Xavier and Rase had just arrived through the time portal, one that had been around and used for centuries.
“A school cafeteria?!” Said Rase, with an offended look on his face, how did the elders possibly let a school be built on top of our doorway?
We had come from the year 1645, the English Civil War was in full swing and blood was ripe for the feasting. We would often eat our fill and then portal back to the creature comforts we’d all grown accustomed to. This was one of the convenient ways modern vampires could satiate their blood lust and not worry about what to do with the bodies.
“Good thing school isn’t in session, we don’t have to pretend to be the health inspectors like last time” Xavier said, with irritation in his voice. It certainly was inconvenient. Most portals were deep in the woods, or somewhere sacred, protected. This one however, had been developed into a nice friendly suburb. Unfortunately it was the most convenient to use at the time.
It was late. Sometime after midnight. Xavier and Rase were dirty, and battle worn. They smelled like sweat, horse manure, black powder and cannon fuses. Their hair was slick backed and stuck to their faces. The thrill of the melee and the feasting was still fresh.
“Compared to the battle field this quiet cafeteria seems too quiet” noted Rase. His shirt torn, and ripped exposing his taught chest. He touched Xanders shoulder and leaned in, “how are you fairing after that buffet?” he asked. Xavier looked tired, but he locked eyes with Rase – “Better now…”
The two shared a look, the din of a yellow light in the hall, the buzzing of a compressor. It rattled. “These adventures with you satisfy me, but still leave me, wanting more” Said Rase, moving his hand from Xanders shoulder, down his bicep, and onto his forearm, fingertips tracing every vein along the way. Xavier wanted more too. He craved it. His power needed it.
Xavier leaned in in approval, he clutched Rase’s tight back side with both hands, feeling the warmth and give of the leather pants Rase had worn to battle. Xavier lifted him onto the cold steel table. Together, lovers, vampires, warriors they embraced. Xavier’s lips grazed Rase’s neck, on his lips he could feel the shiver it caused. Their lips collided and they shared a long deep kiss. This was the reward for a job well done.
Xavier slid his shirt off, his strong broad shoulders moved left to right as he removed each sleeve, never breaking their kiss. Rase’s hands felt Xanders strong shoulders, traced down his pecs, and felt the hard waves of his stomach, settling on the V just above the waistline; a hand on each hip.
Breaking the kiss at last, Xavier took a half step back and looked at his warrior lover. Their mouths tasted like blood and each other. He was thirsty for serum. He moved his own hands off of Rase’s strong, back, and began to unlace Rase’s leather riding pants. The front of the pants had grown significantly tighter since they had arrived.
Rase’s large beautiful member had finally been revealed. It glistened and pointed to the ceiling. It was thick enough that Xander could barely fit his grip all around it. It was long enough for two hands, but only one was needed today. Although released fro their leather prison, Rase’s jewels stayed up tight, next to his body. They looked small compared to how big the rest of him had gotten.
Xavier dropped to his knees. On the field he was the leader, after all he was the older vampire. But when they were together, Xavier submit ed almost always. With the sight before him, it was difficult not to.
He stroked slowly. Rase looked down, his strong hands gripped the edge of the table he had been sitting on, his head thrown back in pleasure.
Xavier stroked slowly, and then, starting from the base, he gently squeezed. A small clear perfect jewel formed at Rase’s opening. It grew larger as Xavier slid his grip up the length. Milking out his powerful serum.
“I want to taste you so bad” whispered Xavier. Knowing the taste of Rase’s sweet serum would strengthen his powers. Like ecstasy he would feel able to take on the world, and given their powers combined he just might be able to. Battles were fought for this stuff. It’s what all vampires truly crave, and he knew that Rase’s serum was special.
Category: Erotica
Fulfilling Her Calling
It was a night like any other, except it wasn’t. She was standing there in the bathroom touching up her lipstick and taking one last look at her lingerie in the mirror. It was a beautiful shade of red which matched her lipstick just so perfectly that when she saw it in the store the day before she knew it was meant to be.
She looked down at her phone and it blinked 7:58 PM. Her heart which had already been racing picked up the pace and her hands began to tremble. Thank god she thought that this happened now and not a few minutes ago when she was applying her makeup.
She knew that when that clock struck 8:00 PM that her life was about to change forever. She made her way down the stairs and waited by the door on her knees like they had fantasized so many times before. They had talked about this day for so long and finally it was happening, she was about to fulfill her calling. She was about to be bred. She had yearned to be a mother for as long as she could remember. Most girls dreamed about their wedding, which she did too but she also dreamed about the day she would start a family with her man.
Slut Training Chronicles: Co-worker Strip club
I recently got out of a long term relationship of 2 years and a girl from work approached me saying that she’d been waiting for me to be single. She sort of knew that I was into bdsm and overall pretty kinky and I think that’s why she was interested. We started talking and eventually started fucking.
During one of our conversations she confessed that she secretly always wanted to be a free use fuck toy and was hoping I could help train her to be the best whore she could be. We made an arrangement that I would provide a safe environment for her to explore her sexuality while pushing her towards her goals of being the dirtiest little slut.
We both agreed that we would journal or document her training progress and this is my documentation of the events that took place Aug 25-27, 2022.
Little slut has a degradation kink and these notes were written for her. We have safewords and established limits that are always respected and we’ve worked up to some of these scenes.
**WARNING: VULGAR AND DERAGATORY LANGUAGE**
**21:40 approx**. I arrived at her place and texted her,
[20sMF] Blind Date [Oral] [Rimjob]
It’s Friday night. She’s got her first date in her flat. The lights are dim, but neither of them can see anything through the blindfolds anyways. Their naked bodies look for each other, almost trying to melt into one, raising each other’s temperature, sliding off each other’s light sweat.
When she met him, it seemed like it was going to be a standard first date. A not too casual dinner followed by a few drinks at a bar. A couple of bands played some funk/rock and reggae. Small venue, didn’t take long to get crowded. You both jumped and danced around which loosened you both and made you more comfortable with physical contact.
The next bar was quieter, the cocktails were solid, the conversation was flowing. Neither lf them were really paying that much attention to the actual words though. She couldn’t take her eyes away from that gap between his teeth and lips he got when he smiled. He couldn’t stop noticing her little quirks when she talked, she would open and close her right hand, open to start a sentence, close to end it. Her nails had clearly been done recently, but the light in the bar made them look just black with some hints of blue.
Forced at the golf course, a chastity story (MM, CNC)
Forced submission at the golf course (MM)
I didn’t expect this to be erotica. Started out as a story I shared in another community. But I was told I should bring it here. If there ends up being more to this story, I’ll share updates)
So if you look at my page you’ll see that I wear a cock cage as directed by my wife. She holds my key. I was at the golf course last week and I had to pee while I was at the clubhouse so I told the guys I was playing with I would be right back. We were waiting on some others to show up so we had some time. I went downstairs and into the bathroom. An older guy were playing with who I didn’t know came in behind me. The single stall was occupied and the urinal was open so I told him to go ahead of me.
He said, you came in first, go ahead.
I told him that I was waiting for the stall and he looked at me kinda funny but went ahead.
Guy came out of the stall and I went in.
Fucking the Youth Pastor
Growing up in a small southern town meant that every Sunday I attended church and on Wednesday nights I was expected to go to youth group to keep up the good family name. I’d usually pregame beforehand, mess around, sneak off, and generally get into trouble.
Well, after I had finally gotten old enough to stop going, my father pulled some strings to get me a leadership role (gotta keep up appearances, right?)
One night after the meeting, I was packing up the Bibles to bring back to the children’s library and the youth group leader offered me a hand. His wife was home sick, so the two of us stuck around late to clean up.
I agreed and we both grabbed a big stack and walked down the dark hallway into the little room that housed all the children’s books and stupid murals of the garden of Eden.
The Rich and The Rigger
Here is something I’ve been writing this for a bit and am looking for criticism so please feel free to tell me how you feel about it :) [(The Rich and The Rigger) ](https://www.wattpad.com/1251788707?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=melonsmxt&wp_originator=B9WVOjlFtcFNP0eJVpaWkCD1jEw2eNZf%2Fof23FC0YY8FLlEcVN6RF%2FEf4Ydo6nzGhgOx9VMmTTaYCIiYE3FhTErWb%2BR5DTGXfL4XbnwcDSIA3Xf5R1DDYAdvuCIt%2F39v)
What To Expect While I’m Expecting
To my loving husband,
I’m writing you this letter because I have something very important to talk to you about and I needed to organize my thoughts. Before I get to that, though, I wanted to start by thanking you. I think back to when we first started cuckolding and all the excitement and nervousness that we felt: excitement mostly for me and nervousness pretty much all for you. Do you remember being uncomfortable with me simply kissing another man outside the bedroom? You have grown so much it’s absolutely amazing and I want you to know how proud I am of you. Every step of the way you’ve allowed me to gently push your boundaries, trusted me with the most important and intimate parts of our relationship and prioritized my needs and desires above all else. I’ve never felt more loved and in love with you, baby.
[C] Yandere Possession, x5 [Part 1] [Rape] [Yandere] [Possession]
[Features: Rape, Yandere, Possession, femboy & crossdressing]
Sometimes in life, you just have to admit that things are weird or unusual. For example, I was surrounded by hot women seemingly all the time. At least this is the thought that squirmed its way through my mind as I went about my day.
“Michael. Zoey’s doing a chat stream after 9pm this Thursday. There shouldn’t be any issues but in case there is you’re scheduled up to 11pm. Will that conflict with anything?”
“Not at all Boss.”
“Good, now let’s talk about the upcoming stream on Wednesday. It’ll require…”
The first beautiful woman in my life, or at least the one I usually interact with first on a day to day basis, is my boss, Yui. I work as tech support for streamers, well, one streamer as of right now and Yui is their manager. Beautiful, rich, Japanese, and I’ve only ever seen her not wearing a suit once. She’s tall for a woman, especially a Japanese woman, and breathtakingly beautiful. She’s also usually absolutely no nonsense at all and judging by her suit, office building, and car, Rich. Honestly, I can definitely understand why people find power or status attractive. I got to see it every day after all and my attraction hadn’t waned. Not that anything was ever going to happen, obviously.
[C] My Invisible Gel [Invisibility] [Masturbation (F)]
[Features: invisibility, female masturbation, slimy.]
Obsession. Everyone has something or at least I hope that’s true. Something that someone is really into, that if they had to pick something that thing would be what they picked every single time. Maybe it’s a hobby you know you could never put down, maybe it’s knowing you could never stop masturbating even if you tried, maybe it’s a certain food you’d rather die than not be able to eat anymore.
For me, it was invisibility. I was obsessed with invisibility. The idea of turning invisible just, was perfect. It was never about the actions afterwards. Stealing or peeping or anything like that. No, it was the very core idea of *existing* and yet not being able to be seen or noticed in any way. No, it was better than that, really. There’d be sounds, impressions left, possibly even smells or other ways to detect but the vital sense of sight, would be useless. The idea alone filled me with a lust I could only describe as a man looking at porn and beating his meat till it begged for mercy. Not that I’d know about that, being female, but I think the point still stands.