Author: HelpingHarm

Lilith’s Tales [BDSM][violence][dub-con][non-con][occult]

Author’s Introduction: This is the first of the chapter rewrites that I planned on doing. If you’re a new reader, welcome! What I am doing is cleaning things up and writing the early chapters of Lilith’s Tales with my current skill level, as opposed to when I first started. I’ll also be combining Lilith’s Tales and Lilith’s Adventures into one book. You’ll be able to tell the difference between them by looking at the chapter title; Lilith’s Tales will be marked as Book One, and Lilith’s Adventures will be marked as Book Two. That will also be how you can tell if I’ve reworked an older chapter or not.

Be warned: Lilith’s Tales contains a ton of BDSM, non-con and dub-con, slave/master play and demonic references. You’ve been warned.

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Welcome to Telestria. Long ago, this was once a vibrant world filled with magic and populated by a myriad of peoples that lived in harmony with one another. It was a wondrous place of mechanized airships and powerful casters, looked after by a small pantheon of gods in Heaven that stood as a bulwark against the powers of Hell. It wasn’t an utopia, but it was a good place to live. Read more »

WH40K – Klitflik Da Orkette

It’s the 41st millennium.

There’s bullshit. Lots. Nobody’s got no damn common sense.

Everywhere there’s some fuck-shit getting started.

Racist humans in power armor want to kill everybody for a dude too high on his lean and in his golden chair to give a damn.

Jeremy Kyle Show guests, grown from mold, are doing World★Star in space.

There’s samurai elf hoes in space. With Predator clothes.

There’s robot zombie black people running around shooting shit with limeade. Grove Street 4 Life.

There’s racist Asian stereotypes from Blue Man Group playing Gundam Wing.

There’s albino elves LARPing as Hellraiser and doing BDSM stuff. In space.

And there’s devil worshipers acting like they got no damn sense. They think they’re affected by demons, but in reality, they’re just on drugs. Khorne? More like bath salts and old coffee. Nurgle? Slaanesh? That’s just ebola and Extacy. Tzeentch? That’s just Snoop Dogg.

And finally, there’s WWI Germans…er, I mean Nazis…er, Imperial Guard running around flashing flashlights in people’s faces.

Whatever everybody’s smoking, it must be some hardcore shit.

Welcome to World Star in space. Warhammer 40,000.

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Up. Up. Up. Read more »

Yes, Master. [M/m, Feminization, Intr, Mdom]

Theodore Scott sat at the long, redwood table in the glorious plantation house. His long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail with a large blue bow. He courtly sipped the cold fruit juice as the mixed slave girl poured another glass.

“It’s rather pleasant today, is it not, Jessabelle?” he swallowed his bite of steak, finally enjoying some calm, cool weather. It usually was miserably hot and humid.

“Yassuh, massuh Scott.” she smiled with a grin of false joy. She ran her white fingers through her blonde curls to keep them from dangling in front of her blue eyes and freckled round nose.

“You a good friend…”
He was all by himself here. He was sent off by his father to run a plantation until his father could come by and run it from there. But his father would not be arriving by boat for weeks. Months maybe. His only company was Jessabelle, and the occasional slave beater. But he hated them…they were disgusting, ignorant, violent white people from the uncivilized areas of the colonies. And their English was atrocious: yassuh, yassum, ain’t, naw, shucks, gimme, dat, da, den, niggah, krackuh, lawd, chuuch, sweet lawd hah muzzay. Atrocious! Could they not elucidate the queen’s English?! And then, to make things worse? They pass this bastardized ignorant way of speaking to the slaves…and the slaves think THIS is proper English?! Shameful.
Theodore brushed it out of his mind and looked up at Jessabelle. Read more »

A Midwinter Day’s Dream [tgF/M, Consensual, Romance]

Johanna sits next to me, her thighs sat folded. But her upper body crushes into mine. She breaks the kiss, the taste of her throughout my entire mouth and nose. I lick my lips, accidentally swallowing a drip of her saliva from her drooling kiss. Her eyes stare deep, as if trying to see inside my soul. Our foreheads touch, and her fingers run through my afro, as if she’s barely keeping it together. She then pulls back, stopping. Embarrassed. I recompose myself too.

“Sorry…I didn-”

“Heh, it’s okay… I liked it.”

“………………………..Can I show you my house?”

“Sure….. Wait… this is YOUR house?”

“Uh huh!”

She jumps up, patting down her dress, and clenching my hand like last time. I try my best not to swagger and lumber, as my world spins like a dreidel. I jog behind her, as she yanks me towards the big house. The sky is dark blue now, the setting sun and the moon the only light. Francine and Lamarr don’t even seem to notice us.
We hit the back door, and I find myself yanked inside. The house is huge. Massive. Magnificent. I find myself gasping as I look around. She tries to act as if she’s showing me around, but she looks shy and nervous. Read more »

The Faery & The Tikoloshe [M/F, FanCreatures]

The northern waters are cool and windy.

A refreshing ocean wind blows the waves, under the cloudy and grey evening sky.

A large and sturdy trading boat, looking like a odd mix of Arab with a touch of Roman, and African imagery on it, comes to rest in a port. Simple yet sturdy wooden planks form it, as light skinned men smile and approach, meeting men in turbans and their chins covered by masks of cloth. Only their eyes and the almost jet black skin of their faces and noses peeking out. They shake hands, each speaking something the other would understand. Trade is the source of the long visit. Money is to be made in mass amounts by entrepreneurs and business savvy fellows good with coin and predicting human wants.

The burning copper and iron lanterns of the Moors, Tauregs they call their group, look gorgeously designed. The smiling dock owner shows off his silver tooth and good loop earrings, a symbol of his clan’s wealth. They shake hands and make friendly, no hostilities existent. Read more »

Tomb of Cullen [Blade, twilight, MF, MM, Femdom-cuck, CD]

The stars shone in the sky like glowing balls, and the moon’s light shone down to the ground, like a celestial spotlight. The cool summer winds blew sweetly, massaging one’s body with comfort and joy.

In the pine forest, Bella held tightly onto Edward’s hand.

“I love these walks with you…” Bella looks down and turns, trying to imitate the beautiful models she’s watched on TV.

“Really?” Edward said, turning his face down, but looking up at her through his eyelashes. Bella’s cheeks blaze bright red. She can’t stop the smile that spreads across her face.

“Yeah.”

She knew he noticed her sure-to-look-pitiful attempts at flirting with him. She felt tense, hoping he wasn’t disappointed. Edward smiles and leans in, kissing her cheek. He looks deep into her eyes and they stand there, staring at one another for what seems like forever. He lays her hands on his shoulders, feeling how strong they are. Bella looks down hoping to hide her blushing from feeling his strong arms wrapped around her waist.

“I like it when you hold me like this.” Read more »

The Pharaoh’s Touch [MF, Supernatural]

Dr. Sara Von Vandal is an archaeologist specializing in ancient history: primarily Egypt. She had already been on 3 different digs, and published more papers than she could remember. One of her primary papers was the ability to compare the face of the Hor-Em-Akht, or “the sphynx,” to the faces of the people in Eritrea and Somalia. The matches were identical, as well as the pictures on the hieroglyphs, but the tidal wave of popular ignorance due to video games and movies was too much for even the most stalwart scientist to hold back.

Her fiance, Dr. Jamar Bin Ibrahim, a theologist and scripture scholar, still refused to give up in the face of the tidal wave of fanatic ignorance and racism facing his studies in ancient Bible history. But even though he is a year younger than her, his hair and beard have turned white from the stress. Sara has long given up trying to sway the public to leave behind popular false ideas, or movie imagery. She knows some do know better, obviously, but they WANT what they know isn’t true, and will scream it anyway. Sara complains using one of her favorite analogies: if they found a ancient city of animals, and the pictures the animals made of themselves show ducks, and the statues are of ducks, and the mummies show mummified ducks, and the caskets look like ducks, then there’s no rational sane way that all this imagery of a duck = horse. It’s either insanity, blatant and shameless denialism, or trolling. And it’s not trolling. So, it’s the equivalent of a child screaming that the house they are looking at and know is a house, must MUST be a rocket ship. Read more »

Love is a Battlefield – Ch.2 [MM, Fantasy creatures]

The elf prince shifted in his throne of living wood and vines. He was discontent. And has been every day since he met the troll in the forest of combat.

He originally intended to rush into that dance of death with confidence, beauty and precision. And exit with the troll’s heart in his hand. Except, the troll left with the prince’s heart.

Utter and completely.

And his virginity, too. He leapt into battle a sword veteran, and exited a heart-lost non-virgin.

That damn troll was on his mind every day, all day. The elf prince was vain, and thought highly of himself. But his heart longed for the champion’s touch again. Just to look into his eyes, and feel his powerful arms wrapped around his body again. To press his hands against that hard, powerful chest and feel safely wrapped up and pulled into those tree-trunk arms.

Every night since, he’s been sexually insatiable, thinking of their love in the grass while stroking his throttling member until spent and wet. Until his white sap gooed all over the leaves of his bed. The prince’s golden eyes glowered down to look in his own lap, and ignore the social gathering of elf and fairy kind going on in the palace. Read more »