X Centaurus Ch. 13

When Samantha was a young girl a priestess by the name of Nataly had visited her village, curing their crops of the blight that would have ruined them among numerous other wonders. Samantha asked of Nataly, "Can I grow up and have the power to help people like you?" Nataly replied, "We all have the power to help people, the goddess merely helps." From that day onward she decided she wanted to be a priestess too. Of course, back then she had not really understood what that decision meant. Now, 6 years later, and very far from the quiet village of Averglen, Samantha was standing straight as she could and doing her best not to peek sideways at the other girls. They stood in a line facing the high priestess as she lectured them. Some of the girls positively emanated pride while others looked as if they feared they might be struck. "...For the Goddess asks much and gives little" The high priestess continued, the dark blue dress that symbolized her office flow

To all, I decided, to do a two-chapter story on Lord Drew's Daughter Aya. Of course, all my plans went to hell and its now a Three-chapter story. I am working on chapter three next so there should be only a week or so wait. She is below age, therefore there will be NO SEX with her in the room, but the adults will play, maybe in the third chapter. I also must apologize if you are not familiar with the other strings I am running. This is not a stand-alone story. Chapter 1 has focused on her growth in Cat culture and the beginnings of her adventure. Chapter two will deal with the repercussions of that adventure and chapter three will be her escape from her own adventure and into another one. Any aliens, real or imagined, are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind. I thank everyone so much for reading my stories and enjoying them. As we enter and play in this year of 2021, please stay safe and sane. * * * * * "Where the fuck are we, navigator?" Biani stated wit

"Door's open," Matt shouted from the bedroom where he was getting Aidan dressed. It was the second Saturday that Seamus was babysitting so Matt could study. He'd gotten a small taste of freedom the weekend before and now he was practically giddy in anticipation. The joy of an uninterrupted study sesh outweighed any worries or guilt he held about not being at the café or the fact Seamus was once again babysitting. Seamus leaned against the bedroom door with his hands in his pocket. He wore the same thing he always wore, really nice jeans and a plain t-shirt that hugged his body. Today it was plum purple with a gray, unzipped hoodie. "Looks like you're ready to study," Seamus tilted his head toward the living room. "Yes," Matt said with a little too much enthusiasm. "It's so good. I can't thank you enough for taking Aidan. Part of me wants to tell you that you don't need to do this for me but mostly I want to sit in my living r

Note: All persons in this story are 18 and over. Furthermore, all events that take place in the story are of a fictional nature. I am a lonely sex-starved single Mum that can no longer control my urges for young, tight pussy. The pornographic photos and videos of their sweet young cunts being used and abused, well, they're no longer enough. My increasingly disturbing fantasies about caressing and fucking young schoolgirls have spilt over into reality, and most recently, I fucked my daughter's best friend at their sleep-over. This is my filthy confession. My daughter's been best friends with a girl named Allie for the past year. Allie has this tight little body, she has the most adorable tiny breasts, long dark hair and pale, innocent, blue eyes that make her look afraid when you look at her closely. Everything about her makes me want to dominate her, claim her. She's been around for tea a few times; she's even stayed over once or twice. Stopping myself from bend

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I was very unhappy about the turn my life had taken. First my parents had died of COVID back in January, just a few months before the vaccine would have been available. Then my wife got killed by a drunk driver yesterday. I went from having a small but tight-knit family to having nobody, in a ten-week span. Fuck this. Time to end it all. I walked out to the woods and headed for the cave. Nobody ever used the cave, so I wouldn't be found for a long time. I stepped just into the entranceway. I drew my knife and put it against my wrist. "And just what are you doing?" I looked around and saw a petite woman. Her face had a few wrinkle lines, so she had to be at least 30, but the rest of her was very well maintained. Me, not so much: at 33 I looked like someone in their 40's. I could see just how well maintained she was, because she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. Her black hair was straight and short. She was maybe five feet tall, if that, and quite thin. Sli