Fantasy Erotic Flash Fiction

Some celebrations are private. Kathy’s takes place in a darkened bedroom, with a glass of wine still warm in her chest and her husband none the wiser.

Personal Trainer Part 1: Kathy’s Corporate Cage, by Mia Sumner

So this is success, Kathy Williams thought to herself. The crystal award felt cold and impersonal in her hands, the weight of it a poor substitute for the warmth she found herself increasingly craving. Cradling it in her arm, she snagged a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, but the bubbles did little to lift the leaden feeling in her chest.

Recognition of her achievements from her colleagues should feel better than this, shouldn’t it? This was what she’d spend the last ten years working towards, and now it seemed… pointless. What did she have to show for it? This tacky looking trophy and a husband who didn’t seem to notice when she stayed late at the office.

Operating on automatic, Kathy circulated amongst the crowd of co-workers, a fake smile plastered on her lips and exchanging meaningless pleasantries as her mind wandered.

A hand slipped under her arm and Kathy broke out of her reverie as Melanie Thompson pulled her away from the latest conversation, a smile on her face…

The Drow Queen wants to break Darrick in front of her entire court. His own body will help her do it.

Dark Elven Desires Part 11: The Dark Court’s Toy, by Mia Sumner

The opulence of the Queen’s court assaulted Darrick’s senses as two silent drow guards led him before her. The vast cavern arched endlessly above his head, its peak not even lit by the candles that were everywhere around the court. Ornately carved pillars marked the path towards the Queen’s throne and each step took him past elaborately dressed drow, men and women both. Noble courtiers, he assumed, eyed his progression, faces arranged in careful disinterest. The cold radiated up from the stone floor through his bare feet with every step.

The guards on either side of him proceeded forward until they, and he, were directly in front of the Queen as she lounged on her throne, pale, and beautiful as ever. The memories of how she’d teased and used him came back sharp, laced with shame and self-loathing, and the creature inside him pulsed anyway as his cock hardened.

He glared up at the elf queen, pouring his anger into defiance. Her dark lips curved with amusement as her eyes slid, coolly over his body, and down to his visible erection, evidently recalling their earlier encounter herself. She flicked one finger and the guards turned and left. Even such a small motion commanded total obedience. The whole court was focused on him now, murmuring ceased as silent anticipation pressed down on the room.

Darrick gritted his teeth pouring all his resistance into staring back at the queen. She gestured again with her hand, a gesture almost too small to notice, and he sank to his knees with a grunt as the parasite pulsed again, exerting control in a way it had not done before. The queen’s smile grew larger, her satisfaction evident. Her fingers tracing patterns in the air. Mind screaming, muscles locked, cock throbbing and swelling…

He pressed her into the dirt to hide from orcs. She felt something else pressing against her. Neither of them spoke of it. Not yet.

Part 10 What the Wolf Wants

The journey was quiet. Not silent or peaceful, more a pressure that Lizbeth felt growing with each step she took. Osric’s silent presence only added to the weight of her discomfort. He barely spoke, beyond the occasional grunt, and never looked directly at her. The stiffness of his posture an accusation that she was an unwelcome burden. Lizbeth spent much of her day staring at his back, at his silvered hair as she followed him day after day.

He moved with a confident smoothness. Head up and alert, always aware of his surroundings, his feet never making a sound. Her mind flashed back to the night before and his animalistic coupling with Illona. She was glad she was walking behind him then, that he couldn’t see the flush on her cheeks or the way she bit her lower lip. Illona knew what she’d seen, did Osric too?

Her head was full of sights and thoughts, her world reshaped since the orc invasion and her now innocent seeming dalliance with Darrick. The thought of him and what must have happened to him felt like a fresh wound in her chest. It was, oddly, easier to think of the look on Maid Thiphania’s face as she eagerly succumbed to the Orcs, or of Illona’s moans of pleasure as she was mounted. As confusing as the feelings were that those thoughts stirred in her, they didn’t hurt, in truth, she could admit they still excited her even if they shouldn’t, and at least they were a distraction…