Eroctic Novels & Stories

Mirra’s magic again. Selene swayed, suddenly nauseous. “We’re mixing without meaning to,” she whispered. “Even when we try to stay separate.” Ronan lowered the water gently. “It’s not a loss of control. It’s adaptation.” Selene shook her head. “It’s erosion.” Mirra finally moved closer, her steps quiet on the moss. “When the earth shifts after an earthquake,” she said softly, “it doesn’t erode. It settles. It finds a new shape. A new balance.”

Rather than the white eyeballs, this time they were black, and Brandy could sense the presence of something evil when she smirked. "Genua in conspectu tuo regina." They could hear her faint voice beneath the eerie sinister voice of the entity in control, as it spoke. Marcellus felt a sudden pull when his eyes shifted colors red veins popped out from his face. "Marcellus!" Lucille called out when she heard him grunt. "Argh!" He groaned before falling to his knees when his legs caved in. Lyra stared blankly into space with an eerie smile on her face, the strong wind threatened to rip the house apart as it shook on it's hinges.

It was nearly empty, save for a few scattered tables, their metal legs rusted at the joints. Large sheets of paper, yellowed at the edges and curling from the moisture in the air, lay sprawled across the surfaces, marked with lines, symbols, and notes detailing plans for the mission ahead. Beneath our feet, the floor was wet in places, holding shallow pools of water. The dampness clung to our boots, seeping into the soles, making the ground feel colder than it should have been.

Eros sighed, and I nodded. As we headed up the stairs, he turned to me and said, “Erin is a Clurichaun, a solitary fairy that asked me for a job many years ago, and she is feisty and can cause mischief especially after she is deep in her cups, so be leery about roaming around late at night because that is when she indulges in her whiskey. I believe that she's already into her cups.” “Okay,” I replied and watched Samson rush past our feet shouting excuse me.

"I'm sure I can find somewhere deserted to dump this bugger long before it bothered us." "Actually, you can't," Jay replied, his face set in a neutral expression even as his voice took on a matter-of-fact tone that stopped whatever counterpoint she wanted to make. "Like I said," he added, "every part of the equipment is what is building up the entropy. Moving it, jarring it, vibrating it, especially at your speed level, I honestly don't know what effects that will have." "We can move the people in the building then. Clear the area before the explosion," Adolf said.

“Come on, let’s take a peak from afar. Nobody is gonna know.” Zadicus giggled, gesturing to them to go inside as they walked. They all stopped at the edge, on a fair distance there was a silver rock lying over an obsidian. “That’s Fiend Forgery.” Zadicus told them, pointing at the silver rock. “The silver one?” Persephone asked. “Yeah.” He nodded. “It looks pretty ordinary.” Kriss frowned, displeased at the sight.

The magic tickled my skin as it moved further up my body. Erik placed kisses down my neck and began moving toward my breasts again. I moaned as he nipped me, the pain lasting seconds before it was replaced with waves of pleasure as he licked and kissed them. Erik lowered me, my feet resting on the soft pebbles beneath them. I looked up into his emerald orbs. The darker green swirled around them. His eyes filled with want and need for me, lust and desire pouring through our bond. A flat Boulder sat on the edge of the bank behind us. I slowly stepped back. Erik followed my every move, stepping toward me. The coldness of the rock pressed up against my back as I leaned onto it. Erik lifted me, g