A rainy day in the office. Long and grueling as numbers melt together in an excel, and insincere emails flooded the network's overhead. He sat steadily clacking ceramic keys before a window with a view. In the reflection of the window, something reflective, curvy and dark. Very audible clothing with a squirk and scrunch cloaked the sound of stilettos. Closing in, her white, flowing shirt and a PVC` bottom's zipper defined. She sets a large case down, and gives a puffy creak and crackle as she sa

20th Year of the 10th Age, Early Spring
In the Skies near the Floating Island of Okka, Southwestern Llelenora, the Continent of Allara
The high elf Ruhiel Sellara recalled the day she had been chosen as the Welkin Maiden. The clouds had looked like they wanted to dump enough rain to flood the world, yet not a single drop fell. Instead the wind had blown and guided the clerics of Aurasu to her. The clerics had taken her from her humble home on her humble farming island with the blessings of her p

20th Year of the 10th Age, Early Spring
An Unknown Floating Island, Southwestern Llelenora, the Continent of Allara
Akino Sora looked over his reflection in the crystal clear water of the artificial spring. Dark blue hair that seemed to perpetually cover one eye no matter how he styled it, a set of black rimmed, square glasses, that same light skin tone and those same slate grey eyes. Even his Hiro Academy uniform was still intact. That is to say, he looked completely the same as the reflection

A listless sigh escaped the lips of Konoko Shirogane as she lied on the floor of her home eyes glued to the screen of her phone hovering above her face. Some would say it was pure magic how the device just floated there and they wouldn't be wrong, but not right either. Looking close enough would reward the viewer with the sight of the thinnest strands of black holding the device and if they were capable of looking hard enough the strands could be traced back to the black silky locks of the shrin

I come out of my room and see Adam waiting by the kitchen table. His eye catches mine and he smiles. I smile back, fighting the urge to roll my eyes, because I know for a fact that beneath that soft and gentle face of his lies a kinky, wild, and almost chaotic personality.
I often think about how I was able to resist his teasing for so long. Then again, I wasn’t really opening myself up to him in the way that I do now. Since then, whenever he comes onto me, it’s like I’m hit wi