A Date with Destiny by Acelegin

Disclaimer: This story contains Male on Female sex. It is also of a humorous nature.




The year is 12... something... sometime in the 1200s, I don't know. Our protagonist? The Ace Of Chaos. Of course, this is near the beginning of his story, so he doesn't go by that title yet, but we're calling him that anyway, because fuck you.

So, he woke up on the shore of a river. He got up and rubbed his eyes, trying to recall what had just happened.

He had been shown his death by the Vision. He was saving people from a horse-drawn carriage which went out of control. Then this crazy guy wearing an operator symbol hopped on board with knives and attacked him. The Ace Of Chaos drew his gun and shot the man, but a group of other men standing off to the side shot him with several arrows, and he bled to death. But that was just a vision. Things ended up playing out differently.

Now, you're probably thinking “But Acelegin, this is the 13th century! Guns don't exist yet!”

Well, shut up! I'm telling this story! If I say the Ace Of Chaos had a gun, he had a God damned gun!

Now, the fuck was I? Oh, right, the carriage thing.

So, when the event actually rolled around, and he drew his gun on the man with the knives, he ended up missing and shot the horse, causing the carriage to topple off the cliff. The arrows missed because of this, and the guy with the knives accidentally stabbed himself. The Ace Of Chaos managed to save himself with a grappling hook. Yes, he had a grappling hook. Shut up.

So, afterwards, he lowered himself into the water and let the tide carry him. He dozed off a some point while drifting, and washed up on the riverbank. So there he was.

He sat there for a while, before the Vision showed up. She was stunning, with impossibly beautiful features. Her hair was long, straight, and bright orange. Her fingers ended in long talons, made of a red, chitin-like substance, and a pair of wings sprouted from her back, made from the same substance as her claws. She wore a long, blue dress, which was opened up in the back to allow her wings to move. She stared down at the Ace Of Chaos with her giant pupils.

“Oh, hey there, Dollface,” he said.
“You are quite stubborn, “she said.
“Actual, I survived on accident this time,” he said.
“None-the-less, you have defied death ten times now,” she said.
“Thirteen,” he corrected her.
“You've somehow managed to impress me, human,” she said.
“So, you gonna show me my next death now?” he asked.
“No,” she said. “Not this time. This time, I come to you with an offer.”
“What kind of offer?” he asked.
“I have few devoted servants now-a-days,” she said. “I have several cults, but they are all distant. There a few who are worthy of being my Scions. My offer is to make you one of my Scions.”
“A Scion, huh?” he said, getting to his feet and stroking his chin. “You mean you wanna break off a bit of your consciousness and seal it within me?”
“Should you accept,” she said.

He paced around for a moment, considering her offer. He made his decision, and approached her. Up close, she seemed even more beautiful, almost intimidatingly so, but he approached her anyway. He stood, a foot away, and locked eyes with her. He smiled, and closed his eyes.

“Pass,” he said.
“Excuse me?” she asked.
“I pass,” he replied. “It's a tempting offer, but being your servant isn't what I want.”
“Then what is it you want?” she asked.

He grabbed her by the wrists and drew her in, planting his lips on hers. Wide eyes widened in shock for a moment, but she closed them as she became lost in his embrace. After a minute, she forced herself to break away from him.

“I don't understand,” she said.
“So there's actually something in this world that the eldritch woman with knowledge surpassing human intelligence doesn't understand?” he asked.
“Why?” she asked. “I've tormented you for years. I've forced you to bare witness to your own demise over and over again. Why would you kiss me?”

He pulled her back in and wrapped his arms around her.

“Do I need a reason to fall in love?” he whispered in her ear.
“I'm a Fear,” she said. “A monster who exists to create chaos among the living.”

He pulled back and looked her in the eyes, smiling.

“Do I look like I give a damn?” he asked.
“Falling in love with a creature like me is a dangerous thing to do,” she said.
“I like danger,” he said. “Or did you miss the part where I jumped onto an out of control carriage to save a bunch of people I didn't know?”
“I am a fiend,” she said. “I am darkness, an incarnation of fear itself.”
“Darkness?” he asked, chuckling. “Your light glows brighter that the sun itself. No angel could ever surpass your beauty.”
“Do you believe that to be true?” she asked, blushing.
“I know it to be true,” he said.

He leaned in and kissed her again. He hugged her passionately, and she couldn't help but hug him back. Her heart was racing. Did she have a heart to begin with? She couldn't tell. She had become lost in the moment. She was filled with all sorts of feelings. Feelings she had never experienced before. Just moments ago, she wanted him as a servant, for him to give her his undying devotion. But now, she wanted more from him. She dug her claws into his shirt and tore through it. The shredded clothing fell to the ground. She pulled away from him, gazing upon his body. His chest and torso had several scars, from his many near death experiences, and he had built up quite a bit of muscle from his years of running. She embraced him, and pushed her lips into his.

“I want you,” she said to him. “I want all of you. I don't know why, but I want you.”
“I want you too,” he said.

He reached behind her, and unbuttoned the back of her dress, allowing it to fall to the ground. She lay down on her back, and he lay on top of her. They kissed, and her brought his hand up to her chest. He reached under her bra, fondling her breast. She reached down, sliding his pants off.

“Give it to me!” she said.

He slid her underwear off, and inserted his penis into her. She gasped as it went in. It was painful and wonderful simultaneously.

“Keep going!” she demanded.
“Okay,” he said.

He continued, thrusting in and out. They were both consumed by ecstasy. She scraped her claws across his back. He winced, but continued., The pain felt good to him. She held him tightly, and folded her wings around him, pressing him as close to her as she could. After several minutes of hot, passionate love-making, they both climaxed in perfect unison, in a moment of intense, orgasmic pleasure. They laid there a while, panting. He leaned down and gave her another long, sweet kiss.

“I love you,” he whispered.
“I've never felt like this before,” she said. “That was amazing.”
“I know,” he said. He then thought for a moment and said “It's a shame that horse had to die, though. I feel bad for accidentally shooting it.”
“The horse survived,” she informed him. “Also, one of its descendants is destined to become a badass demon horse named Windmill.”
“That sounds awesome,” he said.

And then they became a couple, and lived happily ever after, until the Game Master killed the Vision, causing the Ace Of Chaos to go on a vengeful rampage.

Well, I think we all learned a valuable lesson from this. And that lesson is that writing erotica is hard, and watching a lot of porno doesn't necessarily make you any good at writing it.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go do some “research” for my next story.

The Cure for Writer's Block by Pandora Paradox

Disclaimer:  Male on Female, Anal, Cumshot, Shower Scene

Poet awoke to the sound of Memphis’ voice.

“Wake up”

While Poet allowed Memphis to barge in without knocking, but she never thought he would wake her up like this. It is that fact that made Poet believe it was urgent.

“What is it Memphis?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to wake you up. I made you pancakes!”

Poet was conflicted if freshly baked pancakes would get him off the hook for waking her. She decided to forgive him, signalling that fact by playfully chuckling at him.

They sat down at the table, satisfying their hunger by eating Memphis’ newly made pancakes. After brunch Memphis decided to be a gentleman and clean up the dishes and such, allowing Poet to go to her laptop to write something.

Her writing hadn’t been going well. It wasn’t so much that she had writer’s block. It was simply the fact that the next few chapters in her stories would be rather pornographic. Poet considered herself not to be any good at writing that kind of stuff. It wasn’t a lack of imagination, she just thought that aside from “they had the sex” there was nothing much to tell. She lacked the kind of mind-boggling experience that would allow her to describe such an act, in animalistic detail.

Regardless, she just sat down as if she had no blockage and tried to continue.

Nothing.

That was exactly what came to her mind. The image was clear, she had imagined the characters having sex rather vividly in the chapters leading up to now, trying to prepare for this moment. It wasn’t the problem either, it was the wording. Trying to transcribe the scenes in her head to her word file.

“What are you writing?” Memphis asked after he finished, hunching over Poet’s shoulder.

“Well...just this chapter. I’m not going anywhere with it!”

“Blockage?”

“No,...yes...I mean!”

“Hmm?”

“I’m having trouble wi-”

Poet sort of stopped herself in mid sentence and blushed, her cheeks growing more and more red by the nanosecond.

Although Poet & Memphis had been friends since forever, there were certain things that was almost a taboo subject for them. One of those subjects was sex. It wasn’t that they weren’t open about it, but it was just that they both knew on one level or another that it would cause their sexual chemistry that was always present to push them into something that they may later regret.

“With what?”

“Ehm...a certain aspect of the next few chapters”

“Anything I can help with?”

Poet wanted to answer, but she knew of nothing to say. She lacked words and just sat there with her mouth open and froze up.

Eventually Memphis just shrugged and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

From the reflection in the hallway mirror Poet saw Memphis unclothe as he prepared to step into the shower. He had left the bathroom door open, thinking that Poet would just sit there, his mind completely escaping that the mirror created a viewpoint into the bathroom for her.

The shower was even positioned in such a way that she even saw him in it.

Just a quick look at Memphis’ manhood made Poet tremble. She could feel herself sweat a bit and her face was now a scientifically unrecorded shade of red. She wanted him, she couldn’t deny that fact.

It was kind of hard for the last few years, but at some point Poet truly believed that her feelings for him were just platonic and/or that she’d get over this crush eventually. She constantly just pushed it down, trying to hide it.

It was at that moment sitting in the living room looking upon Memphis’ naked body that all of those thoughts and feeling erupted into a steaming pile of lust.

She stood up and walked over to the bathroom, undressing on the way.She threw every piece of clothing on the floor, making a trail of clothes from her laptop to the bathroom.

Poet walked inside the bathroom, where Memphis was scrubbing his chest. He had his eyes closed at the moment she entered, so he wasn’t alarmed until she opened the shower door and stepped inside.

“Poet!”

“Shhh...Memphis, just...” Poet said and kissed him.

Without thinking Memphis started to kiss her as well, their tongues intertwining like vines. She could feel his tongue stroke against her own as she rubbed his muscle bound chest.

His member became erect, thrusting against Poet’s legs almost in an instance.

The water from the shower ran down their naked bodies, making this incident even more erotic in Poet’s minds as it made them lubricious allowing for a more smooth flow of their body parts.

It didn’t take Memphis long to figure out that she wanted this to happen just as badly as he did. Memphis moved his finger down to her sex and started to rub it.

Poet moaned, pleasure hitting her fast which became stronger as Memphis pushed two of his fingers inside of her.

“M-Memphis!” she moaned, trying hard to be patient

Poet reached out for his love stick,  gently stroking it.With her gentle touch, it throbbed. The two of them looked at each other as they were fondling each other in this matter. Neither of them could wait for what they really longed for.

“Memphis” Poet said, her hands resting on his wet shoulders.

Poet turned around, pointing her behind towards his tenderness.

Memphis understood instantly and went for it. He put his phallus at her entrance, holding of only for a few seconds to get some sort of confirmation that Poet was ready.

After Poet threw  Memphis a quick nod he pushed all of it inside her. Poet moaned, almost cried out of a huge mixture of pleasure and pain that in an instant fell upon her.

Memphis held Poet by her breasts, moving them around as he thrust himself into her over and over again, His member felt like it was melting away from the pure comfort it was put it.

“M-M-Memphis” Poet stuttered as she went forwards and backwars on him, trying to hide her over enjoyment of this due to some sudden shyness caused by the realization that they were indeed having sex.

That sudden shyness was buried away under waves after waves of pleasure a she could feel every inch of Memphis’ cock. She almost felt like it fit her perfectly, like some kind of human puzzle piece.

Her mind went blank, she stopped thinking and just continued to enjoy it. After a while she orgasmed, the pleasure not only hitting her like a brick, but also flowing all around her. It was just pure exhaustion and bliss for a few seconds.

After a while Memphis took it out, which prompted her to sit down on her knees and open her mouth. This caused of course the shower water to flow into her mouth, but it was only a mild nuisance.

Memphis began to frantically stroke it, causing it to throb more and more. He let out a moan ever so often during this part as the general feeling of ecstasy went through him. Soon the love juice flew through his member and spew outwards, causing it to land in Poet’s mouth.

It didn’t take her long to swallow the semen along with the collected shower water.

They both sighed out of exhaustion after this whole ordeal.

Memphis turned off the shower head and they both went out, drying themselves off with some towels that laid about.

“This was something” Memphis said after a while.

“Yeah, I just...You know, but just-”

Memphis smiled and planted a kiss on her ever so beautiful lips.

“I know” He said after parting from her face.
 

A Day of Relaxation

Disclaimer: This story contains Anthropomorphs, Lesbian sex and Oral sex.






Selma Zou, garbed in nothing but a white and blue vertical striped bikini, lay on a beach chair watching the oceans around her island. The tides crashed against the beach with a relaxing sound but still Selma couldn't relax. The attacks by Sylph had kept her on edge for the past while and, though Dr. Salm had promised that he now had Sylph under control, Selma now found it difficult to unwind. She had come to the beach in the hopes that it's serenity would help relieve her stress but, instead she merely felt vulnerable out there alone.

Just as she was preparing to give up and head back; she felt a hand gently grip her shoulder. She panicked and tried to rise but a hand gripped her other shoulder and held her down. She was on the verge of trying to desperately attack her assailant with her feet when a head peeked over the back of her chair and into her view. It had furry ears on it.

"H... Hana?" Selma asked in surprise.
"Hello, Mistress Selma," Hana responded with a cheerful smile.
"What are you doing?! You almost scared me to death!" Selma responded with ire.
Hana's ears drooped and she let go of Selma's shoulders. "I'm sorry, Mistress Selma, Jonathan said you came out here to relax and I thought maybe I could help you."
"How would you help me relax?" Selma asked curiously.
Hana smiled. "Y... you want me to show you?"
A twinge of concern passed through Selma's mind as she heard the mix of hesitance and excitement in Hana's voice but her curiousity was peaked and she knew Hana wouldn't hurt her. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to let you try."
Hana's response was a happy cry and then, before Selma could change her mind Hana swung around the chair and got on top of her. Selma began to rise and opened her mouth to protest but, Hana responded by cutting off Selma's protest with a passionate kiss as her hands moved to her breasts pushing her back down. Selma struggled for a few seconds before their eyes met and she became still. She closed her eyes and hugged Hana tightly. Hana smiled at this receptive action and slid her tongue into Selma's willing mouth. As the two made out Hana gently squeezed Selma's breasts causing her to moan into the kiss her chest rising. Hana broke the kiss and smiled at her. Selma let out a quick breath and smiled back.

"Alright... I... I'm willing to let you continue," she stated, blushing pinkly. Hana smiled and slid her hands down to Selma's sides undoing the ribbons that held on the bikini top and removed it. Selma shivered slightly as her breasts were exposed but, almost as soon as they were, Hana moved to them. Her tongue slid around Selma's left nipple causing her to release a gentle moan of pleasure.Selma's hands clenched tightly as Hana's tongue moved quickly around, deftly pleasuring her sensitive nipples. Meanwhile Hana's hand began to gently drift down Selma's body. The gentle touch of Hana's finger trailing over her skin made her shiver gently even as her pleasure mounted from the attention of Hana's tongue. The finger slid down until it hooked into her bikini bottom and started slowly pulling it down. Selma tensed as she felt herself being exposed again and her cheeks flared brightly with a nervous blush.

Hana pulled back now and turned all of her attention to Selma's lower body. She slid the bikini bottom off of her and dropped it onto the sand. Selma's blush grew brighter as she saw Hana's eyes searching over her naked body. Hana smiled.

"Oh, Mistress Selma you are just as beautiful as in my dreams," Hana exclaimed.
"You... You've dreamed of me?" Selma asked.
Now it was Hana's turn to blush. "Y... Yes Mistress Selma... I've dreamed of moments like these many times," her smile widened, "this time however it's not a dream."

She leaned forward and slid her hands under Selma's knees lifting them onto her shoulders and kneeled forward so her head was just above Selma's sex. Selma gasped in surprise as her legs were lifted but the gasp quickly turned into a pleasurable moan as Hana dipped her head down and licked from the bottom of Selma's sex up to her clit and then began licking her clit directly. Selma squirmed and her moans became cries of pleasure as Hana's tongue pleasured her clit. Selma's legs tensed on Hana's shoulders and Hana responded by moving down and quickly thrusting her tongue inside of Selma.

"H.. HANA!" Selma cried out in pleasure as the tongue entered her.

Hana slid her tongue around inside of Selma licking every inch of her. Selma's body lifted forcing Hana's tongue in further as Selma's hands moved down to her breasts gently rubbing herself as she quickly began nearing the threshold. Hana's tongue responded by quickening it's pace. It began licking her faster and probing deeper. Selma's eyes closed as she reached her limit. With a loud cry of ecstasy she orgasmed. Her discharge squirting out onto Hana's tongue. Hana pulled out of her and smiled as Selma lay panting on the chair.

"Are you feeling relaxed now, Mistress Selma?" Hana asked playfully.
"Extremely..." Selma responded exhaling slowly.
"Once you're ready it'll be my turn," Hana said quietly and smiled.

She crawled onto the chair and cuddled Selma. Selma sighed contently and cuddled her back. The two women lay in the chair enjoying each others warmth.

Introduction

So... This is being created mostly for lulz. Essentially this will be like Faces,Strange and Secret but instead gonna have erotic stories dealing with the Fear Mythos. For the most part probably gonna be character ships and less messing with the fears themselves.

I will try to label all stories by fetishes as well as put a disclaimer listing fetishes included in the story. Please pay attention. If you read a story that contains a fetish that disturbs you you will have no one to blame but yourself.

Now without further ado...


Welcome to Bodies, Hot and Sweaty!