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EROTIC ADVENTURE UNIVERSE

THE MATERIAL UNIVERSE

This reality is one where magic, aliens, super-science, and extra dimensions exist, but while the people of Earth have long suspected such things, most of human history was ignorant of its truth. The Earth of this universe is very much like our own, save that things are perhaps a bit more “cinematic.” It is a world where spy thrillers and action movies might exist, where technology advanced at a slightly faster rate, and where the human race has long had the potential to unlock psychic powers, though it is not until modern times that such a thing has actually been proven possible.

Elsewhere in the Milky Way Galaxy, however, the impact of extra-dimensional incursions have greatly shaped the course of countless civilizations. Primarily, the Material Universe has been preyed upon by two cosmic factors: the Fae Realm and Temael, the Dark God.

Sex Mage World of Civero

Now here’s a concept I’ve struggled to work on for years, but never could really wrap my head around how it would work out. As mentioned in a recent post, trying to combine the Sex Mage concept with Civero comes with a host of logistics issues that makes writing a Civero-based SMW story somewhat problematic. Part of the issue is Sex Magic works best as a concept, in my mind anyway, when there aren’t any other forms of supernatural power to counter it. So, the idea of Sex Magic spreading across a world that already has several other magical power concepts in place certainly lessens the blow.

Moreover, part of Civero’s conceit is that not only do both men and women equally gain powers here, magical individuals are also relatively rare. Naturally, my stories focus on these individuals, and usually on empowered women specifically, but part of the appeal here is that very few people have magic powers, and therefore, the power dynamic of such couples functions differently. More over, while in some ways the man is even more helpless against a mage when she can tease and torment him without anyone knowing what’s really going on, at the same time, the truly evil mages can be stopped by supernatural authorities whose job it is to shut down people like them. This as opposed the Sex Mage World, where everyone has all the same powers, everyone knows what’s going on and lets it happen, and the “novelty” of Sex Magic kind of dulls after a while.

Another part of the struggle was that, just like with Earth, trying to figure out exactly how Sex Magic was going to affect all the different cultures of the world is difficult. With Earth, I admit I ultimately just copped out with having all the countries of the world turned into the Queendoms. With Civero, it was a matter of lacking both a fleshed out world concept, but also just not knowing how the Magic was going to clash with certain elements of the setting. Figuring out how Civero societies deal with Sex Magic does make for an interesting world building exercise, I’ll admit. It’s an unexpected way to find out what each country values. However, as Civero has developed further, I have also came to realize there are things about the world as a whole that don’t match up with Earth.

The Stranger

ONE

The dark-haired young man came into the diner at 4 a.m., just an hour before Casey Brightwell’s shift ended. He looked nervous and a little confused, but seemed also relieved as he stepped through the door. He was a bit underdressed for the weather, only a tee-shirt, jeans, and a flannel over shirt, despite the fact that there was at least a heavy jacket’s worth of chill outside.

He glanced around, taking in the diner’s sleek white and red décor, and the five other people in the diner. Aside from Casey, there was a tall man standing at the grill, two older men sitting at a table, and an older woman sitting at the counter. Casey noted the young man glance over all of them with a bit of a wary look, then sat down at the far end of the counter, away from them all. He let out a long breath, closing his eyes, then opening them again, to look at the assembled group almost studiously.

The other four gave him a glance, the grill man and the older woman giving him a nod, the two men at the counter continuing their own conversation. Casey, dutifully came up to him and offered a warm smile. “Howdy, stranger. You look like you’ve got yourself a little turned around.”

“That obvious, huh?” the young man said.

Casey nodded. “Only diner around for miles, we get some folks who get lost in the middle of the night. Would you like a coffee?”

He looked at Casey, then back at the others, who were ignoring him, then back at Casey. He gave her a once-over, then hesitantly said, “Yeah. Yeah, that would be great. Thanks.” He spoke fluent English, but there was an odd accent to his voice that Casey couldn’t place.

“Are you alright, sir?” said Casey, frowning a bit.

“I think so,” said the man, rubbing his eyes a bit. “I’m sorry, I’m just tired.”

“I’ll bet,” said Casey. “Wee hours of the morning and all.” She went to fetch the coffee and a mug. “I didn’t see you pull up,” she said. “Did you break down out there?”

The man opened his mouth to say something, then closed it, hesitating. “No,” he finally said.

Tyrga

ONE

Tyrga walked slowly through the book store, patiently waiting for his charge to finish her shopping. The young lady he was escorting was off in the comic book section, lost in her reading as she skimmed through various graphic novels to buy. Tyrga wasn’t much into comics himself, and so he stayed where he could keep an eye on her, but skimmed the shelves around him to see if there were any books of interest. He wasn’t much of a reader of normal books, either, frankly.

Still, as he searched, his gaze fell upon a small section containing Demihuman literature. Tyrga’s eyebrow’s raised at that. It was the only set of shelves to feature such books, and some of them were even written in High Zoan, the “common” Demihuman language. It was nice to see such things; Demihuman art was rarely promoted in stores.

Tyrga skimmed the titles on the shelves. Most were autobiographies, telling of Demihumans who had struggled through the harrowing conditions of the Forbidden Continent, before being rescued by humans, only to then live as servants to the humans. Tyrga had read enough of those growing up. While they could be inspiring, after a while, they all ended up following the same formula, and more than a few of them were overall depressing reads. Tyrga did notice a couple fantasy novels, but he wasn’t really interested in those things. He was about to give up and turn back to skimming other works, when one title caught his eye.

Demi-Love: A Guide to Cross-Species Relations. Tyrga’s eyebrows raised again. What was this now? He picked up the book. The title was in gold, curvy script, overlaying a cover which depicted an artfully shaded photograph of a nude couple. The woman was a human leaning back against her partner, with one arm raised to cup his cheek while she leaned back for a kiss, another extended back to grasp his buttocks. The man, however, was a Rouccuan, a catlike Demihuman just like Tyrga himself. The Rouccuan hugged the human from behind, pressing his front against her back. One arm was wrapped over her breasts, while the other slid down her belly, the hand covering her sex. His tail curled around her thighs, as he leaned his head over her shoulder to kiss her.

Dellissa's World: The Sex Mage Island

Edited from a Topographical Map of Stewart Island

The Setting

One of the possible origin ideas I had for the Sex Mage World was the idea that the whole thing is an advanced Simulation, that the Sex Mage World that is inherently “fake” even within its own universe. Only a small percentage of people within the Simulation are real, with the rest being pantomime people running through pre-set programs. Something like this could easily be done using the Fae Realm aspect of the World of Civero setting. So, as a little thought-experiment on the SMW setting, this idea proposes that the Sex Mage World is really a pocket dimension formed by an erotically-minded Fae.

Kat's Boytoy: The Complete Series

The complete Kat's Boytoy story, all in one volume! As with most of my work, the stories in here can be found on this blog or Literotica for free, but this book is slightly touched up from those versions to allow the stories to flow together a bit better. Kat's Boytoy has always been one of my more popular series, and I hope new readers will enjoy it as much as old readers, who I hope will enjoy it all over again! Thanks again for your continued support!

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Contest of Climaxes (unfinished)

Rooting around in my "Unfinished Folder", I found a story I'd started a couple years back, but ended up writer's blocking on like a truck into a brick wall. Haven't really come up with a good way to continue, but I like what I wrote so far, so I figured I'd give it a post. Enjoy!

(This is a World of Civero story, not an SMW one.)


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ONE
When Jude opened his eyes, he expected to find himself staring at the dull grey ceiling of his apartment, the ceiling fan making its slow rotation and casting continuously warping shadows on the walls. He expected his girlfriend to be snuggled up next to him, and to be dressed in his pajamas.

He did not expect to find himself in a strange, all-white room, sitting in a chair, facing three other men, and all four of them to be naked. “What the hell?” he muttered. The other three men glanced over to him. The man across from him had long red hair and piercing blue eyes, This man was the first to speak, giving him a polite nod. “Howdy stranger,” he said. “Before you start panicking, take a deep breath. We don’t know what’s going on either.”

Brutal Healing

ONE

I’ll give her this much, she was still the sexiest woman I had ever fucked. The kind of woman that somehow combined sexy and cute in the same package. I had met her at a bar on a warm summer night, and my first instinct upon seeing her was that she was way out of my league. But after a couple shots of “liquid confidence”, I had decided to try my luck.

“Hey, babe,” I said, sauntering up to her. “I hear the beach is nice this time of year. Care to catch a moonlight stroll?” Crap, could I have sounded more gay? I thought to myself.

She looked over at me, her blue eyes wide and somehow mixing innocence and mischief all at once. The color stood out all the more thanks to her dark hair, which hung straight to her shoulder.  At first I thought she wasn’t going to say anything and just turn away, but then she asked the barkeep to put the drink she’d ordered on her tab, then downed it in one swig. I sighed to myself, thinking I had just scared her out of the bar. But when I turned to leave, I felt her hand slip into the nook of my arm. “Okay,” she said, her voice sweet as honey, and her face slightly flushed from chugging her beverage. “Shall we go?”

Grinning like a fool, I led her outside to my car. “So,” I said. “You really interested in the beach, or did you have somewhere else in mind?”

“Oh, no,” she said. “The beach is perfect. I have a beach house I use for the summer, so we can use that. It’s a bit far down the road, but it’s nice and private.”

My grin must have widened, because I saw her smile broadly at my expression. “Ah,” I said, “So are you a summer resident?”

“Oh, no, I’m local,” she said. “But I usually live in the inner city, thanks to work. During the warmer seasons, I use the beach house on my days off, when I can get them.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a biomancer.”

My eyebrows went up at that. “Really?” I said. “That must keep you busy indeed.”

“Fourteen hour days, four days a week,” she said, with a sarcastically chipper voice. “Well, it helps when you’ve got magic to keep you fresh and energized the whole time, but once that three day weekend hits, I want to just crash most of the time. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten out. So what do you do?”

“Oh, I’m a lawyer,” I said. Then, a bit sheepishly, I admitted, “Mainly just traffic court. Nothing too exciting, really.”

“Hey,” she said with a smile. “Nothing wrong with that. Maybe after this is done, you can help me with my speeding ticket.” She winked and we laughed a bit. We continued to chat as I drove us to her place. It was indeed out there, about a ten minute drive past the city limits. She had me pull off onto a gravel road which went through a line of trees. Finally, we got to a small paved parking area, and just behind that was the beach house.

Pet Teacher

ONE

The clock ticked by slowly as Rachel sat in her English class, bored out of her mind. She considered it her easiest class; writing had always been her strong suit. Unfortunately, this led to an overconfidence which made her unprepared for her tests, which she didn’t bother to study for. She could bullshit her way through the essays easy enough, but it was clear to Dan Hadder, her young teacher, that she was only getting by on a minimum of effort.

When class was over, Dan called Rachel to stay behind. The freshman girl sighed, annoyed at the request, but not really surprised by it. She supposed she couldn’t just slack off forever; this was college after all, but honestly, how could she be expected to pay attention when she’d learned most of this stuff in High School already?

Dan sighed a little as Rachel gave him an annoyed look.  He couldn't keep cutting her breaks, however. If he didn’t learn to be firm with his students, his teaching career would be a joke. “Rachel,” he said, calmly, keeping his eyes on her face.  “Your performance in your school work has been lacking. I can see that you are very bright, and can easily grasp the material, but you don’t put in any more than a minimum effort. Just because you are bright doesn't give you the right to slack off. I've given you the benefit of the doubt thus far, but I can’t keep giving you a pass if you aren’t going to at least try.” Dan waited to see her reaction, hoping she wouldn't be as dismissive of his words as she was of her work.

Rachel watched him with a bored expression, her grey eyes glancing over him. He was certainly a cute one, which was really the only reason she even paid him even half her attention. When he paused, she pursed her lips together as she carefully eyed him over. “I don’t see what the problem is,” she said. “I do the work. Why isn’t that enough?”

“Because just doing the bare minimum isn’t going to get you ahead in life,” said Dan.

Rachel shrugged. “Why does it always have to be about getting ahead? Life’s not a rat race. Or at least, it shouldn’t have to be.”

The Pixie's Reward

ONE

Duncan had been driving home from the factory in the wee hours of the morning when he encountered a pixie. It smacked against his windshield with a rather loud “THWAP!” as he idled at a stop light. The pixie groaned as her form splayed almost comically across the glass. Duncan frowned and observed the small creature with that perfect deadpan look only those tired to the bones, yet not in a position to fall asleep, can master. He put the car in park long enough to step out and scoop the small thing up, before depositing it on the passenger seat. He then drove the rest of the way home, ignoring the impulse to question his sanity. Such lines of inquisition could wait for a better time, one when he wasn’t having to use most of his willpower to keep his eyes open and on the road.

As he drove home, though, he stole a couple glances at the thing he had rescued. It was the very image of a classical pixie: a fully grown, beautiful woman only six inches tall, wearing a simple green dress, with two sets of translucent, iridescent wings sprouting from her back. Her long red hair came down to nearly her ankles, and her slim, fit figure had a nice set of curves.

She did not awaken as Duncan pulled into the driveway of his small, one-story home. He cupped her gently with one hand as he went inside. Grabbing a clean hand towel, he set up a small “mattress” on the kitchen counter, and lay her down atop it. Then he plopped down on the couch, and turned on the TV. As the sights and sounds of late night programming lulled him to sleep, he wondered if his little hallucination would still be there in the morning.

He was assured of this when, eight solid hours later, he awoke to a tapping on his cheek. With a snort, he blinked awake and nearly leaped out of his skin as he saw the diminutive creature hovering right above his face. Still half asleep, he swatted at it, thinking it was some kind of large bug. She easily dodged his hand, floating up to the ceiling.

“Hey!” she called down, in a voice surprisingly normal sounding for one so tiny. “Careful!”

Kat's Boytoy: Zoa Blues

NOTE: This story takes place after Kat’s Boytoy: The Party and Kat’s Boytoy: Wild Lust

CHAPTER ONE

My name is Kat and I am an Esper, a person gifted with psychic powers. For over a year and a half now, I have been enjoying an intensely kinky BDSM relationship with my boytoy, Ben. Instead of whips and chains and chastity belts, however, I use my mental abilities in all sorts of ways to dominate him, sensually tormenting his body and mind until he can’t stand it anymore, forcing him to please me while I tease him with only occasionally blessings of relief. If it sounds a bit harsh, don’t worry. It’s always been in good fun. I can be pretty intense with my sadism sometimes, but he’s a total masochist for my brand of psychic sex play, so it all works out.

At least, it used to. But all good things have to end someday, right? Ben came over to my place the other night, and I could tell he wasn’t bringing good news. Just heading to the door, I could feel the mix of emotions, mainly anxiety, emanating off him. When a person was that wound up, I didn’t have to pry to sense what they were feeling. Ben swallowed hard when I opened the door and gave him a smile, hoping to ease his mood. “Hello, boytoy. You aren’t due for another couple of days. Feeling tense already?”

“Already” was a bit of a joke. We’d incorporated orgasm denial into our sexual play since the beginning. I used to let him pop at least once a week, usually twice, but after last summer, I got into the habit of extending the time between climaxes. I loved to make him cum, but I also enjoyed feeling his sexual excitement and frustration wash over me as we fucked. I now usually let him pop only once every two weeks. Sometimes I’d extend it to three if I was feeling especially wicked. It drove him absolutely crazy, but when I did finally let him cum, it was unlike any orgasm most men get to experience in their lives. Trust me, I made sure it was worth it.

However, as he stood at the door looking almost pensive, his nine day stretch of blue balls seemed the last thing on his mind. I frowned a bit. “Are you alright?” I said.

“Kat, we, uh… we need to talk…” he said. 

Sami

ONE

Sami tried to navigate out of the way of the oncoming cluster of students, but with the stack of books she had, she couldn’t maneuver quick enough without spilling them. The cluster of students didn’t seem to care about this, and the tall, strapping young man almost directly in front of her didn’t bother getting out of the way. He glanced at her and barely hid a sneer as he purposefully angled his elbow to hit Sami’s shoulder, causing her to jerk back. Her books tumbled to the ground and she tripped over one, landing with a grunt on her hands and knees.

Sami sighed as she heard the young man let out a short guffaw, and his two buddies snickered as well. Two of the three girls with them giggled along, while one frowned, but didn’t say anything in Sami’s defense. Of course, she wouldn’t. Sami was a Demihuman. In their eyes, the mere fact that Sami was on a college campus and wasn’t either pulling weeds or pushing a mop was an affront to their sensibilities. Even here in the supposedly “open minded” nation of Argonia, Sami was a sub-human as far as most people, and even the law itself, were concerned.

Sami started assembling her stack of books, her long reddish-blond hair and long rabbit-like ears falling over her shoulders, forming a curtain around her face. She didn’t need to see the other students, and faculty, watching her. It’s not like any of them were going to—

“You need some help?”

Sami almost jumped at the voice, and looked up to see a white-haired young man with icy blue eyes looking down at her. He gave her a soft smile, and crouched down, helping pick up her things. “Uh… thank you…” said Sami, cautiously. She stood, hefting her mostly-complete stack, and waited for the boy set his part of the stack on top of hers. When he just kept them tucked under his arm, she gave him a perplexed look. “Um…”

“Where are you headed? Can’t be too far, right? I’ll help you carry these,” he said.

Kat's Boytoy - Wild Lust

It’s me, Kat the Esper again, for another little tale of erotic adventure!

A year and a half had gone by since I had first seduced Ben into being my sex slave. Just a couple weeks ago, we had attended a sort of swingers party with a group of kinky mages and had decided that, kinky as we ourselves were, that sort of thing wasn’t really up our alley. The experience also left us both feeling a little sexed out, so we hadn’t fooled around or anything since then. I knew by this point, however, Ben must be getting antsy; one of my psychic tricks was to put a limiter in his mind that prevented him from masturbating or achieving orgasm without my permission, and two weeks was quite a while for the poor guy to endure.

Usually, we had our fun over at my place, but I decided today I would surprise him. About mid-afternoon, once my classes were over, I popped over to his place. I spread my psychic senses out to make sure he was actually there. If not, I’d make myself comfortable and wait, but if so, I considered tricking his senses into not being able to see me, and then play a prank or two on him whilst I was “invisible.” Childish? Sure. Fun? Heck, yeah!

Map of Civero

Because, yeah, you people come here for the geography lessons.

First time making a fictional map, so I kept it pretty basic, didn't bother including terrain features like the Titan Mountains (which divides the three countries of Gran), the Elyss Desert (which separates Elyss from the rest of Sarkovia), and there's probably a couple hundred little islands I'm missing and I didn't bother with the major lakes and rivers that I'm sure are there somewhere, but most of those are probably too small to see at this scale anyway. So, not bad, I'd say, mostly shaped how I had it in mind, though I'm sure the figures are probably off from my guidebook descriptor. Oh, well. Funny, thing, actually had to make up the ocean names on the spot, since I never thought about those prior to this.


Yeah, I know, it ain't erotica. Sorry for the lack of content lately. Summar/fall just seems to be a less productive time for me, and I haven't fully resolved my writing conflicts yet.

Kat's Boytoy - The Party

ONE

Ben was running down a corridor, through an empty house that seemed to just keep going. No matter how many doors he opened, or how many hallways he found, he could not seem to find any exit. I smiled and laughed as he ran around in circles, while I followed behind, a ghostly figure always just at his heels. He’d given me a merry chase, but his efforts were futile. This was a castle of my own creation, and no man could escape its twisting confines if I did not desire it. I chased him until he could run no more, and he finally collapsed onto his hands and knees, gasping.

I smiled and walked around to the front of him. He looked up and swallowed hard as he beheld my completely nude form. My body was too much for his mortal senses to bear and he shivered as lust rose quickly within him. Within seconds, he was utterly entranced, helpless as I leaned down and cupped his face in my hands.

“Poor little boy, no escape for you,” I said. I smiled wickedly at him. “You’re all mine now. Once my spell is complete, you will belong to me, body and soul.”

“N-n-no!” he whispered, fighting me with every ounce of his will. “You won’t… take me…”

I laughed and leaned forward, kissing him. He moaned in utter rapture, his body trembling, as my mere kiss filled his every nerve with pleasure. I pulled away, and he all but hung in my grasp, gasping for breath. I could see his cock straining to escape his pants. I laughed, and with a wave of my hand, his clothes vanished, leaving him as naked as myself.

“Fight me as much as you like,” I said sweetly. “In the end, you will submit to me.”

“I w-won’t…” he said. “Y-you won’t… b-beat me!”

I chuckled, and leaned close, whispering into his ear. He shuddered as my breath tickled him. “Well, then, I propose a little challenge. If I make you cum with just my kiss, you will be mine. But if you can resist, I suppose I might give you another chance to run.”

Without waiting for a reply, I kissed him again, and he let out a loud moan. He brought his hands up to try and push me away. However, he could not bring himself to do so, and instead he clutched at me. He was shaking, hips bucking, as I continued to kiss him, overwhelming him with inhuman levels of pleasure. He tried to fight me, he really, did, but it was too much, too fast, and despite straining with every once of his will, his submission was inevitable…

Sheila

ONE

“There must be some mistake,” said Kevin told the representative standing before him. “I didn’t ask for this.” He cocked his thumb at the young demihuman woman who had been presented to him. The young woman bowed her head, looking even smaller as she stood in the large office.

“I assure you, sir, do not let her small stature mislead you,” said the other man, giving Kevin a warm smile. “She is quite strong and nimble. And her smaller size will make it easier to house her.”

“Easier to get underfoot, too.”

“She also won’t require as much food.”

Kevin eyed the young demihuman woman thoughtfully. She was a Rouccuan of the more feline persuasion, with a cat-like tail, ears, and eyes, and a jaguar-patterned coat of short, fine fur over her body. Kevin noted that her fangs and claws had been surgically removed. The Rouccuan kept her gaze lowered, but kept sneaking glances upwards at her prospective buyer.

“You’re sure she speaks Ashi?” said Kevin.

“Quiet well,” said the man. “See for yourself.”

Kat's Boytoy: Summer Visit

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Captive

The gentle feeling of feathers tickling Cale’s balls was at first a pleasant sensation to wake up to. He would start to squirm into the feeling, trying to shift his hips so the feathers would instead stroke along his shaft. However, the feathers would unerringly follow his balls, causing him to shift more. He would then start to awaken more fully, and would try to reach down to grab the feathers, or better yet, the hand holding them.

Then he’d feel the restraints holding back his arms. As soon as that registered, his eyes would snap open, and even though it never worked, not once, he’d immediately jerk at the bonds as his gaze opened to see one of the most stunningly beautiful women he’d ever seen. This alone would have been enough to calm him down, if it weren’t for two things: One, that upon awakening, he was now aware of the acute ache in his balls from days (weeks?) without orgasm. Two, that the young woman currently feathering said balls wasn’t doing it with her hands, but with the tip of her elegant black wings.

Shit. Every morning, Cale prayed he’d wake up and it would have all been a dream. That he’d be back in his bed, and his girlfriend would have decided to get a little kinky and play with his nuts to wake him up. His prayer had yet to be answered. He was still here, in a village of demihumans, somewhere on the Forbidden Continent. He was still a prisoner to this vicious minx of a winged woman, so beautiful, yet so cruel despite the sweet smile she almost always gave him.

He gave up his struggles, though his hips still twitched, bucking now really, as the winged woman continued to tickle his balls with her wingtip. She giggled as her other wing come forward, and the tip made a few quick swipes along his penis head, which was already flowing with pre-cum. He hissed and bucked harder into the air, but it was no use. The woman laughed again, and moved to undo the binds on his hands and wrists.

He winced as her fingertips came near him, the thin talons extending from the tips sharp enough to cut through bone. But her movements were quick and dexterous, and even though it looked like she had barely passed her hands over the knots, they came apart with ease, freeing his arms and legs.

“Siva!” came a melodic voice from the window. “Rkk lck ou sli vk?”

The winged woman turned and spoke a similarly incomprehensible sentence. Cale still hadn’t learned the demi-humans’ language; too many syllables he couldn’t even pronounce, whistles and clicks he still couldn’t figure out the pattern for. About the best he’d done was learn that “Siva” was the winged woman’s name.

Siva turned back to her captive, and watched him sit up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his wrists where the bonds had held them. He winced as the ache in his balls flared for a moment as they were moved since the first time last night; he yearned more than anything to rub one out just to relieve the pressure, but he didn’t dare move to even cup himself. He waited for the ache to pass, then stood. Siva motioned with her hand that he could pass, and he did so, stepping through the small three room home, and out into the backyard. He was still bucked naked.

After a short stop at the “facilities,” which was nothing more than a hole in the ground behind a short wall, he fetched the bucket and got water from the well, then hauled it back into the house. The whole time, he ignored the sniggering, catcalls, and occasional spitting noises from the winged woman’s neighbors. He didn’t look at them.

He set the water down in what more or less passed for the kitchen and took a small drink, and then he kneeled at the table before his captor. She spent a few minutes making use of the water, boiling it for tea, taking a rag and washing herself a bit. Then without warning, she whirled and picked Cale up bodily, throwing him against the wall, she yanked off her barely-there tunic and pounced on him, biting the right side of his neck and pinning his arms against the wall. She pushed her sex, slick with seemingly sudden excitement, against his, causing him to almost instantly grow hard. She impaled herself upon him, flapping her wings and using them to brace herself. She began to fuck him with rapid, jerky thrusts.

Cale gasped and threw his head back, moaning. She was tight, oh, god she was tight, and her pussy was burning hot. Even with her teeth clamped onto his neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave marks, she moaned in a high pitched series of cries. He shuddered as he felt the cum roil in balls. Her grip on his wrists and neck tightened, and her could feel her claws and teeth threatening to split the skin. Somehow, Cale found the will to keep himself from cumming. He couldn’t hold on. It was too much, had been too long since he’d blown his load. He was going to lose it!

Suddenly, before he even realized it at first, she was off him, jumping back and then bending over, her eyes wide and studious as she watched his cock jerk. She reached out, her talons glinting in the light as they hovered barely half an inch from his cock. Then, after a few skipped heartbeats, the need to cum subsided, and he let out a huge breath, sliding down to the floor, gasping. He looked up at his captor warily.

Siva frowned for just a moment as she watched his cock continue to twitch a few times, then looked into his eyes and smiled. She pat him on the head affectionately, then snapped her fingers, and pointed to the spot in front of her. Cale struggled back up to his knees and bowed before her, kissing her feet. Satisfied, she turned and continued her task in the kitchen.

Cale let out a low, shaky breath. This woman, no, this creature, was fucking insane. No wonder these freaks weren’t allowed on the mainland of Civero. Cale wondered if he’d ever see it again.

He winced as he heard another sound from outside the window, this one a scream coming from next door. Another familiar part of the morning ritual; the creatures next door, hulking bullmen with thick, foot long cocks, had taken his girlfriend, and every morning, they fucked her in every hole, making her cum until she couldn’t even move until sometime in the mid-afternoon. As sickened with himself as it made him, Cale couldn’t help but be jealous. Her captors made her cum her brains out.

Of course, it was possible Siva was just screwing with him. Part of him doubted she would actually cut his junk off; she’d lose her favorite toy. But Cale had seen the mad gleam in her eyes the time he’d tried to touch himself. He wasn’t about to risk it.

As he listened to his girlfriend getting fucked into inhuman bliss, Cale tried his damnedest to ignore the ache in balls, even as Siva kept tickling his sex with her wings. One day, he swore he’d get them out of here, somehow. Until then, no matter how much his body yearned for it, he prayed he wouldn’t cum.

Magic Revenge

PART ONE

Robert was grinning smugly as he strode towards his girlfriend’s apartment. Well, to be more specific, one of his girlfriends’ apartments. A college senior with little to lose after graduation, or so he thought, Robert fancied himself rather adept at being able to juggle three girls at once. Technically, only Karen was his official “girlfriend,” while he considered Becky and Jane to just be fuck buddies. However, he knew Becky was infatuated with him, and he always dangled the possibility of going steady with her, as long as she continued to give it up. Of course, she had no idea about Karen. Jane, on the other hand, was aware of the two girls, but didn’t know that they didn’t know; she assumed everything was cool, and Robert saw no reason to break that illusion. After all, the three ladies were part of wholly different social circles, so what did he have to worry about? All Robert knew was that this morning, he’d gotten a stellar blowjob from Becky, and tonight, he was going to be balls deep in Karen.

So it was that when Robert entered Karen’s place, he was rather stunned to see Becky sitting on the couch, giving him a death glare. For a brief moment, he thought that maybe he’d gone to the wrong apartment, but no, he was sure this was the right one. For one thing, Becky was sitting on the couch Robert had fucked Karen doggie-style over so many times. “Uh, hey, how’s it going?” he continued, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “I guess you’re friends with Karen, too, huh?”

“I suppose so now,” said Becky, crossing her arms.

“Um… okay,” said Robert. “I can explain.”

“Save it,” came the voice of Karen from right behind him. Robert felt himself shoved forward, almost falling on his face.

“Hey!” said Robert. “That was uncalled for!”

“Actually, I think it’s a great idea,” said the voice of Jane. Robert suddenly found himself being shoved bodily to the ground, forcing him to his hands and knees. It felt like a sudden pressure pushing down on every inch of his body. He tried to look around, but found his head forced to stare forward at the couch, where Karen and Jane joined Becky.

“What the fuck?” said Robert. There appeared to be nothing actually holding him down, and yet he felt a sensation like a tremendous weight was pinning him in place. He tried to struggle to his feet, but it was useless, like trying to shove against a solid wall. “What the hell is this?!” He glared up at the three women.

Karen, the tall redhead, gave him a look of smoldering fury. Becky, the petite blond, continued to glare at him, though he could see her eyes glistening with held back tears. Jane, the athletic brunette, just gave him a look of calm contempt. Jane had her hand held out, palm down, the fingers slightly curled as if gripping the top of a large ball. She twitched her hand down slightly, and Robert felt the pressure on his back increase. He found his head being forced down in a bow, and even though he strained so hard the veins stood out on his muscles, he could not resist the invisible force.

Tender Loving Cruelty

PART ONE

Tracy was a student at one of the few colleges to hold a mage-exclusive sorority and fraternity. Tracy, like most mages of the modern day, had only a trace of power, only being able to do a handful of little tricks, but it was enough to get her admitted and gain a scholarship to the school. Presently, it was summer vacation, and she was only one of two young women who were staying at the house over the summer. The other was Andrea, a demure, but very powerful biomancer. You couldn’t help but love Andrea, sweet and friendly as she was, but a lot of the girls were admittedly rather jealous of her. Andrea was one of the gifted ones; landing a high paying career would be a piece of cake for her. Tracy herself barely qualified as a bottom-rung shadowmancer. Other than a few minor illusion tricks, she really had nothing going for her, magic-wise. Heck, she could barely even turn invisible.

Still, no use fretting about it, especially on such a nice day. She had been off to do one of her summer classes, but when she arrived, found it had been canceled for the day. As she headed back, she thought of inviting Andrea for a quick trip to the lake at the end of town, having some fun on the small beach there.

As she came into the house, however, she thought she heard a low moan coming from the main lounge. Tracy caught the door before it could shut with the usual bang, and listened. She heard another moan again, and this time, there was no mistaking what it was. Tracy’s eyes went wide. She let the door silently slip shut and she walked a few feet over to the doorway which looked into the lounge.

Tracy gawked from where she peaked around the corner. Jake was sitting on the couch, completely naked, save for the black cloth straps that bound his arms down to his sides, and the blindfold and gag that partially masked his face. His ankles, however, were tied to a bar that forced his legs apart, granting Andrea full access to his genitals. Andrea, however, was fully dressed, and sat on the coffee table just in front of the couch. Her back was to Tracy, and she had evidentially not heard Tracy return home. Tracy wasn’t surprised, as she saw Andrea was completely engrossed in her work. With Jake blindfolded, and Andrea with her back to the door, neither noticed that Tracy had just stumbled upon them.

The young woman was taking a long, white feather, and was lightly tracing the tip of it along Jake’s penis. Tracy’s eyes widened as she saw how stiff and red the penis was; it quivered at the feather’s touch, and pre-cum was already seeping steadily from the tip. Jake let out a long moan as Andrea ran the feather with surgical precision along the length of his shaft and around the ridge and tip of the penis head, making tight little swirls at specific spots, an act that caused Jake to jump, his penis clenching hard at each point.

Andrea reached down, and brought up another feather. She brought it forward, and ran it along Jake’s throbbing organ. The second feather she focused more on Jake’s testicles and the nooks of his inner thighs, while the first she focused more specifically on his penis head. She occasionally brought the two together along his shaft for several quick swipes, before returning to either end of him. Jake squirmed like crazy, and let out another long moan, this one almost a plea. Tracy could not believe her ears as Andrea answered this moan with a smug giggle.