Up From The Depths Novels & Stories

It was like heaven had also become much, much closer. “Giovanni,” I cried, his name again aching my back, making him slide deeper into my throbbing pussycat. Giovanni’s hands moved under my body, clasping the cheeks of my bottom as he angled his thrusts. This time, he went so much deeper into me, and with every plunge of his length, it would rub against the sensitive nub of my flesh, making me gasp. I had thought that there would be no greater pleasure than what his thrusts were already giving me, but this—

Egad, this must be Eros's torture chamber. "Come quick, Luna Mia. We are not supposed to be down here." The maid told me so I nervously nodded my head at her. "Alpha Eros usually bathes himself down here, after he's done with his prisoners." She told me and my heart started beating faster and faster in my chest. I quickly got undressed and the maid dumped a bucket of cold water on my shoulders, I gasped at the feeling and she started apologizing to me in fear.

With haste, she inquired directly. "Ah, Doctor Johnson. I did not wish to trouble you, but I find myself in need of your help. The young heir of the illustrious Shaw lineage seeks a masterful doctor with the ability to cure Dermatographia Urticaria. His condition surpasses that of mere dermatographism." Mr. Turk divulged. 'He is attempting to rid himself of his ailment, but why? I am aware that he can already make contact with Abigail, as they have engaged in intercourse. Could it be that he is unable to touch his own son? Despite being family?' Kelsa pondered to herself.

Everything is in a slow motion. Seeing a faint ray of light above her. She felt her body drifting from the surface and falls deeper into the ocean. She tried to swim into the upwards but to no avail her body just keeps getting heavier-it gets harder to breathe each passing second. Her legs are cramped. She can barely manage a decent flutter kick.

Marcus Thorne's Sanctuary was a marvel of engineering—a massive, self-sustaining deep-sea habitat and server farm nestled in the absolute darkness of the Challenger Deep, the Mariana Trench. It was designed to survive a global nuclear war or a complete atmospheric collapse. For Marcus, it was the only place safe from the chaos he had intentionally created. Julian, Elias, and Kian immediately began preparations for the deep-sea journey, leaving Lena Sharma in the Curaçao bunker to manage the global comms blackout and the incoming flood of data.

We were having a gathering before graduation. My girlfriend and best friend were getting congratulated by the whole class. They had gained guaranteed spots into the campus' top course's postgraduate program. I was sitting in a corner, staring at the Hertford University offer that would ensure I went straight to my doctorate. I hesitated on making a decision for three days just for my girlfriend. Howard Herbson, my best friend, turned to me. He had a look of pity and condescension in his eyes as he said, "How about your job hunt? Don't worry. Not getting into the postgrad program isn't the end of the world. The lab's requirements are ridiculous. "It's going to be near impossible for you t

The thrill to explore how deep it is made me walk toward the corner and pose for a jump. The noise of the water that splashes when I plunge became audible inside the dome. My muscles started flexing as I begin to swim from the corner to the middle and then toward the end of the pea-sized swimming pool. It is more than six feet deep, no wonder because the wolves who use the pool are usually above six feet in height. "You didn't tell me you can shift into a mermaid apart from being a wolf."

Susan seemed shocked and said, “Who would’ve thought… what a complicated machine?” They had brought waterproof flashlights, so they could be switched on underwater. They watched as the walls rose rapidly and continued to lower to the bottom. Quincy was worried. “This place is so deep. It’d be hard to go back up there once we’ve reached the bottom.” Waltz replied. “What are you worried about? It’ll be fine in the end. Even if you could go back up there, you wouldn’t be able to escape. Did you want to feed those poisonous bugs?”

The motion dragged me with him, and I realized--- The pool barely reached his waist! His broad shoulders rose high above the surface, gleaming like carved obsidian under the dim light. He easily carried me above the surface, water rushing from our united bodies like small waterfalls. “That’s--- impossible!” I whispered, gaping at the obvious bottom. Sure it – like everything here really! – was black, but the silver lightning bolts and the glowing glimmer that looked like stars gave a clear indication of where the bottom was! “I don’t like deep waters,” he explained, as if that was only natural. And honestly, I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. That an apparent god didn’t like deep waters

One wrong move, and they could both drown in the depths. Diving without any equipment was a life-threatening endeavor. After just 20 seconds, Chantelle's face was flushed red, and she could not keep up anymore. Andrew cursed silently, grabbed her hand, and continued diving down. Yet, this underground river source seemed bottomless. The darkness below revealed nothing about its depth, and Chantelle was already showing signs of passing out, struggling desperately. Andrew turned around, wrapped his arms around her, and pressed his lips to hers. The usually cold woman's eyes widened with shock and indignation, but Andrew could not worry about decency. After transferring what little air he had le