Author: Easychair559

Egyptian Nights: The Heretic [M/F] [Bondage]

“Your Holiness, we will go in with you, if you bid us,” one of his servants said with whispered words.

The golden sand was illuminated by their quivering oil lamps, casting warped shadows into the moonless night. He only needed their escort here. The power he would obtain inside would render such mortal needs irrelevant. His most loyal waited around a nearby dune to slaughter them all. Nobody must know he was here.

The great cities where far away, still the Great Tombs of Egypt could be seen. They where built to glorify the countless dead demigods inside. Completely unlike the one he was about to enter. This one was completely buried beneath the sands. There was only one being inside and it was very much alive.

The priest looked over the moonlit entrance to the prison tomb. It was a gaping stone hole in the sand but a little light revealed a bottom not too far down. There where no other entrances or stairs down. This tomb was never meant for access by worshipers like the Great Tombs. What was entombed here was to be forgotten. Read more »

Egyptian Nights: A Ritual With Naktmun

“Take care my sons,” said the demigod priestess Naktmun of the Riverbed.

“Oh, please take care not to come. We must remain sanctified for my wedding tomorrow. We are almost finished.”

Amshun and his fellow manservant Zotet prepared her for her soon to be mate. She was the descendent of the fertility goddess and must be prepared for her marriage with weeks of painstaking rituals. But this was the final week before the day of Mer Ek Aaru. The only thing to do now was to massage the magic within her, whoever responded to that was her destined mate, ordained by the gods. Every year two from the race of Exalted Ones where married. Amshun had never been worthy to see this when he was a lowly stone cutter only days before, now he worshiped a demigoddess with his very own body. Unfortunately the mortals where not allowed to cum at this stage, only she and her mate would be allowed that honor this week. Read more »

One Late Egyptian Night (M/F)

“Who disturbs? Enter,” came the priestess voice from within the fire lit temple chamber.

Amshun touched the bronze frog at his neck and reverently opened the heavy door.

Peering through the incense and smoke heavy air he saw the woman he came to see. Skin dark like the starlit sky, heavy in breast and belly was the demigod Naktmun of the Riverbed. Amshun had never seen a more fertile body, though it was befitting a descendent of the gods.

She dismissed him with a golden ringed wave, ”No, I have seen the farmers today. You must come all at once or not at all.”

His heart dropped in his chest. He dropped to his knees before the white robed figure.

“Please hear me, Naktmun of the Riverbed! I am a stone cutter not a farmer. I seek to plant a seed not of earth but flesh! I am cursed. Plead with your kin ,the gods, for me!”

“Oh? A seed of flesh. If you seek to plant it within myself then no amount of appeasement to my kin will let your mortal seed conquer my womb. But you look faithful. I will not deny you the attempt. Lift your eyes again and let me look upon you.” Read more »

Futa Cum Industries (prequel) [M, Futa] [Femdom]

(3 years before we meet Jag at Phoenix.)

“First dollar,” asked the well dressed young man sitting across the fashionable and darkly stained desk from Jag. His name was Qwan and he had gestured to a spot behind Jag. Jag didn’t need the years of experience to discern the intern across from him —who was interviewing for a full time position— was likely drenching his own arm pits.

Jag swiveled his comfy throne-like chair to gaze at the framed display on the glass shelf behind him. He didn’t turn around to speak to Qwan, giving the intern a long unobserved moment to collect himself and slow his heart rate.

“Yes it is, I know right? Dirty worthless paper money and all. This dollar meant a new life for me though, meant I could earn a living instead of taking one. Could finally be a fucking human being. That’s why you’re here, right Mister Gaspard?

He figured he’d given him enough time and swiveled back, “Too earn a living?” Read more »

Futa Cum Industries [Long] [Orgasm Denial] [Hand Job] [Milking Table]

I built a world that revolves around the sudden mysterious appearance of futanari among the human race but with somewhat realistic problems and people. It’s mainly about a guy who tries to fix some of those problems but make a little money on the side while doing it. 3k words.

“Just like that guys- mff- you keep pulling on me like that and I’m gunna fill the quota for the month -fugh- and maybe next month,” groaned Victoria, the fontess for Phoenix.

Not too long ago such a job was not common and people would wonder what kind of job was a ‘fontess’. The answer is someone who is genetically gifted to produce large volumes of she-seed by the fucking liter. Futa cum actually became quite valuable due to the vast number of commercial and domestic uses that totally exist, once refined out of its raw state that is. The women with the equipment to produce even more valuable, earning them quite a payout at certain companies like Phoenix. And by the slight thrusting of her hips against the ‘nut hole’ on the padded massage table it looked like someone was about to produce very soon. People like Jag made a great deal of money from these moments. Read more »