The attacking army was like none before it. They rushed forward barely clothed and heedless of risk. Their excitement visible and growing as they threw themselves into battle. The defenders did not stand a chance. You watched them fall one after another to the invaders. And each time the attacker stopped to take their reward. Hard cocks thrusting into unresisting victims. The cries of battle replaced by moans and grunts as each one is then ruthlessly and animalistically fucked. The battlefield becoming an orgy of lust. Pleading turning to begging turning to pleasure. Angry, violent fucking braking minds and bodies. You watch the enemy sweep closer, palms sweating on the hilt of your sword. They're unstoppable, irresistible, huge cocks throbbing with desire. No one can match them. Everyone you know is on their knees, cocks thrusting into their mouths, their cunts. You are next. The warrior strides towards you, her cock swaying as she moves. You can see it hardening as she gets closer. You know what she's going to do to you. Your sword slips from you and you sink to your knees. She's going to take you, rape you, breed you, and you can't even resist…
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Magic, monsters, and rules that stop applying once desire gets involved. These stories use a stranger setting as cover for temptation, power, or corruption that wouldn’t land the same way in the real world. Strange place. Familiar want.
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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…
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Dark Elven Desires Part 3: The Elf Queen’s Hunger
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Scaled Submission
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