Responsibility Ch. 29

Welcome back, everyone, or for the first time! Again, sincere apologies for the gap between chapters. Real life has once again gotten completely out of hand. This chapter is longer by a stretch than the others, and has a lot of build-up and exposition before the naughty bits at the end. That being said, Chapter Seven will be very heavy on the action and erotica, and lighter on the plot. As usual, a little bit of non-narrative description before we jump in: this is a world where "settled peoples" would probably never travel more than a day's walk from the place they were born. Even nomads or herders like Leotie's people would tread the same trails and paths following game or pasture generation after generation. The idea of one city-state marching an army over the hills to conquer another one and then trying to govern the conquered territory is absolutely a new and unfamiliar concept for these peoples. So too, is a journey like the one Kiravi has embarked on, or a pro

[This is a story about Injection fetish. If you've never read those two words in that sequence and don't know what it is, this is going to be boring for you. You've been warned.] +I appreciate all feedback. Better if it's direct. +All characters are 18+. *** It was a regular Monday at the college. I was having a very bland lunch in the canteen when the screen of my phone lit up. A WhatsApp text from Ayesha. I quickly opened it. "I'm finally back in Mumbai. And I'm craving some vitamins. (Winky Face Emoji 2x)" "Finally! Something good on a bloody Monday!" I thought to myself. Ayesha was a fellow Injection Fetishist. We met a year ago. I was in my third year of medical degree and at the time was interning at a small clinic. Ayesha was a junior college student who lived right next to the clinic and often visited the clinic for common illnesses. I was interning as an assistant to the doctor and had met Ayesha on a few occasions. The clinic was

--//-- Part One --//-- It was a slow night. An achingly slow night. Not that we're ever exactly thriving but tonight was an exception. I had a couple come through and buy some lube about an hour ago, and now there was a singular dude who was inspecting the whole damn store with a bewildered expression. I wondered how he found himself here- it's almost like he had no idea he was walking into a sex shop when he walked up the stairs. He was picking things up and inspecting them, and dropping them like they burnt him as he worked out what they were. It was kind of funny to watch actually. He kept checking his phone and sighing. I guess he was killing time. I guess when the only things open at this time of night are bars, us, and the haunted house next door, perusing a sex store isn't the worst way to keep you occupied. He glanced up at me after almost an hour of investigation and gave me a weird look I couldn't decipher. Usually I read people pretty well. Most of them a

1. All characters are 18+ 2. No characters represent real people 3. Enjoy the fiction * Baseball Ch. 3 - Sliding into Home I got on the team bus Monday morning, and my phone dinged. A text from Casey. "You should change my name in your phone to a different name, in case someone looks over your shoulder." I replied back, "What should I call you?" "Pick a name" "Bambi" She responded with a laughing emoji, followed by "something less stripper-y perhaps" I thought about it for a bit, then texted back, "What's your middle name?" "Anne, but I don't like that either" "How about Allie?" "Sounds good, you can use that. Have a good trip" So Casey's name in my phone became Allie. I took a nap in the afternoon, then texted Allie I the evening, after we'd arrived in Scranton. I went to dinner with a few guys, then they dragged me to a bar. Casey was right, there were several team-chasing wom

Irakly wanted to have a fine appearance, as many humans do. Goodness, even many insects were known for grooming. He felt no shame in spending a few moments indulging in his vanity, dressing up and such. After all, he was meant to visit his wife soon, and he wanted to have her full attention. He chose a long tunic of a pale yellow color. Black lotus flowers and little red circles between each bloom had been stitched in that fabric. His fitted sleeves, neckline, and hemline all had thick white borders with blue stars. He put on recently knitted black stockings with barely ever worn blue velvet shoes. He tied his hair back into a looped braid and put on one of his more elegant caps, a blue one with a partially upturned brim and a little white feather. Aside from a short chain of silver over his neck and a golden ring on a finger, he had no jewelry. There was little need to burden one's movement with too many of those pretty things. His Majesty spent more time plucking away unwanted h