Fantasy & Sci-Fi

Ashriel wanted to talk to her too, but he didn’t know how. Seth had allowed him to listen in on their conversation and the sound of her voice had nearly driven him to his knees in relief that she was okay. Her life-force felt strong and she didn’t sound like she was in pain. He did feel her distress though. “What is it?” Ashriel demanded when he felt the connection to him break. Seth opened his eyes. “She can’t make out where she is.” “Why not? What’s wrong?” Reiven and Amadashiel crowded around Seth as well. “It must be dark.” Ashriel frowned. “She’s a werewolf. She can see good in the dark.” Seth glared. “Not in total darkness. She feels fine. I didn’t feel any pain or discomfort in her body. She’s lying on a bed.” Seth’s eyes closed again. “I smell humidity. It’s cool… like she’s underground. And there’s the hum of machinery in the background.” Ashriel shivered as he began picking up everything Seth spoke of. He closed his eyes also and sniffed. It was definitely underground. The sound of water dripping slowly, echoing in the background also made him frown. “A basement?” Amadashiel suggested. Ashriel shook his head. “No. The echo… It’s like a big space. Cavernous.” “Like an underground tunnel system?” Reiven added. “The sewer system,” Seth said. Ashriel’s eyes snapped open. “Do you realize the extent and size of a sewer system in a city of this size?” Seth shook his head. “She’s close. I can feel her. I need to get out of here and walk the streets.” Ashriel looked …

In a far off land in a different time, my fantasy begins. I awaken with excitement, for today is my day to begin the ritual to become a women and a princess to the kingdom so one day I can be a Queen. The day starts with the servants coming in and rushing me to the bath. They clean me with a special scented soap and scrub me all over, taking gentle care on my body. Then they clean my insides by squirting a special mixture up into my pussy. This makes me feel very warm and tingling inside as I think about the ritual tonight as the servants pay special attention to me. Then they take the same special liquid, lay me on my side and pour it into my rosebud hole. They cover me with a blanket to keep me from being cold and instruct me to lay there and keep it in until they return. Its takes all of my concentration but they finally return after what seemed like hours. They stand me up and I go relieve myself and then get back into the tub where they continue to clean me. After they have finished preparing me, they insert two objects inside of me. One of these is a long object about four inches long and one inch wide which goes into my pussy. As they are putting this thing inside of me, I feel myself get warm and tingle each time they touch me. They bed me over a table and insert another object inside of me after spreading something onto my rosebud. It feels very good, and I want them to keep doing it, but they spread my butt and insert a round ball with a base which they put into my …

Anniel’s wolf sense warned her of danger. The light link she had to Seth tightened and bloomed more powerful. What’s going on? I can feel your apprehension. Anniel looked around the claustrophobic elevator at the big Hazdraec and two Gorgundts. They’re taking us to their boss. I don’t like this, but they still have Eriel— she replied telepathically . I’m coming over— Seth stated. But what about Rayne? You’re going to leave her just with Abdy? Is he strong enough to guard the starcruiser and the girl by himself?— Anniel asked nibbling her lip. She felt his hesitation. It’s s a nightmare out here, Annie. People are killing each other off left and right. I have the building the starcruiser is perched on sealed off, and, just in case, I also have it cloaked in invisibility. If I were more powerful, like Dev, I could pop in over there and keep the starcruiser safe too. We’ll be fine, Seth. My son is a good fighter, and you know Ashriel is legendary. I’ll stay in contact, Anniel. Keep yourself safe. Please. Anniel sighed, looking up at Ashriel. He and Natanael were having a staring contest. Ashriel’s nostrils were flared and his brows drawn. His left wing slid out and brushed against her back. She felt the distinct nudge as he pushed her closer to Natanael. Nat’s eyes lowered to her. Always animated and laughing, Anniel felt a bit of tension coil within her at his intense look. Reaching out, he gripped her around her waist and pulled her against him, his eyes rising once more to …

“It’s like I’m sliding sideways through time and space,” Quentin explained to Vivienne. “You might have seen that movie with Gwyneth Paltrow, or maybe, in this continuum, Renee Zellweger: Sliding Doors. Only for me, it’s all the time. The way I understand it is like what Stephen Hawkings explains. You know, that we live in an infinity of parallel universes. Only that while most people stay in one spacetime continuum all their lives, I’m constantly sliding through all of them. I don’t go backwards and forwards in time. I just go forwards, but the universe I’m in changes around me. And I’ve got no control of it any more than most people have any choice about which parallel universe they spend the whole of their lives in.” “Go on,” urged Vivienne, as Quentin paused to assess her reaction. Was she humouring him? Quentin wondered. He often felt the urge to confess his predicament, knowing that the Quentin who would have to live with the consequences of it was the Quentin whose body he was currently occupying and who would, no doubt, be thoroughly confused by the memory of this occasion. But Quentin had long stopped caring about what the Quentins he lived in might think. After all, they weren’t always that kind to him. He had several times suffered venereal diseases, war wounds, and even an uncomfortably generous waistline that had been bequeathed on him for the moment of his residency. “Are you sure?” Quentin asked. Most women he’d spoken to on this matter (almost always women …

I will start by introducing myself, my name is Kiley. I'm twenty six, medium build, with brown hair and eyes. I have large C cup breasts, stand about five foot three and I was abducted by aliens. I know what you're thinking, "another looney with the anal probe story", and technically you would be right, at least about the anal probe part. I'm not lying however. I had the soreness and the "cum" stains to prove it. How about I start from the beginning. I was at home. I had just got in from a hard day at work. After a long hot shower, I decided to settle down in bed with my favorite toy and some porn on my computer. The porn I was watching depicted a busty brunette and three guys. The brunette had a dick in every hole, and sometimes two dicks in one hole. I was just getting warmed up with my favorite purple vibrator tickling my bald pussy when all the lights went out. Foul language spilled out of my mouth while I got up and went to the window. The screen of my laptop was reflected in the window pane, still playing the porno. There was no rain, there was no lightning. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why the lights went out. I know I paid the bill. It was late, there was no point in worrying about it that night. I crawled back in bed and decided to make the most of the remaining battery life of my laptop. I picked up my still buzzing toy and rubbed it between my moist pussy lips. On my computer screen I watched one guy slide his eight inch cock into the brunette's sloppy …

This was inspired a fan. For Becky. Everything in the Zombie apocalypse slows down to a crawl. It's been three days now, since I started out, leaving the villas I had stayed in. Three days since I've headed towards that faint flicker of light I saw in another house. Three days since I've found Becky. And in three days I've travelled down just two streets, about 500 meters, having come two times within inches of my life and was constantly on the run. And we were still no closer to our destination, trying to find a way down the Laubengasse without having to actually go out into it and face the shambling mass of zombies there. After our encounter with Mark and Kimmy, we found a way through several shops that lined the street, using doors and hallways that connected them, but in another boutique we had run into a dead end. I had kept the baseball bat and riding crop, and was going through an assortment of belts and buckles that was on display there to find something to fasten those with, while Becky tried all the locked doors one more time, to see if she could find a way to get them open. "It's no use," she sighed, leaning against a rack with sunglasses in them. I didn't answer, wrapping a studded leather belt around the bat to make it a bit more spiky while I tried to come up with a plan to get us out of here. "We can't go down this road," I said finally, peeking out of the shop windows where Zombies slowly passed, constantly bumping into each other, forming an impenetrable …

Author's Note : This is part of my Cala de Sirena series. This story occurs between Cala de Sirena and Return to Cala de Sirena, for those who might question the time line, though I wrote it after the two mentioned. Thank you all for reading & returning to the cove. It was Don Taylor’s last day before he began his family leave, and it couldn’t end soon enough. It seemed that every time he turned around, his boss and good friend, Jason Blackwell, was giving him, ‘Just one more thing.’ He had the program installed into his office computer and the computer at home to allow him access to his work files should he need them, and had copied all of his important files onto several flash drives. In Don’s mind, the day seemed to just drag on, and his thoughts were on his lovely wife Angel, who was waiting at home, and very pregnant with their first child. When Don met her just over two years ago, he had no idea how she would forever change his life. His thoughts drifted back to the storm that brought her into his life, how it shook the tiny hut he was staying in that was supposed to be a second honeymoon for him and his now ex-wife Amy. Instead it was a chance for Don to refocus and re-purpose his life. After the storm, he went to clear the debris off the beach in hopes of a nice bonfire to cook some fresh fish over during his stay, only to find Angel’s naked, unconscious, injured body lying under the palm branches. The huge lump on her beautiful head that caused her to lose her …

Nookumick returned a few hours later with a white uniform for me to wear. “Where's my robe?” I asked, putting on the uniform he brought me. “I'm told, it's still in quarantine,” he replied. “Okay. I'm hungry, may I have some food?” I asked. “Of course, I'll have some brought up to you,” he replied leaving the room. A few minutes later the door opened and a second alien entered. This one was clearly female. She was brown, with blue eyes walked in pushing a cart of fruit with a glass of water. Then she left again. After eating, I began to wonder what their plans are for me. 'Are they going to do exploratory surgery on me? Are they going to implant anything in me?' I thought to myself starting to feel a little worried. After a while, Nookumick returned with third alien, another female. This female was clearly Nookumick's commanding officer, she had the same uniform, but had what looked like an officer's rank on her neck collar. “Nookumick! Noomutian kimbotu klimbisoa?” she asked, pointing at me. Nookumick took her out of the room, she returned a minute later with a tablet computer. “Nilkunm!” she said, in a commanding voice. “What?” I asked, confused. “Nilkunm! Nokjmn!” she repeated in a louder commanding voice. I stood up thinking that's what she wanted me to do. She then pressed some buttons on her tablet computer and the medical table that had turned into the bed that Nookumick and I had sex on a few hours earlier turned back into a medical table. “Mklimin!” she said in a …

"An elf? You saw an elf? You can't be serious!" Sylvia almost screamed at her friend. "Julie, what in the world are you talking about? That is absolutely nuts, saying you have seen an elf. Seriously, where did this come from?" Julie and Sylvia were still in the changing room, wrapped in towels, recovering after their weekly work-out at the gym. Looking at them the first thing that would have struck the casual observer would have been the dramatic contrast in their appearance – Julie was tall and slim with small, neat breasts and long dark hair, whereas Sylvia was several inches shorter, a bubbly blonde with a curvaceous figure and full breasts. Despite this, they had much in common. They had met and become best friends at university, and had been bridesmaids at each other's weddings. There was nothing they didn't tell each other. They had even bought houses in the same village so they could stay close to one another. Their friendship and taste in the same things had extended to husbands. Both had married older men who were well established and had a high work ethic, which sounds good, if you don't care about being noticed after the honeymoon. Neither had children yet, and at thirty-two and thirty-three they were getting a little concerned, but with husbands that never were around or seemed uninterested in anything but work and golf, they were hesitant to even bring it up. Because what if this was all there was with their marriages? Would children bring them the happiness …

Growing up, I was lucky enough to live in a relatively peaceful region of the frontier. Not everyone had that luxury, and I have always been grateful to those who risked their lives to provide that peace. The Silicon Age had its head lodged so far up its rectum that no one was prepared for the social adjustments that were necessary when skin color no longer counted as a racial difference. There were endless wars on Earth, but nothing brings humans together like the threat of annihilation or enslavement by another race of beings. People quickly divided themselves into groups who were tolerant or curious versus those who disliked and distrusted non-humans. At first, we had no idea which races were friendly because they were as subtle as a multinational corporation and even better at manipulation. Luckily, a few of Earth’s leaders made connections with the right people. Nearly three centuries ago, humanity joined a military alliance which in English they called the Inter-Galactic Navy or IGN. Longer standing members of the IGN helped remove most of the industrial saboteurs and helped streamline our technological advancement. Still, travelling through space and living on remote planets and moons brings considerable risk beyond the obvious issues of a suitable environment to support life. People of any standing could captured as slaves or hunted for sport by one of the more aggressive races. A few humans even started preying on those more vulnerable and selling their own kind into …

Things had certainly changed since he’d been gone, that’s for sure. Looking back down the corridor, Boy still remained peering around the wall. His hair was still in his face, but he’d stopped snarling. Lucien frowned. “I’m going back inside. I’ll leave the door open if you feel like coming in. I’m not about to stoop to coaxing you. Do whatever the hell you want.” With that, he spun on his heel and stalked to his circular seating area, snagging a bottle of Black Death whiskey from the top of his bar on the way. No need for a glass tonight. Lucien was chugging straight from the bottle. Plopping himself down on the black couch, he tipped his head, sealing his lips over the opening of the bottle, and gulped down three mouthfuls of whiskey. The burn made his eyes tear as the alcohol blazed a fiery path down to his belly. Lucien reclined farther into the plush cushions, bringing his arms up to rest on the back of the couch. Closing his eyes, he just waited, using his second sight to view everything around him. Boy Rayne slithered into his chambers like a predatory animal. Remi had provided him with the comfortable drawstring pants they all favored when relaxing in their quarters. Boy’s muscles rippled beautifully, skin toned and taut as he crawled stealthily along the floor, moving closer to Lucien. He looked unsure, stopping just a few feet away to sniff the air like a cat. Lucien wanted to see his face…with his own eyes, not the watery, blurry images his second sight afforded …

She sat at the Venix pool, dipping her toes. The water was cool, enough to set her skin tingling. Starting at her calves and creeping ever upward. She pushed her hands into her thighs in a mock resistance. It felt like faint kisses. It felt disallowed as if the eyes of many saw her there, bare legs prickling into goose flesh, cheeks flushed and breath coming more quickly from her mouth… and they all disapproved. She knew this because she also felt a warmth building inside her. And those embers threatened to reach out of herself. To show themselves to whomever may see. She pushed harder into the tight space between her thighs pushing apart with slender hands against her instinctual tension to keep shut, tightly shut. Tightly shut against a glistening warmth. And her thighs began to quiver. She quickly glanced over her shoulder, blonde hair tossed, sucking in a gasp. Shimmers from the copse of Yellow Lark trees looked on. Their disapproval seemed to refocus upon her rising hand inching up her silk blouse. Trembling fingers hot against the topmost clasp. She worked it undone in moments, and then the second clasp. Her other hand held pinned between the slow rise and fall of her uppermost thighs. Her eyes blue gaze locked on to those who would watch, taking image after image of her breaking. Her back bent, arching her chest towards the Sun. It's heat instantly enveloping her smallish breasts as they surged from the cloth that once kept them. A slight slip of her finger across …

The holidays were over, and now it was the new year as well. Our New Year's wasn’t very exciting as mom, Klintuck and I went to a bar to bring in the new year. I woke up and headed down stairs to the kitchen and to my surprise found mom in her panties and an apron making breakfast. It was surprising to see her, as this was Klintuck’s house and not hers. “Good morning sweetie, did you sleep well?” Mom asked, smiling. “Ya I did mom, thanks. I didn’t know you were coming today,” I said with a puzzled look on my face. “Well, I’ve actually started dating Aljea. He was soo nice at the party and such a sweetie to get me a gift that when he asked me out, I didn’t think twice about saying yes,” Mom explained. After a little small talk and some breakfast, I decided I would go upstairs for a quick change of clothes before I headed to the gym again. My plan for today was to hit the gym, go shopping then come home to work on a résumé so I could find a part time job. I had asked mom what she had planned, but she told me she hadn’t thought that far ahead yet. With that, I figured it was time for my day to begin. —————- It was a little awkward seeing my son/daughter the morning after a date with my boyfriend when both mine and hers lived in the same house, but it didn’t feel like that. Though I was in a relationship with Aljeandro, I felt more like I was part of this intimate group of others with a common sexual drive. I had always believed in free expression and openness and I’m …

It was dawn by the time Ruby finished unpacking into her new studio. She celebrated with a shower and a cup of instant coffee, throwing open the huge warehouse doors and watching the sunrise light the cluster of fine old brick buildings around the courtyard. She could not believe her luck finding this place. She must have a guardian angel, somewhere, pulling strings and waving wands. Places like this, in the city, were gold-dust. Fairy dust. Her head buzzed with tiredness and her body ached. All she wanted now was some sleep. Maybe a good, deep shag from New-Boyfriend-Bill too. She could sneak into his flat – now he had given her a key – and ravish him while he was still in bed. He was so gorgeous asleep, and his huge member seemed permanently hard. She could sit on it and surprise him. Or even better, sit on his face, then… She sighed and stopped herself. What was it with exhaustion and horn? Opposite, on one of the upper floors, a doll-faced young woman watered the plants on a lush balcony. She looked like the star of an arty fashion shoot. Whimsical and beautiful with her flowery dress and great long legs and sleek dark hair. The woman noticed Ruby and waved. God her eyes were huge, and jet black. Ruby flushed, as if her earlier imaginings were still muckily visible all over her face. She didn’t wave back. Her phone, shoved in her front jeans pocket, vibrated and Ruby squealed in surprise. She fiddled it out and smirked at the screen. A message from Bill. > Gotta talk. …

This was inspired a fan. For Becky. "These are actually quite useful," Rebekka said as she was inspecting the lance. "Mhm. And heavy," I replied, weighing a halberd in my hand. The walls of the castle had several medieval weapons displayed, mainly swords and spears, as well as some helmets and armor. "Well, these were definitely made for less busty girls," Rebekka remarked as her eyes went from a breastplate to her own, ample chest. I shrugged. "It's incomplete anyway. There's the backplate missing. And even if we could wear it, it would slow us down to a crawl." I leaned the halberd into a corner. "But you're right. We should take some of the lighter weapons with us. They'll keep the zombies at bay." After our short rest, we had begun to inspect the castle, going from room to room, always on the lookout for any noise that might indicate a zombie presence, but the building was quiet like a grave. "So after we made it to the harbour, then what?" Rebekka asked, almost whispering as if she didn't want to disturb the silence. I shrugged. "It's not really a harbour," I admitted. "The Passer's not wide enough for that. It's more like a boatshouse." I tried to remember its location, but it's been many years since I've last been there. "Anyway, I guess we'll take a boat and follow the river towards the sea." She nodded, breaking a few display cases and playing with something that looked like an iron flute. "And where then?" she asked, "what's the destination?" I leaned against …

Flashing blue light and a blasting alarm jarred Violet awake. The light turned red, bathing the bare walls in a hellish glow. Shift change. Two hundred people were waking up, removing their wires, pulling back the sheets. Within seconds, the concrete chamber was echoing with the sound of hundreds of feet clad in traction socks landing upon its floor. Violet looked at the dimly illuminated screen at the foot of her bed. 'Alyssa J. Waters.' it read, displaying the woman's photo and authorized personal information – which wasn't much. Alyssa's dreams had been more than rough that night, they'd been downright terrifying. At least I'm getting a bonus for that, Violet thought. She double checked the screen before turning it off and removing it, just to make sure a nightmare had been recorded. It had. She was sick of working for a corporate farm like HourZero, but they gave her the benefits she needed, and their client screening process was halfway decent. “Morning,” Miranda greeted her. “Morning.” Violet admired her ass through lilac scrubs on the way to the locker-room. By the time they arrived, it was completely full. Passing through the jungle of tile and stainless steel, it took a long few minutes to reach their lockers, where they clocked out and retrieved their belongings. “Scrubs?” Violet asked, not wanting to bother dressing. “Sure.” Both women struggled out of the churning mass of female bodies, flying metal doors and flickering lights. When they were clear of the noise, …

The Paressii Empire was well known throughout the Triangulum Galaxy for two things: Paressiian wine and the libertine nature of its subjects. The king of this realm of thirty-eight star systems was Zemanshãh. In the capital city of Balasmar on the capital planet of Baxium, King Zemanshãh was well known for his tirades of lust. Like their galactic neighbors of the Lücrezian Empire and the twin star system of Himfeltalt, the humanoids of the Paressii Empire were believers of the word of the early space Profit Élouraz concerning the greatest deity ever known of Lord Rahh of the black hole of the universe. Nothing was said to please Lord Rahh more than licentious sacrifice. Despite King Zemanshãh’s insatiable love of fornication, he had never had a child. King Zemanshãh’s childlessness bothered him dearly. Often he would grieve. His greatest concern was that he had no male humanoid heir to take over the Paressii Empire after his death. King Zemanshãh was nearing his eight-hundredth year. Since most Paressiian men lived no longer than the age of seven-hundred years, many subjects of that empire were troubled that their monarch was also living on borrowed time. One morning, King Zemanshãh sat atop his throne at his palace at Balasmar on planet Baxium. The King was ruminating over his long life. King Zemanshãh wondered to himself why after raping over a half of the humanoid women of his empire had he not had any children. A space servant ran into the King’s throne room. King …

Callico was not the brightest of females. She had indentured herself (as most young daughters of wealthy families did nowadays in order to train and widen their education) to a Merchant called Moss't for five lunar cycles. Had she known that she would have all her hair removed, be kept naked at all times and impregnated with a Netherworm as part of her training, then she certainly would have not submitted to her parent's wishes so easily. She lay writhing on the floor at her Master's feet, the worm causing her unspeakable discomfort in her groin and lower stomach. The reason for this unpleasantness was that she had disgraced herself, and therefore her Master, by speaking unbidden whilst attending at dinner. The Master had invited a Flugraden (a half-human, half-something else being) from C'Pall to luncheon. He was eating a selection of delightful fruits from her many orifices and tentacles when Callico made an indelicate faux pas by gasping at the erotic sight of the female creature writhing in ecstasy as Moss't nibbled on something that looked like a Bluge fruit protruding from one of her many nipples. Until she saw the beautiful thing disrobe, Callico was unaware that her Master would get his nourishment from this strange and yet alluring creature and, in return, the Flugraden would enjoy sexual pleasure as the diner gorged themself on the many delights her bodies produced. Now the meal was over and the guest had gone. The animal inside the indentured girl was making her …

Devon had moved Alpha 7 and, as a result, they were not very far from Rhylos now. Hide in plain sight—he’d said—though not really. They were in a dead solar system, orbiting a large gaseous planet that glowed deep red. It had hundreds of moons and a thick ring circling its middle for miles. Ashriel stared longingly at Alpha 7 as the replacement starcruiser Devon had acquired for Natanael shot forward. Only a half hour had gone by and already he missed Anniel. It would take just a few hours to reach Rhylos this time around. How would he convince his nephew to return? Gareth, or Cyneolle as he was now called, had been adamant in remaining to protect those he now felt were his people. He looked up to find Natanael and Eriel’s wary eyes on him. “When we return to Alpha 7, you will tell me what the big secret is,” he snapped, growing tired of their suspicious behavior. Both reapers winced. Natanael opened his mouth, but Ashriel didn’t allow him to say a thing. “You will tell me or I will beat it out of you,” he grated. Eriel snickered. “Kinky.” “You,” Ashriel growled, stabbing a finger in Eriel’s direction, “I will place a chastity belt on.” Eriel’s eyes widened with a little gasp. He looked askance at Natanael. The other reaper snorted. “Oh, he so fuckin’ will, Erie.” *** Anniel plopped herself down on Seth’s couch with a sullen sigh. She looked around and frowned. Seth’s quarters were bare, only a few holovid orbs sitting upon the end tables at the ends of the L-shaped couch. …

A tiny chapel, made of wood and painted in a warm, dark red, was perched on one of Iceland’s little rolling hills close to the sea. Small white crosses stood in neat, short rows and made long shadows in midsummer’s endless dawn. An old woman knelt before one, smiling softly, and lifted up the chunk of ice that she had brought. She glanced around her, making sure she was alone, then ran a finger over it and hummed a tune. The ice, it swirled and morphed under her touch and formed a rose in perfect, sparkling detail. She gently laid it down before the cross. A single, glistening tear wound its way down her wrinkled cheek, but she still smiled and whispered softly to the wind, “Goodbye, my love, my heart. May your soul soar among the spirits of the sky.” Then she stood up. Had anybody watched, he would have seen her thin, grey hair turn full and bright. He would have noticed with astonishment that all her wrinkles disappeared and that her skin grew blemishless and pale. He would have found no explanation how her lips grew cherry red and full again, and how the eager spark of youth once more was back in her bright eyes. But she, the woman who had shaken off her age, was far too caught up in her memories to realize, and while her steps grew stronger with each blink, she thought back to that fateful, wondrous day. * * * * Mist rolled along the ragged edges of the crevice, churning, twisting, and a cold wind howled in from the open sea. Icy rain relentlessly pelted Holly’s face, …

Again, a warm and hearty welcome to my Earth readers. As previous readers are aware I had retired to the planet Rigel VI, on the outer rim of our galaxy and I continue the story of my adventures with the amazing local custom of pleasure-slaves. The rich elite of this planet, of which I had become one of its newest members, bought and sold pleasure-slaves. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here. They were escaping the terrible poverty out in the vast farmlands of this world. As a pleasure-slave they would have a much better life, living in rich surroundings, and doing little work other than the obvious. They also had much better legal protection than farm workers; they could not be abused in any way. They also had to agree to be sold to the winning bidder at their auction, they could refuse if they so wished. Pleasure-slaves were also paid a monthly allowance which they could do with as they pleased. They could also save up their allowances and eventually buy their freedom if they so wished, but this was rare, as a pleasure-slave was generally a good life. I had purchased my first pleasure-slave. Her name was Melora; she was an eighteen year old ‘pure’ or virgin. She was blonde, petite and slim, with an incredible 34HH bust. I had taken her back to my villa to start her new life. We had spent the evening losing her ‘pure’ status, as I fucked her, enjoying every inch of her stunning body. But as I fell …

This was inspired by fans. For Becky and Kimmy. "We're… we're from the states," Kimmy stuttered shyly, trying to make conversation. After our first encounter, Rebekka and me began looking through the place she and her boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, Mark had holed up, trying to find anything useful. They had chosen a small bakery and icecream-parlor as their hideout and had moved pretty much all of the furniture outside to create a barricade around the doors and windows of the place, so the room that might once have been a small cafe was empty, except for some litter, two sleeping bags, two backpacks and a few piles of clothes and bags. Instead of an answer I just mumbled: "Mhm," while Becky walked slowly across the room, glancing suspiciously from the two tourists to the shop interior and back again. Kimmy was still naked, her hair frizzy from getting showered in our pee and she stood in the doorway uneasily, not sure what to make of the situation. Mark was still outside, acting disinterested in what was going on. "We… we went on a hiking tour across europe," Kimmy continued, "and when we came across those mountains…" I sighed. "When you came across the alps you made a stop in Meran, which is the fist sign of civilization after the pass," I continued. "Like everyone else. And I guess that's when the whole world turned to shit, and you couldn't go on any more." Kimmy swallowed hard. "We… I shouldn't even be here. If I had stayed at home in Boston, I wouldn't be in this …

Lucien.Get up. Time to go— Seth growled in his mind . His eyes flew open. It was still dark since he had his lights set to activate only on command. Hot breath fanned his chest and his legs were tangled with… Oh, God. He teleported himself in a surge of power into the hygiene room. His legs almost gave out beneath him making him need to clutch the entrance to the hygiene unit to steady himself. Everything around him seemed to swirl and distort. He closed his eyes with a groan and muttered a curse under his breath. Running a rough hand through his tangled locks, Lucien staggered into the glass cylindrical unit. He slapped a hand against the console to activate the cleansing rays. Blue light engulfed him immediately, head to toe. His hair, now clean and tangle-free, slid forward as he stared at his feet. The scent of sex no longer surrounded him. He didn’t want to think about last night. His head pounded with the familiar headache he usually experienced after getting shit faced. He took a strand of his hair between two fingers and frowned. The ends were already curling softly. It was thick and heavy, the weight of it keeping everything but the last few inches almost straight. He hated it—made him look like a fucking Barbie doll from behind. He should cut it. Women loved his hair, though. The fuzzy memory of hands fisting in it as he ravished plump lips made him shake his head. He scrubbed his hands over his face, wiping the thoughts of the night before from his mind. Looking …

It was instinct, the urge to plant his boot in the reapers chest and shove her away, but he held himself back. She was female, and even though she’d taken advantage of him, he couldn’t ever forget a male should never hurt a female. Again, Anniel disappeared, to his chagrin. She probably hated him now more than ever. His fingers gripped the armrests of his pilot’s chair. “Get off me,” he bellowed, startling Amadashiel. She broke the suction on his dick with a pop. The sensation made him shiver. Still, he covered his spent cock with his palm and glared down at the frightened girl. “That was just wrong, Amadashiel. How could you? I was asleep.” Her lip trembled and her eyes flooded with moisture. “You were in need and I wanted you,” she replied in a voice choked with tears. He heard boots scuttling up the ramp and turned his head just as a male voice snarled, “You son-of-a-bitch.” Ashriel watched Natanael, Eriel, and Abdiel hold Reiven back. The black-haired reaper fought against them, looking at Ashriel with enraged black eyes. Ashriel frowned, moving back away from Amadashiel to stand and close his pants. “Fuck,” Seth called out from below. “What the hell is going on?” Ashriel watched the reapers get Reiven under control. They pulled him down into the lounge area. He let out a huff of frustration and dismay, looking at his hands and arms. What would his aura look like now? He glared at Amadashiel and caught her smug grin before she carefully schooled her features to look …