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(This is the continuation of 'Taken by the Rammi Pt 1'. I'm not a native English speaker nor a writer. This is the first story I've published in this platform. So, I apologise if there's any mistakes. Hope y'all enjoy!)
The second day of Kimi's captivity have arrived. She opened her eyes hoping that the previous encounters were all a bad dream. But she found herself to the sight of her captor staring at her while on bed with her....

The house, at first glance, is nothing remarkable. It's large, of course, and older than your average house, but from the outside it's shaped more or less the way a house should be shaped. Ivy and moss grow on its bricks and cobblestones, its windows are ordinary arched windows with square panes, its front door is painted red. It's hidden back in the woods, shrouded by trees, and any glimpse the average passerby is likely to catch of it is unlikely to strike them as remarkable....

Sand Trap
Soojin was not having a good day.
The young woman's slightly-rusted car pulled up to the parking lot. Even with her drivers' seat pushed all the way forward, plus her seat cushion, plus her 4-inch wedge sandals, she still strained slightly to reach the foot-pedals. The lot was unusually empty, but she wasn't grateful for that. She cast a baleful glare at the grey overcast sky....

Trajan stared almost open-mouthed at the scantily-clad servant who had appeared in the entry to his quarters. She was on the shorter side, with a firm roundness to her features. Her hair was a rich copper color, and her skin was scarlet-brown. She had a shimmering, translucent dress on that did absolutely nothing to protect her body from Trajan's hungry gaze. Like every other infernal servant he had met over the last three days, she was exquisitely beautiful and spoke in a low, sultry tone....

~~Day 78~~
~~Mia~~
She was tired. She was young, had done all-nighters before, and had survived them without caffeine. This wasn't the same. No matter how many times she shook her face, slapped herself, pinched herself, the drain of exhaustion pulled at her, made her nauseous, made her eyelids heavy, and blurred the edges of her vision....

The following is a fun bit of wild woods fantasy, and my submission to the 2025 National Nude Day story contest. My second foray into Nonhuman, so read on for a step out of reality, and if it pleases you, I would appreciate your vote and/or comment.
A special Thank You to Comentarista82, for wonderful suggestions and editing skills, helping to bring out the best of this story....

This is still a story of the Becoming Monsters universe by Ai Loves, setting used with permission. All canonical and mechanical errors are my own. The yarrb is the exceedingly cute creation of FelisRandomis, used with permission.
"Humble and Kind," by Tim McGraw, is the life lesson referenced here....

Vee paced back and forth in her room, repeatedly clenching her hands as she tried to steady her breathing. Thoughts raced through her head, each one trying to find meaning before another pushed it away. Having just woken up, her usually flawless blonde hair was now a tangled mess. It bounced around with each frantic turn before she finally crashed back to her bed....

There's something endearing about the way Muu loses her mind every time she tries something new. You figured that she would enjoy sushi, given her previous life as a pontoon fisherwoman. But you never would have anticipated her having a full-on euphoric epiphany. She stood there, chewing with her mouth open as she rambled on about how she's "never had such a delicious new creation using such familiar ingredients." She then began to cry and blubber about her hometown of Vorshaw before she grabbed hold of you...

Note: I'm finally back with another LAFG chapter for you, and this one is spicy. Normally I would give these sections chapter numbers instead of having the story "skip", but if I uploaded chapters that short I think we would all be disappointed. I thought I had finished writing this story but I didn't like the ending so I am rewriting the last five chapters again and already working on the next book. Updates will keep being sporadic while I address my Stupid Tumor....

It was a very dull day for Zoe. Both of her stashes were currently out. No booze or weed to make the hours go by. It was too early for any parties, and her girlfriend Janae wasn't back from her errand run. The short pothead could go and bug other people, but she couldn't get her body into it. She was too bored to move. And just comfortable enough on her bed to not want to leave and fix it. So she just suffered, grumbling as the time clicked by. The party girl would constantly look at the clock just to see t...

"Ahh, Tara! Yes, that's perfect!" Arthur heard the bliss-filled cry from Sammi and Tara's room, while padding back to his own, from the bathroom, in the dark of the night.
"It's about fucking time," he thought to himself, pausing briefly to listen to his friends fucking each other, and smiled. "They've been holding candles for each other forever!"...

"Holy fuck!" Lexie exclaimed as she flicked through the slides on the tablet. 'Look' was all Aaron had said as he handed it to her. Of course, he didn't tell her it was filled with potential clients. Each slide was a different client, a different monster from folklore. Each of them had applied to spend a night with her. There were at least two dozen applicants....

Carterhaugh called again but this time, Janet didn't resist.
She didn't dress like she was going to church. She didn't braid her hair. She left her shift loose and unlaced, her thighs bare, her body already warm with anticipation. The forest was quieter than before. As if it, too, was holding its breath. And this time, he was already there....

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially....

Note: This work is my entry for the 2025 Nude Day Contest. If you enjoy it, please vote and feel free to leave a comment down below. Thanks for reading!
"Anya, hurry up! The guys will be here any minute!"
"Coming!" Anya Matherson called back to her brother. She took one last look at herself in the mirror. She wore a blood red crop top that showed off her toned stomach, light blue jean shorts, and a pair of white Converses. Her dark brown hair was tied up in a ponytail, and with the setting sun outside...

Emilia was dismissing her assistant at the entrance to the desert laboratory as she straightened her thick, black business-nerd glasses over the contrasting bright-blue of her eyes. She wouldn't require his help inside; everything she'd need would be waiting in its proper place for her, easily accessible in an organization system she couldn't help but be proud of. Emilia Hope was a serious woman. She had been a biologist at the facility for over three years now, and was sure she would soon get the promotion...

Title: Mothman is Real, and He's My Boyfriend
Description: An ethnographic study of the motivations of monster erotica
Ingredients list (mild spoilers):
2 cups monsterfucking
1 cup quasi-academic research
1/2 cup non-human anatomy
1/4 cup fear and reluctance (brief)
2 tbsp sloppy citation formatting...

Everything about Lilith makes you uncomfortable. The way her single red eye glares at you, how she clenches her cigarette between her teeth, the pistol hanging conspicuously from her hip... For a governmental agent, she doesn't make you feel very safe.
She's standing in the house's kitchen, smoking out an open window as you blearily make your way down the stairs. You've had a fairly rough night, what with your dreams being permeated by the sensations and tastes of your encounter with Natasha. Part of you...

The Long Road
This one's for Anon, who's complained for years that I haven't done a good story with a centaur girl and a human guy. So 8,500 words, and no transformations or weird kinks -- just a meet-cute, a little alcohol to loosen inhibitions, lots of happy sex, and a happily-ever-after. Enjoy!...

You honestly couldn't remember him being there last time you checked. You're in some seedy downtown bar, halfway through your third - or was it fifth? - drink when you notice an oddly dressed man sitting beside you, though he was difficult to make out, given your inebriation. He seems to be dressed in some kind of fancy checkered suit, complete with a tall hat that looks straight out of the 1800s. You suppress the urge to laugh as you teeter back and forth on the barstool, just one light push away from land...

The halls of the House of Hades hummed with the usual quiet intensity, with torches flickering along the cold basalt walls. Dusa floated near the main corridor, her soft humming nearly lost beneath the faint echo of her feather duster brushing against a high corner where cobwebs had dared to settle despite her best efforts. She took pride in her work. Every smudge, every fleck of ash, was an affront to order. Her order....

[Scene: "Consecration"]
It's week five. You're kneeling again - collar on, thighs parted, wrists bound behind your back in soft leather.
The pump is already humming against your chest. Milk flows in gentle rhythm, not because I command it - but because your body knows: when you're kneeling in this barn, you produce. You serve....

Chapter 5
Lani awoke the next afternoon with her body stiff, aching, and reluctant to move. She forced herself up when she didn't feel Theo's protective arm wrapped around her waist. Her heart thudded like he had been taken and she looked around the room frantically, blurry eyes scanning the unfamiliar place. The events of last night rushed back to her like a tidal wave of unresolved emotions. She shook her head and pushed her palms into her eyes, trying to erase the horrific memories flashing behind her...

This is the start of an original series I've been proud to be working on. After reading the works of a few authors like Annabelle Hawthorne, Virgil Knightley and Logan Jacobs I'd mustered up the confidence to put this out. I'll be adding more chapters to this and more down the line, but I hope you all enjoy!...

All characters involved in any sexual scenes are above the age of consent.
This is the first installment of a lengthy story that I had to split into multiple chapters to make it more digestible.
I wanted the characters to have more screen time before the Pupil arc's end, so that's why I wrote this....

The room was baking in a haze of pot smoke. Nick and his roommate Ajay sat on a pair of mismatched old bean bag chairs in the center of their living room. Pokemon played on the television. They had been binge-watching the show most of the day, waking up early that morning.
Ajay took the bong next. He lit the bowl with his lighter and pulled smoke into the chamber. Once he removed the bowl, the thick cloud flew up into his lungs. The dog's face drooped into a lazy, content smile. He blew smoke out of his ...

For a long time, the old Mothers didn't even let us see the Teller. They sent us all out into the garden when they planned to consult it, and when they were finished, they called us back in and shared its prophecies. My Sisters and I often argued about what form it took: a scrying bowl? A spirit? Personally, I always imagined it as a hissing voice issued from a flame in the hearth, its tongue flickering....

Neuroknot
The café buzzed with the low hum of students winding down. A soft jazz playlist blended with the clinking of mugs and the faint hiss of the espresso machine. Sasha scanned the room, finally spotting Naomi at a window booth, already halfway through an iced chai.
"Hey, stranger," Sasha grinned, sliding into the seat opposite her....

The villagers said Carterhaugh was haunted. Whispers clung to the hedgerows like the morning mist, curling into the ears of children and lovers alike. No maiden should walk the paths alone, they said especially not in autumn, and never after the first frost, when the veil thinned and the old things walked again....