Showing posts with label Dellissa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dellissa. Show all posts

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Super Tease and Denial

This was my first erotic story posted online, under the SilkenBunny name, back in 2000 on the NTCWeb, then reposted in 2003 on the Orgasm Denial forums. It definitely isn’t as refined as my current stuff, but I feel it best to just post it as is.

The characters in this story are based on many of my early fantasy characters and sex powers concepts. The thorough reader of my stories and articles can probably see where some of these have been adapted into later works, not only in Sex Mage concepts, but in Civero and Jahi’s Invasion stories.

I have also decided to basically retcon this into being a Dellissa story, so "Pixie" is basically Dellissa. A similar, and certainly better written, version of this tale is also on this site as "The Pixie's Reward".

Sunday, June 26, 2016

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.

Friday, August 29, 2014

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!”