Lower Decks Ao3 Novels & Stories

Chapter 14: Stacks and Sin Cassandra’s POV “Alexander, someone could walk down this aisle any second,” I whispered urgently, my back pressed against the tall library shelves in the dimly lit basement stacks. My short skirt was already bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He didn’t care. His tall, athletic body pinned me there, one strong hand covering my mouth while the other shoved three thick fingers deep into my soaked pussy. His hazel-green eyes burned into mine in the low light.

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Chapter 2: Descent into the Abyss Dawn’s first light filtered through the cracks in the ancient ruins as I lay entangled with the three Demon Princes, my body a testament to their insatiable claiming. Every curve ached in the most delicious way—my heavy breasts marked with bites and suction, my soft belly and wide hips glistening with dried cum, my thick thighs sticky and trembling from the hours of being stretched and filled. The ritual altar beneath us was slick with our combined essences, the air heavy with the scent of sulfur, sex, and power. Azrael’s massive arm draped possessively over my waist, his golden eyes watching me with a mix of satisfaction and growing obsession. Thorne’s silv

Xavier had planned the rooms well enough to give everyone on each deck adequate privacy. The deck under the Alphas was occupied by their betas, and from there to the ground floor, the decks were occupied according to hierarchy. Leaving the ground floors for the Omegas. The pack's gammas occupied the two decks above the Omegas. They were literally the pack's warriors and Xavier had figured having them close to the ground floor would be advantageous. A notion she strongly supported. She thought it was smart to have the pack's fighters closer to the cave entrance in case of attacks. They were natural fighters and had physical attributes that distinguish them for that purpose.

Zesh bows out of respect and then leaves for the garden entrance. The low-born finds his way pacing through the hallway of rooms. At the very end of the pathway, he sees the masterful room that surely is the fire lord’s but on the right side of the wall, he sees the door that belongs to Leon. Before the low-born approaches the door, he takes a good look at those glass-stained windows that are mounted on the walls. The depiction of their family and all its glory. It brings a distasteful look to the elf’s face. Rather it was being in a house of masters or a place he felt unwanted, a steer of sinister intent bellows within the elf. Finally, he makes it to Leon’s room. Though he notices that the

The air in the subterranean kitchens of Silver Ridge was suffocating. Dozens of low-ranking omegas and unbonded servants moved through the flickering torchlight like ghosts, their faces hollow and their shoulders perpetually bent under the weight of heavy iron pots and massive sacks of winter grain.

As the husk faded away Alicia was lowered down onto the cobblestone floor. The other two husks steadily worked into her and only picked up their pace as they neared climax. Alicia was moaning loudly around the cock in her mouth as the three of them climaxed together. Delicious chilled spunk poured into her from both sides and drove her wild. Every orgasm and load of husk spunk was better than the last. As the two of them faded away it was only Alicia and five husks remaining.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

He gripped the obsidian hilt of the Lunar Dagger so hard his knuckles turned a bloodless white. "Underneath?" Fenris landed beside them, the impact making the rusted metal groan. The massive hybrid’s breathing was a wet, guttural rasp. He wiped a smear of black sludge from his snout, his red-gold eyes narrowing at the dark surface below. "The Drowned District belongs to the Siphoner eels and the Vamps. We’re in a goddamn barrel, and they’re starting to shoot."

CHAPTER 30: THE PULSE OF THE GUT The neon lights of the Scrapper Slums didn't shine; they bled. They were jagged, neon wounds that dripped electric pink and toxic green into the oily, knee-deep puddles of the lower wards. Here, in the "Gut"—the absolute deepest, most rotted level of the Aethelgard underworld—the air wasn't for breathing; it was for enduring. It tasted of rusted copper, recycled oxygen, and the desperate sweat of thousands of souls the Spires had forgotten.