Wicked Wednesday

Of Vikings and Pirates

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"My love, are you there?" Koke's eyes snapped open. "Alrik?" she hissed. "I hear you, where are you?" Her eyes searched the scattered corpses around her. She had dispatched all without rousing suspicions, but if Alrik saw her like this he would be frightened. Blood from around her mouth was wiped off on the sleeve of the, now dead, whipman. "I am here!" "We are coming!" We? Who was we? She had fed upon his crew. Who did Alrik have with him? She decided that the blood upon her naked body would add sympathy, so left it alone and went to the door. A small window near the top of the far wall showed that sunlight was dwindling. A good thing, as she could deal with only so much light before her energy would drain. These [Read more...]

The Bloody French

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Viking Sword by Søren Niedziella

He was an expert. His hand snapped the whip and it struck like a licking flame across her back. Koke screamed. "Tell what happened! This need not continue." Her hands were bound in front of her, and her naked body laid overtop a box. Brunette hair fell forward hard and wet from sweat. The whip struck again. Pain seared through her. Though they were limited in ways to kill her, Koke still felt the pain. "There were vikings and known pirates, all dead. More than one hundred. How did you survive?" It helped that his words were in English, but she still would not tell him. Having hidden so long in the plain sight of humans, she was not afraid of this idiot, but she needed more than just him and his assistant to be here. There had been at [Read more...]

Azores and Revelations of Evil

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Koke rode Alrik. She crouched, raising and lowering her hips. Her lips accepted his erection and drenched it in her juices as she stroked it within her. Hands on his chest for balance, she kept a rhythm to the beat of the crashing waves. Her ample dark breasts bounced in the moonlight, as though gravity were afraid to hold her. His blue eyes looked to see his erection appear, and disappear, between her legs. The frigid water of a dying wave touched his shoulder. The Full Moon laid among the stars and kept watch, bright and true. A dog howled in the darkness. Stronger waves crashed bringing water to touch Alrik's neck. Koke's rhythm increased and strengthened. Her hands drifted up to Alrik's throat. She squeezed. Water touched his legs [Read more...]

Shipyards and Shadows of Byzantines

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Midnight Moon by James Loesch

Koke screamed feeling the Viking's erection driving into her causing her knees almost to give out. Her hands each held another cock for balance and, luckily for the one in front, she had released him from her mouth before the scream without biting down. She turned to look back at the campfire where Alrik watched the shadowed orgy. Alrik grinned at his Mongol whore as she played with his crew. He had chosen his crew of twenty-four very carefully, not only for their skills but their lack of superstitions. Thus, having a whore from the Orient onboard for their journey home made them excited rather than fearful. "She's so small," Gust said with a laugh as the sun had begun rising across Bosporus. The crew had gathered at the shipyard on the [Read more...]

First Trick

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Author's note:  this is part three of the Snow Nymphs. Rock hard is how she would have described it. It, being the cock standing at attention in front of her that had some serious length to it. It stood with a slight side-to-side waiver as it awaited her to do something. I could devour it, she thought, but she knew that was not allowed here. Come on Beverly, you're just here to give a happy ending to the massage. Her nailtips reached forward and tickled at his scrotum. To her, with the scrotum goose bumps it looked like a pink lunar surface. Fingers moving higher, they wrapped around the base of his monster. I'm going to have trouble resisting this, she thought knowing that a pussy-slide was part of her normal service. She had fucked [Read more...]

Ms. Sampson’s Decision

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Author's note: This is the second part of Snow Nymphs.  This is also my first attempt at horror-erotica. As luck has it, this week's Wicked Wednesday is "decisions". Are you ready? "So, let's talk Snow Nymphs." The room filled with the low rumble of locker room-style uncomfortable laughter. Sergeant Arnold Roland stood in front of the assembled officers and wished it were summer. In summer he rode a motorcycle in downtown Calgary. He would police along 3rd Avenue, talk to the hookers, chase away johns, and just enjoy the mountain air as he chased the bad guys in the growing oil-city. Much as he enjoyed winter, with its sports and mountainscape view of the Rocky Mountains to the city's west, he did not enjoy the job in that season. "I [Read more...]

In the Key of Pink

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Black Boots 61 by Ayanami No03

press play... Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting. Her heart thumped hard as the heels of her black thigh boots clicked across the wooden floor. Why did the music have to go quiet now? Her eyes travelled over him...his short brown hair, white shirt and black tie...and she wondered what he hid beneath the table. With the broadness of his shoulders, she imagined it to be big. The longneck bottle on the table lifted to his lips as his eyes still had not found her. Or was he pretending not to notice? Watching him suck on that tip made her shiver. She already wanted to suck on his tip and ride him. The opening chords of Pink Floyd's One Slip now [Read more...]

Penetration of a Cock Worshiper

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Unknown Model in Alexander Wang Knee Highs by stilettobootlover_83

Amy lowered herself onto the erection with a sigh and squeaks from her thigh PVC boots. She loved the initial feeling when the warm head parted her lips and pushed in. Her leg muscles relaxed as she sat back on him and just enjoyed the full feeling. However, Clancy, here was a big guy. Certainly he was bigger than average and it was noticeable. His hips were strong and, were he on top, this would be a pounding fuck that would likely leave Amy sore for days. His rippled abs were the perfect spot for a woman riding him to place her hands for balance. Her estimate was, with the average guy being five and a half inches erect, Clancy was closer to eight or nine inches. It really did not matter as, for now, the cock was hers and she was lost in [Read more...]