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Chapter 9 - Campus
Something was wrong. Rhys had woken up alone, and instead of the feelings of love and contentment he usually felt in the morning over his mental connection to Jade and Kat, he felt concern and upset. Neither woman was in the bed either. He quickly rolled out of bed, threw on the dressing gown he'd worn the previous evening and exited the bedroom, looking for his lovers. He found them, after looking in several upstairs and downstairs rooms, in the study. Kat was sitting at the desk, hea...

"Are you, ah... really sure we ought to be here?"
Linger glanced back at Fenn, meeting his gaze with piercing orange irises. A smirk flashed across the adventuring burglar's pretty face. "Oh, this again?"
Fenn fidgeted with his holy symbol. He glanced back down the narrow tunnel they'd entered through; fading sunlight was barely visible from around the corner. "Well, I don't mean to seem ungrateful, miss, but--well--"...

Chapter 5
Before going upstairs we recover our clothes. I don't mind being naked but there are far too many curious eyes and daring hands in this place.
Our quarters are near the top of the titanic stalagmite and to reach it we have to take a water-powered elevator platform. The more we rise the more luxurious the interiors get....

Part 1: Devotion in Silence
David and Caleb had been best friends since they were five years old. Now, after twenty years, they were still close but the nature of their bond was something the world couldn't define in conventional terms.
David was tall, masculine, and dominant. His lineage could be traced back to Africa strong genes, strong presence. Caleb, on the other hand, was clumsy, submissive, and a little strange. Where David commanded respect by simply existing, Caleb faded into the background....

Authors note: The characters, places, names, and such are not to be used, copied, or such actions without the permission from the author. Any places, names, descriptions of real life people, places, and such is pure coincidental. Much effort has been placed in keeping everything in this series very original as possible. This story contains, scenes of sex, violence, and use of magic. Let it be noted that all characters engaging in sexual activities are of legal age of consent....

Lauren was looking at me, steadily. "It's your call, Matt, I'm not about to pick for you. Which will it be -- getting her off, or finding some way for you to get off?"
It was an easy choice, really.
There was no way in hell I was going to sign myself up for making Elana orgasm.
One, I didn't think I could do it. Whether it was in the mirror or in person last night, I could barely look her in the eye....

Jacob feels a wave of relief after the phone call with Izzy. He picks up the underwear and shamefully looks at them, the cum covering the gusset soaking into the material. He walks them back to the bathroom and throws them in the laundry. "Hey, I guess I can't leave dirty laundry at the apartment while we are gone, can I?" he types to Izzy....

21 -- Corpse Garden
Afternoon light leaked into the decaying tavern, and Rennia shielded her eyes from the sunrays blasting through holes in the rooftop. She stood in fresh clothing, clad in some dead adventurer's gambeson. Ishmere had assured her that ownership issues were no longer a problem, nor would it smell since someone had stored it away for years ago. It did, however, smell of dust and old wood....

NANDROID: CASSANDRA ROSS aka CLARITY BIDWELL
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Twenty miles from Kansas City, Missouri!
Late evening on the banks of the Missouri River. A moonlit fishing trip old timers Gerald Faucy and his lifelong crawdad buddy Brian Burns kicked back doing some catfish trolling along the banks. Crickets, beer, and whispered laughs alongside a coyote in the distance saying hello to the full moon above made for a nice night! The bugs were even having sympathy....

Author's Note: I wasn't sure whether I was going to make this a series or not. It seemed as though the fun was mostly in writing the setup story and in sketching Rosemary's character, and I wasn't sure whether it had any place to go after that. But I received more positive comments on this story than on any other I've written, and many readers asked for more episodes, so here's another that focusses on Rosemary's development as an embodied AI....

Author's note.
1). Remember, your help in pointing out errors will help keep me from having to take long periods off to edit. Your help in this is much appreciated.
2). Feedback from my readers is my fuel to keep writing. If you enjoy my work, please take the time to let me know in the comments. It does wonders for my motivation to write....

*Authors Note:*
*With this release comes an update on where to find information on future chapters. Rather than give a vague timeline, I plan to start keeping my profile updated with progress on what stage the next entries are at (For example: Drafting, editing, or awaiting moderation) and give a release date when it is available. That way you can see the story is being worked on and be assured that I have not ghosted you all if I fall behind schedule....

Vampires...
It's too much to say "they told me so". I just wouldn't listen. No. The word of a hardened adventurer wasn't enough for me. She told me to stay away, but I went anyway. I wanted to find a vampire for myself--I wanted to be the one to slay him!
Little did I know vampires are used to being hunted. No sooner had I arrived in the mansion, then the lesser demons set upon me and kicked me into a cell. I haven't even seen the Prime, yet; the one they say that created all the lesser spawn. Frankly...

This story is part of my "Obsidian's Hoard of Lovers" series, but they are all stand alone, so you don't have to read the others to enjoy this one.
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Peach is a catfolk spy that uses her wiles and her job as a famous belly dancer to get close to her targets. But when she targets the dragon Obsidian, she finds his aura too powerful to resist....

Tlan kept himself busy on the big day, washing pots and scrubbing charred firepit masonry. Out of everyone else's way. The High Ladies were flustered, rushing about the keep and beating their lordly charges with handbags and parasols if they didn't keep up. Young princes and barons were lining up at attention as the High Ladies bent stiffly in their corseted gowns to peer into their eyes....

Just before seven, Marie found me in the laundry with Laure. The house did not have a washing machine, so I was scrubbing my jeans on a washboard in a huge square double sink. It was a surprisingly enjoyable task and my increasing competence, along with my appearance in the boiler suit Marie had left out for me, was causing Laure, who was sitting on a worktop, critiquing my technique, great delight....

Jacob sits on the couch in their shared apartment; he turns and looks at the spot on the couch that Izzy always sits in. He wishes he could lay his head in her lap. He wishes he could hold her hand; he wishes he could watch dumb videos with her. He wishes he could have a fight with her.
Mostly he wished he wasn't scared he might lose her....

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Be quiet brother, mistress will hear you!
Behold: a male halfling monk, of the Open Hand, thirty-four years of age, beardless as all halflings and with only modest mutton-chops ending just below the ear. A shoulder length mop of dark hair covers tanned skin and chestnut eyes. Completely naked. Although only two feet ten inches in height, field work and martial training have endowed me with a respectable musculature, save for the effeminate roundness settling about my hips and belly--an effect of ou...

Chapter 4
"If a member of the Raiders was killed and not witnessed by a General, the reward could only be collected by taking the head to Korobe."
Jolan, the new Bar Maid at Hazen's Hole in the Rock tavern, heard that statement as she stepped up to a table of 5 men. They saw the shudder that went through her body, but they did not hear the thought that had produced it....

**Omenna was beautiful**, awe-inspiring, and had an abundance of life. It had creatures that would be considered extinct in other parts of the world, both plants and animals alike. But like every other place on Earth, it had its flaws... of course, the flaw wasn't in our beloved realm. My people, the Uduma, have lived here for millennia after all. No... the flaw lies in the people....

Kate was usually happy to see a line of people waiting to greet her, but not so much today. Not only was she was being distracted in the most devilish of ways, but she had spent most of the morning hogtied, locked in the spare room, while the rest of the household got ready to go out. Kate couldn't complain to much, as it had been partly her idea. She had realised recently that delaying the inevitable orgasm was one way to make it far more intense for her. And so, she allowed her assistant and her husband t...

The Lady of Shalott Chapter 2
In upstate New York the significance of the day was purposely being ignored and instead buried in her latest embroidery pattern. Every day Varina made a concerted effort to push all her memories of Jacob Wells and the world below out of her mind. It was too painful to remember and some days were easier than others. She preferred to lose herself in the vibrant colors of her embroidery work and music, a passion she had enjoyed since she was big enough to handle a needle. Most ...

Kim'ta looked at Gre'ta, then slightly bowed her head. "You have no longer to fear that I will complete my mission. That young girl that he saved is my niece. I haven't seen her in a long time. I thought she'd passed," Kim'ta said.
Gre'ta's eyes narrowed at the assassin for a moment, not believing she'd switch that easily. "I know that family is all to the light Elfs, you are a heartless assassin. I find it hard to believe."...

ISLANDROIDS: KOALA KINCAID and CYNTHIA BARBER
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Daylight! Finally!
Indonesia! An uninhabited island known by the chain as Pali. Not tiny, not humongous! Four mountains, mostly jungle, caves, and a freshwater lake with a generous waterfall. Paradise? Possibly! While no one lived there it was obviously a dangerous place. A cruise missile fired from its interior said a lot....

7
The following morning started with a phone call.
More specifically, it started with breakfast and some quiet conversation around the living room after the person I called failed to answer her phone. I caught everyone up on the full details of the previous night's encounter with Ayoka, and reactions across my household had varied from Sara's colorful swearing to Aubrette's surprisingly calm acceptance....

Chapter 18: John and Rachel Farber

John and Rachel Farber lived in wedded bliss for nearly twenty years. They had met at New York Equality University and each had fallen for the other at nearly first sight. Rachel was pretty but not over the top gorgeous, not one of those bleach bottle blondes who was snobbish and had airs of pretention. As for Rachel, she loved John's deep voice and his funny sense of humor, his loving and caring nature, as well as his enormous penis. They got married right after co...

******* Day 1 (I) ********
I call them. They look around. They look at me.
"It's my cabin," I confirm.
They pounce at me. They hug me. They kiss me. They cry. It's been hard for everyone. And for them, the uncertainty must have been very stressful.
"Kong! Pervert!" Song accuses me.
Is it my fault that my hand slipped to her ass? Or that I took the opportunity to check if it was still as smooth and supple as ever?...

Sinking her teeth into a doughnut, Donna Riggs relished sweet chocolate glaze and the fluffy full texture of the bread. A sudden and surprising spurt of gooey, white-yellow cream filling escaped, leaving a thin trail splattered on her lower lip, slinking sensually down her chin. With a satisfied moan, she used a finger to recapture the errant cream, sucking her digit clean. Taking her credit chip back from the floating Carlton's Pastries robot, she tucked the doughnut box away. The robot floated off into th...

I was laying on my back when they came to me.
The grass was lush and thick underneath my back and had that certain springiness that I associate with deep vegetation or pine needles but without the prickly points. I could hear the quiet susurration of the river as it meandered past a dozen feet or so from where I lay prone and gazing at the full moon directly overhead, gleaming through the wispy clouds but not quite bright enough to wash out the stars....

The following account that I provide has been commissioned by the Amgros Council; what I describe has never been documented before, but the Council has determined that we should lodge a copy in our Archive, accessible only by Council members and those who are preparing for elevation to the Council. It may also serve as a document for posterity, if the Amgros Sect should ever fracture and dissolve....