The Corvid Queen squeezed her powerful, dark thighs against the cold hips of Night Terror. She could hear him panting as she bounced herself upon his prick. She found his ridiculous stitched leather mask bothersome. He never took it off, thinking it added to his menacing aura. She knew this, of course, because her dark magics penetrated his mind. “Oh, Night Terror! Fuck, your cock feels like it’s tearing me apart!” His he...

I worked for Miss Fletcher till the New Year. I had earnestly tried to convince myself that I was content with working as her maid. I was making good money, and I wasn’t even spending it. Simply put, there was no reason to take another job. But at night, I would look at the stuffed rabbit the Warricks had left behind. As I stared into Finn’s button eyes and roughly sodomized myself with the bedpost, I knew I couldn’t shak...

Professor Warrick and his family stayed in the boarding house through their summer holiday. Miss Fletcher didn’t understand at first. She thought me downright greedy when I returned to offer my Turnaround Service on the occasions when he was alone in the room. But as always, she allowed me to make my own choices. “Is it worth it to be so degraded and used?” she asked me. I had been walking with tender caution since I had...

It was a nice night for a walk. The sweltering summer day gave way to a warm evening. Which was for the best, as Bella was wearing only her paper hospital gown with her ass hanging out the back. She examined her wrist. The bleeding had stopped from where she removed the IV, leaving dried spots of blood that looked black in the moonlight. She would catch hell for this. The nurses wouldn’t be happy about her sneaking away....

I had worked at Miss Fletcher’s boarding house for over a year. Mother had died when I was young. Father had never gotten over it. Her illness was quick and cruel. He found solace only in the bottle, and had been increasingly violent. When I was sixteen, he arrived home in a drunken stupor. I tried to get him into his bed, and he… he wanted me to join him. Called me my Mother’s name. I tried to bring him to his senses, bu...

I paused at my door, tapping my cane onto the ground for confirmation. The small entrance rug was askew. My hand drifted to the light switch, innocently brushing against it like I was trying to maintain balance as I loosened the straps on my shoes. The lights were flipped up and turned on. I tried not to make it obvious I knew someone was here as I carefully arranged my coat, bag, and cane in their assigned places. With a...

Hazel Daisy giggled as she pulled the pillow from my arms. “Hazey Rain, you are always acting so prim and proper. But you don’t need to be shy, not with me. I’ve seen it all before.” I squirmed as her hungry green eyes devoured my small breasts, her hand extending to fondle me in quaking excitement. My skin prickled at the warmth of her flesh so intimately touching mine. “Oh… oh… but… Mmm….” Hundreds of responses came to...

She watched in shocked silence from the cracked door of the rectory. Catherine wasn’t even thinking complete thoughts, just words. Purity. Chastity. Devotion. Virginity. That last rattled around her head the most. She had been engaged to Isaiah for four years, and he still hadn’t set a date. She confessed to the priest how she felt tempted to be touched, how the building longing in her body couldn’t be quieted. To give in...

I had made a promise to pace myself with Lilly. That I would take my time and not overindulge. But if you break a promise to yourself, does it really matter? At least that’s what I told myself as I moaned with satisfaction, my cock pumping a load deep into her warm, wet muff. No roleplay, no buildup. I went home with schoolgirl Lilly’s amazing blowjob on my mind and just got hornier and hornier till I couldn’t stand it. A...

Mistress looked angry. I had arrived when she said to. I had followed all her instructions. My body was shaved bare except for the crown of red hair she allowed me to keep above my cock. She allowed me entry, and I knelt before her as she read. At first, she was quiet. Casting the occasional annoyed glance my way. The annoyance turned to irritation. Then there was a snarl on her lip. And finally, anger. “Mistress, have I...

Betty saw through my lies yesterday, completely picked apart my story like some sort of sexual Sherlock Holmes. If I had gone back today claiming my dry spell continued, she would have known. So I tried a feint. I left Lilly untouched that morning, having only time to explore her home before the coffee shop opened. That turned to my advantage. I was already clocked in when Betty unlocked the door, beelined for me as I was...

Mistress told me to reflect on what I saw and write it down. Then I’m to read it to myself before bed for the next month. Then I am to burn it. The witch’s life wasn’t as glamorous as I had thought it would be. I was taught no spells. Instead, I learned lots about warts, boils, and infections. And plants. And cleaning. So much cleaning, especially when we visit the infirmed and forgotten. There were some interesting lesso...

Boudreau had often found himself with an excess of time to piddle away. Piracy on Mycel wasn’t hard work, but it took patience. Mostly, just waitin’ on a lush bounty without too many guards to float down the river to pluck up. Franky didn’t allow for hookers on her pirate ships. Told em’ to get their whores on the riverboat brothels and leave em’ there. Said a cunt on a boat of horny scoundrels was like a candle in a pile...

Now Mycel is a wild world. It changes more than a fat boy swappin’ out underwear on a muggy day. And over the centuries, the strange spores in the air that mutated the people started workin’ both ways. Latent Earthen DNA began mixin’ with the native flora and fauna. Makin’ creatures sorta like what you know of, but strange and twisted. Some right fucked up critters. And that’s not all that changed; Democracies and despots...

Now, this is a story of steam. But it starts in the stars. Allow me to bring y’all up to speed The history of Mycel began with a blowjob. A pretty damn good one, too. Not to be too much of a downer, but the humans had wrecked their third planet and were once again hoppin’ celestial bodies to start the whole colonize, monetize, pulverize cycle on the oh-so-creatively named Earth 4. Since this was the third such apocalyptic...