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CHAPTER 1

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Dragon lairs were not how one would usually imagine them. Some were shallow caves dug in raw stone and carved by claws and fangs, but that was not for true dragons. That was for youths and adolescents, little beasts who were still finding their way in the world and lived by catching the crumbs fallen by the jaws of dragons greater than them. True dragons had the gold to pay for their lairs to be built for them: huge castles and golden palaces, impenetrable fortresses and floating bui...

The drawing room was a huge space. It was stone walled and wood panelled, and the left hand wall was covered in dark tapestries that were indistinct in the sparse light. It was so large, in fact, that it felt slightly out of proportion; the vaulted wood ceiling swept a little too low for the size of the room. It was dimly lit, with an elaborate lamp upon one table by an old sofa where Sylvie sat with Marc, leafing through a magazine as Marc smoked and nursed a brandy glass. There was a smell of wood smoke f...

(This is not a sexy story. It is a space war thriller.)


Chapter 4: Inspiration

From the Log of War Admiral Norman North, 6 months after Vitalics:
Things have been very quiet since our victory over the Insect fleet, three months ago. I imagine the Insects would be too busy consolidating their hold on our homeworlds to send more than a single fleet against us. Additionally, by the time this fleet attacked us and the news of their failure reached the Insect leadership, we would be months o...

Author's Note:
Well, uhh, sorry?
I may or may not have completely forgotten to continue updating for a while.
Whatever. You don't want apologies, you want smut and I've got a couple months stocked up at this point that I'm dropping all at once because my dumbass left your text on 'read' and forgot to message back for three months....

The young woman pulled her impossibly large sword from the sheath that ran down her back almost to the floor. She looked too thin to lift it, but the sword pulled free easily with a quiet, metallic ring. She stood at guard, holding the ungainly thing easily in a wide two-handed grip, her stillness a sharp contrast to the tentacles rushing toward her from the dark cavern....

Devilla

"Who are you?!" Joana demanded. "Where's the Grand Patriarch?!"
The creature behind the desk - the thing that looked like Doll, but wrong, with a vapid smile and no light behind ... her? Its? Its eyes gave no response as it moved forward. It hopped up on top of the desk and stepped over the paperwork before landing lightly on the ground again in front of us....

Combat Healer Ch. 19 -- LitRPG Monster Girl Harem
Original: August 21, 2022
Submitted: July 24, 2025 to Literotica (Copyright 2022 Kaizer Wolf)
Tags: harem, male lead, LitRPG, monster girls, mystery, femdom, group sex, threesome, big tits, dark fantasy, nonhuman, oni, elf, minotaur, holstaur, cowgirl, magic...

MAiNeDROIDS: Jared Temple and Nikki Pope
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"Man, oh, man! That Abigail Prescott is built like an android herself. She has to work like hell to manage a body that perfect. Her tits might not be real, but they sure do fit the model." Taking his leave from the hardware store was like pulling teeth. "I should have stopped there before the drugstore. Fun as Paulina and Charlotte were, Abigail has them slapped down by longshot. I mean Abigail's daughter Venus is rocking but her mom... holy crap!"...

(This is not a sexy story. It is a space war thriller.)

Chapter 3: The Insects Make A Dangerous Enemy

"David!" said a pleasing but insistent voice.
A serious looking dark haired man continued to hack away at the soil with a hoe, listening to the birds chirp on... what was the name of the planet? Just beyond the edges of Alliance space, it only had a numerical designation, but the man had been giving some thought to giving it a name. All in good time; with Amy, there was always time....

The lower level of the palace was eerily quiet as Maeve crept along its dark corridors, clutching her stolen dagger tightly in her hand. She had tossed her heels aside almost as soon as she had escaped her cell and moved like a ghost between the shadows, her eyes and ears alert for any approaching guards....

CHAPTER 31 - Heat of the Night
As if Vanndrenvar wasn't already lacking in energy and excitement, we discovered on our walk back to St. Ager's Pub that the city apparently closed for business around sundown. There were even less streetlamps than I expected, as if they weren't really needed. Even our footsteps seemed too loud against the hushed backdrop of the city at night, and I found myself prepared to apologize when someone would inevitably complain about the racket we were making....

Chapter 30: The Echoing Mountains
In Samora's room at Janazheim Castle, Hinako pulled a chair up and sat at a table with the witch. A crystal ball was placed on a small pillow.
"They should be getting close by now." The Oriental mage gazed into the ball.
"Yes. I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous." Samora took a deep breath, holding her hand over her chest....

© 2025 Duleigh Lawrence-Townshend. All rights reserved. The author asserts the right to be identified as the author of this story for all portions. All characters are original. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. This story or any part thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the expressed written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a review or commentary....

It was a hot afternoon at Watson Agency. A fan blew into the room, attempting to cool down the cramp brick-built room as Claudia stared at her bullet board of clues. Most people would be outside, enjoying the sun and cooling off, but Claudia couldn't afford to do that, not when so many had gone missing....

It's just a warm day that's all I'm feeling... maybe some denial will slow the process. Walking into the gym it feels like all eyes are on my rock hard nipples even though that couldn't be true. Maybe not all eyes but as I tap Kim's access card at the door I can see the male receptionist in the reflection of the window staring at my ass which elicits a little flutter, he is sort of cute and my first reaction is to give a little wiggle but that's the kind of reaction I'm trying to keep at bay, head down stra...

My experimental space-engine worked, and my one-man shuttle had propelled me and the shuttle across the universe. Once the ship began to slow down, I saw though the cockpit window there was a blue and green planet in front of me that was not Earth. It was absolutely worth the risk.
I turned on the audio recorder: "It would appear that the experiment is a success. I am now seeing the planet that we could only see as a dot from a telescope right in front of me. It looks like Earth, but the continents are v...

Leaves rustle as you lead me forward. They sound like paper, and I hear your footsteps on the ground, my own breathing coming hot.
"Shuuuh," you say. "We don't want them to hear us."
"Who?" I ask. "Can I take off this blindfold now?"
"You can't. That privilege is mine alone."
I feel your soft hands at the back of my head, caressing my neck as you untie the silken cord. Light rushes in and I turn to see you again, put your finger to lips to caution silence. Your lips are pink, pink as other place...

(This is not a sexy story. It is a space war thriller.)

Chapter 2: The Brief Battle for June

Admiral Whyold Zarat was the soldier in charge of the Directorate's fleet defenses.
North's opinion of the League's civilian leadership was only slightly lower than Admiral Zarat's opinion of the Directorate's civilian leadership. Until one year ago the Directorate, the junior partner in the Alliance with the League, was under the brilliant leadership of Steven Quick. Quick, widely accepted as a sup...

ANnDROID: Hector Ramirez aka Hecate Vega$
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Las Vega$, Nevada!
"I can't stop rubbing myself."
"I told you that you would get used to being a woman."
"You weren't kidding when you said let you Drive Miss Daisy earlier. All I have to do is lay back and let you do all the work."
"Do not get too comfortable. We might share this body Hector Ramirez, but I am only your computer. Yes, I can control the android's anatomy, but you should be the one in the lead, not I."...

October 3rd 1784
Damion's Journal; he has found Bruno, the Steward at Durishaus, trying to rape Belali.
Belali was sat on an ottoman chest, her back to the wall, one hand was on Bruno's chest and with the other she signed, < no no no no >.
Bruno's trousers were around his ankles and his phallus was erect. Belali's knickers were torn to shreds. He was jabbing at the young black woman's exposed quim with his member, trying to enter her. Her face was screwed up in determination to resist him but her s...

### Fighting Them There Chapter 17 ###

Sidewinder Kate, or Slave Cat as she chose to be known at the moment, handed the riding crop to Max. On her face was a look of anticipation. Undeniable horniness warred with trepidation. He took it from her and gave it an experimental swish through the air. It wasn't completely rigid, but it wasn't flexible enough that he could make it snap the way he could the Tartarian whip. It was closer to the Mictlanian cane, but the end had a leather tongue. He didn't rega...

*Diplomatic missions are supposed to be about trade agreements and political alliances.*
*Not about the King's spymaster who watches from the shadows with amber eyes that see straight through her carefully constructed facade.*
*Not about the way her body responds when he corners her in moonlit gardens, voice dropping to a whisper that makes her forget she's supposed to be untouchable.*...

My wife died on a Friday. I buried her in our back yard the next day and then walked around my neighborhood, looking for somebody, anybody, alive. Everyone was dead. I could smell their bodies. Was I the last person in the world to be alive? Back at my house, I poured myself a stiff gin and tonic and sat outside on my deck and drank it. Then I drank another and fell asleep. To my surprise I woke up the next morning. And the next morning. And the next....

Chapter Eleven - "Not My Doing"
Bella's reading had shaken me, no doubt about it, and now I understood why both my father always seemed so rattled when he visited her, and why my sister came by regularly. There was a lot of foreboding about what she'd told me, a sense that this case ran much deeper than I understood, that it had been a long time in the coming, none of which made any sense to me....

My nap was not long lived.
I awoke to the sound of sharp knocking at the front door of the apartment, three bangs in quick succession which were loud enough to echo through the apartment.
It took me a few moments to drag myself into full consciousness and gently disentangle myself from the still sleeping Stacy....

Chapter Fifteen
'What the hell am I doing here?' Will asked himself, not for the first time since the Spring Gala started, and most likely not the last time before the night would be through. He wasn't entirely surprised to see most of the people sitting at tables in tribal lines, although it wasn't as widespread as he thought it might have been. It seemed like many of the tribes highly enjoyed comingling, and the groups seemed to almost form local circles or groups that were getting reacquainted because...

Author's Note:
Howdy-doo, readers! I may have forgotten to upload here for about four months, but that just means you get a stockpile of chapters to enjoy all at once. How fun! *Internal screaming*


Chapter 11: Train

After an hour of ceaseless pestering, it was revealed to Eris that the operators of the train didn't actually know all the ins and outs of the electroarcanic combustion engine. They just operated the thing. Still, they knew enough to provide Eris with delightful conversation...

(This is not a sexy story. It is a space war thriller.)
From the log of War Admiral Norman North, Commander, 7th fleet:
We were caught with our guard down, and humanity paid a terrible price for it. We had battled the Insects, a race of sentient seven foot tall insects, to a standstill in twenty years of terrible combat. We had taken losses, but our worlds secure, and most of our people were safe....

"Today we're going to be a little more intense, less deliberate and more instinctive. There are still boundaries though and I'll make those clear at the outset for each exercise, we're not surrendering to animal lust yet! The goal is to reinforce the lessons of yesterday and then build on them. Is there anything you'd like to ask me before you begin?"...

As a travel writer, my wife and I like to go on all kinds of adventures.
My wife and I recently checked into Hentai Hotel, and it was nothing that I expected, and yet was everything I wanted. I would like to tell you about our stay there.
It's pretty explicit, so I left our names out of it. So much so, I could only publish this here....