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The Good Life: Combat Ready (ch. 48)

Cinder's hips spasmed in the air, her face buried in some pillows while a river of cum spilled out from her twitching pussy. Her firm ass was covered in it as well, as was her back. I took a step back to admire my handiwork, my cock covered in a glistening sheen of our combined fluids. I'd probably have to throw out the bed because the sheets were absolutely drenched with her cum and sweat. Reaching out, I delivered a hard slap to her ass, leaving a cherry-red handprint behind.

Cinder ...

Legends Never Die: Polite Words (ch. 84)

Becoming nobility came with some unfortunate costs that only made themselves known in hindsight. The social protocols that I benefited from, which made me someone that simply couldn't be ignored, also applied to others. Noble obligations, as Jill described it. An unspoken and elaborate web of social niceties that were expected to be upheld at all times. Most of it, despite my annoyance, was stuff I already knew -- such as treating the nobility with a base level of respect.

Most of my e...

Legends Never Die: The Wider World (ch. 83)

Things were different now that I was recognized nobility. I had already possessed everything that a noble did -- great wealth, a sizable army, and noble marriages. By that logic, I was one of the most powerful nobles in the Empire. The only others that could compare were the Strategos, and they were few in number. And if it came to a fight, I felt confident I would win.

Yet, I had lacked lands and a recognized noble name. Or, rather, the noble privileges that came with being recognized...

Legends Never Die: Understanding One's Value (ch. 82)

Hadi vowed to himself that he would never underestimate just how stupid the average person was ever again. It was a vow he made only in the confines of his own mind as he was seated upon a palanquin, waving at the crowd that cheered and chanted, celebrating their return. Prince Harun took his place at the front of the procession, and to Hadi's horror, he was placed directly behind him along with Yahya.

The people of Baghdad weren't capable of nuance. Or rational thought. They also seem...

Legends Never Die: Desire for Creation (ch. 81)

“A truce?” I echoed upon hearing the news, two weeks after Gerald had set sail for Denmark and Norway. A full month since we raided up and down the coast. I scratched at my bearded chin, my gaze flickering over to Astrid and Jill, while Michalis sat across from me. Like each time I saw him, he was dressed richer than before -- he had started wearing thick golden rings around each finger, his clothing was adorned with gold and silver.

I was likely very close to completing his quest....

Best of Intentions: Come Sweet Death (ch. 3)

"I cannot believe this is working," Jill marveled as I fought to keep a smirk off of my face, adjusting my hard hat and my bright orange reflective vest as I finished tying off the caution tape to some of those orange and white barrel things. I was blocking off an entrance to the metro station, and it was working like a charm. People saw the caution tape and decided to move on to the next station.

"What's more likely -- that construction is actually being done or that two random people...

Best of Intentions: The Pretender (ch. 3)

“THE DEAD SHALLL RISSSEEE! FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES IF YOU SEE PEOPLE WITH SUSPICIOUS BITE WOUNDS OR SHOOT THEM IN THE HEAD!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, throwing out pamphlets like they were confetti, causing as much of a ruckus as I possibly could. As it turned out, hospitals don’t have much in the way of security, though I did have a mall cop that was chasing me around the hospital. He was lucky he worked in a hospital because I’m pretty sure he was about to be driven to a heart ...

Best of Intentions: Weight of the World (ch. 2)

“No,” Jill answered rather curtly. The gun was unwavering and I had no idea what to do with my hands. Should I keep them raised? But I was holding a glass of OJ, so couldn’t that be considered a weapon? Because getting hit in the face with a glass and getting OJ in the eyes were equally painful, in my experience. However, modesty told me that I should be covering up my privates now.

So, compromise. I covered my junk with a hand and kept the glass of OJ high in the air, trying to ...

Never Fade Away: Epilogue (ch. 68) (Complete)

The world didn't stop for anyone. Not even for the man that took it behind the shed and shot it between the eyes.

A year ago, the world died. A century of generational momentum brought to an abrupt stop. Stopped by one man making a decision and deciding that enough was enough. Every world leader was dead. Every Corpo exec was dead. Governors, Mayors, team leads for Corpo divisions -- the head had been cut off the snake, and the rest of humanity spent a year thrashing blindly. It would ...

Best of Intentions: The Pretender (ch. 3)

“THE DEAD SHALLL RISSSEEE! FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES IF YOU SEE PEOPLE WITH SUSPICIOUS BITE WOUNDS OR SHOOT THEM IN THE HEAD!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, throwing out pamphlets like they were confetti, causing as much of a ruckus as I possibly could. As it turned out, hospitals don’t have much in the way of security, though I did have a mall cop that was chasing me around the hospital. He was lucky he worked in a hospital because I’m pretty sure he was about to be driven to a heart ...

Best of Intentions: Weight of the World (ch. 2)

This is the placeholder story I mentioned while I put the finishing touches on A Golden Path. It shouldn't run on too long, just a couple of weeks, but it didn't feel right that my biggest tippers didn't get anything in the meantime.

This is a continuation of This prompt in the idea pile, so if you need a refresher, then click the link!

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“No,” Jill answered rather curtly. T...

Never Fade Away: Epilogue (ch. 68) (Complete)

The world didn't stop for anyone. Not even for the man that took it behind the shed and shot it between the eyes.

A year ago, the world died. A century of generational momentum brought to an abrupt stop. Stopped by one man making a decision and deciding that enough was enough. Every world leader was dead. Every Corpo exec was dead. Governors, Mayors, team leads for Corpo divisions -- the head had been cut off the snake, and the rest of humanity spent a year thrashing blindly. It would ...

Never Fade Away: The Rebel Path (ch. 67)

The future was a strange thing. Immaterial, formless, yet that was only because the reaction to one's actions hadn't manifested. Waking up with the future, all possible futures, in my head was something of an unpleasant experience. Not the worst thing I've experienced, but definitely up there. A solid seven out of ten in terms of suckage.

I ran a hand through my hair, my gaze falling on a guitar. It wasn't mine. Johnny stole that one. So, I was stealing his. Johnny's skill bled throug...

A Couple of Announcements

A couple of things have come up, so I'll go down them in order of importance.

First order of the day is that I've had some IRL stuff come up which make my ability to update next week spotty. And since it's been a couple of months since I've taken a week off, it felt like I might as well make the best of a bad time. So, there will be no updates between the 19th to the 26th with the exception of Never Fade Away and Best of Intentions. NFA has two chapters left, and I don't want to put an...

The Good Life: Atom Bomb Baby (ch. 50)

“That stupid, vicious whore,” Cinder snarled, clenching her jaw as she looked out at the battlefield where a small, localized, mushroom cloud was blossoming above the shattered skyline. A mini-nuke, Cinder knew. She recognized the smaller atomic explosions -- both because she had seen plenty of them in the two weeks since they started pushing into Boston and because she had witnessed first hand what a true nuclear explosion looked like.

It wasn't the explosion that drew her ire. It...

The Good Life: Swing Doors (ch. 49)

“War… war never changes,” General Nora muttered underneath her breath just loud enough for Preston to hear. Then, louder, she continued, “It was said back in my time that the next war after the Third World War would be fought with sticks and stones. We're not that bad off, but it's closer to the truth than I'd want to admit.” She said, leaning over a table that had maps of the Wasteland on it.

The Castle was back in Minutemen hands, and it was busier than it had ever been bef...

The Good Life: Combat Ready (ch. 48)

Cinder's hips spasmed in the air, her face buried in some pillows while a river of cum spilled out from her twitching pussy. Her firm ass was covered in it as well, as was her back. I took a step back to admire my handiwork, my cock covered in a glistening sheen of our combined fluids. I'd probably have to throw out the bed because the sheets were absolutely drenched with her cum and sweat. Reaching out, I delivered a hard slap to her ass, leaving a cherry-red handprint behind.

Cinder ...

The Good Life: Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall (ch. 47)

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“Oh, Monsieur Law~! It is simply too much!” Curie gasped underneath me, her breasts heaving with every powerful thrust that made her plump ass ripple from the force. Her pussy gripped my cock in a velvety vice, eagerly t...

A Fun Time: Orange Island 2.3 (ch. 7)

"Ehh? You're the one that beat Buggy? You don't look like much," The Navy Commander remarked, and I had to say, he was a character and a half based on looks alone. The guy was around ten feet tall if he wasn't ten feet tall outright. I barely came to his chest and I was pretty tall at six five. The guy was built like a brick shit house too, with a barrel chest, thick arms that seemed barely able to contain his white suit, and a coat resting on his shoulders though without his arms through it....

Legends Never Die: The Wider World (ch. 83)

Things were different now that I was recognized nobility. I had already possessed everything that a noble did -- great wealth, a sizable army, and noble marriages. By that logic, I was one of the most powerful nobles in the Empire. The only others that could compare were the Strategos, and they were few in number. And if it came to a fight, I felt confident I would win.

Yet, I had lacked lands and a recognized noble name. Or, rather, the noble privileges that came with being recognized...

Legends Never Die: Understanding One's Value (ch. 82)

Hadi vowed to himself that he would never underestimate just how stupid the average person was ever again. It was a vow he made only in the confines of his own mind as he was seated upon a palanquin, waving at the crowd that cheered and chanted, celebrating their return. Prince Harun took his place at the front of the procession, and to Hadi's horror, he was placed directly behind him along with Yahya.

The people of Baghdad weren't capable of nuance. Or rational thought. They also seem...

Legends Never Die: Recognition (ch. 81)

“A truce?” I echoed upon hearing the news, two weeks after Gerald had set sail for Denmark and Norway. A full month since we raided up and down the coast. I scratched at my bearded chin, my gaze flickering over to Astrid and Jill, while Michalis sat across from me. Like each time I saw him, he was dressed richer than before -- he had started wearing thick golden rings around each finger, his clothing was adorned with gold and silver.

I was likely very close to completing his quest....

Legends Never Die: Desire for Creation (ch. 80)

It took another two weeks for us to hear the truth of the battle between the Romans and the Abbasids. The battle had been a series of clashes -- the Romans attacked the Abbasids outside of a castle, breaking their siege, before defeating them in the field. After that, the Abbasids began to retreat, only to find themselves pursued by the Romans, where they clashed in the field once more. It was in that battle that Prince Hadi was killed, and I also heard that the Caliph Al-Mhadi had been wound...

Life's Tough on the Rim: The Best Laid Plans (ch. 3)

Sweat dripped off my body, just barely kept out of my face by a sweatband that pushed my black hair back. I breathed in deeply and let out the breath slowly, all to avoid cramps as I mindlessly ran on the treadmill that was part of the loot I got for killing Muscular.

I had always been something of a gym rat. I worked out whenever I felt like shit, and I generally felt like shit. And I had a lot of reasons to feel like shit lately.

A week had passed, and that was enough time for...

Best of Intentions (Resident Evil/DnD) ch. 2

This is the placeholder story I mentioned while I put the finishing touches on A Golden Path. It shouldn't run on too long, just a couple of weeks, but it didn't feel right that my biggest tippers didn't get anything in the meantime.

This is a continuation of This prompt in the idea pile, so if you need a refresher, then click the link!

...

“No,” Jill answered rather curtly. ...

Never Fade Away: Epilogue (ch. 68) (Complete)

The world didn't stop for anyone. Not even for the man that took it behind the shed and shot it between the eyes.

A year ago, the world died. A century of generational momentum brought to an abrupt stop. Stopped by one man making a decision and deciding that enough was enough. Every world leader was dead. Every Corpo exec was dead. Governors, Mayors, team leads for Corpo divisions -- the head had been cut off the snake, and the rest of humanity spent a year thrashing blindly. It would ...

Never Fade Away: The Rebel Path (ch. 67)

The future was a strange thing. Immaterial, formless, yet that was only because the reaction to one's actions hadn't manifested. Waking up with the future, all possible futures, in my head was something of an unpleasant experience. Not the worst thing I've experienced, but definitely up there. A solid seven out of ten in terms of suckage.

I ran a hand through my hair, my gaze falling on a guitar. It wasn't mine. Johnny stole that one. So, I was stealing his. Johnny's skill bled throug...

Never Fade Away: I Won't Let You Go (ch. 66)

“What the hell do you mean, ‘We won?’ You were gone for like… two hours, L. There are movies that last longer, even after you cut out all the adverts. What the fuck did you even do?” Becca openly gaped at L, struggling to process what she had just heard. She thought she was well used to his particular brand of insane bullshit, but this took the cake. He arrived, saying he wanted a shower, and the whole ‘defeating of an advanced alien galactic community’ was an afterthought. Like...

The Good Life: Swing Doors (ch. 49)

“War… war never changes,” General Nora muttered underneath her breath just loud enough for Preston to hear. Then, louder, she continued, “It was said back in my time that the next war after the Third World War would be fought with sticks and stones. We're not that bad off, but it's closer to the truth than I'd want to admit.” She said, leaning over a table that had maps of the Wasteland on it.

The Castle was back in Minutemen hands, and it was busier than it had ever been bef...

The Good Life: Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall (ch. 48)

Cinder's hips spasmed in the air, her face buried in some pillows while a river of cum spilled out from her twitching pussy. Her firm ass was covered in it as well, as was her back. I took a step back to admire my handiwork, my cock covered in a glistening sheen of our combined fluids. I'd probably have to throw out the bed because the sheets were absolutely drenched with her cum and sweat. Reaching out, I delivered a hard slap to her ass, leaving a cherry-red handprint behind.

Cinder ...