Ensuring a Legacy [FMf] [oral] [inc-lite] [fantasy] [Drow]

Ilivarlanna T’arran, matriarch of the Sixth House of Umbra, bit her lower lip and tried to suppress her moans as she ground three fingers into her wet, aching pussy. One side of her face was pressed against a sturdy wooden door, and on the other side of it she could hear the unmistakable sounds of skin slapping against skin, and the mewling, orgasmic cries of one of her daughters getting fucked hard and deep. The man with her, a lesser prince of one of the twilight realms, had seemed quite enthused at the idea of siring a child with one of the T’arran daughters, and Ilivarlanna was delighted to hear the way he now took that duty seriously. From the sound of it, he was either holding her daughter in a mating press, or enjoying her dusky cunt from behind. Either would do. So long as he delivered what he had promised, he could have her in whatever position he wanted. He merely had to stay on task, and on target.

The War Goddess [MF][oral][Fdom][PIV][Fantasy]

*In the beginning, the world was brought forth like an egg cracking open, and from within the shell spilled forth the soil and the seas, the wind and the clouds and the sky as blue as ever you saw it. Life sprouted among the tumultuous churning of the world, and split into all things as we know them; fish and birds and beasts and bees, and plants too numerous to count. And man, of course, born of woman and of himself, perpetuating to even the farthest corners of the continents. Spreading like mold on old bread, mankind spilled forth and laid claim to everything that the sun touched, from the meekest creeks to the mightiest rivers. They built and they produced, and they dreamed, schemed and multiplied like vermin. Because they, of all the living things, were favored by the Gods.*

The Maiden Voyage of the UNS Inuus [MFFFFF][Group][Harem][Sci-fi][Oral][PIV]

It was built as a generation ship, a fat, bloated thing that hung in the void like a particularly cumbersome manatee. One of the four last, great hopes of humanity, the UNS Inuus had been adrift on the solar winds for several years, its grav thrusters working overtime to bring the massive bulk into the decimal-point of light speed that it would need to reach Gliese 667 Cc, one of the few exoplanets close enough and viable enough to sustain human life before it perished among the stars. Now, with its thrusters cold and inert, the Inuus slid soundlessly towards its destination, unperturbed by the fact that neither man nor machine held the helm. It was, for all intents and purposes, a blind, idiot hunk of metal hurtling at unsafe speeds towards a planet that might or might not still be there, and which might or might not be capable of sustaining a fledgling population of Homo Sapiens. So, all in all, there was reason to hope.

L’amour, la Miséricorde [MFF][Oral][69][Toys][Swing]

You weren’t sure what to think at first, your wife of eight years, dutiful and modest, suggesting a threesome. Had it not been because it was my birthday, and because the look in my eyes was torn between fear and excitement, you would have probably believed I was joking, but like any red-blooded man with life still coursing between your legs, you agreed. You even agreed to the terms I set, for which I was grateful. I had honestly been afraid that you’d turn down the idea just on the back of those – touch her, but don’t fuck her. Share me, but don’t kiss her. It was a simple enough ruleset, but I knew that once things got underway, you might be moved by your cock to try and sneak past them, especially the first one. So it was with some trepidation that I greeted her to our house, tall and lean and blonde as a wheat field in June. Said her name was Mercy. I knew it wasn’t, of course, but when you connect with someone from a dating site online and invite her to fuck you alongside your husband, you accept a certain need for discretion. Well, I told her my name. Kind of hard not to, with it boldly printed on the door.

[MFFFFF][Group][Harem][Sci-fi][Oral][PIV] The Maiden Voyage of the UNS Inuus

It was built as a generation ship, a fat, bloated thing that hung in the void like a particularly cumbersome manatee. One of the four last, great hopes of humanity, the UNS Inuus had been adrift on the solar winds for several years, its grav thrusters working overtime to bring the massive bulk into the decimal-point of light speed that it would need to reach Gliese 667 Cc, one of the few exoplanets close enough and viable enough to sustain human life before it perished among the stars. Now, with its thrusters cold and inert, the Inuus slid soundlessly towards its destination, unperturbed by the fact that neither man nor machine held the helm. It was, for all intents and purposes, a blind, idiot hunk of metal hurtling at unsafe speeds towards a planet that might or might not still be there, and which might or might not be capable of sustaining a fledgling population of Homo Sapiens. So, all in all, there was reason to hope.