he is already ready for his plan on dating her and of course, owning her to become his. He is seeing her as his future couple or wife that maybe some of them are based on his lust to girls with sexy body as her, but he also sees her as someone that he wanted to make happy in longer term and not to mess up just because of his lust . It seems seducing enough to make his member almost awake but he realize that they are still in the office. "I don't think we should spend more time discussing other details. Unless these details coincide with a dinner, a glass of wine and a relaxing bath with friends." Camilla licked her lips and leaned towards Alex. She is leaning her flourishing boobs to her boss but still on a safe distance. These big pairs were straining the buttons of the red shirt she had chosen that morning, but those buttons still can hold her large fun bags that soon will be fall into her boss' hands . She is maybe catching some codes behind of her boss words and she is guessing that he is going to ask her for a date and not discussing about her work. "Great to hear that, Camilla." He said while he is stand up and taking his bag that filled by "toys" and some "things" for his plan tonight, which maybe will make him successfully executing his plan tonight in a love hotel when she leaned against the edge of desk. He take a bit of view in her thighs and some lace that holding her stockings, well there is no man that can resist such thighs unless they aren't attracted to a lady. "Of course, a dinner for two is my plan for you, I could buy a glass of a wine. About the bath with a friend, maybe I shouldn't do that with you, except if you don't mind..." He charmingly said the few last parts and holding Carmilla's chin with his right thumb and index finger gently and make her face look to his face for a bit. Alex take a peek to the Camilla's seductive lips which he will kiss tonight before then he release his hands from her chin gently. Carmilla just silent and smiled seductively when her chin is being held by her boss, seems seeing his boss' handsome face is something good. 'It's not long before I lay my hand to those melons and peaches.' he thought while stealthily take a peek on her shirt which almost can't hold her breasts and her butts which almost make her skirt lift due to its size. "Let's go together shall we?" He ask politely to Camilla for both of them to go to dinner or his date before he executing his plan and give his ring which already in his suit pocket to her, but she didn't know the plan yet. Camilla will enjoy what is he going to plan and Alex is going to enjoy the night, even both are not aware with what they are going to do and how they react.
  3. It is the Year of Our Lord 1738 and homosexual men are prosecuted and executed for just being themselves. The sinister organization known in polite society as the Reformation of Manners has been disrupting the so called "Molly Clubs" social clubs were gay, bi, queer, and transgender men congregate and express themselves and seek love. Their formerly joyous celebrations have been destroyed by undercover agents and their culture is dying under a reign of suspicion and tyranny. Though the darkness consumes the homosexual community, and society refuses to even speak of homosexuality out loud, leaving young queer men without any context for the things they feel, affection and hope still find their way, love still exists and thrives even so. In the manor of a country lord, far from the persecution of the big cities, a marriage has taken place between the young handsome Lord Cia Helmcare and his new bride Billie a "girl" from one of the villages in his domain. The secret marriage is exceptional not only because it crosses social status lines but because Billie isn't actually a girl.....
  4. "It's gone?" Abaddon The Despoiler snarled lowly, the sound barely enough to be heard over the growl of his thick Terminator plate as he gestured towards the distant black spire that pierced the horizon. "How is that possible?" He inquired simply. Kel'Kane, Exalted Sorcerer of the Thousands Sons, knelt before the Warmaster in much smaller and more streamlined Power Armor, though his own warplate was just as ornately decorated. "It is, and I assume because someone took it before we slaughtered our way here." He replied just as simply. The Warmaster reflexively flexed the huge Talons of his Power Claw, a weapon that had once tasted the blood of the Emperor Himself when worn by Horus Lupercal. To Kel'Kane's ethersight the ancient weapon shone with a painfully bright golden light, remnants of the Emperor's flesh, tiny drops of dried blood, still bleeding a shocking level of power after ten thousand years. "Very well, then two paths lie before us now according to the Prophecy. In one I am slain by this power and the Imperium is saved from my Black Crusades, in the other I or my forces defeat the power and I break Cadia and cut the Imperium in half with the greatest warp storm ever seen." He turned towards Kel'Kane. "You know which future I prefer." "I shall make it happen." Kel'Kane said. "By any means necessary." Another leader may have given a speech emphasizing the dire and vitally important nature of the task but Abaddon did not waste words, Kel'Kane was the one best suited to this task and he would succeed or he would fail, speeches were unnecessary. Kel'Kane knew if he failed he would die alongside Abaddon and lose everything. He would not fail.
  5. Buio

    erotica Our Dancing Demons

    Part I: A Summoned Power This wasn't right. None of this was right. She'd wanted a familiar. Not whatever the hell this ogre was. It had been the better part of an hour since she'd stopped thinking about if she'd gotten a rune wrong or if she'd mispronounced part of the incantation or maybe forgotten some cosmic date or errantly performed her ritual on some unknown ley line. She'd not been given the luxury of considering such frivolities with this brutish demon in her presence. From the beginning, he hadn't needed to say anything. From the moment that his rippling, red skinned, nude form materialized out of the gathered shadows at the centre of her magical circle... From the moment his evil eyes froze the blood running through her veins and the tug of a smile at the corner of his lips caused her to instinctively pull her legs closer together in defence of her sex, she knew. She'd barely had the time to take a hesitant step backwards before the monster had sprung towards her closing the distance between them in an instant. With the same inhuman speed he'd seized her by the throat and effortlessly lifted her off her feet, flashing a fang-filled grin up at his new captive. She had tried to kick, to scream, to wiggle free and fight back in whatever way she could, but it was more reactionary than anything. He was impossibly stronger and faster than her, and the haphazard blows that managed to connect with his iron skin barely seemed to even tickle the masculine demon as he held her in the air and smiled. She felt the precious oxygen she needed rapidly spend itself in her body—his iron grip preventing her from drawing in more air—and she began to lose strength as he reached up and tore her sleeveless blouse clean off her. With her breasts now bare in front of him, the demon expectantly licked his smiling lips with an inky black, sinuous tongue. He let her suddenly drop just as her thoughts were getting muddled by lack of air, causing her to collapse at his feet when she was incapable of properly catching herself. She'd hardly been given time to cough and gasp for air before she felt his clawed hand take her by the hair and pull her up to her knees. He wasted no time in pushing the head of is all-too-fat and quickly stiffening member into her mouth. She tried to pull away, tried to bite down, but nothing allowed her to resist him. He held her tightly in place as he gripped both her hair and her jaw, and the leathery flesh that covered his bitch-breaking cock seemed to hardly even dent under the pressure of her teeth. So she was forced to feel her jaw nearly dislocate and her throat distend as he pushed his flesh into her mouth and down her windpipe, sliding forth until her nose was pressed against his hairless pelvis. Soon enough she had no will to try and fight back against the throat fucking that ensued. Not only did she know it was futile, she was too busy trying to keep herself conscious by drawing in what air she could every time he pulled back, knowing that the following thrust of his rigid meat would completely stuff and block her windpipe. She resigned herself to his brutality, crying from the shame and the pain of his roughness, and she knew without having to look up at him and his evil smile that that was exactly what all of this was about. After all, he didn't cum. Whether it was because he couldn't or wouldn't, she didn't know, but the way he fucked her face wasn't centred around his physical gratification. He was breaking her in. Making her into his toy. Playing with her life as well as her body each time he stuffed himself entirely down her abused throat and held himself in place until her lungs burned for air and her eyes began watering afresh. This was the time where she made herself think about what she might have done wrong, what could have gone awry in her spell. Not because she had any hope of fixing it, but because she wanted something, anything, to distract from the sensations she was being subjected to: the taste, the smell, the pain. Thinking about her magic, useless as it was to her now, was at least some form of escape as she resigned herself to the raping of her mouth. Of course, he didn't allow for that for very long. His rough thrusts and choking girth made sure that she wouldn't be able to consistently block out his presence as he made play of her throat for that long quarter hour. When the mental and physical numbness finally started to settle in despite the treatment, he deprived her of air again, for much longer this time. She had grown used to to the practice in a sense, knowing it was just another tactic to make her fold. This time however, with how he refused to pull out even as she started howling and struggling, hitting against his thighs and desperately attempting to bite down through the log of meat keeping her from live-saving air, she became scared. As much as she tried to rationalize that the beast only wanted her submission, part of her began to scream in her mind that this was really the end, she was going to lose consciousness and never wake up thanks to this fucking monster. She had been wrong. It wasn't her submission he wanted. It was that fear. When he pulled out and she was finally allowed to breathe again, she was too distracted with choking and gasping for air to even notice his hand coming for her. she was entirely caught off guard by the meaty palm that struck against her cheek and sent her to the floor. Somehow, she didn't yelp nor cry. The first was probably because her throat felt too sore to attempt much of any sound now. The second... maybe because she knew so much worse was yet to come. He picked her up off the floor by her hair again, making her stand to her feet though she was still only at eye level with his chest. He then grabbed her by both arms, pinning them to her sides and lifting her up in the air effortlessly. He handled her with the ease of a throw pillow as he moved her over to her bed and pinned her down onto her mattress, quickly straddling her. She'd always known this was coming, but feeling him grab at the back of her skirt and tear out a hole with his clawed hands she felt... compelled in a way to try and resist. To yell out whatever protest and expletives her hoarse throat could manage, to try and wiggle free from his grasp, to look back at him with what hate and defiance she could though her misty eyes. Consciously, she knew it would avail to nothing but... perhaps somewhere deep in her mind, it wasn't pride that motivated her, but the fear of what more he would do to her if he didn't get the reaction he wanted out of her: if she made him feel he wasn't hurting her enough already. He just smiled, lay himself on top of her, and shoved the massive member into her terrified pussy by force. She couldn't help but whine out in pain through gritted teeth as the incomprehensibly large cock pierced her and spread her wider and deeper than anything she had ever felt before. He was too big, too strong, too fat. She felt like her insides were displacing and her womb made to collapse as he forced her body to accommodate his otherworldly dick. She was no virgin, not by a long shot, but nothing she'd ever had could have prepared her for how it felt to have this mistake she had summoned into her world turn her womanhood into his breeding hole. Holding himself flush against her, she could feel the heat of his smokey breath against her as he pulled back slowly, and thrust himself deep back into her a few times. Slamming her down into her sheets with the weight and power of his hips with every plunge, she couldn't remain silent and he delighted in the mindless, choked squeals that came from her every time. She didn't fully know what made her tears flow more at that moment: the pain of his rough domination, or the guilty knowledge that despite all of this, despite how everything was happening completely opposite to how she'd hoped, a sick part of her deep within was somehow feeling pleasure from having such a hot, meaty cock abuse her and dominate her. She didn't want this, she hated this, hated this monster that played with her and raped her. And yet, she feared that the otherworldly creature could somehow smell the craving coming from her. That somehow he... it knew that her body was aching for more in stark defiance of everything her mind screamed. It had to be just her body. She couldn't really be wanting this. Whether the demon knew or not, it didn't voice it, and she imagined that the knowledge or lack thereof wouldn't have changed what it did next anyways. Buried deep into her, he shifted his position to be up on his knees, and pulled her back by one of her arms for leverage while he began rocking his hips back and forth rapidly. Scraping at her insides with his bitch breaker with every thrust and retreat, he made her produce intelligible moans and whines as she grit her teeth and clenched onto the bedsheets with her free hand. He was too much, too rough, too big, too deep, too good, too rough! She whined and cried and wished for him to sow down, to pull out, to leave, to let her forget and drown away the mistake of this night. She didn't want to feel this any more, the way he split her apart like nothing she could have imagined. She couldn't bear to hear the squelching of her sopping pussy as he raped her to his heart's content. She closed her eyes, tried to send her mind somewhere else, divorce it from this body of hers that betrayed her so and didn't let her fight off this aggressor, but he would have none of it. While he held her wrist and kept her back arched with his left hand, he craned the right one up in the air and began repeatedly slapping her ass hard while he fucked her. She'd have thought he was holding nothing back, but if that had been the truth he would have been carving chunks of flesh out of her easily with his super human strength. No, he wanted her in one piece, clearly, because he didn't so much as draw blood. He just hurt her, over, and over again. All he wanted was her pain, her fear, and her sorrow as she was made to understand that her life, her body, and her very will were now his. He grunted and smiled each time he slapped her. Did her clenching body feel good wrapped around his demonic meat? Or did he just love the flashes of searing pain he was subjecting her to each time? Was there eve much of a difference to this beast? His claws scraped against her, his palms left her reddened, his grip made her feel like he would turn her wrist into gelatin, and she could only whine, moan, and cry, while she looked back at the monster and wondered how much would be enough, when he would finally be satisfied. It wasn't over quickly, he made a mess of her pussy and abused it without rest for at least twice as long as he had worked her throat. She knew because he brought her back to attention in whatever way he wanted any time she tried to block out what was happening to her, at one point even roughly shoving a clawed thumb into her asshole to bring her back to attention. His lust for her emotional suffering clearly knew no end. However, she eventually did get an answer to her previous question concerning whether he hadn't cum in her throat due to lack of will or lack of capacity. Little had come in the way of warning from the brute, but she recognized full well what was happening when his thrusts became more and more pronounced for a few seconds, and he then sheathed himself completely in her while his thick meat twitched inside and she felt a sickening warmth spread through her. The size of his load was entirely as massive and inhuman as the demon was himself, making her feel like a geyser was erupting inside her womanhood. Sore and abused as she was, the sorceress still knew that she was feeling his thick seed spurt out the sides of her pussy around his twitching cock from how violent his orgasm was, and she found herself desperately hoping that she at least would be graced with the mercy of being incapable of bearing the demon's children. It felt good, she had come to accept, much like his power over her, but that didn't mean she was ready to become his breeding sow. As he seemed to be winding down and slid himself out somewhat, she looked back to him with the pain and hatred she knew he wanted to see, and felt her heart sink as her eyes met with his. He wasn't done, she could tell. Tonight was not yet over, and tonight would still only be the beginning of her servitude. This wasn't right. None of this was right. She had wanted a familiar, a servant to help her uncover more about the dark arts. Instead, here she was, poised to be this brute's slave and plaything for however long he found her entertaining. She hated it. She had to hate it. Nothing of who or what she once was would remain if she didn't tell herself that she hated all of this, no matter how good it felt to be hurt by him.
  6. LadyAwesome713


    Hi~ Thanks for clicking~ I am currently in the mood - no pun intended - for a completely smut FxF or MxF RP. I want there to be a little of story development in the beginning of course, but for the most part, this is all smut. I can play either Dom or Sub, and I don't have much of a preference really. Bondage is a must. Nothing too crazy or intense and not a lot of pain- these are my favorites: ~Orgasm Control (Denial\Forced\Ruined) ~Voyeurism & Exhibitionism ~Tied & Blindfolded ~Some Electro Play (Toys that give small shocks) ~Toys (vibes are preferred, but not limited to) ~Teasing ~Nipple Play ~Light Punishment What you can expect from me and what I prefer in a partner: ~I am semi-lit and have a one paragraph minimum. I CAN write more than that if my partner is more into the longer replies. I don't line one or two line responses; I need something to work off of. ~I can respond a few times a week at the least. I do work full time and am a full time student, so some days are easier to respond than others. But I can usually get back to you in a few days. ~Proper grammar, spelling, punctuation, etc. are appreciated, however, I know that people make mistakes and I'm not going to rage because you missed a few periods. ~COMMUNICATION - If you don't like something that's happening, let's change it! I want us both to be enjoying!! Pairings & Plots ~***Tentacle Creature x Human (I have a seriously HUGE craving for this.) ~Slave x Master ~Kidnapper x Kidnapped (Okay - I don't mean a rape scenario. That's a hard no for me. BUT I do enjoy when one character is reluctant and therefore is struggling against the other person, but secretly ends up loving it and does everything in their power to keep it from the other person.) ~Bad Girl x Good Girl (Maybe the good girl owes the bad girl some money, or refuses to do her homework, or something like that and has to be taught a lesson. I'm open to just about anything.) ~Cheerleader x New Girl (Maybe the cheerleader is showing the new girl her place, or she's jealous that the boys are all drooling over her, something like that.) ~Neko x Human (I prefer being the human, but I am willing to play the Neko.) ~Best Friends (I was thinking something along the lines of two friends make a bet, one loses and has to be the other's slave for a day.) ~Thief\Spy\Assassin x Homeowner (One character breaks into the home of another - could be to steal something, or could be a hired gun to gather information on them, or is there to kill them. They get caught and the homeowner does whatever she needs to to get the truth out of her.) Those are just my favorites. If it's not on the list, that doesn't mean I'm not open to it! Feel free to throw some ideas at me! HARD NO'S: ~Rape (see kidnapper x kidnapped scenario above) ~Incest ~Age-play (I'm not into teacher x student, babysitter x parent, that kind of stuff) ~Vore\Gore\Anything that goes into the toilet ***For a complete list, here's my F-List: <Mod Note: Removed Link as per Section 14, Section 1> ***And my BDSM Test results: https://bdsmtest.org/r/e3UpYzdj I think that's about it. I'm always open for discussing ideas, so don't be afraid to speak up! If you've stuck around until now, then PM me and let's chat!
  7. PolkovnikRybalko

    erotica Old Friends

    I climbed the steps to the secluded house in good cheer. I hadn’t seen Matt in almost 20 years, since the summer between our freshman and sophomore years in college. It wasn’t that we didn’t like each other; I thought he was great. But for differing reasons, neither of us was good at keeping up with people. I rang the bell. A woman answered it. She wore a maid’s outfit that might not clear customs at the border of scandalous. The skirt was so short that bending over at all was sure to display her panties, assuming she was wearing any, and it displayed her cleavage prominently. She would have been six inches taller than I before putting on the four inch heels, but was obviously about my age. Very attractive, mind you, in an aristocratic way but in a mature way. It was quite a spectacle to greet one when renewing acquaintances with an old friend. I smiled at the sight of her. “You must be Heather.” Her voice was proper, but she posed herself in a way that dripped sex. “Indeed.” I’m sure I smirked. She stood aside, holding the door and motioned for me to enter. “The Master is in the living room and asked me to show you there. Let me take your bag.” After closing the door, she took the lead. I watched her ass twitch as she walked. “You look familiar. Do I know you?” she asked, a bit timidly. “You should. We went to high school together.” *** Six months earlier, I’d been sitting at an outdoor café, waiting to meet an attorney. I’m normally a very patient person, but I drummed my fingers on the table in anticipation. She was late. I didn’t really have any legal questions other than some fiction I had concocted. I had an entirely different purpose in mind. Finally, the click-clack of a professional woman’s shoes approached from behind me, and the lawyer in question sat down across from me. “Heather Colquitt?” “That’s me,” I replied. The sun shone directly over her shoulder, preventing me from getting a good look. She sat down. “So,” she said brusquely, “you need help with a patent.” I nodded, examining her carefully now that I could see her. She’d changed, but not enough to keep her from resembling the Amy Colston I remembered. Her blonde hair was in a much more expensive cut, the gray silk suit was nothing like jeans and a t-shirt and her eyes were mostly hidden by a pair of designer sunglasses, but the face was the same. I’d lusted after her as a teenager, and was already starting to do so again in middle age. Her laptop landed on the table and she opened it up. “I usually prefer to meet in my office, but I suppose this will do.” She still hadn’t really looked at me. “You mentioned something about subliminal persuasion on the phone.” “Yes. I have a way of convincing people to do something that you want them to do. I don’t know that it’s really subliminal. That just seemed like the best way to describe it in shorthand.” She reached over and picked up her water. I watched in triumph as she took a swallow. Amy looked at me with an obviously skeptical expression. “Subliminals don’t work. That’s been shown over and over again.” “Oh, no. This really works. It could be worth a fortune to the advertising industry.” I could almost see her wondering why she’d even taken this meeting. I could have answered that for her, but then it went directly to the claim I’d made. The funny thing was that I’d spoken the truth. I really did have a way to make people do things I wanted, as she was about to learn. The only bit of dishonesty was that it would never, ever go to a patent office. *** Amy’s ass led me to a room decorated in a modern style, all chrome, glass and black leather. Dust and disorder were nowhere in sight. Matt Reynolds stood up as we entered. He’d put on weight and his hairline had drifted backwards a couple of inches, but otherwise looked just the same. “Heather!” He stepped forward, holding out his hand. “It’s great to see you.” I ignored the offer to shake hands and stepped up to embrace him. He returned the hug enthusiastically. “Sit down,” he insisted when we parted. “God, we have a lot of catching up to do.” I accepted the invitation, noting that Amy stood to his side, within easy reach. “Indeed. What have you been up to? It certainly seems to pay well.” He shrugged. “I guess. First, would you like something to drink?” “That would be fabulous. Could I get a vodka Collins?” Matt grinned. “Of course.” He looked up at Amy, simultaneously running one hand up the back of her thigh, producing a shiver. “Slut, fetch our guest her drink and I’ll have a bourbon.” He delivered the insult casually, as if without thinking, but it produced a brief flush of shame in its target. The maid bowed slightly. “Yes, Master.” She left the room, still emphasizing her butt. We caught up briefly. Matt was in tech, some sort of network engineer. I didn’t pursue, because playing to stereotype, I don’t understand computers at all. It really is genetic, but not so much because I’m a girl. I claimed that I was research psychologist, which is close enough to being true that it’s really just a fudge. Amy returned with two glasses on a tray before I had to go into detail. I stopped talking to watch her. She bent over far more than was necessary to set the vodka on the table next to me, ensuring I could look down her bodice. It was impressive. When she did the same for Matt, I saw that my surmise about the panties was correct. They even looked a bit damp, which did nothing for the dryness of my own. “Is that who I think it is?” I asked unnecessarily when she had returned to her station. Matt laughed. “Oh, yes. Amy Colston, indeed. Slut, this is Heather Colquitt. I’m sure you remember her from Groverdale High as well as you do me.” She turned a bright crimson. “Really?” I put as much surprise into my voice as possible. “Actually,” Matt continued, “she’s the reason I tracked you down and invited you to stay with me for a weekend.” He stroked her thigh again. “She just showed up one day a few months ago. Said she was really sorry for the way she’d treated me in school.” He looked up at her as his hand slid between her legs. “What was it you said again?” *** I watched with satisfaction as Amy drank the rest of her water. Now the deed was done. “You don’t recognize me, do you?” She looked at me sharply, studying me for the first time. “I go by Genevieve Étrange now, but it’s really just kind of a stage name. I’m Heather Colquitt.” I watched her think for a moment, then recognition. “From Groverdale? Really?” She put on a fake smile that would fool most people. “It’s great to see you.” “Cut the shit.” I felt angry all of a sudden. “You were a bitch then, you’re a bitch now, and you couldn’t care less that I’ve reappeared.” Amy pursed her lips. “Then maybe you should find a different attorney.” She started to close her laptop. “No,” I snarled, “you’re exactly the lawyer I want. I certainly didn’t call you at random.” She closed her bag. “Well, I’m not going to work for you.” I snorted. “I never intended to have you work for me.” I emphasized the last word. *** Amy squirmed in both humiliation and arousal. “I said that I was sorry, Master. That I’d been having dreams about you. I said that I felt very guilty about teasing you and,” she bit her lip and stumbled over her words. “And that, you know, that time that we molested you.” I sat up in genuine surprise. That was a story he’d never shared with me. “The only way I could make it up to you was to become your slave. To let you use me in any way you wanted. I said that I wanted, no, needed you to humiliate me.” Tears leaked out of her eyes. That did nothing to control my own sexual excitement. I was drinking my vodka collins faster than I had intended. Matt had a look of wonder on his face. He clearly still didn’t believe his good fortune. “I’ll be damned if she hasn’t done it, too. She’ll do anything I want.” I could see the skirt moving as he played with her pussy. “Isn’t that right, slut?” “Yes, Master,” she gasped. He suddenly removed his hand, producing only a look of loss on Amy’s face. His fingers came away glistening with moisture, and he held them up before his slave. As she bent to suck them clean, he looked at me. “Well, once I realized this was for real, I had to find you. You wanted a piece of her ass as badly as I did back then, and deserved it as much as I do.” I nodded. I had certainly hoped that he’d give me this chance. “You’re damned right I wanted her. Thank you.” I was almost bouncing in my seat at the prospect of finally abusing Amy myself. “May I play with her?” I smirked. “I’m sure you’d like to watch.” He laughed again. “Oh, indeed I would. As soon as she gets us another round of drinks, nothing would please me more.” With a slap on her bottom, he sent Amy on her way. We sat in silence while she was gone, but couldn’t keep the grins off of our faces. It was a bit odd, as this sort of thing wasn’t exactly new to me, but I blame my lack of professionalism on the fact that I had really hated Amy for a long time. As for Matt, he wasn’t really himself on the subject. *** Amy fidgeted with her bag. “I’ve had enough.” I laughed at her. “You didn’t believe my claims. So, let’s give you a demonstration. Go ahead. Leave.” I sat back and watched her dither. I was impressed that she at least managed to stand up. There aren’t very many who have that much willpower. It was as far as she got, though. “What’s happening?” Fear edged into her voice. “Sit down and I’ll explain.” She complied with a thump. “As I said, I can make you do what I want. At first it was only a little compulsion to take this meeting with me, but with what I put in that water you drank, the sky is pretty much the limit now.” “I’ll scream.” “No you won’t. In fact, I think you should shut up and just listen.” Her mouth snapped closed. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. Actually, you’re my master piece. Literally. Once you are a finished product, I graduate from being a journeyman to a master. We still use the old system in my profession. “Ask me what I do for a living.” “What do you do for a living?” she complied. “I’m a witch.” *** When Amy returned with a second round, I stood up. “Put them down and stand in front of me.” She did what I’d ordered. I reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her face down to mine. I kissed her savagely, forcing my tongue into her mouth as she struggled to keep her footing. She stumbled when I released my grip, but stayed on her feet. I walked behind her and kicked the inside of her foot. Not hard, but enough to sing. “Spread your legs; bend over; grab your ankles.” I watched as the fabric of her panties stretched tightly over her mound. I pressed my thumb against the silk, feeling its dampness. “This turns you on, doesn’t it?” “Yesssssss.” It ended in a hiss. I drew back my hand and spanked her hard. She rocked, but impressed me by staying on her feet. “You will address me as Mistress. Understood?” “Yes, Mistress,” she replied hastily. I slipped a finger inside her panties and probed the hot, wet hole underneath. “This really turns you on. Do you like being humiliated?” “Yes, Mistress,” she groaned. “That must be a lot of guilt you’re feeling, isn’t it?” I slid my finger down, feeling her coarse pubic hair, and brushed my nail against her clit. She jumped and produced a sharp squeak. “Yes, Mistress.” “Well then, if you’re so guilty, you need to be punished, don’t you?” I withdrew my touch. She rocked back, trying to follow my hand, but failed. “Yes, Mistress.” **** The bitch clearly wanted to respond to that, but couldn’t make her mouth work properly. All that emerged was a whine. “A black witch.” Under the table, I forced her feet apart with my own. “About as black as it gets, really. I put spells on people to break their will. I reduce them to sniveling, pathetic helplessness. Then I train them. Transform them into dutiful little slaves. And then I sell them.” I lifted my left foot into her chair and pushed it up her skirt. “You can’t do that kind of thing too often. People would notice. So there are two choices, really. Some of us prey on the homeless or the marginal. The kind of people no one will miss.” Very gently, I stroked her crotch with my toe. “They’re not good for anything specialized, of course, but even unskilled slaves can be used for all sorts of thing. You might be surprised to know how many of the manual laborers you see have actually been conditioned. But that sort of thing is low margin, and you have to do a lot of volume to really get ahead. “I do a different kind of work. Much more specialized. I work the high value end of the field. Once I’m a master, I can work on things like suborning politicians, making them completely compliant to so some interest. Up to now, I capture professionals.” She began to whimper as my ministrations began to combine with the potion she’d consumed to produce arousal. And fear. Delicious, delicious fear. It was one of the things about my job that I savored. “Lawyers seem to be particularly popular. Attorney/client privilege has nothing on the kind of secrecy I can enforce. “But let’s face it. The real money is in sex slaves. You have no idea how much some people will pay to have their own personal toys.” She looked around, hoping no one could see. I pushed against her crotch, forcing the chair away from the table, revealing more. No one would notice. I’d taken care of that already, but she had no way to know that. “And that brings us to you. We have a rule. A masterpiece can’t be done for money, and it can’t be done at random. It’s personal. Really, I couldn’t think of anyone I wanted to do this to more than you. Take that as a compliment, if you will. Of all the people I’ve ever met, you stand out above all of the others as the one I most want to destroy.” I sighed. “My foot is getting tired.” I pulled it away from her. “Put your hand down your skirt and masturbate for me. I want to watch you do yourself.” *** I turned to look at Matt. He had an intense look on his face, and I could see his cock straining against his slacks. “Enjoying the show?” He nodded. “Yeah.” His voice was hoarse. “You’re good at this.” “I spend time in the BDSM community.” That was kind of true. “Fun to put it to use for real.” I caressed Amy’s thigh through the silk of her stocking. “You’re giving your master a big hard-on,” I told her. “That’s a very naughty thing to do. Are you prepared to fix it?” “Yes, Mistress,” she groaned. “Good. But we’re not quite ready yet. Get on your hands and knees and crawl over to my bag.” She complied, still managing to shake her rump in an enticing way. I was pleased to note that she didn’t assume anything else about my instructions and didn’t touch my luggage. Matt was doing damned well for an amateur. “Now, unzip the long pocket on the right side. You’ll find several things in there. You’ll become acquainted with all of them over the next few days, but right now I just want the short, brown leather braided whip.” I suddenly realized I’d erred, and hoped Matt was too busy enjoying himself to ask why I’d come equipped. Amy pulled out the whip, wincing at the sight of some of the other instruments. She crawled back to me and held it up for me to take. I did so, then squatted down behind her. “Matt, have you ever had a woman give you a blow job while she’s being beaten? The sensation of her screaming while your cock is in her mouth is really quite exquisite.” He shook his head. I flipped Amy’s skirt up, and then pulled her panties down to mid-thigh. They clung to her cunt briefly, then separated, leaving a trail of moisture between them. It took a few seconds for it to snap. “Now, slave, here is what is going to happen. You are going to crawl over to your master. You are not to let those panties slip down to the floor. You will unzip his pants and pull out his dick. You will then give him the best blow job you have ever performed. He seems very close to blowing his stack already, but you are not to let him cum until I tell you to.” I smiled at Matt. “Is that absolutely clear?” “Yes, Mistress.” “The whole time, I am going to be beating your ass. Hard. As I said, I want you to scream.” I leaned forward and jerked her head back by her hair, forcing her to look up at me. “If you accidentally bite his cock while I whip you, I will subject you to pain you can’t imagine. Got that?” “Yes, Mistress,” she whispered, fear in her eyes. “Good.” I stood up, and delivered the first blow with a loud crack. “Now get started.” *** “I’ve worked up to this for a long time. You know, if you had paid any attention to the people you went to high school with, you might have seen this coming. Remember Monica? She lives her life in a basement in San Diego. The last I heard, Gina was somewhere in Russia. The first of your little clique to disappear was Kelly. I admit, I wasn’t very skilled at that point and it was a crude conversion, but it turned her into a streetwalker in Miami. And Sue, well, the life of a sex slave can be kind of dangerous. Take hers as a cautionary tale on why you need to keep the boss happy.” I couldn’t actually see her playing with herself, but Amy’s expression gave it away. She was really getting into it. I really enjoy cross-wiring my subjects, and Amy was going to find that fear and shame were irresistible turn-ons. The range of emotions that played across her face had the same effect on me. “I have a special destination in mind for you. More than just a punishment, you are going to search for atonement. I assume you remember Matthew Reynolds.” She gave no sign of recognition, but her features were busy. “I’m giving you to him. He is going to do anything he wants to you.” Amy suddenly smiled. She managed to croak out, “Too . . . nice.” That startled me. “I’m very impressed, Amy. You managed to disobey a direct order. I can count on one hand my victims that had the willpower to do that. It won’t help you, though. As those charms sink deeper, they’ll find ways to turn that strength against you. As I said, I’m much better at what I do than I used to be.” “But you’re right, of course. He is too nice to treat you the way you deserve.” I felt a stab of guilt of my own. “Can you believe that I once told him that he was too nice to date? Granted, that was before I realized that I’m a dyke, but still, that wasn’t nice.” “But that’s a temporary condition. I have another cocktail made up that I’ll be administering to him. Anonymously. Actually, that’s the part of all of this that will earn me a promotion. I think I’ve done an exquisite job with you, but you’re really just a prop. What I’m doing to him, though, is a work of art.” She was rubbing herself harder. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to edit someone’s ethics? And do it selectively? Of course not. Well, it’s an order of magnitude more difficult than turning someone into a guilty, shame-driven, masochistic slut.” Gloating about this felt really good. “By the time you deliver yourself to him, he will have a bit of a blind spot in that good nature of his. He will still treat everyone else just like he always has. Not you. With you, he’s going to be all id. Every bit of resentment he feels towards women in general, and you in particular, is going to come out in the way he treats you. You’re going to be his scapegoat, in its original sense, the receptacle for his anger. And the best part of it is that nothing he does to you will bother his conscience in the slightest. You’re fair game.” “I really hope he doesn’t kill you on the spot.” *** For all of her faults, I decided that I really did have to admire Amy’s work ethic. She was a sex slave, and had clearly put a lot of effort into being a good one. Despite the blistering I gave the back of her thighs and ass, she successfully kept Matt away from climax for quite a while. When the inevitable was about to become unavoidable, I let up and grabbed her hair again. “Sit back and jack him off. I want him to cum on your face.” She quickly grabbed his cock and started stroking it forcefully. In a matter of seconds, jets of white fluid spattered her from her frosted blonde hair to her pointed little chin. Matt groaned. I know that the orgasm is inferior that way, but I was sure that Amy would have opportunities to make it up to him. I retreated to my chair. “Once you’ve cleaned him up, come over here. And those panties should still be at mid thigh.” I had her stand in front of me, legs spread as far as the fabric would allow and her hands behind her head. I ran my fingers through her closely trimmed pubic hair and then idly played with her sex. Her cunt was leaking lubricant, which made a track down the inside of her thigh that resembled in microcosm the streams of semen dripping onto her breasts and uniform. “Tell me,” I asked casually, “what’s the most embarrassing thing Matt has made you do?” I let two fingers slide inside her as she answered. She hesitated. “We went to Chicago. A couple of months ago.” Her speech was halting and tears formed in her eyes. Her pussy had become an inferno. “Master took me to a strip club. It was amateur night. He made me dance. The owner didn’t want to. My age. So he made me bribe him. I paid the owner $1,000 to let me dance. I begged him to let me.” She was looking past me, unfocused on anything in the present. “Master had arranged for some of the associates from my old firm to be there. A large group. And a couple of the partners. They . . . they really enjoyed seeing me dance. Naked.” Her voice dropped to a whisper for a moment before recovering. “I don’t think they liked me.” “They threw one dollar bills at me.” Her eyes closed and her legs were trembling. “I was a $600 an hour patent attorney, and they were giving me singles.” “ Master invited them to a hotel suite. The younger ones came. They all fucked me. One or two at a time.” I brushed her clit with my thumb, producing a cry as she jerked. “Do you want to cum, slut?” “Yes, Mistress.” *** “Here is what is going to happen,” I told Amy. By this point she was moaning with arousal, but I made sure she was paying attention. “As I said, you are going to deliver yourself to him. Not today. Today, you’re going to go about your work. But memories of what you did to Matt are going to start to plague you. You’re going to dream about them. And you’re going to feel guilty about it.” “Then you’re going to start dreaming about ways to make it up to him. Eventually, you’ll hit upon the idea of becoming his slave. It will crawl out of your dreams and you’ll start fantasizing about it during your waking hours. Eventually it will consume you.” She started to sound like Meg Ryan in Sleepless in Seattle. “And it’s going to make you hot. So very, very hot. I have no idea what your sex life is like now, and I don’t care. But soon, no matter what you do, it won’t be enough. You’ll be so desperate to climax that you’ll try anything, but it will be harder and harder. The only way to have an orgasm will be to imagine Matt Reynolds controlling you. Abusing you.” “And eventually, you’re going to find him. And then you’re going to sell off everything you own and quit your job. You will find yourself on his doorstep, ringing the bell. When he answers, you’re going to beg him to let you in. You will promise to do anything he wants you to. Anything. I mean that literally.” “And you had better hope that he accepts your offer. Nothing I’m going to do to him will guarantee that he does. If he doesn’t, well, it’s going to be a short and miserable life for you from there.” “If he does take you in, you will do what you have promised. It gets better. I’m also going to be sending him a charm. A physical one, not one to consume. As long as he keeps it near him, and he will, no one else is going to blink an eye at your situation. You can call for help all you want, and no one will answer. If he takes you out in public, no one will question the way he treats you or the things he makes you do, even if it involves them.” I was leaning forward, almost straining to get closer to her, to see her face. “If he starts dating someone, she will just accept your presence as perfectly normal, and she’ll hardly object to him fucking you, too. She’ll probably even help.” “That’s how you’re going to spend the rest of your life. And I’d try to make sure that he doesn’t get bored with you. Life is pretty tough for a middle aged sex slave in need of a new owner.” Even with the table interposing, I could tell she was frigging herself with a shocking intensity. “You seem to be excited by the whole idea. Tell me what you think of that.” “Bitch.” The word emerged as a long, quavering expression. “Evil bitch.” “Yes, yes I am. I’ll see you in hell. I’ll still be the one on top.” I stood up, gathering my purse. “Oh, one more thing.” I stepped around the table so that I was looking straight down at her, legs splayed apart, hand working furiously inside her clothes. “Once I walk away, you will finally have that orgasm you want so badly. And when you do, you’re going to forget I was ever here. You’re going to be left wondering why you’re drenched in your own sex juices and why no one around seems to notice. And then you’ll go on with your life, just as I described it. You’ll think that everything that happens came to you naturally. Just your own guilt finally taking control of you.” I bent down and gently kissed her mouth. When I broke it, I turned to leave. “Oh, there’s one exception to that. Whenever you cum, you will remember this meeting. Then, and only then, you will know what really happened to you and who did it. And then the memory will fade.” I wasn’t fifty feet away before I heard her scream out her climax. *** I looked up at Amy. I’m sure my smile was wicked indeed, but she didn’t see it. Her eyes were closed, thinking of nothing but shame and hot, wet excitement. I gently slid my two fingers in and out and began softly playing with her clit. She was panting with need, and the end came quickly. As her orgasm began to crash over her, her eyes flew open and locked with mine. I watched triumphantly as they filled with horror. She tried to curse me, but as I’m sure happened every time she tried to communicate the things she suddenly knew, her sexual needs overwhelmed her and choked her words into incoherence. She didn’t break my gaze. I basked in her despair and defeat. Then the moment was past. She looked down at the floor. “Thank you, Mistress, for letting me cum.” “You are most welcome, slave. May I say that I enjoyed it almost as much as you did.” She glanced up, and I saw gratitude. Gratitude for caring. I looked over at Matt, who was hard again already. “If your master is willing, I would love to make you cum over and over again this weekend.”
  8. I was wondering if anyone else uses Werdsmith? Do you prefer a different app or word/writing program? Are you old school and go for pen and paper, a type-writer, or do you go that extra mile and use a quill and ink? I tend towards a mix of pen and paper, forums like this one, Werdsmith, and Microsoft Word. Though, I want to improve my penmanship. I feel like it’s lacking, just like my writing style.
  9. IsabellaRose

    erotica My Journal

    19 September Dear Diary, Is that how I'm supposed to start this? I hope not. That sounds stupid. This whole thing sounds stupid. I've never kept a diary before. I'm not even sure what to write here. It just feels dumb. But I need to get past that. I need to find a path forward. My therapist thinks this is a good idea. She said sometimes writing down your thoughts and feelings helps you get them out and identify them. She thinks it will help after what happened. I don't know. It doesn't feel like it's helping. It feels... forced. Fake. Stupid. I hate doing this, but I'll try. I'll try to get my thoughts out on paper. I'll try to be honest with this and who knows, maybe it will work. Doctor Fox is a smart lady. She wouldn't have told me to do this if it was stupid. This will help. I have to convince myself that it will help, so it will. THIS WILL HELP. It has to.
  10. IsabellaRose

    erotica Untitled Fantasy Fiction

    This is an old idea I thought I'd try to breathe some fresh life into...
  11. 9. The Stilllhalle, Altenburg Idomeneus kicked his feet up on the divan in his chambers in the Stillhalle. Two beautiful, blonde altilium dozed naked on the bed behind him. A third lay beside him, her head on his stomach, one hand reached inside his loose breeches, idly stroking him. She was young, her hand soft on his flesh, but her grip was firm and her movements skilled. The two on the bed would need rest and food to regenerate the power he had taken from them. The one with him on the couch was waiting for her turn. For now he had enough energy stored, but when he needed more, he would take it from her. Until then, he instructed her, his voice calm despite the arousal he felt at her touch. "Remember to focus your own energy as you increase your partners arousal," he said, his cock growing in her hand, almost fully at attention now. He could feel her energy thrumming around him like an electrical field. She was quite strong. "Good, good," he said. "Let you power build to match that of your partner. You want to keep the balance between the two of you, your power and that of your partner should flow into and around each other. The trick is to maintain that equilibrium." He felt a spike in her power level and shook his head. "Careful, now," he said, but suddenly she leaned forward and put her mouth on him, sliding her tongue along his length. His own arousal and available power spiked to meet hers. She was more skilled than he thought. "Very good," he said. "Very good, indeed." He liked this girl, and idly wondered what her name was before he grasped the back of her head and pushed her down onto him. He felt her throat constrict around his head as she gagged trying to take him deep. Despite the arousal he felt at having his cock squeezed in her throat and the power rising within him because of it, she still somehow balanced her own power with his. Was she aroused by his dominance? He held her there, pressing hard against the back of her head, hearing the sloppy wet sounds of her gagging on him, feeling her power rise in a crescendo, and somehow his rose to meet hers. How was she doing that? He let go of her head and felt her slide off of him, heard her gasp in a breath before she turned and looked up at him, a self-satisfied smile on her face, saliva stringing from her lips to the tip of his cock. She was far more experienced than any of the other acolyte with whom he had worked. "You've been practicing," he said, looking down at her, feeling the well of power swirling around, between, and through them. "The Lord Magnus taught me a few things," she said, and he could sense her arrogance. Overconfidence was a common weakness among the acolytes. He would have to rid her of it. "Indeed," he said, focusing now. If she wanted to show off, he would make sure she understood what it meant to practice with a member of the Imperium Magus. "What is your name?" "Johanna," she said, giving him bedroom eyes. "Well, Johanna," Idomeneus said, wrapping his fingers in her hair, "you may yet have a thing or two to learn." He slammed into her throat them, tugging her head down onto his crotch. He felt her surprise and fear like a spear tip lancing through their tantric energies. Fear was also power, but another flavor altogether, one few knew how to wield. He knew it all too well, and turned the tip of that lance back upon her. Her eyes were wide as she tried to breathe, but he held her there. Her fingers scrabbled at his pants, not wanting to hurt him, but wanting to get off of him, take a breath. He stared down at her as he turned their combined power to bear on her. He made her feel fear like she had never known, combined it with the arousal she had felt before, made her unable to distinguish one from the other, saw the confusion as her body convulsed in orgasmic throes as she felt a simultaneous bone-chilling terror. Her power level rose to a level he had only seen in students who were ready to become full members of the Imperium Magus, and he siphoned it all off before she could do anything with it. He was filled with power, so much that the sense of it woke the two girls on the bed behind them. He stared down at Johanna and spent himself in her mouth. Her eyes bulged, but somehow she took it all, swallowing more out of necessity than desire. He drained every last iota of power from her, pushed his last spurt of semen into her mouth, then let go of her and shoved her aside. Johanna's body shook with her rasping breaths as she hunched on hands and knees, and she retched his ejaculate onto the divan. Her eyes watered and she looked at him in shock and horror. "Why...?" she could barely even get that word out between coughing fits. "You are strong, Johanna," said Idomeneus. "But you have much to learn. When I was an acolyte in the south, the Saaxir of the Maze killed promising students for lesser displays of arrogance." She stared at him silently, some of the deference she should have shown all along finally returning to her features. "The Lord Magnus taught you a few impressive tricks," he said, reaching out to pet her hair. "But you have much to learn." Her coughing had calmed, but she remained on her hands and knees staring at him and said nothing. "I can teach you." He smiled at her then, his friendly, disarming smile. "Would you like to become my disciple?" She nodded quickly. Idomeneus placed his hand on her cheek. "You have the potential to sit on the Imperium Magus," he said, his voice gentle now. "I can give you the training you need to attain that potential." "Thank you, Lord Idomeneus," she said, looking downward. He merely nodded. "Go, clean yourself up. Get some rest. Return to me this evening." She nodded, bowed her head, and scurried away, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. Idomeneus lay back on the divan and felt the power coursing through his body. It was amazing, really. She was as powerful as some members of the Imperium Magus already. With the right training, she could surpass all but the most powerful members. He reached down and picked up the gold circlet Balthazar had left for him. Placing it on his head, he attuned himself to it and was suddenly able to hear all the sendings that had come in before. Kali and Eckhart witnessed ruby flashes in the foothills of the Northern Waste and planned to investigate further tomorrow. Balthzar and Kamala had reached Bojadrar. While wearing the circlet he would hear their voices as they reported in. It was a mild nuisance, easily bearable when weighed against his unrestricted use of all the students as altilium. Even without the power he received from them, the women were enough of a reason to practice magic, and here in the Empire he practically had his own harem. He listened to the messages the others sent to him and cataloged them in his brain to share with Balthazar when next they communicated.
  12. (Before read Warning: Please be remind that this is an 18+ story and has a large amount of smut and other H things, my style is story based and sex based. This is the real story of my slime RP if I got someone interested in it and do it as the original plot, with no deleted tags or extra tags). Please criticize me via PM if you want to do so, it will help me on my story writing skills. There is one little blue slime in a forest moving around and walk freely in that place. It was so peaceful since no cocky adventurers or heroes and his party came over to disturb a super peaceful life of a slime. These slimes are just a little carefree creature that doesn't care about humans and their affairs, they will only go for human women if they want to at the right season, since they need some sort of bodily liquid. There is also slimes who will came to a human men to take their bodily fluids, but this slime is not one of them. The slime dissolve nothing but grass as their temporary food. Grass is edible for them but they won't last long and tend to be a short while, just like a human do if they only ate a snack not a full course meal but they eat constantly. Don't worry about the grass, they will grow back as normal again and even some slime liquids will help them too. The slime is just happen to moving here and there, not caring about any case and it just live its free life like any normal slimes would. He just happily eat the grass and does its hings as he moves away to the other place with no care. Slimes in general have a bunch of population and they could produce around tens or hundreds of children just in one go in their "mating season(which is random depends on the slime and they have random frequency too)". But some slimes are mana enchanted slimes, this slime is one of those lucky few. They are stronger than most slimes, they have their own magic to do their things, and even they can talk in human language. It just move and keep moving until it meets a certain female, she has a waist long blonde hair, a noticeably huge assets in both breasts and ass, and she also looks so beautiful. She is wearing a white dress now and she is in a middle of walking in a certain grasslands. Any sane male slimes would go to her already and do their thing, but it realize something as it saw a piece of pure platinum and pure diamond tiara, it felt like there is something dangerous from the said woman and it decides to go to near her but not as lustful as other slimes. It doesn't know what that piece of tiara is and what makes her special, just following its instincts to get near to the said female. "Hello there, miss. What are you doing?" A certain little blue slime asks in a friendly tone with its magic as it stop besides the princess just by a meter or two, doesn't really do what most male slimes will do. "Oh, I just strolling around here. Huh?!" The woman replied gently before she is shocked and back away slowly just due to the fact she saw a slime and it is a talking slime, which is not a general thing that she saw, and the bad news is she is also unarmed and doesn't bring her magic things, so she can't attack the slime. Humans tend to think slimes are hostile and for most of them it is a yes, but not for few. "How you can talk?! Don't come closer!" The woman screamed as she just shocked as the slime came a little bit closer as she walk backwards in fear, because she think that this slime is trying to kill her. The slime didn't realy pose a threat as it came closer to the said woman.
  13. guy_sas

    erotica The Price of Victory

    Goblins weren’t like other races, they weren’t sculpted by the gods but instead were crafted by dark wizards. They subjugated the largest band of amazonian orc warriors, and got to work, working in bits and pieces of all the natural races. They were defined by the short stature taken from the dwarves, the long ears of elves, the green skin and tusks from orcs, and the messy dark hair of men. Despite their short size their bodies were magically toughened able to take the members and give birth to them as well, there were well known cases of goblins even giving birth to the children of giants. They were abnormally fertile, but only about one of ten of their children would be another goblin. They were always female. While the ‘more civilized races’ pretended to hold sympathies for the goblin’s plight, they did little to actually help free them from their roles as breeding slaves. If a goblin was found in a raid on the orc lands they might be brought back into those nations. Usually they would still wind up in the slave trade, but sometimes they would be taken in by a noble house that had pity on them, and educated. It was three such goblins who would change the world history. Leelus had wound up in the country of elves, and had been trained in the ways of magic. Insvilda had been taken into the land of the dwarves where she learned the art of weapon crafting and maintenance. Elidna, taken to the land of men, learned the ways of battle and would be the most important of them all. She convinced a small alliance of lords from the elf, dwarf, and kingdoms of men, to bring together a unified army to claim a patch of land from the orcs. If they made a homeland for the goblins, then orc numbers would drop quickly over the next few generations. The plan was agreed and after an eighteen month campaign a small chunk of land was carved out for the goblins to use as a homeland. The orcs responded quickly though, charging back with hordes of their berserker soldiers. The monstrous race attacked with new raids every day. Then they were abandoned by the ‘more civilized races’, the people didn’t support a continued war for what they considered to be a race of cattle slaves. The goblins couldn’t rely on the cunning of their queen forever, nor could they enlist their citizens as warriors. This was a place for goblins to come and seek out a better life, not fight in an endless war. There had to be a solution, and the mage Leelus had been the one to find it. Leelus had summoned a creature from the very pits of the infernal realm, a creature born in those fires tough, resilient, and loyal to its masters. She summoned hellhounds. During those dark months she made herself a secret laboratory and got to work on what would be her toughest project. Three months later, she finished. Hordes of hellhounds emerged from her lab. They had pitch black fur, and flaming red eyes. They bounded over the walls surrounding the kingdom easily, and drove back the startled orcs. The soldiers at the time dropped their weapons for a moment, completely in shock, and then they cheered. Behind the wolves was Leelus, calm and confident as ever, directed them to victory. No one ever learned what it had cost her. Elidna III now sat on the throne and the lands were doing well, or at least well enough. New goblins came in every day, brought on by the promise of new lives. They would abandon their old lives often dedicating themselves to farming, mining, fishing, or even skilled labor. Trade routes had been firmly established with the other kingdoms. Not only that, but there were men of other races; men, dwarves, and elves, who came for some reason or another and now stayed with their wives and children. Most importantly, while the orcs had gotten better at fighting off the hell hounds, they still lost land against the hell beasts and never took a bit of it back. Rea walked through the dirt streets outside the castle. She smiled as she looked between the smiling men and women all around her, in what seemed to be a small bit of heaven. It was hard for her to imagine how hard it was life for goblins outside the country. She was the grand-daughter of Leelus, and there wasn’t a single day that went by where she wasn’t proud of what her grand mother did. Every goblin had markings on her stomach, small runes inscribed there. They had changed the biology of every goblin that came to them to be able to only give birth to other goblins, who would also be naturally born with the same runes. Without a skilled mage it couldn’t be undone, which meant that even if they were kidnapped they would prove useless as breeding slaves. More importantly it gave them control in a way many of them never had before. Rea made her way inside the castle, past a group of guards, who wore silver armor perfectly fitted to their curvy bodies. They sat by the gate playing cards with each other, and smiled at her when she passed. Rea raised her own hand to them, as she entered. She made her way through the castle, it was covered with various arts made by goblins over the passing years, portraits, tapestries and even an elegant statue sitting in the garden in the center of the castle. Rea always went there when she came to the castle, she didn’t know why but being summoned always made her just a bit stressed out. She stopped by a shallow pool of water. She looked out into it, and back at herself. Her body was lithe, at least as lithe as goblin bodies got. She wore long blue robes that covered her body, and her black hair was kept trimmed and short. She gave herself a smile, to take a look at her white teeth and fangs, as well to get her confidence up. After a second she turned away and went through the rest of the castle to the throne room. The throne room was massive with large banners that hung down from the ceiling. The banners depicted their short history in great detail, and with an artistic flare that left Rea speechless every time she saw them. On either side of the room were benches were different lawyers and duchesses publicly debated the decisions of the kingdom. While she heard the shouting out in the hall, the second she entered they all fell silent. At the end of the hall was Elidna III wearing the silver armor of her grandmother and sitting half-sprawled in her throne. Rea walked up to the throne and kneeled. “My queen,” she said in a hushed tone. “Stand up, my royal mage,” she replied. Rea turned up to look at the queen. She was taller than Rea, taller and bulkier than most. Her hair seemed almost blue in the light, and it was kept in a long ponytail. Her fangs had two golden rings that ran through them. However, her dark eyes held a spark of compassion and kindness in them. “Why have you summoned me here?” “Our spies have reported Orcs consorting with rogue dwarves at the edges of the kingdom. Some of the berserkers are getting equipped with new armors and weapons, and while the line is holding right now, I’m afraid they’re going to push the line back once these tougher soldiers get sent out. I know your family has maintained the constant summoning of the hell hounds for years, but I wonder if it would be possible to increase that number slightly, to hold this new threat back?” Rea considered for less than a second, “it should be no problem, my queen. Is that all?” “That is it, my loyal servant.” Rea turned and left the throne room, after another bow. She made her way through the castle, to a small building just barely inside the walls. Building perhaps wasn’t the right word, it was more a block of pure stone with runes carved in the sides. It was the entrance to her grandmother’s old lab. Rea raised her hand up and closed her eyes. She began to chant in another language, her voice dark and deep as she did. The runes started to glow, and soon the stone started to melt away. A door formed in the stone block, nothing inside it but a stairway that led down into the earth. Rea walked inside and summoned a ball of light in her hands. As she stepped inside the stone closed up behind her. When the door closed up behind her she was left in silence for a moment. The only sound was her footsteps against the hard stone. She felt her pulse rise as she moved down the stairs, she knew what was coming, and it didn’t frighten her. Far from it, her cheeks filled with blush and she felt wetness between her legs. She entered down into a massive chamber divided into roughly twenty cells. The walls of the cells were made of bright blue magic, though she could easily see inside them. She saw herself in each, a perfect clone of her body, except for four changes. The first one was invisible, their bodies were modified so they would never give birth to another goblin. The second was that they were all naked. The third was their pregnant bellies. And the fourth was the fact they were all currently being mounted by massive dog like creatures, with black fur and flaming eyes. Rea cleared her throat and took a step deeper into the lab. This was the cost of freedom, a choice her grandmother had made. Then her mother made it, and now it was her. Rea turned to look into one of the magic cells and placed her hand against the bright blue barrier. The clones couldn’t see out of their cells, or hear out of their cells. This was to help them lose track of time, get lost in the endless rutting. Rea found her hand drifting south before she shook her head, she was here for a reason. Rea walked out to the center of the room, as she chanted spells under her breath. The chamber grew wider, the walls simply extended out the dirt and rock that was once there being teleported far away. She figured that five new breeding clones should work for Elidna. The magicals walls rose from the ground to the ceiling, leaving nothing inside. She closed her hands and focused her energy, five hellhounds that had been out on the front lines were teleported inside the cells, she was sure no one would miss them. They paced around inside their new homes for a minute, before they seemed to look at her eagerly, they knew what was about to happen. Once she was done with that, Rea turned her attention to the center of the room. There was a stone dias and from it rose a translucent white light, runes carved into the rim. She took a step towards it. That was it, the generator for the clones. The runes were carved into that by her grandmother, it was the most important tool inside this whole chamber. Once she took a step inside that, it would create her copy, change its breeding capabilities, and then teleport it to one of the empty cells. Rea stopped in front of it, her heart threatening to jump out of her throat. Did she really want to do this? The thing had always made her nervous, magic could deteriorate the older it got, and this thing was three times older than her. She always wondered what would happen if something went wrong, what she would do. She shook her head, she was just being paranoid. Probably. She took a step into the light. ~~~ Rea awoke with a pounding head on the hard packed dirt floor. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, as she blinked. What had happened? Slowly, she looked up, and saw nothing but glowing blue walls, and a massive dog with fur as black as night and flaming red eyes. She pushed herself up onto her feet and looked at the hellhound as it licked its lips and took a step towards her. “N-no! Stop,” she called out as she backed up against the magical shield. The dog looked almost disappointed for a second, but it stopped where it was. It sat down on its hind legs. It stared at her a moment longer, before it dropped down and rested its head in between its paws. “Oh,” she let out the word more as a sigh of relief than anything else, “loyal.” “Yes, we are. Annoyingly so.” Rea’s eyes went wide as she looked around for the source of the voice. It didn’t have any sort of source, rather it had seemed to come from within her mind. The voice was masculine, and dark. It reminded her of crackling wood in a fireplace. Her eyes looked down at the hellhound as it yawned from where it lay. “Did you just speak to me,” her voice sounded a lot weaker than she would’ve liked. “Yes, I did,” the voice responded in her head, “how very astute of you. It is obvious those years of studying have paid off rather well.” Rea felt heat rise to her cheeks as she stomped her foot to the ground, “hey, you’re just a dog! You’re not supposed to talk.” “If us hellhounds were just dogs,” the hellhound shifted around on the ground, “then you wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble.” Rea shifted on her feet, and turned away from the hellhound, and towards the magical shield. She placed her hand against the barrier and pushed against it. A few sparks shot off, but the wall didn’t give at all. She closed her eyes and tried to push her magic against it, to create an opening. She felt her magic press against the barrier, and for a second she thought she could create an opening. Then there was a rebound. All of her magic was pushed back into her, she was thrown back towards the center of the room. Sparks arced off the space where her hand just aws. She landed on her ass right next to the hellhound. “That was quite excellent.” “Shut up,” she responded as she stood up and stared at the wall, while one hand reached back to rub her ass. “I don’t know what you expected, anyway. The barrier was put in place by your grandmother. At your level, you’d need a week to get through it. Well you’d need a week if you were on the other side of the barrier.” She straightened out her robes, “I didn’t ask for your opinion.” Then she turned back towards it, “also, how did you know that?” “Our memories aren’t bound to a single body, like with you mortals. We aren’t many, but just one with many bodies. When one of our forms passes on the memories their accrued memories enter a sort of library, which is then given to any new hellhounds being born.” “Wow,” she said, actually surprised, this was information not known, “how do you manage it all?” The dog seemed to shrug, “we can handle far more information than you mortals, we were made to understand the cosmos. But, we’ve thrown out most of the memories we’ve gained in service to our contract. Your realm has very little information that we could even hope to find useful.” She nodded and turned back around, back towards the wall. She started to run through her possibilities of how to break through the wall. She only made it a half step, when she heard that voice in her head again. “I don’t know why you’re trying to get out of here anyway, didn’t you want to be here?” Rea spun around, “I wanted a clone in here, not me! Something must’ve gone wrong with-” “You are a clone, what are you talking about?” She took a half step back, “what? No I’m not. I’m me, I have all my memories.” “Did you think the spell would take away your memories? Do you think all clones just know they’re not the original? Wouldn’t they all just feel like themselves?” She froze for a second, “you’re lying. You just want me to think I’m a clone so I’ll accept this situation and let you,” she waved her hand, “anyway, I’m not listening to you.” “Let me what?” The hellhound’s voice was smug, “Breed you?” Rea’s heart skipped a beat and a blush came back to her face. “W-whatever you want to call it,” she said, not turning back to look at the hellhound. “Whatever I want to call it? Oh, well I think I’d prefer to call it fucking your tight body and pumping your pussy full of my seed until you give birth to my pups, then doing it over and over for the rest of your life.” Rea felt her pussy start to grow wet again, and she shifted where she was, “do you have to be so vulgar.” “I am a demon,” the voice said, as the dog licked his lips again, “and I know you like the thought.” She closed her eyes and did her best to compose herself before she turned around. “What? Because I’m a goblin, I have to get turned on by the idea of being fucked, and bred?” She did her best to keep her voice level. “No.” The hellhound responded, “certainly not. We demons care very little for your mortal stereotypes. This has nothing to do with you being a goblin, and everything to do with how you are. I know you love the idea.” The hellhound sniffed the air, “I can smell how turned on you are. Now, tell me I can stand up.” Rea looked at him a second longer while she stood there, and then finally, “You can stand up.” The dog stood up and seemed to almost smirk at her. Those flaming red eyes were suddenly so powerful, they seemed to burn right into her soul. She felt herself fall down onto her knees as her will gave out. Whether or not she was the original, she was here now, there wasn’t any getting out. More importantly than all that though was that she wanted this. “Good girl,” the hellhound responded in her head, “now crawl over here on all fours like a proper bitch in heat.” She shifted where she was before she moved down to brace herself on her hands. She started to crawl over to her new master, her pussy only getting wetter by the second. As she did, she cast a small spell, and her robes faded away into nothingness. She wouldn’t need them anymore. Her moderately sized green breasts dangled below her as she crawled towards the hellhound. As she crawled under him she saw his hard red cock come out of its sheath. “Now-“ Rea didn’t need to hear what it said next. She moved her head up, stuck her tongue out and ran it along the shaft. The hellhound shuttered with pleasure. She smirked, as she planted small kisses at the bottom of its shaft while one of her hands made its way up and began to stroke the hell hounds cock. Slowly she ran her tongue up the base and planted a kiss on the pointed head. Then, her lips parted as she took the cock inside her mouth. She sucked on the cock, it felt so perfect in her mouth, pushing up against the back of her throat. The taste on it was bitter, slightly salty, new and yet strangely familiar. She moaned around the cock and reached under herself to give her dripping pussy some much needed attention. She bobbed her head on the cock for several minutes, relishing the feeling of it inside her mouth. The hellhound didn’t speak as she did it, except for a panting noise that came above her. She pushed two fingers inside her pussy as she bobbed her head faster and faster, taking the cock into her throat a couple of times. She felt the knot at the base begin to swell up, and quickly moved her head back, as it shot out a load of cum into her mouth. She pulled all the way back as another strand was shot over her face, just above the bridge of her nose. She panted heavily as the hellhound came more and more, painting her green skin white. Rea swallowed some of the cum, and felt a shock of pleasure run through her body. Of course, hellhound cum was an aphrodisiac, she had read about it before. Still she eagerly scooped the rest of the cum off her face, she greedily swallowed every single drop. As she did her pussy got hotter and hotter, and she realized she needed more than just her fingers inside her. As she scooped up the last bit of the cum, she started to suck on the fingers in her mouth, while the ones below her worked faster and faster. She came loudly, screaming out into the cell as she squirted all over the floor below her. Her body shook, as her eyes lost focus for a moment. The pleasure washed over her almost entirely, it was all that mattered. It was so much stronger than when she was in her chambers alone at night. She collapsed into one panting heap, as her eyes regained focus. She saw that the hell hound had moved from over her, he walked off and now looked down at her. She saw dominance in those flaming eyes, and a deep hunger. Not only that but his red cock was still hard, even as it dripped with his delicious cum. She pouted and wondered what was stopping him from taking her. She wanted it, she needed it. She pushed her ass up into the air and began to shake it back and forth for him, and yet he just looked at her. “Please,” she said, “please fuck my tight goblin pussy. Fill me with your cum, knot me, breed me.” She felt the blush wash over her face but it also made her pussy so much more wet. “Make me your bitch, mark me.” Without saying anything, he turned away and walked behind her. She let out a happy little moan seeing it, but kept her eyes forward. She felt the hot and heavy breath of the hellhound brush her bare ass. He moved forward, his paws landed on either side of her neck. She felt his hard cock push against her entrance and she let out a moan. And then, with one shove he pushed his entire length inside her. Words escaped Rea for a moment as her pussy was stretched open. She wasn’t a virgin, far from it actually, but this was easily the biggest cock she had ever had inside her. She let out a low moan as the hell hound pulled his hips back, her walls hugged onto every inch of his cock, not wanting to let him go. And then he pushed forward, back inside her and she let out another happy gasp. The hell hound started to fuck her then, with her ass in the air, and her breasts pressed into the dirt. He was rough, and fast. Her body shook with every thrust, her pussy felt like it would never get used to his amazing cock. The pleasure running over her made it hard for her to think, all she could do was moan and writhe under him, and she loved every second of it. “Fuck. Yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me harder, faster! Please, I need it.” The words just flowed out of her mouth with no thought that went into them, it was just her thoughts spilled into the air. She felt her body get closer and closer to an orgasm. She closed her eyes, and squeezed her hands into fists. It was there, so close, she could almost taste it. “Please, keep going, just like that, don’t stop!” The hellhound lifted up his paws for a moment before he pressed them into her back. As he did he shoved his cock as deep inside her as it would go, and she felt his knot swell up. “Yes! Knot me! Breed me!” His cum came out with more force than she could’ve imagined. As the first rope was planted deep inside her, a fresh wave of pleasure washed over her, and she came hard. Her body shook again, and her legs went out from under her, letting her fall straight down. Her moans echoed throughout the cell. He kept pumping cum into her as well, it seemed to never end, and with each rope was another burst of pleasure, and another small orgasm from her. After even just a few seconds it was just too much and she passed out. She awoke later, with her pussy sore, and feeling warm. Most of that warmth came from deep inside her, flooding out from her core to the rest of her body. She remembered vaguely that hellhounds provided nutrition when they came inside a mate, they were able to generate energy and pass it onto their mates so they wouldn’t have to leave their side. She wouldn’t need food or water, just more of that cum pouring into her. She moved her hands down to her belly, and smiled. She didn’t even fully realize the weight on top of her until it shifted. The hellhound licked the back of her neck, before he got, paced a few steps away and dropped back onto the ground. She looked at him and smiled. “We’re you keeping me warm?” “Protective instinct,” it responded inside her head, “it’s in my nature to protect and care for anything carrying my children.” She licked her lips, “am I carrying your pups already?” The dog seemed to smile back at her, “you should know.” She thought back to the runes, she knew that when a clone was created one of the modifications made was to permanently increase her fertility. Really there was no doubt inside her mind that she was pregnant, and of course she wasn’t there wasn’t any doubt from the beginning. Still she smiled playfully back at him. “I don’t know,” she said as she wiggled a little on the ground, “we should probably go at least once more, just to make sure.” The hellhound seemed to smile back as he stood up, his cock coming out of its sheath again, “just once?” “At least once,” she corrected as she pushed her ass into the air again, “maybe we’ll have to go two or three more times.” ~~ The next day, Rea made her way back down into the lab. She checked out the new cells, and saw all five of the new clones, happily enjoying their roles as they were taken by the hellhounds. She could see a bit of bulge on each of their stomachs too, she was glad to see they were already pregnant. As she looked into one of the cells, she almost seemed to lock eyes with one of the clones for a second. She saw the pure pleasure and bliss in those eyes and felt herself get wet as she wondered what it’d be like to be one of them. She then locked eyes with the hellhound mounting her, the flaming eyes burned into her soul and made her knees feel weak. She looked back towards the glowing pedestal in the middle of the room, and wondered what it’d be like to be one of them. It’d be so easy to make those changes to herself, and set up a cell. She reached down to touch her wet pussy. Then she shook her head, and laughed. This place was getting to her. She turned and made her way out of the labs.
  14. Eros Angel

    erotica GM Angel's Story

    Character: Cammille- (note: if you don't want the story and just the sex scenes go to my thread GM Angel's Story (just the sex scenes) I'll add them as I work.
  15. EvangelineWadsworth

    erotica The Woman in the Window

    ENTRY 1 I watch the man from my window, taking in his hard body as he finishes his pushups. I lick my lips, my body responding to his, nipples hardening, aching. He stands, and I step into the window, raising my blinds, my eyes averted to appear nonchalant, but I can see him still from the corner of my eyes, and I know that he sees me. I've done this before...once...twice...a dozen times, my darkened apartment framing my body with inky velvet as the light from the parking lot offers a spotlight on my skin. I raise my arms, stretching, letting him see my breasts rise in my shirt, taking my time as I tease him, taunt him. He is alone, his wife working late again, and I give in to my desire to toy with him. I glide my hands down my torso and gently pull up my shirt, peeling it from my body and tossing it behind me, obscure in the darkness. And then I reach behind my back, unfastening my bra and letting it sag slightly, still holding my breasts but still taunting the voyeur. I raise one hand and slide my left strap down and then the other before slowly letting the fabric fall to the floor. My breasts bounce in their freedom, unconfined after a long day, and I sigh, cupping them, caressing them as my fingertips lightly pulse against my nipples. I look at him from beneath my eyelashes and see that he is leaning toward his window, watching, his chest rising and falling in his arousal. I pinch my nipples, rolling them beneath my fingertips, and then lift one pert breast as I lower my mouth, my tongue rasping against my nipple before my lips wrap around the extended bit, suckling. I close my eyes, imagining him, his lips on my breast, and my body quivers. One hand snakes down my body, unbuttoning my shorts and pushing them down until they pool at my ankles. I step out of them, releasing my lips' hold on my nipple. I'm flushed my body aching for more, and I have to obey. Slowly, I slide my fingertips beneath the band of my panties, slowly rolling the lacy fabric down my hips, revealing my mound to his view, until my panties have joined the shorts. I raise one leg slightly, placing my foot on the windowsill, standing so that I am open, giving him a glimpse at my petals, and I slowly stroke my lower lips, enjoying the gentle touch. I feel my aroused nub--my clit--poking, and I tap it, teasing it as it throbs. My body heats, breasts moving in my desire, and I slide two fingers into my heated cavern as my thumb rolls my clit. I whimper, my hips moving against my hand and my channel gripping my fingers as it searches...searches for more. I give in, thrusting both fingers in, retreating, thrusting, over and over again, my body glistening in heady arousal and need. I need to see him, and my eyes raise, not hidden behind lashes, but open, wide, watching, staring directly at him as he strokes his cock beneath his shorts, staring at my hand. He senses my observation and looks up, staring into my eyes, and I mouth, "Come with me." Her jerks a nod of agreement, his hand moving faster, and mine mimics his rhythm, our bodies jerking, panting, pulled tighter and tighter like a bow until I give a strangled gasp, my head falling back, and my orgasm takes over. My body finally stills, calming after my release in a haze of bliss, and I again look through my window. He is staring, his hand touching the glass of his window, his chest heaving from our shared moment. I smile. He smiles. And I lower the blind.
  16. EvangelineWadsworth

    erotica Submissive Confessions

    #1: Kayla's Story My Dom fucked me in front of His wife to punish her for burning supper. She knew about me from the beginning, but we had never met. When she burned his supper that evening, he left the house angrily, picked me up without warning, and drove me to his home. I knew better than to ask questions, and when he told me to wait in the car, I did. He went back inside and told his wife (also his submissive) to strip and wait for him in their bedroom. He returned to me and escorted me into the house. He groped me all the way down the hallway, kissing and biting me until I was worked up, then he drew me into the bedroom. I didn't notice her at first, but I heard her gasp, and I realized we weren't alone. He grabbed my ass and squeezed it tightly as he kissed me deeply, and then he ordered me to undress and climb onto the bed. I obeyed, and he turned to his wife. He said, "Watch me fuck my new slut. Don't close your eyes, don't make a sound. Just watch. This is your punishment." When he turned to me again, I was completely naked and kneeling in the position he preferred on the bed. He studied me, reaching out, cupping my breasts, fondling them and my pussy. I tried not to look at his wife, but my eyes went to her several times, and I could see the hurt in her eyes. I felt guilty, but I had to obey my Dom. I ached to obey him, to serve him, to be used by him. When he told me to masturbate for him, I leaned back in their marriage bed, spread my legs like the naughty slut he loved, and rubbed my clit for him until moisture seeped onto the sheet. He watched me as he rubbed his cock, and then he grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed, thrusting into my soaked cunt without a word. I groaned, loving the fullness of him inside of me. He began to move quickly, pummeling my pussy as sounds of our fucking filled the room, skin slapping skin, moans and sighs, and the wet slide of his cock in my womanhood. I pinched my nipples as he used me, and he grunted his approval, leaning down to bite one of the hardened nubs. His teeth on my flesh made my body quiver, and soon, I was cumming in exquisite abandon. He pulled out of me, and then he ordered his wife onto the bed. She slowly obeyed, dread obvious in her movements, and he told her to kneel and to watch, to take notes on how to please him because she'd obviously forgotten. I saw tears fill her eyes, and I closed my own to avoid the sorrow in her face. Guilt clawed at me, but there was nothing I could do. Her husband, my Dom, took all three of my holes in front of her on that bed, her aging body a stark contrast to my younger one. She bounced on the mattress as he fucked me hard and fiercely; she heard him praise my tightness, my sluttiness, my beauty, my obedience; she heard him moan my name as he came inside of me multiple times. And when he was sated, he stretched out on the bed and pulled me against him, wrapping his arms around me and spooning me in their bed, his wife kneeling on the other side of me, watching. He caressed my aching body, whispered praises that she no doubt heard, gave me tender kisses as he soothed me. I fell asleep for a little while, and when I awoke, he still held me, and she still knelt and watched, her cheeks swollen from her tears. I turned in my Dom's arms to face him so that I didn't have to watch her. He pulled me closer in him in sleep, and I kissed his chest before snuggling closer. A little later, he awoke, kissed my forehead and told me to dress, and then he drove me home.
  17. (Note: This is for those of you that like sex scenes but don't want to read a full story) The man pushed Cammille to her knees and unbuckled his pants. Withdrawing his saliva covered fingers from her mouth he tore both her blouse and bra open with one powerful movement. Her round firm breasts, her small pink nipples already hard, bounced free. He squeezed each one in turn then forced her to the ground. Kneeling over her with one knee placed on the ground under each of her armpits he drew his huge cock out of his pants and lay it in the furrow between her breasts, using one hand to gather her nipples together to make the flesh of her breasts tightly hug his dick. He began pumping away wildly, his cock sliding fully into and out of the valley of her tits. He was squeezing and lifting her nipples painfully as he used her for his pleasure and she tried to arch her back to relieve some of the pressure and pulling before his ever increasing thrusts stabbed his cock under her chin in the throat hard enough to make her gag. She just went limp after that, finally, after a series of rough thrusts he came on her breasts and throat, gasping as he finished. He paused for a moment, breathing heavily as his thick semen pooled in the hollow of her neck and dripped down her breasts as she too caught her breath. She gave him a judgemental arc of one of her thin blonde eyebrows as if to say 'Satisfied'? "I'm just getting started!" He roared, dragging her by her thick blonde hair to her knees and aiming his still hard cock at her mouth. "We won't be done until I've fucked every hole in your body!" She hissed in pain as her hair was pulled but then just glared at him. She would live forever as a god where as he would suffer a fate far worse then death. What did this matter? All his power was hers now. She didn't say anything but her eyes said, go on, do your worst.
  18. Writtingforfun

    erotica Fun multiverse story for fun

    So I forgot I had this in my wordpad folder and decided to post it here for fun. I think it took me like a month to do this and since I'm terrible at beginnings it's probably not my best work but here you go. It was the start of a brand new day, the sun had just turned the once night sky into a nice warm blue. The light managed to sneak its way into the bedroom of a young man who was sleeping at his computer desk causing him to wake up with a bit of a groan once the light touched his face. Sitting up he reached over and grabbed his phone turning the screen on and allowing for his eyes to adjust to the brightness of his screen before checking if he had any messages. Unfortunately for him there was nothing really of note except for the stock happy birthday emails he had received from the various sites he had accounts on causing him to just close out his phone with a sigh. "Another birthday is gonna come and go huh?" he mumbled to himself before getting up and stretching with joints popping every now and then with the movement. Walking to the bathroom he looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn't exactly anything to write home about just average looking, though perhaps a little more on the skinny side. Looking more at his face and head he ran his fingers through his short dirty blonde hair just to try and get rid of any possible flat spots thanks to the unconventional place he had slept. One of the biggest key features that he had were nice blue eyes that received a few compliments from a few ladies over the years. After doing a few checks of his body here and there he hopped in the shower making sure he was at minimum presentable if he decided to venture out today. However, he found his shower interrupted by the ring of his apartment doorbell. Walking out with a sigh and a towel around his waist, he went over to the door seeing that a small wrapped package laid at the outside of his apartment door. Picking the package up and puzzled he didn't have to sign for anything. He looked at the package and could tell just by how it felt though the simple wrapping that it is a book but all that it had was the shipping label with no return address and his name: Alistair White. He had an odd feeling about this package but figured that someone must have sent it to him on behalf of his late mother for his eighteenth birthday. Tearing the wrapping paper open he took the book and started to immediately read it a little thinking he could put it down and finish later but oddly he didn't, only really pausing to find a place to sit. This book wasn’t your typical book telling a story like a good fiction book or laying out the truth like a nice nonfiction book but rather it felt like an instruction book to something as absurd as how to use actual magic. He didn't really know what to make of it, he knew magic wasn’t real yet he found himself not being able to stop with a possible hope that it was real. Eventually after a few hours he had reached the last page but strangely enough it was mostly blank except for the simple instruction saying: "Tear this page out.". Hesitating for a second he reached up and tore the last page out causing the original words on the paper to disappear and be replaced by completely different ones saying: "On completion of this book you have now be blessed with the ultimate power. If you wish to find out more follow the map.", with that the page then turned to a somewhat crude map from his place to an abandoned building downtown. Suddenly he felt the book begin to burn in his hand causing him to drop the book quickly and had him rushing for something to put the flame out lest it spread. To his surprise when he came running back the book was completely gone with no ash remaining and no burn mark in sight. Alistair found himself wanting to know more about what just happened with this mysterious book, after getting dressed he walked out of his place following the map that magically appeared on the paper he had torn out. Walking through the city he found it very odd that every time he asked for people to move they did, usually an average amount of people moved to be polite whenever they could but there were always a few who didn't move for various reasons, mostly they were being a bitch/dick. This time though even they moved out of his way when he asked them to move. Following the map he found himself coming up to an old run down building causing him to check the map to make sure he had the right place before he knocked on the spray painted and rusted door. As if on its own the door opened with his first set of knocks, Alistair paused for a second before he stepped in closing the door behind him and looking around. A soon as the door closed and silence graced the room his ears perked a bit to the faint sound of what appeared to be humming. It had a strange allure to it that caused his body to follow the noise to see who or what could possibly be making this amazing sound. The sound he followed lead him to the basement of the building but as he went down the stairs he noticed that the walls surrounding him started to become more clean and well kept compared to upstairs. Turning the corner into the main room of the basement the first thing he was greated with as a large ass covered by a lapcoat and tight light colored skirt that clung to her ass. His eyes widened as they trailed up the body of that asses owner. This body was definetly curvy with a perfect hourglass figure along with long golden blonde hair that contained streaks of purple in it that ran down the persons back. Stepping back a bit caused his shoe to make a loud squeak on the floor making the person jump up and turn around. The first thing that stood out when this person turned was a massive set of tits that jiggled with almost every movement. After trying to look up at the face of the person Alistair saw that she was absolutely gorgeous: her eyes were a nice hazel color, her hair almost covering her left eye, lips nice, plump lips that would make anyone want her to kiss her or have her kiss any part of their body and a nice tan that could only really be described as rich. In the moment that Alistair was looking at her she looked down and saw the paper in his hand before a soft smile graced her face. "Welcome Alistair." she said in a soft and alluring voice that matched the alluring hum he heard earlier confirming that she was the one who was humming. "How do you know my name?" Alistair asked with a million other questions building up behind his mental floodgate just ready to burst out but he held his tongue for now. "I've been watching you for a while and I know you have a lot of questions so please have a seat with me and I will explain everything." she said calmly as she walked to a small table, her hips swaying along with her ass and tits jiggling causing Alistair's eyes to have and decide on what to see the most. Quickly though he walked over to the table and sat down at one of the two chairs that were there before looking at the woman who walked by for a moment before grabbing a plate off the counter and coming back handing it to him, it was a slice of cake with a fork. "Happy Birthday." she said softly and with a giggle. "How about I start with my name? Well you can call me Evelyn." she said introducing herself. "Now let's see if we can try to speed our way through the many questions you have." she said seemingly knowing how many questions he had for her. Alistair looked at Evelyn as she took a small breath. "Yes I was the one who sent you that book, I know a lot about you because I've been watching you for a few years now, I used my magic to make all of that happen, no I'm not a human I am a succubus." she listed off rather quickly before having to take another breath. Alistair looked at her rather surprised, she had answered a few questions he had wanted to ask but that last answer just raised a few more. "Ok, so first, succubus? Like the kind that would kill me and suck my soul out through sex? Second, you say magic but when I look around here all I see is a lab, no magical items or anything. Third, why me?" Alistair asked as he looked at the cake before eating a little bit of it out of the little hunger he had after skipping breakfast. "Yes that kind but don't worry I wont take your soul or anything like that, I wanna keep you all intact." she started with a light giggle. "I'm very different from all the other succubus who only focus on magic. I like to combine both science and magic to create now things much like the book I sent you, though to be honest that was more magic than science, and it's because I've been watching you for a few years now and I believe you will be the best person to help me along with a few other reasons." Evelyn answered calmly with a reassuring smile, though with answering that last part a small blush came across her face. Alistair raised an eyebrow as he looked at her. "Help you with what?" he asked curiously and found it strange that someone wanted him for something, usually if someone wanted him it was for some standard labor. "Well as you probably know succubus' live mostly on sex and sexual energy. This is true but I've found it a little boring here, aside from you of course." she explained with the last part being said in a more seductive manner causing Alistair to blush. "So I figured that we could work together on a little plan." she continued. "You know of the term multiverse?" she asked. Alistair nodded slightly. "I do know of it." he replied still looking at her with his eyes occasionally glancing down at her massive rack causing Evelyn to smile every now and then when he does. "Good." she started. "Well in my studies I found out not only is it a real thing but I've figured out how to travel it." holding up her finger when Alistair's eyes widened she continues. "I want to feed off of the sexual energy in many worlds and you're going to help me." she said with a seductive smirk while looking at Alistair. "You've got quite the sex drive and an exceeding amount of natual stamina from when I watch you play with youself." Upon saying that Alistair nearly choked on the cake piece he was eating. Clearing his throat he looked at her with a red face. "H-how.." he stammered before remembering she said she was watching him, though he didn't know it was that closely. "How do you think I'm going to do this? Since you say you watch me you've probably seen that I'm not really one to start up a conversation. When I get going I can be but everything else is just something I struggle with. Plus it seems like that will take a long time considering I can't just walk up and say 'Hey let me plow your ass right here.'." Alistair explained before Evelyn gave a small chuckle. "Well now you can." she said causing Alistair to look confused. "That warm feeling in your chest isn't just your love for me." Evelyn teased with a wink. "But rather a special magic I created and gave to you once you read that book. Now you can do that and pretty much just about anything. All you have to do is say it and people will just accept everything you say as fact or just a natural thing." she explained. "Let me give you an example: You see a nice woman down the street and you walk up to her, with this ability you can say 'Suck me off' and she will get on one knee and suck you off right there as if it was a normal thing to do." Alistair was a bit shocked that he possibly had something like that in him and could use before giving Evelyn a bit of a look. "Too bad it won't work on me." she chimed in quickly before giggling. "I made sure it won't work on me but it's ok because I'll still suck your cock with powers or not. Just not right now though." she continued as Alistair's face turned an extreme shade of red. "My work isn't done yet." she said getting up. "I need to make a few special adjustments." Alistair looked at her before looking surprised as Evelyn walked over to him and got between his legs. "Let's get to work." she said as she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and balls gently. Her touch on his bare skin was silky smooth and would make it hard to last if she started to do anything more. "It's not bad for average but let me make it more amazing." she said looking up at him with a smile. As she looked back down at his cock her hands started to get warmer than they already were, becoming a little hot along with strangely beginning to glow. She started to stroke his cock gently causing him to moan and throw his head back but to his surprise it felt like she wasn't really giving him a handjob but more like she was molding it into something different. Evelyn was in her own little world as she worked on his cock and balls stretching it and shaping it but surprisingly it still felt amazing. After what felt like an hour Alistair heard Evelyn say the simple word "Done!" Leaning his head forward after the waves of pleasure subsided his eyes widened in shock. His cock was a monster now as he saw Evelyn measuring it all around. "Let's see we have a nice hard 19 inch cock, 4 inches thick, and nice baseball sized balls just full of cum. Perfect." she giggles and looked at her handiwork with a smile. "All those girls are gonna be molded to your cock after a nice fuck and of course I'll have some fun with you too but I wanna save myself for later with you." "How am I going to hide something like this?" he asked before raising his hand to answer his own question. "Let me guess, no one will notice it until the clothes are off because of a little magic." he answered as it was met with a nod. Putting his cock away and getting up, though it was a chore and left quite the bulge sticking out of his pants, Evelyn motioned him to follow. "Now let's not waste any more time." she said with an excited look in her eyes as she walked over to a computer and sat down in a chair. Alistair followed behind her as he looked at the screen for a moment before looking at her, and her massive rack and trying to not rip his pants. "So how are we going to do this? Are you going to cast some kind of spell that will teleport me?" he asked before getting tapped on the nose gently. "No that's where the science part comes in. I've spent decades on this type of travel and now I think its ready to be tested." she said handing him a smartphone looking device. Alistair took it and looked at it. Seemed just like a regular phone with a few apps that looked custom to this phone for his adventure. "This will help you keep in contact with me along with helping you travel. Plus a few other things but we can wait with that until a little later." she giggled as Alistair looked at the phone. He wondered if he really was going to do this, he quickly came to the decision that this was better than just having a boring life filled with the same routine day in and out, that and everything that had just happened really convinced him to go with it all and go forward with this plan. "So I guess I'll call you in another universe." he said to her as he stood back a bit. Evelyn pressed some keys on her keyboard in a sequence at her desk and smiles. "When you come back to this universe after your adventure my holes are all yours." she said happily before seeing Alistair glow both in the face with a blush before his entire body glowed and disappear to a different universe for a great and sexy adventure.
  19. EvangelineWadsworth

    erotica Unorthodox

    Entry 1 I parked my car in the third spot in the garage, touching the new fob attached to my dashboard and listening to the gentle hum of the garage door closing. This was it; I was in my new home. I pulled my luggage out of the trunk, hefting a bag onto why shoulder just as the door to the house opened and my Master walked through. My breath caught as I looked at him, as it did every time I saw him. He was an impressive figure standing 6'5" with broad shoulders, a trim waist, a chiseled jaw, and gray hair. His skin was tanned from hours spent outside at the pool or golfing, and his bright blue eyes twinkled when he saw me. "Nora," he breathed, his arms opening wide, and I grinned, dropping the bag and running to him, throwing myself at his chest, seeking affection and protection in his embrace. He held me to him and lifts my chin, kissing my lips, my body responding immediately, pressing against him. Despite the age gap, this man knew how to work my body into a frenzy unlike anything I've every experienced. "Come, my sweet little girl," he said, finally releasing me and picking up my heavy bag and grabbing the rolling suitcase. I followed him into the house, him leading the way through winding hallways and up stairs until we entered an elegantly decorated bedroom in vivid greens, blues, and golds. He placed my luggage against the wall and showed me the large walk-in closet and private bathroom attached to my new bedroom. I nodded, paying attention as he talked about where towels and linens were stored. "Thank you, Master," I said demurely when he finished, lowering my eyes the way I knew he adored. He cupped my cheek, stroking my soft skin and again lifted my chin. He looked into my eyes and said, "I long to fuck you, my little slut, but I have an important call that is coming through in five minutes. Unpack. I will join you soon." He kissed me and left, and I obediently began to unpack my luggage. ---------------------------------------------- I first met Master when I was a student in his business class at the university I attended. The handsome 65-year-old captured my attention during class, and before and after it, too. I obsessed over him, watching him when I thought he didn't see me. I wanted so badly to get his attention, but the gold ring on his left hand ring finger told me that he was off limits. We had just finished our lecture for the day, and the professor returned our latest exams. Mine, although marked, had no score written, but there was a note: Please see me during my office hours. Curious, I made my way to the professor's office later that day, knocking lightly on the door. He bid me enter, and I did so, closing the door behind me. The office was dark except for a sliver of natural light streaming through the blind-covered windows and a small lap in the corner of the room. Books lined two of the four walls, and a large desk took up most of the space. "Lock the door, Miss Wells," he said, and the tendril of dominance I heard in his voice created an automatic response in my body, my hand flipping the lock behind me. "Yes, Sir," I replied, and I turned back to face him, standing still in the spot. The older man smiled and nodded, pleased with my obedience, and my heart warmed in pleasure. He watched me, considering, and I remained still, and then he stared at me and ordered, "Strip." I blinked, but my body responded, pulling my T-shirt over my head and wiggling out of my blue jeans. I unfastened my bra and dropped it onto the floor, and then I rolled my panties down, standing in the center of the office...naked. I lowered my head, blushing, suddenly nervous. He just stared at me for a few minutes, and I began to tremble. What I feared was that he was no longer interested; he stood, walking toward me. He surveyed me, walking around me slowly, appraising my bare body before him. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt my pussy begin to ache. The blush in my cheek deepened. I was aroused, something I'd experienced before, despite my virgin state. At 21-years old, I was the oldest virgin in my sorority. My sorority sisters were divided, some complimenting me on taking my time and others acting as though I were from another planet. The professor reached out, cupping my breast, lifting it as though he were weighing it. He massaged and groped, stroking my soft skin. My breath quickened, and I looked up at him from beneath my eyelashes. He dropped my breast and said, "Kneel for me," and I obeyed, dropping to my knees. He nodded and wrapped a fist around the base of my ponytail, tugging it until I looked up into his face. "You are a natural submissive, my little girl," he said, his voice praising me. "I am pleased with that." He moved away from me, going over to a chair and tugging off his tie. He tossed it on the back of the chair and said, "Go to the desk, place your hands in the center of it, and bend over, arching your back and lifting your bottom." "Yes, Sir," I replied standing quickly and going to his desk. I placed my palms flat on the center of the desk, standing on tiptoes to reach. I arched my back and lifted my full bottom. I remained in this position for quite some time, and then I felt him slide his arms around my body from behind. He fondled my breasts, jiggling them until they bounced, and I giggled, feeling excitement in his embarace. I heard the whir of his zipper and the clanking of his buckle, and then I felt his cock slide along my pussy lips. My heart pounded in my chest. He was going to fuck my virgin pussy. He traced my pussy lips with his cock, the tip hitting the aroused bundle of nerves there. I whimpered, and then he used his knee to part my thighs. I felt fingers cup my mound, and I sighed as he parted my lower lips, and then I felt the head of his cock slip into me. I moaned gently, and then I felt him pull out, missing him inside of me already. Without warning, he thrust in deep, pushing past my virgin barrier and sinking deep inside her velvet petals. I screamed, stunned by the pain and the sudden fullness in my body, and he remained still, his breathing ragged, his head pressed against my shoulder blades. "I'm sorry for not asking if you were a virgin," he finally said, his voice deep. "I would have been gentler if I'd known." I shook my head, looking over my shoulder at him. "Please, Sir, I am fine. Please just...just..." I searched for the right word... "Just fuck you," he finished, growling his words in my ear, and he pulled back only to ram in deep again. Over and over he thrust into my willing pussy, and then he stilled, pulling back one last time. He gripped my hair, tugging my head backward, and he licked my neck just as he thrust in hard. I cried out, my back arching. Over and over, he rammed into me, his assault on my pussy sending my hormones into overdrive. Suddenly, he jerked, pulling back, and then rammed in deeper than before, shooting hot spurts of cum into my cunt. I screamed, my body convulsing under his, and I joined him in release, our juices mingling as our bodies collapsed in a heap. ---------------------------------------------- I smiled at the memory, stowing my panties in the top drawer of the dresser. In the weeks since he took my virginity, I'd learned to call him Master, to follow his every command, to be his willing, adoring submissive. And last night, I became his slave.
  20. SnowyChainsaw

    recommendations Erotica Recommendations

    Hello everyone. I've been trying to find some quality erotic fiction but so far nothing has caught my eye. Can anyone recommend anything? I think I'm looking for something either fantasy or science fiction featuring a gay, female protagonist but at this point I'm open to any suggestions. And, of course, the more explicit the better.
  21. Title says it all, which adjectives and descriptive words are your favorites to use when roleplaying with people? I feel as if I keep picking from a small pool of words, so I'm trying to expand. (My personal favorites are swirl, throb, and burst in no order or context lmao)
  22. Noah Takumi

    erotica Hot night.

    Hot night. Created for fun by me, for everyone. In truth I got bored. Warning this is a mini story that's a bit in length. [Shhh...] - Shower water going. Standing in the shower his eyes closed, body soaked Noah tried to relax from a stressful evening. "Haa... Why do I pay for internet that doesn't work... Haaahhh. I shouldn't think about it, it'll just piss me off." He would say in a near whisper as he continued to sigh there being nothing else he could do. Starting to wash he hoped that when he was finished his internet would return, since he paid like $150.00 on it. Using spa glove to clean his body he moaned and groaned in pleasure due to working his muscle over, washing everything head to toe he let his pain be washed away... More his frustration. [Click...Slam] "Noah I'm back." Nimiko would say as she threw off her coat putting it on the banister before heading up taking off her long sleeve shirt for her spaghetti shirt underneath. Hearing the sound of the door and little else Noah grabbed his towel from off the towel rack and wrapped his waist covering himself, exiting the bathroom he heard footsteps nearby turning his head toward the steps he saw Nimiko. Seeing Noah this way was normal he was always walking around in just a towel when getting out, she then walked over to him dripping in excitement. "Today was so much, I went out with Mika today and we explored; Shopping, arcades, flirting with guys in bars. It was great, I'm happy I went thanks for much for talking me into Noah-san." She would say as she bounced around ending her excitement in a hug. Hugging her back Noah smiled knowing she was going to have a good time, it being a great thing since her friend was again going away. "Your welcome, this is why you should always listen to me. I'm always right." He would say while fitting the knot on his towel. "Sorry Noah." She would say hugging him without thinking. "You said that like something went wrong, your fine. I'm just making sure I don't lose the thing, so tell me more in a bit, I'm going to get dressed." He then left leaving for his room dabbing himself off and putting on his night pants, once on he threw a towel around his neck drying off his hair as he headed back to her room. [Knock-Knock] "Still want to talk?" He would say feeling better. Not descent enough for him to enter she continued to get dress putting on her spaghetti shirt again standing in her panties as she looked for something to throw on. "Alright my shorts." She would say them being quite short. "Come in." She would say as she stood there waiting Pushing the door open he walked in shirtless as usual and sat on her bed spreading his legs and drying his hair a bit more, closing his eyes as he went in. Watching him her friends words got to her and she started looking at Noah a little differently, he did look good, and he could be her type, but what did that mean really? "Noah... Have you had sex before?" She would ask trusting him enough to reveal stuff to him, discuss and all that stuff. While drying off he giggled. "Random much, but why? Does it matter?" He would ask enjoying teasing her above all else. "No... I was just wondering, don't make it sound strange." She would say turning away from him curling up her face. "You're such a liar, tell me the reason... I'll tell you. Seriously... I'm not a private person." He would say before smirking and pulling her over to him making her sit on his lap. Struggling to get free she squirmed a bit her rear rubbing on him as she turned around, "Let go before I hurt you." She would say. "Hurt me?" He then turned her on her back grabbing her legs pushing between them, while there she lifted a leg placing it on his collar bone and pushed up and away. Once up and got on her knees as Noah got over his member pushing against her rear as he leaned over her, "And how would me?" He would ask feeling he had her. "I could.. I just don't." With that she dropped turned around and wrapped her legs around his waist, as she pushed up she pushed down his pants a bit. "I won't let run away." He would say as he pulled her into he dropped as he kissed her neck, their compromising position taking a tool on his better judgement her clothes in disarray while his member started to harden without permission. "...Haa.. I win." He then got off of her, as he sat at the edge of the bed he tried to calm down putting a leg up to hide his growing girth. "You wish, I wasn't pinned 3 seconds." She then pulled down his shoulders and leaned over his face, as she looked back toward him she smirked. "Lucky... But this enough to win." He would say gripping her thighs and using his strength to hoist her up her rear directly in his face, the position exciting. "Ah.. Noah that's cheating." She would say as she looked up inches from his erection. "Hey are you alright?" She asked him blushing turning a bit red. "Of course, I didn't lose." He would say as he didn't think of how to put her down not wanting to just throw her, "Umm I still don't lose but I'm going to have to put you down." He then placed her on his chest. "J-Just checking." She would say not wanting to embarrassing him as she moved back her shorts outlining her p**sy, as she nervously moved away from his erection. Moving back like she was her breast then giggling in his face his heart feeling like it was going to jump out his chest as blood raced to his member. "Well tie then." She would say seeing Noah struggling and thinking it was cute. "No. I win, I just choose not to finish." He would say. "That's not how this goes you have to earn it." She would correct his theory. "Do you want me to? Earn it? You must have noticed I'm not fit to play right?... Yet if you want me to earn it, I will." He would say in a calm voice before taking his arm and slouching into it trying to hide his situation. "Doesn't matter. Does it? Is something wrong-g-g?" She would tease knowing he wouldn't say it. "Nothing in the slightest." He would say his eyes darting over to her, as she moved into him. "Then why can't you finish? Why can't you... Win per-say?" Her teasing growing. "Fine." He then in rush grabbed her by the waist, pushing her to the bed. As she tried to fight it kicking him, he simply pushed between both legs as he grabbed both arms forcing them above her head. "Ha.. My butts up." She would say not close enough to him to feel it, Noah controlling himself. "Hmm... Alright." He'd say pushing close against her center his member rubbing against her fabric and p**sy was, the look in his eyes becoming much more serious. "1..2..3.. I win." He would say leaning into her ear as he held her hands with his right hand, his left sliding to her rear gripping her right cheek as he hoisted her closer to him having them grind. "... Agree?" He would say before laying kisses upon her neck her vagina reacting to the action. "N-oah.." She would say nervous. "... A-gree." He would say as his hand re-leased her hands sliding down her left arm rubbing pass her left breast. "A-A-gree." She would mumble his member pulsating against her lower parts as he got up. "Excuse me." He then got up and left the room aroused to no end, everything setting him above the calm down bar. Right now he knew what he had to do, not being one to touch himself he entered his room and breathed deep getting up to watch something hot. Only wanting to have sex right now. "I wonder... (If I wouldn't have agreed would he have went further?)" She thought blushing at the feel of his member against her, a hand going to her lower area as she took her hand inside her pants letting a finger inside her lower lips. "(I'm really wet.)" She thought blushing wondering how much she wanted to say 'no' to him telling her to agreed. Suddenly she got up and walked over to him closing the door. [Click] As she walked in without knocking Noah was thinking about touching himself, seeing the lewd video before her she looked away. "Eh??? Sor-ry." She would say. "Nimiko... Eh.. I could use some privacy." He would say getting up and walking over to her as she continued to storm in closing the door. "What are you doing? I had a reason for leaving, and it wasn't for you to follow me." He would say still having lewd thoughts of her. "I wanted to check on you, you seemed... angry." She would say standing there watching. "I'm not. Promise... Haahh. Nimiko." He would say putting hands to his face. "I saw you, now leave me be." He would say. "Saw what?" She would say following him to the bed, as he sat down on the edge. "Your face... Did I... Surprise you? Your not allowed to lie Nimiko-san." He would say standing up over to her. "Ehh.. A little. I didn't expect you to touch me like that, you never do." She then looked off a bit. "Sorry, but you pushed me... No... I should of just let you win. It's on me... I shouldn't have touched you, we don't have play fight anymore. I guess we're too old for that anyway." He would then turned around. "There goes that old man talk, just hand over the championship belt. It doesn't belong with old men anyway." She would say furthering her teasing. "Oh I can keep up, in fact. I would of won if it wasn't for you being a girl, not wearing bra, having on booty shorts." He then looked to her. "I'm a guy after all I notice everything about you... Which is why I tried to not fight you. I knew I would try something if I got to aroused." He'd admit. "Aroused???" She would say looking to his hand as he gripped her face. "Last chance, leave or I'll earn that belt and more." He would say his right hand pushing into her hair, his left connecting to her hip as he sat down again pulling her in. "(Will he do things to me if I stay? Am I ok with that?)" She wondered as she felt his left hand on her hip pushing around to touch her rear. "You can't beat me." She would say in a whisper. "Shall I earn it slow then?" He would smirk the hot sex in the background making him want to do just that. "Go get ready for our match then." As she got on the bed Noah knew she had some idea of what he was trying to say, but he planned on making it clear through their playing fighting. Getting into position he felt less bad about whatever happens to transpire between them, figuring it's something she must want even a little getting into this bed with him. Porn in the background his vision trailed off, "Umm get ready... Set...Go!" He would say with them at first locking hands, Nimiko knowing he could win this way whenever she wanted she tried to get away. "Earn it... You said. How should, how would you like to lose." He asked as he smiled her as she stuck out her tongue. Shaking his head at her he pulled her into his stomach, while leaned into him he took his right hand and smacked her rear watching it giggle as he pulled up a finger in the crack of her behind. "Eh. Beating me?" She would say as she decide to keeping pushing, not wanting to fall he curved himself falling back on the pillow. "Trying to hurt me?" He would say looking to her. "You said I couldn't so I trust it, are you hurt?" She would say with attitude. "Ha funny. No." He then pulled her into him her breast in his face checking them out, he then sat up kissing her neck. With him kissing her neck she felt the vibrations travelling through her skin, "N-oah?" She would call out. "You had your chance, I told you before I needed privacy. Now I show you why." He would say letting her go to get herself in order. "So you rather watch this?" She asked. "What's wrong with that? It was better then what I could of did." He would say getting up as she again went to tackle him. "Which was?" She asked wondering. "Mmm that's classified info...but." While down his hand sweep between her legs his middle finger rubbing against her lower lips, "Ah..Ha.Ah.." She would moan out as she placed hands on Noah, "Oops. Sorry, I missed." He would say as she jumped on him. "So bold." He would say teasing. "It won't work you tried that so many times." She would say, "Haii... But this time it different. Right?" He then took his hands to her legs spreading them sitting her on his erection. "(So close to me.)" She thought trying to fight it. Soon she took his hands and put them above his head, doing so he started to thrust feeling it rubbing. "Perv." She would say. "You knew what you were getting into right?" He would say stopping long enough to throw her to the side and get behind her, his d*ck against her cheeks. While there he leaned over her pushing his hips as his left hand went to grab her left breast, reaching up under her shirt to do so massaging her actual breast. "Ah N-oah." She would wine in pleasure red face. "My bad, maybe I'm tired I keep grabbing you wrong. Wanna give up accept your lost, I could get more tired." He would say his member pushing against her lower area still. With her squirming Noah didn't want to let go, he then moved closer to her. "Mhmm you shouldn't move your hips so much..." He would say in warning trying not to moan out. "Maybe you shouldn't be over me so much." She would reply pushing off of him, "We can if you admit I win." She would say. "Why would I do that, this is our funnest game." He would say implying how much he was liking this. As she tried to run from him he pulled her back by her right foot pulling her down, then immediately throwing it and pushing it down her legs open. While she was down in front of her he threw a pillow at her, before he grabbed some the sheet forcing himself between her legs to keep them from closing. "AH... Ah..." She would moan out his hard d*ck rubbing against her soaking wet vagina. "Here wear this for now, 5-10 mins and don't move. Or I'll do something else..." He would say letting her imagine what he would do, he then waited for an answer. "I guess." She would say. "Good." He then smiled wanting to do this since she first started moaning out to him, his hand going to her elastic part of her pants. "Don't move." He would say again. "Oh and no peeking." He would say watching the sheet, smirking. Slowly he then pulled down her short shorts up pass her knees, "Noah???" She would say nervous. "Don't move, and don't worry." He would say as he looked spreading her legs until her lips spread, then he started to lick her. Nimiko dripping wet her juices getting all over his tongue, he moved it up and down and up and down her clit as she gripped his head she blushed. Seeing her pants getting stretched out he decided to just remove them, "You're stretching them." He would say as then fell the center soaked in cum. "A bit more, I'll release you. Take my hand." He would say actually giving her his left hand to squeeze when it was becoming too much, "Hang on." He would say going back down gliding over her entrance, cum still sliding out of her. *Rub-Rub* *Rub-Rub-Rub* *Rub-Rub* He then wiped his face his boner growing tenting over so much in his pants, never noticing she had on panties taking them off he mounted her kissing her neck his member poking her. "Ahh.. Ah Ooo." She would moan out after holding it back for so long. "N-Noah where is my bottoms?" She would say. "Don't know... Don't care. Want them?" He would say knowing how horny she was and the thought went through his head how long she could go without it. "You seem like you're having a bit of fun, are you holding back?" He would whisper to her. "It's not fair, your wearing clothes while removing mines." She would say her heart racing. "What are you saying? You can do that too if you want." He would say feeling like she had a point somewhat, but did so knowing that once he was free he would... Well continue to go even further with her. "Once you cross you can't return.. I have no problem with that." He would say looking to her as he put a hand on his erection. "If you want to see it, you can." He would say knowing that's the only reason to her wanting him to remove them. "Umm... It's not like that I just want to match." She would say Noah hearing the shyness in her voice. "Then pull." He would say putting a hand on his waist line, "I'll help." He would say pulling down his pants his member bouncing up ready to go, "Ready to lose?" He would say. "Uhh Never." She would say as he leaned over her it sliding between her lower lips, "Aha ah." *Thrust up and down* *Thrust up and down* *Member nipping entrance* *Thrusting, thrusting* "Nimiko... You're so wet." He would say his member coated in juices on one side changing the feel of his texture, "Want to keep going?" He asked. "Ma-Maybe." She would say blushing. Noah then worked his hips more as he moved in and started to kiss her, as he lift her legs spreading them he this time let his member fall. "Ahhh... It hurts." She would yell. "Ahh It's cause your tight." He would say getting his tip in moving it around only half in. "Better?" He asked trying to control his deepness inside her. "(Ah her walls are so gooey, and I love how it tugs on the meat.) Uhm Mhm... Ahh Nimi." He would say kissing her neck. "N-Oah.. Ah... It does feel better, it.. it does." She would moan out embarrassed to say such things to him in a moment of weakness. "We should wrestle more?" He would say pushing deeper as she held onto his shoulders, thrusting with him now moving in circles. "Eh Ah...Ahh Ahhh..." Her continuous moans told him one thing, either she was really enjoying it or she was about to cum. As Noah kissed her more he pulled on her hips sending his d*ck ever so deep inside, his d*ck throbbing and twitching inside against her walls. "Ah.. Move less. More less or I'm going to cum inside your body." He would say. "I can't." She would say as she sped up. "Woah Nimiko!" He would say as she rocked it felt so good but. "Ahhhhh." He would moan releasing inside as he realized he should pull out, pulling out fast. "OOoohh Noah." She would moan releasing with him when she felt him pull out white cum oozing out of his tip. Looking at it now it looked so big, it color, everything about it made her blush. "You alright?" She would say looking. "I am, but I accidentally let go. I cam inside, sorry." He would say as he wiped it. "I don't think you'll get pregnant though." He then looked closely to his d*ck red all over his member, he then looked to the sheets. "Are you on your period?" He asked. "No." She would say looking down noticing the blood. "Oh crap... I'm bleeding." She would pushing her hair back. "Was that your first time?" He asked her. "Ah sorry about your sheets, I should shower." She would say getting up after being asked heading to her room to get shower things as she headed to the bathroom. "Man I bled on his sheets and his d*ck, I should have told him I was a virgin. Now I'm embarrassed." She would say talking to herself thinking. As she entering the bathroom with her things she quickly let the water warm up and then got in. [Knock-Knock] "Let me know when you get out so I can wash the sheets." He would say walking away to finish grabbing everything off the bed and taking them to the washer.
  23. MetalRockShooter

    Looking for a furry slave

    Hello, I am new to this website and i am looking for some good Master/Mistress x Slave/pet roleplay. Please check my pref sheet for details on what i would like. Pm or what ever with starters 1-3 paragraphs ONLY. :)
  24. Miss-Snowy

    erotica Sisterhood - Part 2 :D

    Sisterhood I awoke lying naked on my older sister’s bed. My head felt fuzzy and heavy, and I struggled to remember how I had got there. I could feel the bare skin of Nikki’s body against mine, holding me close, like a lover. She had nestled her head into my armpit and had one arm draped over my chest, the other tucked in underneath her body and her knees curled up around one of my legs. I shifted nervously as my lack of an explanation for such a tender embrace with my sister eluded me, only for her to hold me tighter. She looked so helpless. So, dependant. I relaxed my body and lay there for a time, trying to piece together what had transpired the day before. I remembered us teasing each other while in the kitchen, nothing more than light sibling banter, and I had provoked her and ran off into her room. She had tickled me into submission like she always did when she needed to assert her authority, or at least knock me down a peg, but when I cried uncle something had happened. I shook the thought from my head, and carefully peeled away Nikki’s arm, sliding out of her embrace gracefully, so not to wake her. She let out a moan and curled up into a ball but she was a fairly heavy sleeper, and so kept on dreaming soundly. I sat on the side of her bed, stretched my aching limbs and rubbed the balls of my wrists into my eyes, hoping to clear my head. The room around me looked as if someone had emptied the contents of a lingerie shop all over the floor, frilly pants and bras and suspenders and corsets lay in messy piles around the room, and I suppressed the urge to gasp as the realisation hit me. I thought back to when Nikki was tickling me and I could hear my frantic laughter booming inside my head. But there was something else. Barely audible at the edge of my subconscious, I had heard a soft, comforting whisper call out my name. It sounded like my own voice and seemed to be coming from everywhere and nowhere at once, and it was soothing and empowering at the same time. I remembered looking up at my sister, triumphant and proud, and my body suddenly exploding with desire as the voice echoed around my mind, reassuring me that the feeling was a good thing. Every fibre of my being wanted to feel her soft skin against mine and, unable to stop myself and without a second thought, I had sat myself up and kissed her with every ounce of passion I could muster. The moment our lips had touched raw emotion had flooded my being, driving me into a state of pure lust and uncontrollable desire. But it was not my sister’s body, nor my own sexual satisfaction that I had desired. I wanted her to lust after me. I wanted to feel her love for me, to know that she needed me and that only by pleasuring me could she find pleasure for herself. And for her to beg to for me to allow her to climax, as if I was the only being that could make it happen. And I had got what I wanted. The first time we made love was an almost mutual experience. I had been overcome with emotion and when Nikki pleasured me, she brought me to the most intense orgasm I had ever known. My body had squirmed in ecstasy and we had both cried out for it to never end. But as the day went on I began to dominate her more and more, ordering her to kneel before me and kiss my feet, and making her dance around in her sexiest underwear for my amusement. And she complied too my every demand. My erotic demands had been just a game at first, me seductively asking her to impress her princess and her sarcastically agreeing, in the same way any mutual lovers would have done during a night of sexual exploration. But my demands got more and more preposterous and demeaning, until eventually she was curled up on the floor, kissing and licking my toes while I casually watched TV or had something to eat. Every now and again I had demanded that my own sister, who had looked out for me and kept me fed and happy, satisfy me sexually like some overzealous dominatrix and she would thank me for allow her to do so. Then she had asked whether or not she had permission to pleasure herself. Sometimes I would say yes, and she would grin happily before settling in, and sometimes I would refuse her request, which would visibly disappoint her, and if she had performed well, I would throw her into a chair or onto the floor and lick her soaking wet pussy myself, as a special ‘reward’. The thought rampaged around my mind and I wished none of it to be true, but the evidence was all around me, un-ignorable, unfathomable, but real. I had treated the person I respected the most like a slave, a piece of meat that’s only reason for existence was for my amusement. And I had loved every second of it. Having such power over someone I had been so afraid of disappointing, someone who I looked up to and confided in so regularly, had felt so invigorating. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and I ran down the corridor, past the bathroom to sob into my pillow. What had I become? I woke up once again, in my own bed this time, an hour or so later. I was still stark naked so tossed the thin, light blue cotton sheet I had crawled into to one side and climbed out of bed and onto the cream carpeted floor of my bedroom. It was a small, single bedroom with barely enough space for all the junk I had accumulated over the years, but I kept it tidy and everything had its place. I got up and walked over to a white dresser and opened the top drawer, glancing at the clock to check how long I had until my sister’s alarm went off and woke her up so she could get to work on time. It was nine o’clock, I had a full hour. The memories of the day before still swirled around my mind but I was trying my best to ignore them, I needed to make breakfast and some lunch for Nikki to take to work, it’s what I always did on a Sunday morning and the figured the best thing for me was normality, at least until Nikki woke up and I could gauge her reaction. I carefully searched though the clothes neatly folded and arranged in the draw until I found a pair of pink jogging bottoms and a black, long sleeved turtle neck sweater to put on. It was mid-summer and far too hot to be wearing such concealing clothing but I needed them to hide my body from my sister. After closing the top draw I searched through the bottom one to find my only sports bra to stop my breasts from bouncing around under the tight fitting sweater. I hated the thing but could not risk the sight of me jiggling around exciting my sister if she was still the gormless slave girl I remembered from the night before. My breasts had grown considerably over the last year or two and the constricting bra was even more uncomfortable than ever, but with a huff I slipped into some loose fitting shorts and a t-shirt and headed down stairs to start cooking. As time went on I became more and more nervous as anxiety took hold of my emotions. What would she say? How would I react? What if she had been gripped by some unknown force and could not stop herself either? What if it happened again? I had to forcibly remove such thoughts from my mind, deciding that the best course of action was to carry out my chores as normal. Once I began busying myself with chores I started to feel my usual self again. My body had not been overcome by an unquenchable thirst for sexual interaction and I found myself humming softly. The thought made me almost giggle at how ridiculous it sounded and my mood lightened a little more, although not by much. I was sitting on a round, metal seated stool next to the cooker on the far side of the kitchen from the door, and was reading a newspaper from the day before, all the time keeping a close eye on the four, fat pork sausages slowly frying away to my right. I had my elbow resting on the smooth, black surface of the kitchen counter so I could use my arm and hand to support my head and peer down at the feckless drivel of the tabloid in my other hand. The combined heat of hot summer weather and proximity to the naked flames cooking breakfast was making me sweat profusely, causing my heavy clothing to stick to my small frame like a glove and giving my normally silky smooth skin a greasy, slimy texture. I let my long, straight red hair flow over my shoulders down past my elbows and it had clumped up in the intense heat and was still frizzy from not being combed after a full nights fidgeting. There was no way someone would find that attractive. I was hideous. I looked like an old hag tempting unsuspecting victims to their doom with promises of sausage sandwiches and glasses of orange juice. I could not suppress the giggle that formed inside my belly this time and felt it erupt out of my mouth, making me feel much better. By the time Nikki woke up I had finished cooking the sausages and had made them into sandwiches, and was busy making cheese and ham ones for her lunch. I heard her shout a good morning down from upstairs while she stumbled down the corridor and into the bathroom, I had all but forgotten about my anxieties regarding the day before and cheerfully shouted my reply without breaking my focus on what I was doing. Nikki liked tonnes of margarine on her bread but it had been in the fridge so it was proving difficult to spread without shredding the soft bread. “Morning” she blurted out loudly as she entered the room, startling me slightly and ruining my rhythm. I spun round to yell at her but my voice was snatched from my throat as Nikki stretched out her magnificent form upwards in a long and clearly satisfying yawn. Her slender but strong arms clasped at the wrists and raised high above her head causing her flat, toned stomach muscles to flex outwards slightly and her huge breasts to aggrandize under the loose, high cut t-shirt barely covering them. Her eyes were still closed so I quickly turned back around to hide my now bright pink, sweaty face and tried to calm myself down by getting back to my chores and pretending nothing had happened. Fortunately, I had already placed my sister’s breakfast on the table so I could try and calm myself down before turning to face such raw sexiness. “Morning Nikki, sleep well?” I muttered nervously while grabbing the orangey-red cheese from next to me. There was a long uncomfortable silence and I could feel my sister’s gaze analyze me for disturbances. “Ok, what’s up?” she asked after a short amount of time had somehow lasted an eternity. “Nothing, I’m fine” my chopping was hurried and nervous and even I did not believe the words that had come out of my mouth. “Are you wearing a sports bra?” another seemingly innocent question I needed to be careful about answering, she knew me like the back of her hand and a single word out of place was sure to arouse her suspicions. “You hate that thing, and it’s a hundred degrees outside” she added. I mustered up all the courage and self control I had left to make my half truths as convincing as possible; “Ok so I’m feeling a little under the weather and got a bit overexcited” I gestured quotation marks with my hands for emphasise “but I’ll be fine so eat your damn breakfast, it’s already cold. I’ve made you some sarnes’ for lunch and there ‘s a pack of crisps in the cupboard, hurry up or you’ll be late”. I paced over to her and grabbed her empty plate and replaced it with a small plastic box with a blue lid, containing the sandwiches I had prepared for her. She just shrugged and, holding a half eaten sausage in her mouth, got up to head back up stairs to get dressed. I had not convinced her of anything except that it was not worth the trouble digging, so I watched that big firm backside waddle through the doorway and could not help but picture it in a red and black lacy thong and its round tanned cheeks glistening with its owner’s orgasm juices. I stood there listening to her footsteps up the stairs and waited for the bang of her bedroom door closing. The moment it echoed through the house I exhaled the breath I had been holding and fell to my knees, my hand reaching for my soaking wet slit and moaning with relief. My other hand shot up my sweater and to find my nipples but they were buried underneath the tough fabric of my sports bra, filling me with regret for putting the thing on. I tore off my cloths in frustration and lay back onto the cool, black and white ceramic tiles of the kitchen floor, rubbing the fingers of one hand up and down my clitoris and teasing myself by pushing them slightly into my tight vagina before pulling them out and continuing to tickle my clit. The passion burned through me and all I could think about was my sexy older sister’s naked body curled up below me, begging me to let her taste my pussy one last time, her beautiful deep brown eyes wide and convincing in their plead. And her seductive bottom wiggling around in front of me as I played with myself and cheered her on, mocking her if she stepped out of rhythm or the music stopped between tracks. I tried my best to keep the intense moans buried but my middle finger had found its way inside me and was rubbing up against my g-spot, while the palm of my hand kept up the assault on my clitoris causing brief tremors of pleasure to reverberate though my body. I could not take it for much longer, I could feel the orgasm building up inside, forcing my body to arch up off the kitchen floor and me to cry out in ecstasy. I squeezed my breasts with my spare hand and flicked and pinched my nipples, creating a pleasurable numbing feeling in my chest and bringing me closer and closer to a climax. I imagined my sister’s soft cheeks caressing my thighs as she licks my wet pussy and thank me explicitly for giving her the chance to pleasure the most purely beautiful thing she has ever seen. I pictured her spread out across the coffee table in the living room with my feet resting on her stomach, masturbating while I sit and watch TV, ordering her not to cum until my programme had finished. The orgasm ripped through my body and exploded out of my mouth in a muffled cry of pleasure, my hand was covering it in hopes of drowning out the sound, but I squirmed and writhed so violently I had to use both hands to steady myself and my moans of satisfaction escaped into the air as my body began to relax once again. I lay on the kitchen floor, puffing, panting and giggling in glee until I notice Nikki standing in the doorway, looking down at me lustfully. “You promised I was the only one who could make you cum, little sister” she said with some remorse, but a lot of adoration. It was at that moment I accepted what I had become, the look of disappointment, betrayal, fascination, lust and submission spread across her face and perplexed my mind. How could so many contrasting emotions be present at once? This was true love, and it was aimed at me. I felt a second tremor of an orgasm rumble throughout my body as my fingers continued their playful work and I smiled at my older sister with equal adoration; seductively bit my bottom lip so hard it drew blood and gestured for her help me up. “You did” was all I could manage before I let my senses fade out of contentment, distorting my perceptions and relaxing my body and that seemed to satisfy her. She smiled back and scoped me up in her arms and carried me upstairs, kissing my forehead periodically, and sat me down on my bed. I was still delirious after such an intense orgasm so just waved my hand about in thanks. Nikki kissed me on the lips and declared she was off to work and would not be back until late. I listened to her leaving and set an alarm for one o’clock, two hours from now. I would have just napped until I was ready to get up but the voice in my head told me to make sure I was not late for Church.
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