Lesbian Sci-fi Novels & Stories

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

No girls who play baseball ever complained about having to wear tight pants, but I couldn't help feeling a bit self-conscious. "You always look like you're thinking," Charlotte said, causing me to turn my head to her. The laptop screen cast a glow on her face. My heart lurched forward when she didn't look away. Her eyes seemed like they couldn't decide between green or blue. If I leaned another inch forward, not only our thighs were met but our lips too. It began to feel as if there was a magnetic pull coming from her. But suddenly I heard Stefanie's big voice as she barged into the room.

I raised my hands, revealing those long cocooned hands that I disliked. I noticed Leo's disdainful eyes and felt very sad. If he treated me half as well as Flora, my hands would not be so ugly. Fortunately, Caitlyn Christian was still on my side, speaking for me. "Leo, how dare you let Abbi Miller do such a thing? She's your mate!" "I don't have a mate like her, she also has her own boyfriend, and she also made an alibi for her, didn't she?" Leo looked at me coldly.

This is an explicit adult anthology intended for mature readers only. It contains highly steamy, graphic scenes of lesbian sex between consenting adult women. --- In the heat of forbidden cravings and stolen moments, women surrender to their deepest, wettest desires. Sapphic Desires is a scorching collection of passionate W/W erotica, where soft curves press together, eager tongues explore, and trembling bodies lose themselves in raw, dripping pleasure. From a defiant student’s impulsive kiss in her strict teacher’s office—leading to hungry fingers, sucking lips on aching nipples, and intense, moaning climaxes—to an unexpected visitor who joins the fray, turning shock into a slick,

"What kind of creature needs a High Council containment vessel to keep it leashed?" "I'm a Fringe rat, Alpha," I lied smoothly, maintaining eye contact. "Just a human with bad luck." A low, vibrating growl tore from his chest. "Do not lie to me. I felt your power. I saw your eyes shift. The Moon Goddess tethered my soul to yours. You are my Mate." "A glitch in the cosmic algorithm," I countered, my voice dripping with cold, clinical detachment. "A system error. Lycans and... humans... don't mate. Your Goddess made a mathematical error."

"Elena, if the Southern Council has been using the Lunar Base to power the Solstice mirrors, they won't just let us dock. We’re a fly heading for a spider’s web." "Then we'll be the fly that carries the plague," I replied, my voice hardening. I tapped the console, bringing up the long-range scanners Aris had installed. "The Matriarch thinks she’s safe because she’s thirty thousand miles above the law. She thinks my blood is just a battery for her machines. She’s about to find out that the White Lycan Queen doesn't just rule the woods. I rule the tides that the Moon creates." I began to unbuckle my harness. As the straps fell away, my body lifted. It was a strange, disorienting sensation—the

Lisa's POV As we walk out of the room, Frances' strength seems to come back bit by bit. We pass a couple of empty cells before coming to a much larger cell holding two women and the rest of the order. Klaus' words come to my mind. The women are both demigods from Elipson. I need to be careful around them.

I'm sure Esme wouldn't want to either but, I don't know, I think she wouldn't mind that because she will always be the Queen in my life. "She'll get used to it," I answered simply. Why explain something important to me? So far I don't need other people's opinions because I know what is good for me. What pleasure excites me? Gamma Werewolf female and Alpha Lycan female. Both are safe for me to make a slave without feelings. I talked to him for a long time and watched to see where the Lycans he ordered were to take Esme out of the Wolverse. He looks at the photo he took and believes it is Esme who went back into the black hole and disappeared. "Finished,"

“Do you think he will notice I'm not back??? “ I mumbled, feeling sad because he did not appear like someone who would care if I was back or not… I stood up and my nose got heavy. The scent got stronger, more like it coming from behind. Fear ran down my spine, I sensed no fear from Lexie and that kept me rest assured it was something she could handle all on her own. “A rogue. Not one, but two.” My eyes widened. I turned around and my gaze landed on the rogues. They were positioned to bounce on me any moment. “You have Tristan's scent all over you.” the female rogue uttered furryly. “Oh, I do???” I chuckled, "I'm the Luna, of course, I should.” I mumbled, and it fueled their anger more.