Author: LytherosErotica

The Harvest, Part 5 [MF] [2nd Person] [Male POV] [Stepcest] [DILF] [Voyeurism] [Corruption] [Manipulation]

Tammy’s gift could not have come at a better time. Emptying yourself in Vika had also emptied the sexual thoughts plaguing you, and with several days of singular focus you’re as prepared as you could ever be come Saturday.

Claire’s sporty red convertible pulls into your gated driveway late in the morning. Not wanting to seem overeager you wait until Ashley texts you to head outside.

“Hi, Mr. M,” Claire giggles the moment she sees you. “Looking sharp.”

You’d donned your best polo and golf shorts, even breaking out the gaudy Rolex you rarely wore outside formal functions to round out the rich older man look. Ashley launches herself into your arms for a grateful hug. You kiss both girls on the cheeks and help them unpack, insisting on taking the heaviest bags for yourself. Your display of chivalry is also the perfect excuse to flex your strength. It works wonders. Claire purrs and runs a finger up your taut bicep too overtly for Ashley not to notice.

When all of Ashley’s trunkful of belongings are inside, you give Claire a gift card to Lucien’s as a thank-you present to wrap up this affair in a neat little bow. But as you’d feared, she’s too determined to send off that easily. Read more »

A Homebound Heart [MF] [Fantasy] [Maledom] [Romance] [Slave]

On the morning of his eighteenth nameday Will Edgemont, Lord Paramount of Edgemont, freed his only elf slave. Or more accurately, tried to.

“No, Master,” Ythri said as she refilled his cup. “You can’t make me.”

Will sighed in his seat. Ythri was well-read on the matter as was her wont. He could force her to do many things but his tiny city-state was more progressive than most of the human kingdoms. Not to the point of abolition, of course; elf slaves with their skills accumulated over long lives were too valuable to the estates (and especially beds) of the Edgemont House of Lords for the movement to ever gain traction. But activists had successfully lobbied for certain rights a century ago: room and board, respite from work or punishment deemed excessive for their state of health, and one copper a week as allowance. The cruelest masters had found a loophole, “freeing” slaves to starve on the streets when too old or sickly to be worth the upkeep.

Henceforth, no owner could legally release a slave without their consent. The irony was not lost on Will in the slightest. Read more »

The Harvest, Part 4 [MFf] [2nd Person] [Mdom] [oral] [voy] [corruption] [threesome]

For once you find you’re not alone when you wake.

Ashley jumps away from your bed with a yelp. You don’t understand why until you notice you’ve startled upright like a man possessed.

“My bad, baby.” You read your alarm clock and yawn. Not an act; you haven’t gotten up this early since retiring the apron. “What’s up?”

She’s still wearing your black shirt from last night almost like a one-piece on her smaller body. You finally process what the flash of white fabric you’d caught as she stumbled backwards must be. Luckily, your sheets tented over your knees hide how hard you get.

“I need a ride to school,” she says.

Deep breath. You compose yourself to not betray arousal. “Didn’t your friend say she would pick you up?”

“Claire can be flaky like that.”

“Not very smart of you then, Ash. What if I had something very important to do in, say, thirty minutes?”

You leave her in suspense for a second before reassuring with a smile you’re not feeling. Your disappointment at her lack of responsibility is palpable. In those ten years Jessica’s also managed to undo one of the few good things you’d left all your girls with. Read more »

The Harvest, Part 4 [MFF] [2nd Person] [Male POV] [DILF] [Corruption] [Lesbian] [Threesome]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oo0p0o/the_harvest_mf_2nd_person_male_pov_stepcest/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oryvr8/the_harvest_part_2_mf_2nd_person_male_pov_stepcest/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oxfrro/the_harvest_part_3_mf_2nd_person_male_pov/)

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For once you find you’re not alone when you wake.

Ashley jumps away from your bed with a yelp. You don’t understand why until you notice you’ve startled upright like a man possessed.

“My bad, baby.” You read your alarm clock and yawn. Not an act; you haven’t gotten up this early since retiring the apron. “What’s up?”

She’s still wearing your black shirt from last night almost like a one-piece on her smaller body. You finally process what the flash of white fabric you’d caught as she stumbled backwards must be. Luckily, your sheets tented over your knees hide how hard you get.

“I need a ride to school,” she says.

Deep breath. You compose yourself to not betray arousal. “Didn’t your friend say she would pick you up?”

“Claire can be flaky like that.”

“Not very smart of you then, Ash. What if I had something very important to do in, say, thirty minutes?”

You leave her in suspense for a second before reassuring with a smile you’re not feeling. Your disappointment at her lack of responsibility is palpable. In those ten years Jessica’s also managed to undo one of the few good things you’d left all your girls with. Read more »

The Harvest, Part 3 [Mf] [2nd Person] [Mdom] [stepcest] [corruption] [manipulation] [voy] [mast]

“What do you want?”

You’re impressed at how quickly Ashley’s mood flips. One moment she’s the playful little girl you left ten years ago and the next, a jaded rich brat you wouldn’t even recognize in passing. Jessica has that effect on people; you know that firsthand.

“No, I’m not doing your stupid father-daughter date night shit,” Ashley yells. “If you want Paul out the house so bad figure out how to convince him yourself.”

She drifts toward the glass wall far enough away that you can’t make out Jessica’s exact reply. You can tell it’s loud, loud enough to be heard several feet away without speaker. With every bark of the phone Ashley gets angrier and angrier until you’re certain a full-blown mother-daughter screaming match will break out in your gym room. Worried she’ll volley her plan to move in with you as ammunition, you make your move. Cautiously, of course. Demented though she may be your ex-wife is nothing if not cunning. Announcing your renewed presence in her daughter’s life would give away the element of surprise and guarantee her interference in your plan. Read more »

The Harvest, Part 3 [MF] [2nd Person] [Male POV] [Stepcest] [DILF] [Voyeurism] [Corruption] [Manipulation]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oo0p0o/the_harvest_mf_2nd_person_male_pov_stepcest/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oryvr8/the_harvest_part_2_mf_2nd_person_male_pov_stepcest/)

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“What do you want?”

You’re impressed at how quickly Ashley’s mood flips. One moment she’s the playful little girl you left ten years ago and the next, a jaded rich brat you wouldn’t even recognize in passing. Jessica has that effect on people; you know that firsthand.

“No, I’m not doing your stupid father-daughter date night shit,” Ashley yells. “If you want Paul out the house so bad figure out how to convince him yourself.”

She drifts toward the glass wall far enough away that you can’t make out Jessica’s exact reply. You can tell it’s loud, loud enough to be heard several feet away without speaker. With every bark of the phone Ashley gets angrier and angrier until you’re certain a full-blown mother-daughter screaming match will break out in your gym room. Worried she’ll volley her plan to move in with you as ammunition, you make your move. Cautiously, of course. Demented though she may be your ex-wife is nothing if not cunning. Announcing your renewed presence in her daughter’s life would give away the element of surprise and guarantee her interference in your plan. Read more »

The Harvest, Part 2 [MF] [2nd Person] [Male POV] [Stepcest]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oo0p0o/the_harvest_mf_2nd_person_male_pov_stepcest/)
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You wake up the next morning in your master bedroom, all alone in a bed big enough for four. The very first thing you do is check your phone to see if Ashley’s answered you.

*If you’re still bumming it in your McMansion I might be down just to keep you company. What’s the living sitch like?*

You can guess she’s really worried about the occupants, not the building. Clever girl. You can only imagine what lies her mother’s told her about your love life.

*Just me myself and I. And 10,000 square feet. And a swimming pool.*

Her reply comes almost instantly. Which, given the time, means she’s texting in school. Bad Ashley.

*No lucky lady?*

*Would you consider yourself lucky?* you type out before thinking better of it. Witty, but too early and too forward. You delete in a hurry and send a simple *nope* instead. Ashley tells you she’s thinking of coming over after school to check your place out. You answer with mild approval, not wanting to let on how enthusiastic you really are about the prospect. Read more »

The Harvest [MF] [2nd Person] [Male POV] [Stepcest] [Breeding] [Dubcon]

**When it comes to daddy issues, you reap what you sow.**

Your name is Lucien Menendez: restauranteur, divorcee, one-time father of three. Today, for your fortieth birthday, you’ve arranged a little treat for yourself in the guest room of your mansion.

“Suck,” you command.

The topless brunette kneeling beneath you gives your cock another lazy lick with her tongue. Warm and wet, running up and down the throbbing vein underneath. You hiss, more impatient than appreciative. With her hair in your fist and the growl of her name- Melody- in your throat, you press your sensitive tip against her ruby lips seeking entrance. You’ve had enough; she’s not skilled enough a cocksucker to finish you with just halfhearted tongue play, nor well-endowed enough to finish you between her pert but modest breasts. No, you need to feel her hot little mouth around the whole length of you *now.* Read more »