May, a war widow struggling to keep her Dorset smallholding alive after the brutal winter of 1946/47, is close to despair when two charming drifters arrive offering help in exchange for board and lodging. Their kindness, humour and dangerous influence draw her into acts she would once have thought unthinkable. By the time they vanish with the summer, they have left her carrying far more than memories. A reason to live.
Ariel is a slim, stacked, horny sluty mother. When she realizes her son Joseph has the biggest cock she's ever seen, she sets out to seduce him. Joseph turns to the school counsellor for help, However, she turns out to be every bit as slim, stacked, and horny as his mother. Will the counsellor help Joseph resist his mother, or just make his forbidden desires that much stronger?
James III established a racehorse breeding operation in Kentucky. He did well before family problems. Then, he had issues with his son, James the Fourth, who wouldn’t follow in his footsteps. The Fourth had a son, James the Fifth, who made the Military his career. When the Fifth’s career ended, James the Third gifted me, the oldest known grandson, 80% of the horse farm to James the Fifth. The remaining 20% of the farm went to Molly, possibly a child of James the Fourth.
A man snatches a young woman from the corridor of a hotel right outside his room. He toys with her as he works up to rape and impregnation. It would be despicable as reality. But as fantasy -- well, as fantasy, enjoy!
Based, with permission, on the 'Dickgirls of Faeruhn' series, by lightswitch
Based on the “Dickgirls of Faeruhn” series, by Lightswitch. Raven is overjoyed to finally be ready for her first rutting season. Barricaded in her home, she prepares herself for the hunt by playing a cruel game with her two captive sprites. The novice hermaphrodite is distracted by this fun and learns a harsh lesson in breeding. If you don’t go out for the hunt, the hunt may come in for you!
The title rather spells it out. This is off the Losgudian path and may not be your cup of expected tea. But is it hot? Hell, yea! If a little young, but not pedo, and no virgins were sacrificed to make these pages. The story rolled out and presented two endings. I hate that sort of metafiction shit, but what can you say? The 2nd ending requires the addition of some obvious family codes. Loyal readers/repliers, please read the endote.
Imagine waking one morning, and knowing you are now a Prophet. A Messiah for an unknown Goddess. This will only lead to good things...
NOTE: I have marked this story "finished" because there won't be more chapters coming. You may finish it yourself, if you ask nicely :)