Super short story about Oliver and his wife (Mr. Ashwood)Read More...
‘Huhuhuhuhu. I’ll take you in ways no woman would’ve taken you, and no one ever will. I can sniff out your virgin scent, little boy.’
An even more fiery blush rising to your face, you close your eyes as she spins you around and tugs off her sopping panties.
Her fluids have leaked out so copiously that they’ve stained the seat and front of her panties, and are still sticking to them. She peels them off slowly, wet strands of arousal leaving her pussy as if they’re afraid to be removed. Even as she drops them on the ground and squats over your painfully hard erection, her fluffy paws caressing the sides, sticky strands still connect her quim to them.Read More...
Satisfied the others were gone, Yuki turned to me.
“Hanta- you seem to have a unique talent for angering my sister.”
Whatever I had to say, Yuki wasn’t quite ready to listen.
“You know what serpents do with sneaky little rats, don’t you?” she scowls.
Her miko’s top managed to slip a little further open.
“Well….at this point I’m hoping that it’s something that involves hand-holding and possibly other outward displays of affection.” I say.
She scowls a little.
“We wrap our bodies around those sneaky little rats nice and tight so that they have nowhere to go.” she says, coiling her lower body around me before gently running her fingers through my hair.
“Then…we cut off the air.” her hands were on the back of my head, gently guiding towards her ample bosom.
“For the record, turns out ‘bedding other youkai’ is a sport I wasn’t particularly good at.” I pout meekly with my face mere inches of the beautiful serpent girl’s bust.
“That’s it. Your are going to get such a smothering, my little sneaky rat!”Read More...
(Many thanks to the lovely Coyo for helping me with this) A short story about a man talking about how much he misses his wife. It’s kind of a re-imagining of that one scene from “Sleepless in Seattle”, enjoy!Read More...
Scarlet everywhere- scarlet tapestry with hieroglyphics hanging from the wall, blood red curtains blotting out the view from outside, red covers draped across the sofa and love seat and a scarlet tablecloth where he and Mai normally ate dinner each night.
The interior of the little bungalow was lit up in the dim, flickering light of dozens of little burgundy heart shaped candles spread out on the coffee table, counter and dining room table.
Marco blinked in surprise, uncertain at first over whether or not he was even at the right home. The key worked like it always did, so he reasoned that despite the late hour and his alcohol consumption, he had the right place
However, his confusion grew as he stepped across the threshold into a home he barely recognized as his own. Did Mai arrange for this? How could she when she’s out of town? he pondered. It looked almost like a vampire had redecorated the interior while he was out.
Only when he was inside did he realize that he was not alone.
“Welcome home, my dear Marco. I’ve been expecting you.” a husky-yet-feminine voice beckoned him.
Shocked, Marco turned to his attention to see someone casually draped over the love seat. It was a lamia, but it was definitely not a Shirohebi.
“Who are you?” a startled Marco called out. In the flickering candlelight, he could see that the unannounced woman had dark scales and almost violet-hued flesh on her upper body. Dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and partially concealed her sizeable breasts. She wasn’t wearing a top- at least not in the traditional sense. Through the intruder’s hair, Marco could see that he breasts were covered by what looked like two metallic fleur-de-lis attached as sort of industrial-duty pasties. Much of her lower body was obscured from Marco’s view, but he could see that she wore a thin, sheer skirt adorned with red jewels where her serpentine lower half began. Behind her neck was some sort of hood also decorated with ornamental crimson stones and yellow slatted pupils surrounded by black sclera locked him in a predatory gaze.
Marco was now face to face with an apophis.Read More...
A short story about a shirohebi and a male prostitute (props to Sukiru Ikeda for the idea.)Read More...
A Shirohebi recalls a tale from her past as a traveling healer. A story of when she was a newly wed trying to find a good place for a honeymoon… only to be stopped by a distressed Cheshire Cat.Read More...
A city guard enjoys a day off, and spends some time at a local shrine.Read More...
This is a continuation of a story by Breakaway Republic, my buddy, called Unfaithful. Out of all of my perversions and fetishes, cheating and NTR are the ones I abhor and draw the line at. So when he came out with his story, I just had to make a better ending; my heart needed soothing. So, here’s a story of a Shirohebi, doing what all people do when faced with heartbreak: drink.Read More...
“I leave for not even one afternoon and I come back to find that my temple is being used for unsanctioned orgies!” Lady Hisui snarls angrily at the three of us. Yukihebi, Korigashi and myself are kneeling before the irate dragon in a small room that more or less served as her temple’s administrative offices.
Part of me was wondering if there was such a thing as sanctioned orgies at this temple, but given the Ryu’s current temperament, this certainly wasn’t the time to ask.
“As for you…” she glared at Korigashi. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t call the town guard right now and have you thrown into jail.”
Korigashi could only look away sullenly.
“Lady Hisui…..I take full responsibility for what happened. Both Miss Yukihebi and Koragashi were under the influence of the liliraune nectar. Neither one would be in that position if I had followed through on my outstanding obligations with the Danuki. Whatever punishment you might have in mind for Yuki, I implore you to be lenient with her…”
The Ryu glowered at me and then Koragashi. It was enough to freeze my blood.
“You- I never want to see you set foot in this temple again.” she almost roaredRead More...