A deep melodious bell rang low throughout the caverns. Vana and Lala looked at each other and slowly rose out of the bath. "Come, Master Gar. The feast in your honor will commence soon." The women helped him into a long soft robe and then donned sweaters of white fleece that barely reached their bottoms. They led him up a long spiral staircase to a lavish chamber hung with tapestries and lit by warm glowing lanterns where...

A blast of warm steam scented with exotic fragrances enveloped Gar's senses as Luna led him by the hand through a great wooden door to the baths. In the dim light, Luna bid Gar to remove his boots while she bent over to undo the straps on her clogs. They placed their shoes in an alcove before she led him down a rock-hewn hallway into billowing steam. They arrived at a small chamber which was lit by large, roughly shaped c...

Rebecca and Steven fucked a lot over the next several weeks and months after they decided to try for a baby. A lot. Marin usually left Rebecca alone when Steven was around, given their uneasy truce. But Marin had also explained, in her own otherworldly demon way, that she still needed to feed. It would be too dangerous for Rebecca to only have sex with Steven. Marin would only be able to hold herself back for so long befo...

Rebecca heard the creak of the front door opening as Steven entered the house. "Hey Honey," he chimed from the front hallway. "How was your day?" he asked absently as he hung his jacket on the coat rack. "Fine, what about you?" Rebecca answered from the kitchen. "Yep, same. All good," Rebecca heard him mumble from the other room. Hopefully he'll come in here before he sits down in front of the computer, she thought to her...

A deadly beast. A nightmare story told to warn lustful men. Her name was spoken either as a cautious whisper, or as a resounding threat. But in his embrace, she was as willing as a virgin on her wedding night.  At his command, Asperelle, Mother of the Unbaptised, lowered her naked body onto the stone altar. She sat her broad, plump backside on the smooth surface, then gently lay down flat on her back. Without hesitation s...

Mitzi has started pimping me out to ‘solve people’s problems’. “You’re like Ms Wolf from that film,” she coos over the phone one afternoon in September when the weather can’t be arsed being anything at all and has settled on a humid drab grey like the soul of a hate-filled stockbroker. I allow one of those pauses that enable me to work out what the hell she’s on about. Then I get it. “From Pulp Fiction?” “Yes!” “That’s ve...

Solstice The sun, weak and pale, was sinking slowly through gathering clouds to the waiting earth. It cast a faint rose color over the black bare branches of the forest that stood waiting just beyond the edge of the village. Already she could hear the excited laughter of the gathered members of her clan. Suddenly a break in the clouds shot a brilliant shaft of light straight where she stood. A path! A sign? No. She smiled...

She is Arabella.She is the Navel Goddess. She sits, reclining on her throne, displaying her exquisite tummy and divine bellybutton.I kneel before her to worship her. I ask permission to lay hands on Her Golden Belly.If I am worthy, I may be permitted to touch it.If my touch pleases Her, I may be permitted to pay homage to it with my lips.If this brings Her pleasure, it may be granted that I dip my tongue into the sacred c...