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Vampire Omicron: Chapter 8 – House Pets

⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ ⛧ Don’t start here! Start at Chapter 1. See the link in my profile to find all my stories and more chapters in this series. DISCLAIMERS: In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don’t agree with his choices, and you’re not supposed to either. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That’s the POINT. This is HORROR. All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. KINKS / WARNINGS: -Blood, some gore -Gross Sniffing/Tasting (bodily fluids, breast milk, everything) -Non-con / Sadism / Violence -Bondage / BDSM …

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The Christian woman in the cabin – Part 2

It was clear she never again would be able to deny herself to touch and suck such a glorious piece of meat. Not that she would have been able to rationally comprehend what it was that fascinated her so much, but she couldn’t help to just adore it. The softness of the skin, the radiating heat, the pulsing blood vessels, the smell and taste, the beautiful spear-like form crowned by its head, the fact that it gave both life and such a vile thing as piss through the same exit and of course that it gave its owner so much pleasure that it was almost impossible to control… All these things together and probably much more made her adore the phallus in front of her. Never ever had she felt such reverence when she prayed …

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Vampire Omicron: Chapter 4 – The Dorm Room ~

⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ ⛧ Don’t start here! Start at Chapter 1. See the link in my profile to find all my stories and more chapters in this series. DISCLAIMERS: In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don’t agree with his choices, and you’re not supposed to either. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That’s the POINT. This is HORROR. All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. KINKS / WARNINGS: -Death / Blood -Creeping around (lots of this, sorry if it’s boring) -Slow start, builds to brutal ending …

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The Dark Moon Coven

The light slanted as it came in through the high ceilings, natural lighting always made it easier to draw, especially on the days that the sun was strong, as part of the ceiling was glass. The art room at Price Junior College was a pretty, open space with loads of light. There were eighteen people in the class, and they were doing quick sixty second sketches with charcoal pencils. They were standing in front of large upright easels, and it was a cool day for early September. The class was working on drawing a clothed model sitting in a chair. The art instructor Kelly Gruening, was a ‘cougar’, she was forty, seemed like she was thirty, and had all her moves together. Later she sat in the small office with her friend, another college instructor …

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A Weekend With My Punk Rock Cousin (Part 1)

“Jeanne!!!” I woke from my usual Thursday-afternoon daze. Groggily, I got up from my desk to see what my mother wanted. “Yes?” I called back. “Come down here a minute.” Her tone sounded somewhat excited, which woke me up rather quickly. I made my way downstairs and into the living room where my mother and father were sitting on the couch. “We have some good news,” said my father. “Let me guess; you just saved a bunch of money on your car insurance by switching to Geico,” I snickered. My parents nearly fell off the couch laughing. “Like mother, like daughter,” said my mother. “We have that sense of humor.” “Very funny, Jeanne,” said my father, trying to sound sarcastic but still unable to keep a straight face. “Actually, we’re going on a trip this …

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Do It Yourself (or get some help)

One of the many inevitable things that come with buying a house, is frequenting Do It Yourself stores. A lot. I’ve always loved them: the smell of newly cut wood, dried up paint and burnt dust, the sheer endlessness of the isles and the countless object that I never knew existed until I saw them, it’s amazing. The weeks between moving into my new house and selling the old one, I could be found in such stores about every other day. I had worked out the perfect schedule, arriving just after peak times were over, but long enough before closing time for me not to have to hurry. I also knew all the students and middle-aged men that worked there. Or I thought I did. One day, on a random weekday evening, there was a …

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Doll House – Puta Girl (pt 1) – Mommy’s Home

The lock clicked, the metal tumblers sliding home with a heavy thud that echoed in the silent hallway. Maria leaned her forehead against the cool wood of the apartment door for a moment, her breath hitching in her chest. The storm-cloud colored dress she wore clung to her curves like a second skin, the fabric damp with the humidity of the city and the sweat of a twelve-hour shift. Her feet throbbed inside her heels, the arches cramping, but she stood tall, rolling her shoulders back to relieve the tension knotting between her shoulder blades. The scent of dark floral perfume—gardenias and night-blooming jasmine—rose from her skin, a sharp contrast to the stale air of the building. She pushed the door open and stepped inside, expecting sanctuary. Instead, the living room hit her like a …

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The Witches Next Door

The Witches Next Door ~ by DarkTalons Spring break had finally hit, and the house was mine for a whole week. Mom, Dad, and my little sister had piled into the car Friday afternoon with all their luggage, waving like it was some big adventure to visit my grandparents upstate. I stood on the porch in my gray t-shirt and black basketball shorts, barefoot on the warm concrete, and gave them the classic “have fun, don’t die” send-off. The second their taillights disappeared around the corner I was already planning it: sleep till noon, order pizza all week, maybe hit a couple parties if the boys hit me up. No chores except the basic shit Dad told me about—take out the trash, check the mail, don’t burn the place down. Easy. The neighborhood was dead …

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Doll House – Puta Girl (pt 3) – Party Girls

The red digits of the digital clock burned a harsh, accusatory 7:12 into the darkness of the room, the numbers glowing like embers in the shadows. Maria’s eyes snapped open, the remnants of a heavy, dreamless nap dissolving instantly into a sharp, stinging pang of adrenaline. She had overslept. The silence of the apartment, usually a comforting blanket, now felt heavy with the ticking seconds she had lost, each one a missed opportunity to prepare herself mentally. She threw back the duvet, the cool air of the bedroom hitting her warm skin and raising gooseflesh along her arms, and swung her legs out of bed. Her feet touched the hardwood floor, and she moved with a practiced, predatory grace toward the ensuite bathroom, her mind already racing through the checklist of the evening, calculating the …

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Who Are You?

On a warm summer day I found myself walking alone, along a narrow country road. I had seen no cars, and no people. Open fields and patches of woods surrounded me all the way to the horizon. The sky was cloudless. As I walked, I noticed that a car was parked ahead of me, on the right. I was walking on the right side of the road. As I approached it I could see that all of the windows were down. When I reached the car I could not help but notice that an attractive woman was sitting in the back seat. Even more curiously, she was naked. She looked at me, and smiled faintly, as though she knew me. I quickly looked around to see if I was being set up for a crime. …

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Doll House – Detective Nolms story

Howard got home from work earlier than normal. His day was spent coping and sending all of the case files back to Mother. He was near nervous about being caught, but the thrill of it excited him. Making his thin cock strain along his cage. But it was obeying Mother was the most pleasurable. He never knew he could feel this way. All he needed to do was submit. The shoulder bag hit the floor with a heavy, defeated thud, the leather worn smooth by years of dragging it through the grimy underbelly of the city. Detective Howard Nolms stood in the entryway of the suburban split-level that had slowly become a prison of mortgage payments and silence. He loosened his tie, a cheap polyester noose that had been choking him all day, and ran …

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The Tattoo and the Succubus

Anna stretched out on the chair in front of me, settling back as I made the final inspection of the stencil on her arm. I’d known Anna for a couple years now, ever since her 18th birthday in fact. Twice a year she’d come in to get a new tattoo; it had become a little tradition. She’d turn up in sometime around March or October with a new design or idea and I’d do the rest. – I quite liked Anna. She was absolutely tiny, and a goth. This time her short hair was dyed black with vivid pink highlights. Her face had more piercing than I’d ever seen, and I’d worked with a few goths over the years. She had a bar through the bridge of her nose, a loop in her left eyebrow, …

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Phantom: A Love Story

“There is nothing more desolate in all the abodes of men than an unfurnished house dimly lit, silent, and forsaken, and yet tenanted by the memories of evil and violent histories.” -Algernon Blackwood, “The Empty House” *** “I guess no one mentioned that Devereux Manor is supposed to be haunted?” Amelia paused with trowel in hand in the flowerbed, considering Ms. Price’s question. The older woman sat on a nearby stump and fidgeted, anxious for a reply, so Amelia took her time formulating one. Eventually she settled on: “What’s Devereux Manor?” Ms. Price blinked. “Why, that’s this house, dear. Your house.” Amelia looked sideways at the house. It was still hard to think of it as hers. In her mind it was just “the house”, an entity unto itself. “Didn’t you know about the Devereux …

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S.O.L. Games: Web Design (updated)

— DON’T START AT THIS CHAPTER How to read S.O.L. Games (pronounced ‘soul’) : Start with the Prologue and one or more Level 1 chapters in any order. (Jump Ropes, Floor is Lava, Pet Teachers) Then read one or more Level 2 chapters in any order. (Web Design, Teacher Taut, Chemistry, Tug of War) Then read one or more Level 3 chapters in any order. (Hide & Seek, Pencil Sharpener, Anatomy, Dodgeball) Then read one or more Level 4 chapters in any order. (What’s the Time, Mr. Wolf, Stations of the Cross, LockHer, Four Square) Then read one or more Level 5 chapters in any order. (Musical Chairs, Wedgies & Wet Willies, Hopscotch, Holey Books) Then read one or more Level 6 chapters in any order. (The Hall Minotaur, Detention Dilemma, Swirlies, Women’s Studies) Then …

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Cousins Gangbang

It’s been a tradition in my family that once someone turns 18 that they and all their cousins, well, those who are of age, all go out for drinks. It started when my two oldest cousins, the identical twins Catherine and Ellen, bumped into my next oldest cousin, Faithe, not long after her 18th birthday and they decided to go to a pub in celebration. The tradition continued for my other two cousins, first Emma, and then Faithe’s younger sister Victoria. When my 18th birthday came around, I was both surprised but happy to hear from Catherine about organising a full weekend away. The reason I was surprised was because there was a 4-year age difference between me and Victoria, and an 11-year age difference between me and the twins. Being younger, and the only …

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my gift pt.2

it had been 2 years since my father visited me that night. Violet and I ran away together about 3 months after we graduated. we’ve been living together in a small cabin in the middle of a mountain range. we both thought it be best for me because of what happened a week before we ran away. “come on John lets go!” Violet called from the car. we were about to leave for a weekend get away in Hollywood. our plans were already in play when it happened. my father must have been mad at me or something because as soon as we got off the airplane all hell started breaking lose. the plane we had just recently gotten off blew up. the sky turned red. the driver of our cab’s head exploded. Violet was …

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The Jean Genie – Part 1 (Fixed)

This is the first story I’ve writtin, and I plan to continue. I hope you all enjoy! (I’ve fixed the story so that it won’t get removed this time!) ——————————————————————————— Before we begin this story, I should probably tell you about myself. My name is Ryuugo Tsukibasa (pronounced “Ree-you-go”), and I’m 19-years-old. My heritage is mostly Japanese, but the only thing about my family now is our names. I have long, shaggy black hair that usually covers my deep blue eyes. I’m 6’5″, and rather skinny. I’m not overly muscular, because I never bothered to participate in Phys. Ed. in school, but I do go for a jog every morning evening to keep from getting fat. I wasn’t very popular in my last school. Don’t get me wrong, I had plenty of friends. It’s just …

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Qarinah

Qarinah (قرينة) A succubus story By: Ralph McPherson With help editing by: Clyde McEscher It started in 1992. The meatpacking district of NYC was still just that. There were no hipster dance clubs or hookah bars. The high priced lingerie shops and Apple store were not even a glimpse in their designer’s eyes. There was a slight chill to the air. I was out for a late night walk. I often did this when my mind was troubled, or I was bored, or I just needed to clear my head. I found myself standing in front of a bar on 12th Street between 9th and Washington. I had never noticed this place before and before I realized what I was doing, I wandered in. It was a real dive and almost empty save a few …

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Her Black Wings

By Jimmmy D. I was walking around the city, looking for something to do, some way to have a good time, it’s a big city, its huge, surely there is something to do. I must have been walking for 2 or 3 hours before I came across a small antique shop, I don’t usually enjoy antiques but there was something in the window that caught my eye. It was a paint, magnificent; I was a large painting of a woman tall and beautiful, pale white skin and dark eyes, her beauty was surreal. He lips were pout and her eyelashes long, aside from her slender body there was something else that added to her beauty and grace. A pair of large angel wings spread out behind her, but they were black, the background of this …

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The Mate of a Demon Part 1: My Beginning

NOTE: There is NO sex in THIS PART of the story. I promise in the chapters to come there will be plenty of hot lustful sex. This is just the introduction. I was just sitting on the couch, watching some documentary on The Dark Ages. It was interesting. So see practically the entire world go to hell. Suddenly, my phone was making noise. It was my boyfriend. Well he was sort of my boyfriend. We had never met in real life. We met through some pen pal website. And since then we had developed a real relationship. He lived in Britain. In 2 years I would graduate and I was planning on flying to meet him. Because not only was he my boyfriend, he was my master. He was just texting me to see how …

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