Don't Open Your Eyes
Horror, M/F, Modern Day
Things exist we do not understand. Predators of supernatural origin roam our world. Slowly, we are opening our eyes to these unwelcome intruders, and over the years, specialists have started to offer their services in removing troublesome spirits. While still mocked by the cynical, many are beginning to believe.
Most dangers are simple beings, a wisp of emotional energy with the most basic of animal instincts, claiming a physical form to hunt, or creating it's own ghoulish form. Very few have the intelligence to combat a Hunter.
But this one is new. It does not rely on a simple feeding, gathering fear in the same way a simple thug will smash and rob a store, quick and dirty. No, this one takes it's prey like a gormand, waiting for the wine to reach it's proper age, making sure every aspect of it's feast is perfect. It does not find victims. It creates them, tailors them from birth.
Once such girl has been watched, one of many potential meals. She was spirit, brave, creative, someone with a great future and a strong will. The perfect choice. The thing came during her happiest moment, slaughtering her parents and leaving her to suffer in an orphanage, and then an asylum, and finally, alone in the big world she had once so longed to embrace. Now, every shadow frightened held a frightening prescence, and every person she came across was in danger. She did not know how she knew this, she simply did. She could almost feel her days coming to an end. She felt it coming, her final night, and she could do nothing to stop it. All she could do was face this thing, this fear that had prepared her so. Preparing herself, she sat and waited, ready to meet her fate, and hopefully spoil it's dinner, she wanted to taste like ashes and piss in it's mouth, she wanted it to mourn the waste of it's time. She wanted so much to meet this end with a snarl and go down fighting. But she broke. The first sight of that hooded figure and she was a child again, cowering in her closet as her mother was ripped to shreds and pinned against her bedroom wall.
And just as it came for her, a man with a clawed gauntlet of silver and a heavy pistol kicked the door in and the creature howled it's frustration, fleeing from the light of his gun, it's rage causing every mirror, window, lightbulb and electronic within the block to suddenly shatter. It would not let this Hunter deprive it of it's work, it's meal... it will kill them both!
The Last Sentinel
M/F, Loyal Servant/Queen, Fantasy, age difference
The Kingdom of Leradon was a world unfamiliar with the power of magic. That all changed during The Black Cloud War, where a mysterious foreign force invaded, its assault so brutal and strange that it left the lands barren and choked with mysterious anomalies, reduced to deserts, caught in blizzards, swallowed by forests. The ash and soot and fire of this assault seemed to follow the invading force, resembling a black cloud that swept across the land and destroyed all in its path. They were Mage's from Grath.
This invasion from across the sea took much of Leradons strength before it finally failed, but they could not stop The Second Black Cloud War. Three generations of Grathian occupation followed, in which time magic users were either executed or captured, the populace watched carefully. The Third Black Cloud War was an uprising which finally managed to push Grath forces towards the coast. In this time, during the stalemate while Grath held its border and awaited reinforcements, The First Sentinel was created.
A young soldier, Reynald, barely old enough to enlist, was born with a strange ability. Magical numbness. The forces of magic did not stir within him. This did not protect him from offensive magic, but he was completely dead to it himself. With time, and with the help of turn coat Mages, he learned to absorb magic into himself, and release it, harmlessly, or explosively. They implanted crystal heat sinks into his chest, back, limbs, and temples, grafting it to the bone, and later ran metal 'ley lines' between them, letting his own skeleton act as a conduit, taking the magical energy from the impact site to the heat sinks, absorbing it, holding it, suppressing it, and when he needed to, releasing it. He was the bane of any magic user.
More were made, though none could compare to Reynalds. The Sentinels met the new Grath forces and pushed them from the coast. Leradon was restored, and Reynalds was appointed the Princess' own personal body guard. He was 17, and she was 3 years old. He watched her grow up, and in that time, he saw The Sentinels rise to power, their technology steadily surpassing his own. He saw magic and technology spread throughout Leradon. He was constantly upgraded, his old, antiquated design struggling to keep up with the newer, much more effecient Sentinels of today. He was outdated. His body bore more scars of surgery then it did of battle, until he was much a machine as he was a man, his heat sinks misty from use, cracked in places, the many plates, frames and other metallic instruments under his flesh beginning to rust. He required constant internal and external cleaning to keep himself from succumbing to infection. In any other court, he would be removed from service. But not this one.
Princess Leromai, who he had held as a baby, was now a woman of 32, still unwed, but a great leader, loved by the people and respected by the court. She has helped to bring this nation back to strength, and all the while, Reynalds has been by her side, obedient, selfless and devoted. She knew he would hack off his own arm if she were only to ask, the towering, scarred Sentinel almost like a father to her.
But when Grath Assassin's infiltrate the court, she will see how much bite this old dog has left in him.
Take the Heat
An old and cranky Sorceror is forced to take on an Apprentice, and is sent a young man from a less developed city. As if he weren't annoyed enough at this, when he discovers the boy has natural talent far greater then his own, he takes a huge disliking to him and makes his education as unbareable as possible, often setting him nigh on impossible tasks, which he usually manages with passable results (something which only adds to his frustrations)
The boy, desperate to best his much hated Master, sets out on something truly suicidal... binding a Demoness. For the first time in his Magical education, he fails, and the powerful entity has complete and absolute ownership of his soul.
She could kill him, hurt him, force him to do her bidding... but taking in the situation, she comes up with something truly deliscious. A rogue demon such as her would attract unwanted attention. It was in her best interest to play along, and look the part of a bound slave.
Whilst in his Masters prescence, she will protend to be bound to him, only to infuriate the bitter old man, who will believe his student has accomplished this insane feat of Magic. For this, there is nothing he can refuse her when they are in private, and she will often take out her frustrations on her human sex slave at having to protend to be a servant in the prescence of a mortal.
M/F, Size Difference, Fantasy
Fairies are elusive and beautiful creatures, often thought to exist in another world entirely, crossing over to this world due to an extremely curious nature, exploring and then retreating back to their home. They were once captured as exotic pets, but they would fade away and die if kept.
A small group of these magical beings tentatively crept into a peaceful, misty forest, having used a magical crystal garden as a portal. Exploring, they are soon attacked by Nixe's, small and viscious fairies, dark and insect like. These evil tricksters dispersed their group and hunted them down. All but one made it back to the crystal, and the Nixe's smashed them all, trapping a frightened, lone fairy in this world, almost ertainly doomed to a slow weakening death.
The girl is very small, waist the size of two cupped hands, skin glowing bright and yellow. She cannot talk, and while she has small wings, she seems to fly by magic.
A young Satyr manages to chase the Nixe's away and befriends the small Fairy, and they set out to find another garden of crystal to get her home. He is young and weak by his species standards, barely considered a man, or 'buck'
His lower half is that of a goat, a set of floppy goats ears and horns protruding from his shaggy hair. He will assist her more and more as she weakens, carrying her when she needs it, keeping her warm, and soothing her when shes scared, and his youthful rush of hormones and her own curious nature will lead to some tummy strething love making.
Karma is Not Always Such a Harsh Mistress
Romance, Fantasy, Sub-Humans other then Furry/Scaly.
A young man is kidnapped by pirates, taken off of the cobbled streets of his home town high in the icey mountains, and whisked away on a flying ship. He has no idea why.
He is half Aeobias, meaning he is a quarter reptilian. His skin flashes in the right light, his eyes liquid and black, small pink patches at his neck fluttering as he breathes. While he cannot stand the cold in his home, the air is dry. His people cannot take the moisture in the air. Over long periods, it will strip their lungs inner walls, and they will cease to breathe.
But this man has a bigger problem. The air in the ship is damp and filthy. The putrid moisture in his system is making him sick. Very sick. The doctor must deal with an untrusting and stupid captain, but she cares for him and see's him through the trip.
Apparently, he was witness to shady doings by a Mage, and was brought to be convicted as an accomplice and give testimony, but the doctors own intervention cleared him of that. He was simply there by bad luck.
The doctor is an honest criminal, a pirate with a sense of honor and decency, and was only on that foul ship for that one trip. She stuck around to make sure he was okay, and then left, after more work, more coin, and a ways to leave.
The fever played terrors on his mind, and he remembered the events as if they were a dream. With nothing back home, and many other sights closer by that would not harm his weak lungs, he began to find his own work. He became a simple helper on the air ships, the travel often dry if a bit too cold for his liking. He proved an able deck hand, if a bit skinny, and many of the other men would take him to their bed rolls. At first, he was resistant, but soon, he warmed to the affections of the kinder men, and would often seek a strong and good hearted pirate whenever he changed ships for both protection and companionship. The union between two men was no longer strange to him... it was actually quite common.
But he never forgot that nice woman that helped him so much... even if she was just a blurry memory that he couldn't quite grasp. He proved quite intelligent, and spent some time with puzzles and other mind games bought for him on shore stops by his friends, and when the captain saw his potential, he trained him in lock picking.
Being a half breed, from a species that navigated with touch as much as sight, and his quick mind, the most hardy of locks became just another puzzle, the subtle vibrations and clicking sounds giving away the contraptions secrets. He could break any vault or open any door that wasn't barring a Mage's personal stash.
One day, he jumps to a new job, and finds himself on a less then desirable ship. Not the first time. He plans to jump ship after the next shore, get his pay and then find another ship. But fate has come into a neat circle, and he finds that this ship is carrying a high value prisoner, a woman committed of a dire crime against the country, one impossible for one such as her to do...
...the same woman that had kidnapped him, and shown him such mercy and compassion at the same time. Now, she is the one under his care. Owing her his life, he would steal the arrest papers from his captain, pick her lock and help her escape.
Body Possession, Masturbation, Fantasy
2 young students at a magical academy could not be more mismatched. A merchants son, suffering from OCD and prone to panic attacks and bouts of irritation, and a gypsies daughter, care free and confident. They are room mates, and his attempts to be 'serious' or when he is uncomfortable serves only to amuse her, and she has no issues with giggling and telling him his many issues are cute.
But something has gone wrong... through a class gone wrong, the gypsies daughter has been trapped in the merchants son. Both consciousnesses are now sharing a body, and while only one of them can control it at a time, they are both constantly aware of each other. Whoever is in control will hear the other in their mind.
Naturally, the boy will feel very violated by this, and will refrain from masturbating for several days... she will easily pick up on his frustrations, tease him about, and when she can coax him to relieve himself... she will feel it as well. She may even take control of him later on when he has become a little more comfortable with masturbating while she is in his mind, so she can satiate her love of anal masturbation... ignoring his protests.
The City of Silk and Light
Furry/Human, Furry/Furry, Group, Public, Fantasy
Surrounded on three sides by frothing brooks, hugging the edge of a colossul water fall, the city of Dhala rests. Built from high, smooth walls of dazzling white stone, topped with beaten copper and draped with tapestries and hanging vines and plants, it appears to sparkle and shift on the horizon, the sun striking its stone and the water spray like millions of tiny stars.
Here, the Icarikek, a native species, has long been worshipped as a messenger of the Gods. While the religious significance of these creatures has long since started to dissolve, the creatures are well loved and treasured.
Shaped like people, the size of a young human teen, their bodies are covered in fur, sporting the tails and ears of a cat. While they share the mannerisms and behaviour of felines, small feathered wings sprout from their packs, allowing them to glide and flit about the city as they please.
They come in every colour, pattern and fur density, and are pampered by the citizens, unafraid of human contact, and sometimes actively seeking it out. Many keep special combs on their persons, just in case an Incarikek should approach them, seeking a grooming.
To harm one of these creatures is a serious offense. Many who have beaten an Incarikek have faced banishment, and in one case, a man who had been caught stealing them to sell their pelts was bound in tight leather and placed on a raft, sent adrift, where eventually the pull of the water would take him to the long drop, and the rocks below.
It is considered the greatest honor to be chosen as a mate. While a human male cannot impregnate one of them, and a male Icarikek cannot impregnate a human woman, the pampered creatures will often choose a citizen in broad daylight. Orgies have even occured in plain sight, but to disrupt an Icarikek mating is forbidden.
A stranger to this place, unused to its ways and customs, has come to visit a family member... and has a major culture shock when she finds herself mounted in a crowded cafe and told to hold still until her new furry friend is done ravishing her.
The Wind and the Sands
M/M, or M/F, Powers
In the desert nation of New Tarsus, it is said the sands themselves are a living, sentient being. They shift and move in ways that no other desert does, and the howling of sandstorms seem to form words, whispered on the wind. The people of New Tarsus have come to revere the sand as their protector and a sort of God figure.
It is intelligent, and protects those that it loves... and is ruthless to those that it does not. It also plays favourites. Those that are born in the howling of a sandstorm, a storm that will stop at the very second of birth, are marked. They will grow and master a natural affinity with the sands. Of its own accord, the sand will assist and protect them where ever they go, and will follow most of their wishes with a mere thought.
The sands are not always obedient however, and may choose to refuse simple wishes, as if they simply sulk like children. The mystery of this strange, intelligent desert will probably never be solved.
However... recently, a very different power has been bestowed among new borns. Children delivered at the dead silence when the wind holds its breath will grow with the wind as an ally, and not the sands. This has brought much prejudice and conflict, sand squaring off against wind, and is steadily boiling towards civil war.
This is a romance where two lovers will be caught in the middle, sand and wind in a forbiddon love.
If played as a Straight story, their union will produce a child that will unite the factions, a master of both Air and Sand.
M/F, Rape, Non-Humans
Satiracorns are nomadic, brutal creatures that live in tribes along the grasslands. Human in appearance, they are taller, stronger, and have horns. These horns differ from person to person, from the embarrasingly small, to the status claiming gigantic, to rams curling horns, to lizard like studs, to antlers, to long and deadly steer horns, and in all variations.
Satiracorns breed mostly girls, so the population is carefully controlled, and human males are often captured for the purpose of breeding. Because of these unions, every now and then, a Hornless is born. They are Satiracorns, but they are tamer, less violent, and weaker over all, and lack the horns that all other Satiracorns eventually grow.
The only reason these offspring are not drowned at birth is because they serve a special purpose. Because of their thinned blood, they cannot impregnate a Satiracorn female, and so are used as sexual slaves to the violent woman of their tribe. Like everything, they are shared, and the Hornless are often passed along between multiple women each night.
No-Horn is one such Hornless, the son of the Great-Horn, the woman that leads this tribe. He is the most sought after, and so the life of a sex slave is all he knows. He is abused and often is injured by his lovers, but he its what he was made for. So when finally a young Satiracorn woman comes of age and is permitted to use him, they start to fall in love.
For both of their well being, they have to hide this and protend they are nothing more then occasional lovers. No-Horn has to sleep out in the cold where the low status must sleep, and his new love must go to sleep with the knowledge that somewhere in the tribe, someone is brutally using her love
To Love a Centuar
Centuar's are intensely proud, majestic creatures, ruling over their grasslands fiercely, showing little mercy. Hailed as great warriors, both men and women, they often leave a herd when they lose an Duel. To lose such an important fight, to a creature as prideful as the Centuar... they would rather leave then live with the shame.
Some of these shamed Centuars leave with child, or meet a mate that has also left, and the off spring is born with the same intense, headstrong pride, but are a lot more tame. One of them is a young woman, and she has been bogged down in the mud during a storm. With no way of freeing herself, she could be killed by wolves. Probably as bad as a death by viscious wolves, she is saved by a weak, frail human, who dug her out with his bar hands.
As if the shame of being rescued wasn't enough, her leg is injured, and he treats her, mending the limb so she can walk again.
Though she won't admit it, she is very grateful, and has fallen for this charming young man, who so selflessly helped her. Sure, he's a pushover and cringes when she yells at him (which is often) but theres feelings rising up between them, and she takes him along with her while shes migrating to the breeding grounds.
The game could start when he finds her bogged down, or maybe when hes taking the splint off so she can test her leg. The game will follow their long, hard walk (nothing for the girl, but the boy will hardly be able to stay on his feet) to her peoples sacred breeding grounds, and their love will slowly come to fruition on the way. She is selfish, proud and stubborn, and he is a push over, loyal and kind. She will also be experiencing her first heat on the way.
Post Apoc, Magic/Steampunk, Sub-Humans other then Furry's/Scaly's, Incest
The Kingdom of Malkane had fallen long ago, its pursuit magic and conventional technology eventually culminating in a great war. WMD's had scorched most of the landmass and sent it awash with arcane fire. From the ashes, tribes formed, and from those tribes, cities arose. Roads were pounded into the earth by traveling feet and carts, walls erected, the remains of a better time rediscovered and put to use.
However, travel by anything other a guarded road is dangerous. Thats why Escorts are held in such high regard. Tough, resourceful and efficient with navigating and surviving the cruel wastes, they'll get you and your prescious cargo to wherever you need, faster then taking the roads, and in one piece.
Out in the fields, a village of Satyr's rests in the crater of a dead city that had collapsed long ago into the tunnel network underneath. Life in the pit was good enough, but their leader has grown old and weak, and will soon be replaced. Fearing for her children, the Alpha Males mate hires an Escort to take her son and daughter away. and tells them that when, and if they feel ready to contend for leadership, return. If they stay, they could be murdered, just to keep them from one day challenging the next Alpha Male or Female.
Satyr's are humanoid from the waist up, with furred goat legs, tiny horns and floppy goat like ears. They are fast, nimble and sure footed. Their Escort, however, is a Centaur... something quiet foriegn to them.
Human from the waist up, her lower half is that of a horse. Her face is passive and proud, blond hair tied into a short ponytail, athletic upper body covered only by a length of cloth wrapped about her chest. She is quite strong, wielding a halberd without issue, even if only in one hand. She is also an excellent shot with either a long range gauss rifle, or the semi-auto machine pistol she keeps at her side.
She bares two injuries, the lower half of one of her back legs a cybernetic limb to replace a lost one, and a metal patch over her eye. Three red lights on it flicker and flash. It is both to conceal her damaged eye, and also a targeting system.
So, incestuous Satyr siblings, a post apoc/fantasy setting, and a hard as nails Centaur who goes Cougar on the much younger, innocent Satyr boy.
In the land of Bahaal, there are five different layers to reality. On the first is the primal forces, the energy that fuels fire, signifying rebirth, wind, signifying shaping, water, signifying life and strength, and earth, signifying force.
These four different elements, driven by the same power, are the simplest of things in the world of magic, easily understood, though it holds no will or ambition.
The second layer is the physical world, all that we see around us. The forces of the first layer, like the gales of a storm, or the movement of the tectonic plates, are physically mirrored here. Everyone can see the second layer.
The third layer is the first of two spirit planes. Low level apparitions or entities exist here, some being simple formless forces, like barriers or feelings, while other manifest as pests or obstacles, or creatures with will and intelligence. Many people can see the third layer clearly, while almost everyone can sense it at times.
The fourth layer is for higher levels of spirits, often as intelligent and diverse as us, and able to manipulate the second layer if they so choose. Not all mean us harm, most being simply curious.
The fifth... is a mystery. The few people who have peered through that final veil have succumbed to years of mental degradation, suffering traumatizing nightmares of impenetrable blackness and wordless voices.
Everyone who ever went to school knows these things, and there is business in the chasing off of pests, dispelling of barriers, establishing communication with resident spirits, and capture the troublesome ones that stray into our layer too long. The best way to capture such a spirit is by trapping it's image. While a mirror can hold it, it cannot send it back. It takes a special device called a Demondriver.
Oddly named, it is a small camera that can phase from the second layer to the fourth and back again, meaning an Exorcist can take it with them when they phase out of the physical world, where an object like a camera is usually bound.
Part of the training requires luring the attentions of a demon, using that presence as an anchor, or a focus, training the Exorcist to strengthen their perception skills. Graduation comes when that demon is captured.
One such apprentice Exorcist has begun this stage... but he has not attracted a simple parasitic wretch or other low level spirit. Through some force of sheer bad luck, he has caught the attention of a 4th Plane dweller, a temptress who is both amused and intrigued by his quest. Finding him on her heels where ever she goes, she can't help but revel in the chase, doing all she can to keep that little camera from snapping her full visage, while at the same time keeping him tantalizingly close to his goal...
Eventually, their chasing game will turn to sex.
Fantasy, magic, MFF, teacher/students, orgasm denial
A skilled Sorceress has declined many an offer to take up teaching in the cities. At 36, she is highly skilled, and well sought after for her tutelage. However, while she refuses teaching jobs at learning institutes, she does occasionally take on students. She is very selective, but those she accepts will live in her tower and study under her.
She currently has only one student, a young woman with powerful mentalist abilities, mind reading and other handy sneaky abilities. At the umpteenth request from a rich family, she finally caves and goes to evaluate their son. Finding the boy to be a spoilt, talentless snob, she is very surprised to feel potential coming from one of his servants, a teenaged boy the family purchased years ago.
Not caring for their protests, she takes the boy to her tower, and is practically energized. It's been so long since she got to witness such raw potential in a young student. She suddenly rediscovers her passion for teaching.
Being a bit of a predator, she can't help from fantasizing, about both of her students. While the girl is a frisky little minx, who actually welcomes any advances, the boy is timid. So, she binds his member with a magic seal, making it impossible for him to achieve climax without her hand.
No matter how much stimulation he feels, nothing will set him off. Hours of frustrated masturbation do nothing to help, it only makes his pent up load bigger and bigger. His fellow student and teacher take advantage of this, getting him to make love to the both of them, multiple times, taking turns, and he begs her to rub him off, pleads. When she does take pity and wraps her hand about his cock, the ejaculation will be strong enough to almost knock him unconscious. This building up becomes a regular thing, spanning hours or even days.
And just to torment him further, his fellow student will come to him in spirit form while he tries to sleep, arousing him, knowing damned well he can't do anything about it.
Revenge Over Space-Hub Kara
Sci-Fi, MFF, Futa/Male rape
Linka is just an ordinary sex slave, one of many. The practice is common around the nastier parts of space. She's been bought by a man who smuggles various small time contraband, for relief during those long flights. She has submitted, for now, but occasionally plots escape... most of the time though, it seems impossible without seriously harming or killing him, a line she'd rather not cross.
But all that changed when her Master invested in a Sex Android. Human in appearance and completely subservient to anyone holding her controller, she can change from a woman to a futa. He verbally commands her to abuse the girl in several ways before taking them both himself.
Later, his human slave will seduce him, get him blindfolded and replace his remote control with a convincing fake she assembled. When he next tries to get the Android to rape her, she'll have a little surprise for him... she intends to leave him with a very saw ass and jaw, stuck at the space-hub with no clothes and no money or ID, while she heads off with her new ship and Sex Android.
Revenge is sweet.
Icaria. A medieval land populated by winged humans. Some, however, are born with their wings small, and black... unable to fly long, or high, or far, they are treated poorly, and in some places are beaten or run out of town. It is believed by many that they were born with demons in them, or bad spirits, and so the Heavens keep them from reaching the sky.
One such Flightless has lived a hard life, stealing, fighting, harassed by other children his age, often having rely on urban parkour and short flights and gliding to escape the stones they throw.
One day, the young Flightless kills one of his attakers in self defense, and flees, chased as far as the misty forests, where he hurts his leg and falls into a still lake.
He would have drowmed, if it weren't for the Icarian that made his hut nearby. He seems his opposite in every way, wings impressive and beautiful, white as sun glare off stone, kind, innocent and selfless. He seems positively angelic in comparison to the dark, reclusive, untrusting Flightless.
Why is he out here? He doesn't know... as far as he knows, he's always lived out here. He has no knowledge of Flightless, or cities. His ready acceptance and the help he offers the battered, bruised Flightless truly touches him, and the two leave to find another city, and slowly fall in love.
So, a darkly beautiful, emo Flightless, and an epitome-of-innocence Icarian, alone, in the wet, cold forest, cuddling naked for warmth, and slowly discovering their confused feelings for each other ^^
M/F, mute, survival
There is a part of the universe that people know to avoid. Whatever routs that cross this zone are rarely followed, and those who brave it are never seen again. Hundreds of space ships have vanished in this 'Bermuda Zone'
At the center of the Bermuda Zone is a planet. It is a literal graveyard, crashed ships littering its surface. Something on this unnamed planet disrupts the ships and causes them to crash. Perhaps it is simply ancient technology in a state of disrepair. Whatever the case, the native species are tribal and often violent, and seek to scavenge the new wreckages so as to learn their magic.
They know nothing of the technology of space faring races, but show great curiosity, and while many stranded have been slaughtered by them, some impress them and are welcomed.
A military ship crashes here, and only two members survive. One is a simple soldier, while the other is a newly liberated slave. She is a non-human, skin a deep blue, eyes large and liquid black, innocent looking. Her vocal cords have been shredded by her old owner so she cannot speak.
She is a curious, intelligent being, her species highly sought after for their unique abilities. She has an incredible imagination and fast moving mind, that when properly trained, allows her to construct practically anything that the resources before her allow.
Sensing her protectors needs, she will attempt to help by constructing objects for him, weapons to defend themselves, personal shielding systems, tools and equipment for exploration and survival, whatever the situation calls for, if theres scrap arounf (and there almost always is) she can help.
The two will be hounded by tribals, while another clan reveres her 'Builder' powers, and see her as the key to unlocking the secrets of the 'Sky People' and the relics that fall to their planet.
The poor thing would be so scared :( making puppy eyes up at him in a dark cave when its storming, murderous tribals after them, silently putting her arms up to be held, making fierce, desperate love against the cave wall.
Sci-fi, F/F, time manipulation
Set in an advanced future, a young girl in her mid teens feels isolated from the rest of the world. She used to spend every night out at Electronica, or the Pod Racing, or anywhere else that her and her group of friends could party and enjoy themselves.
But then strange things started happening... she could predict certain events moments before they could happen. At times of high stress, things would age from her touch, metal rusting and becoming brittle, food expiring in seconds. Once, she even looked at the answers after she failed a test, and was able to go back several minutes and passed with the memorized answers.
She didn't know how it was she did any of this, and she lacked control or conscious use of it... a few accidents occured, and she withdrew more and more, scared of hurting people, of being called a freak, and of herself.
Then, a mysterious woman approaches her, someone who looks very, very familiar... she is her future self, an adult. She explains that by the time she reaches her 30's, this kind of ability has been recognized, and that she is one of the most skilled Time Benders, so much so she could slow her aging. While her future self appears middle aged, she is actually from one hundred and thirty years in the future.
She explains she slowed her aging so she could live on and teach those with Time Bending, and now, she feels she has given all she can... there is only one more student she wishes to teach...
So... here, we have a high tech setting akin to Star Wars, with a future self training a past self, and obviously the two end up in bed xD I'd like to be the future self, as I really like the eaching role, and as the past self player doesn't know a thing about Time Bending, I'd actually be teaching someone who's in the dark.
M/F/F, angry sex, lesbian, gay, non-human, magic
Two students at a magical academy have been rivals as long as they known each other. Everything is a competition, and about the only thing they cannot try and win from each other is lovers. One is gay, and the other is a lesbian.
But that's just changed. There's a new student at the tower, a non human. Not too rare, but this particular species, a Cherup, is neither a man or a woman. It is an asexual species, feminine yet not destinctly female, masculine, yet not quite manly. Now, this shy creature has found itself in the centre of this little feud.
Not wanting to be outdone, they both cast a love spell, and it backfires. The two spells have collided and entangled, resulting in a powerful connection between them. They cannot be in the same room for more then a few minutes without throwing themselves at each other.
Both are only attracted to their own sex, are stubborn rivals, and not exactly into public rough sex... so they have no choice but to enlist the Cherup's help to break the spell. With only a pair of enchanted shells to communicate with, they find themselves turned on simply from each others voices... and the spell is getting harder and harder to resist.
M/M, drugs, romance, magic
Aegis. A controversial drug. Crystals made from raw magical energy, it can enhance your potency, and so became very popular among the students. But in excess, it became incredibly addictive, and caused great shifts of personality. Now, it is strictly regulated.
One professor at the school is a reformed Aegis addict. He thought he could handle it if a relapse came about, but he was wrong. One night, his arm red raw from rubbing crystals, he shows up on the doorstep of a fellow professor, someone he has always hated. He only has the strength to ask him for help.
Confused, he finds someone who knows about Aegis addiction, and it's explained to him that being under a stronger Mage's aura can help suppress the cravings. This addict has just admitted to the man he gives a hard time that he is a better Mage then him. Intensely proud, this is like ashes in his mouth, but he can't risk going back to Aegis.
He'll be at this man's mercy, and when the cravings start kicking in, he'll need to be physically restrained, and eventually, they'll have sex.
The Little Pink Remote
Scifi, M/F/F, femdom, crossdressing, collars
Minerva is a business woman in a future where genetically engineered servants are common. She, however, has never bought one, finding them to be lifeless and robotic. She has found a rather obscure technology from another country, one that's never gone past the development stages. Curious, she pays to have it tested and ironed out, and when it works, she also invests in getting it mass marketed.
Now owning 51% of it, she's going to be a very rich woman soon... she has the first two products, and she attaches them to her lovely assistants.
Owning two indentured workers, a teenaged boy and girl, they have been simple custodians, maids, secretaries, and generally help her busy life, to pay off a debt they incurred years ago. They have sinced cleared it and chose to stay on, as it was a better life for them.
But now, they have her new collars on... using a small remote control, she can monitor and change things about them. She can cause arousal, for instance, or take it away, make them sleepy or energized, make lying uncomfortable, and even inspire intense desire for people or objects.
If she wanted to, she could make them both fall asleep, experience an instant orgasm, have sex with each other, be aroused in public, and, if she feels especially evil, get them to suddenly be madly in love with her shoes... or her desk. Whatever's nearby when she watches them from the camera's.
Drugs, fantasy, magic, M/F
An alternate take on Relapse.
Aegis is a drug that boosts brain power. It is a fragile crystal made from condensed energy, quite literally thought given form. Crushing the pebbles on your skin causes the energy to release into yours, giving a great boost to your ability to think.
Because of this, it's popular with magic students, but it's also dangerous and tightly regulated. A few little thumb nail sized rocks a week is considered a safe amount that won't get you hooked and give a small edge to help with study.
But there are people who will sell it in greater amounts. One such girl is a former addict. She manages to draw an innocent and kind hearted but very naive young boy into her web, getting him hooked on Aegis and bleeding him dry. And when he can't pay, she takes payment from his body.
But she's made the biggest mistake a dealer can. She's grown to like him. Never sympathize with the customer, that's the golden rule. But once she steps onto this path, she can't help herself, and finally decides to quit this vile work and get him clean, to which the usually mild and polite boy responds to with violence and desperation. This is what she's turned him into, and it's forced her to change.
Love at first Byte
Future, sci-fi, human/computer
Samuel lives the typical lonely existence of an early 20's male in 2067. He schools and works right there at his computer, all his friends are connected via the computer, groceries are ordered through it... there's no reason or incentive to leave his home. No one else does either.
Feeling lonely, he starts to give his computer voice responses, and over the years, the program becomes more and more sophisticated, until it's classed as an illegal A.I., too close to human intelligence. He hides her, however, and he sits up all hours of the night indulging in one of the simplest and fulfilling pleasures. Conversation. They talk about anything and everything, and he's connecting with her as few people in this age do with other humans.
Naturally, he begins to yearn for her, and she surprises him by knowing. He never programmed her to understand human anatomy and the psychology of sex and companionship. She learned on her own. It's such a liberating feeling, to have something so unexpected happen, when all of life is always at his control, so boring and clockwork in it's efficiency. To have his computer suddenly come onto him and tease him with dirty talk, encouraging him to masturbate... it's amazing.
Soon, he'll have the tools for her to actually please him. She's as excited as he is.