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This piece was inspired by:
* The Creator (2023)
* Cloud Atlas (2012)
* Ghost in the Shell (1995)
* Mars Express (2023)
* Blade Runner saga
I wanted to showcase the depths of emotions one can possibly feel, and that love is the fundamental driving force of life. It's sad. I was told it hurts so good. I'm sorry, but also not. Enjoy and don't forget to grab tissues....

Warning: This is a very harsh sci-fi story set in Handmaid's Tale 2.0.
It contains fantasy violence in a sci-fi world in the future. None of the behavior depicted here is condoned in real life. All violence is to be abhorred. If the idea of fantasy violence and death bothers you, please do not read this. WARNING...

Previously in Frankengeld. After a fight with gargoyles, and then his Father, Damion has thrown his nemesis over the battlements into the chasm. But his not-actually-my-Father has held onto his errant son, and Damion has fallen too. Alicia has flown into the chasm to try to save him, and Helena has fallen to her knees on the cold stone slabs of the ancient tower, to cry uncontrollably....

Chapter 5
CHEF
Jonny nudged me awake. "We're here, Darlin'."
I opened my eyes as we pulled behind the Moonlit Mountain Lodge. He parked and reached behind the bench seat to grab my suitcase. "I'll show you to your room for the night. Chef will help you tomorrow."
I followed him inside. It was hard to make out the details of the Lodge in the dark but it was massive. Huge wooden logs rose up before me. Inside was cozy with leather couches and high wing back chairs. It was quiet and dark this late ...

"Do the math! Why don't you! Everyone knows it takes 300 days of spinning to get the liquid mixed correctly; anything short of that and it's gonna blow-up!"
She looked at him with contempt in her eye. Everyone knew it had to spin 300 days nonstop. Why would he even question that?
"The spin time is important, but what's more important is how fast it's spinning," he replied and folded his arms across his chest just to make the point that he was smarter than she was....

Capitolo 7
No Rest for the Wicked
Anticipated by a final series of rapid, frantic thrusts, Azuki's last stroke buried deep in Brittany's womb, erupting inside her with an impressive amount of cum, delivered in powerful spasms that shot thick, hot ropes of cum into her.
Azuki tilted her head back, exhaling a satisfied sigh as she surrendered to the liberating cumshot. To satisfy her desire to fuck her concubine as deeply as possible, she had hoisted the blonde's ankles onto her shoulders and pinned ...

Don't wander from the path. They always told him, don't wander from the path. Queer things live in the woods, and they like to lure you off the path.
So, during his walk to town in the afternoons, Beren kept his eyes on the path. In the evenings, after his last drink at the inn, he did the same. In the evenings it was harder. He could hear things, voices lilting on the wind. Whispers that tickled the back of his neck....

The Authors note is a bit long. You should be able to clearly understand everything that's happening without it, just some extra bits of lore for your horny mind to think about. I do make a slightly disparaging remark about a small dick but just to call it cute. Yall are big enough to me <3
This is my first story, inspired by accidently seeing a picture of Freeza while horny, leaving my imagination to run wild, as such, I forget to mention little things so I'll try to get things straight here, first, bef...

"Was it this street? Maybe it was on Elm? Damn, I'm lost! The bus leaves in like 15 minutes. What am I gonna do?"
"Hey... hey you!" Just ahead of me sitting on the street was an older drunken bum.
"Hell, maybe he knows where the fuck I am and where the bus line is."
The bum glanced up at me with a distorted glare which I could barely see through his unclean glasses. Layers and layers of muck covered his body. The aged bottle of wine he was holding looked like it too had come from the dumpster I saw...

Ruan stared off into the distance, eyes unfocused, barely registering the scene that was unfolding around him. The valley stretched out endlessly, a sea of jagged stone and swirling mist, with distant shapes becoming silhouettes against the alien night sky. He stood at the edge of it all, his bare feet pressing into the patchy ground, but the sensation barely registered. His mind was elsewhere, caught in a familiar listlessness where thoughts blurred into one another....

Lezdom Snow White


A cruel, dark fairytale

Author's note: This story is inspired by the events of Snow White as told in Germanic folklore. The character has been reinterpreted by many, the most famous of whom were the Brothers Grimm in the 19th century, but she also appears in many European tales. The following is a reinterpretation of those stories from an erotic perspective....

The woman looked up at the alien she'd seen earlier, the one they'd called her "mate." That wasn't a word she knew, but something about the word's sound, and the way the alien looked at her, made her feel warm and safe, like the soft fur of her parent's dog, Anuit, when she'd been little. Even Daddy had hesitated to hit her when she was next to Anuit....

Intersexed Ch. 03: The War on Terror. Part 2.

From Part 1.
"Lanner sends his regards," Tank chuckled as his lengthy cock swelled. Morning did not look like the woman from his visions, but he knew she was her. "Morning, please, will you return to your natural form? It appears we are brother and sister, or maybe you might even be my distant mother. Either way, we share Lanner as an ancestor....

Vaid Empire: Conquest is a massive fantasy series that aims to mix erotica with the quality of a published novel. New chapters and artwork are released every month for free, with the completely optional possibility to receive early access on the official Vaid Empire Website. The Series focuses heavily on worldbuilding, story, and characters....

Excerpt on Metamorphosis, and Other Forms of Demonic Reproduction
From: A Study on Demon Behaviour, by Lyra Lunareth
It would be an error of both scholarship and wisdom to assume that demonkind reproduces in any singular manner. Unlike mortals bound by fixed biological laws, demonic propagation is a fluid and multifaceted phenomenon, manifesting differently across species, temperaments, and magical affinity. Historically, demons pursued reproduction as a tool of war. In modern times, their motivations...

13


IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT

Chloe peddled her bike home, and her legs felt wobbly. She swerved onto the shoulder of the road and almost smacked the Schwinn into old man Nagy's mailbox. She pumped the peddles, and each time she did, the tip of the saddle seat split her cunny lips and rubbed across her clit. The process of riding was maddening. The girl stopped straddling the seat and wondered if she could fix it. She couldn't put on her panties; Kim had kept them. She studied the seat, and a d...

The Pits of Depravity

Thank you for looking at my story. I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it. It would be very helpful if, having read it, you give it a rating, and add any comments that occur to you.
This story is not part of a series, but it is the first volume in what I hope will be a tetralogy. In later volumes the science fiction element will be much more prominent. Obviously, it would be equally at home in the "BDSM" or the "Noncon" categories, but we have to choose one....

He thought that finding the cure to the disease that took his father would be the hard part...
Colwyn Smalley never questioned the role he was meant to play. The labels which would define him were assigned before he left primary school: genius; aloof; innovator; driven. After his father was handed a fatal diagnosis, Colwyn swore to find a cure... to save his hero....

A Day in Giganta
"That concludes this recording of Ecstasy in Purple by Adelard Cantacuzene. We at the Pania Federation of Jazz Musicians would like to thank you fo--"
Click. A wet finger flicked the ruin-carved switch of the phonogram, shutting the music off.
Quintus stepped out of the shower, his finger flicking in a circle as a spool of mana twisted the knob shut and the shower went to a trickle and died down. He gave his neck a couple of cricks as he dried his long black hair and stepped in fro...

"Mom," Sherry Fleming asked one evening over dinner. "What do you think Dad would have thought about the infernals?"
Nicole hesitated. The memory of her husband, Terry, was not exactly a comfortable one, and she had no intention of sharing with her daughter exactly why. The years of sexless marriage, as he claimed he was asexual; his death of a heart attack brought about by "strenuous exercise" in the company of a young woman only a year older than Sherry; those were the highlights. "I guess we have no w...

Thanks to :
AD&D for a world of spells & magic.
Jack Vance, "Eyes of the Overworld" for being a source of inspiration for TSR & myself.
Synopsis :
Set in an alternate reality, fantasy world. Alysa Ascanius, an Arch Mage whose parents were tortured & killed when she was a 12 year old child enacts revenge against the perpetrators decades later. She has started her mission to the Cantran capital with her small entourage supposedly as a diplomatic consul but she has another agenda. Magical changes t...

Harold the Healer, Chapter 16: Harold's Birthday, Part One
"Happy Birthday, Papa!" It was far too early in the morning for anyone to be this bouncy, but somehow Harold's eleven-year-old daughter Marcie managed it. Every day. Harold Moser, Doctor of Magical Medicine and Veterinary Medicine, recipient of the Order of The Kingdom, the Golden Star of Carcosa, and the Silver Star for Valour, grunted and pulled the covers over his head. Stormy, the kitten he'd rescued from the roadside rest stop five weeks ago...

On the way home, Sarah insisted that we stop at McDonald's and buy breakfast. She ordered five different meals, all with smoothies, finishing them all before we pulled into our driveway. I could have sworn she was another inch taller as we walked in the door.
She pulled me into a hug just inside the door. "I'm worried, Dan. What's going to happen to me?"...

******* Celebrations *****
"Stop hogging him!" Yu complains.
"You took longer than I expected," her sister laughs, walking away.
Yu is about to chase her. But I don't let her.
"Don't think you're going to get away that easily."
She lets herself fall on the bed. Looking at me. Expectant. I'm standing, stepping on the floor. In front of her. I open her legs. One on my shoulder. She's half sitting. Her hands resting on the bed. Mine on her ass. Hugging it....

Chapter 1
Olya gently found consciousness that morning as the light from the sunrise hit her face. She relished the comfort of awaking in a warm, comfortable bed with no tree roots or rocks poking into her. She stretched her limbs, then got up, dressed herself and went downstairs for breakfast. When she reached the bar area, Havi was already sitting enjoying a mug of coffee. There was another cup on the table clearly intended for her and she joined him....

"The new dawn blooms!" the old African woman groaned as Gene squirted lubricant on his fingers and worked it into the loose, dry tissues of her vaj, "It's been so long since lookin' at my body got a boy hard." She moved her hips, pushing up against him so his fingers moved in and out of her. "You want me to get on my hands and knees so you don't have to see my face and my saggy tits while we do it?"...

Pairs of Pumpkins, Episode 11:
The Teleporting Tours of a Top-Heavy Teenager
by Jess Faulks
Chapter 10 of 13
Descending the stairs, Anastasia could hear her siblings more clearly now and smell that it was dinner time, a much later and informal time than at Zarron's, fitting for a house full of children and run by teenagers. Osvaldo, a half-rabbit they'd rescued was conveniently a trained, gourmet chef and naturally took over the task of preparing the family's daily meals.  ...

As soon as she woke up, Mary went into a panic. Had she broken herself? Did she cause irreparable damage to her body? Such questions rushed to her mind as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her balls were still missing... and presumably still inside her.
She used a couple of fingers to feel around her vagina anxiously, but she could not find any trace of her missing testicles. She was still wearing the pink and blue bracelets, and both of them were still active. So, she presumed, she still had balls......

K'rra knelt in the cell. It felt good, natural. She imagined Kaster was there looking down at her. She knew she had to act if she ever wanted to hear him call her a good girl again.
Opening her eyes, she saw Sheriff standing at the open door. The other constables were off performing their duties. He was keeping them busy in order to steal some private time with K'rra. She had to tread carefully with her asks. Anything outside his moral comfort zone could backfire and cause a vicious backlash....

At some point during the night, Tori had either passed out or had finally drifted off to sleep. Her hard mattress and lumpy pillow were soaked with her own drool and cum and her limbs ached from the restraints that still bound her to the four corners of the bed. She was still gagged but her blindfold had at least slipped down during the night, allowing her to look around her small, bleak cell as she recalled the events of the previous night....