Author Archives: Loki

Off the rails…


Pretty sure we didn’t set the train tracks up to veer across the road, across what was sea bed until late last week, and under a massive slip. Perhaps the most unbelievable thing about this picture though, is the fact that you’re looking at the remains of what had been the major national highway in the south island. That was our good road.

Well, fuck.

So there was a large series of severe-ish earthquakes last night which sent us scrambling for higher ground in the wake of vague but ominous tsunami alerts and sirens which were activated about two hours too late, but blared until well past dawn to make up for their tardiness. There’s nothing quite like curling up in bed after a long night of evacuations with the horns of doom sounding in the mid-distance while being gently rocked by multiple aftershocks. Such a cozy feeling.

We’re fine though, so that is good. Lesbia to continue soonish.

A Naughty Princess Is Punished…

Never cross a goddess…

“You,” she said in a voice which sounded like magma flowing from the caldera of an increasingly active volcano… “are trouble. Trouble is punished.”

“I don’t care if you punish me,” Nive said bravely. “I don’t want to be here, and I will not make it easy for you.”

There was a pause in which the dark lines swirled viciously across the goddess’ face, only her eyes remaining constantly burning into Nive’s indignant gaze.

“Do not forget,” Ariadne replied. “I tried to make this pleasant for you. What is about to happen, is entirely your own fault.”

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Has updated! And we finally find out just what makes Nive so special… (aside from her rampant and cheerful promiscuity, of course.)

“Send me back,” she said. “Or I will handle you in a way only a princess can.”

Ariadne was not a large woman. She was a relatively diminutive figure in fact, and yet when Nive made the threat, the shadows gathered around her and made her seem larger than herself. The dark swirls which swam in her skin formed thick bands across her eyes and mouth and the very world seemed to bend around her. It would have been a frightening display if Nive were not so determined to take her fate into her own hands.

Her father would come for her, of that she was certain. But she was tired of waiting.

“The witch wanted me for a reason, the same reason you wanted me,” Nive said. “But I tell you now, you do not want me. Neither of you. If you knew what I was…”

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Ladies In The Woods…

Another Lesbia update, now with more ladies in more trees…

A shiver passed through the party as they passed through the invisible barrier between one forest and another. The trees did not change, but the world did. It became sharper. It became heavier. It became darker. The sun was hotter, beating through the leaves, a syrup thick wind inhaled in their lungs – and upon that wind, the scents of the animal world. Decaying leaf mold, insects and birds and hunting animals and scattered prey.

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I updated Lesbia. With words, as usual.

Slow rays of morning sun crept through the leaves of the enchanted forest and eventually trickled down to the tent where Kira, Ayla and Hope were sleeping. Hope was in one bed by herself, while Kira and Ayla lay entwined upon a cot which was far too small for either of them.

Kira woke first, her eyes opening to see Hope splayed out on the bed looking about as comfortable as it was possible to look. Her dark hair was mussed against the pillow, the corners of her lips turned up in a gentle smile which made Kira feel almost… she pushed the word away before she could think it.

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At the end of the world…

A goddess reflects….

Ariadne looked out over Lesbia, her golden eyes taking in the ancient vistas. The years in which she had been deprived of such a view had awakened her to an appreciation of it, and the elements which made it up. Perhaps she had been softened by loss. In the old days, it had been about the battle for magic. She had protected the witches of the land. Now witches were naught but legend and a new goddess had risen in the cities, a goddess with no eyes, no mouth, a goddess of levers and light and motion.

The world was forever making itself anew, but amid it all, Ayla was fighting the old battle.

Ayla. It always seemed to come back to Ayla, Ariadne mused. All mortals were nodes on the web, but some were more central than others. Ayla was easily the oldest mortal in Lesbia, and yet she was still not entirely mature. She was setting out to fight a ruthless king, not because she had to, but because she wanted to. The rage so carefully concealed in her was seeking an outlet and she was losing the battle with it.

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Do Good Girls Get Spanked?

Find out in the latest episode of Lesbia 🙂 This is a longer, larger, more bonusey update than usual, so enjoy! Click here to read Lesbia!

Nive realized that she was a fraction shorter than they were, and the result was that she felt overwhelmed and small as Jess reached out and ran her fingers through Nive’s curls.

“Very pretty,” she said. “I think you’ll fit in here.”

“I don’t want to fit in,” Nive scowled. “I want to go home.”

“Aw poor baby,” Jess said sympathetically. “Everyone feels that way at first. It passes.”

“I don’t want it to pass. I want to go home.”

“Don’t do anything too silly,” Trixie said. “Ariadne has ways of handling the girls who are too naughty. We’ve learned to be good, haven’t we, Jess?”

“Well, we’ve learned to pretend to be good,” Jess smiled. “You can learn to pretend too.”

“I’m not going to learn, I’m not going to pretend, I’m not going to stay,” Nive insisted, scowling. “Tell me the way out, please.”

“The only way out is the same way you got in,” Trixie said. “Ariadne has to let you go. But she almost never lets anybody go.”

“She’ll let me go,” Nive said confidently. “She’ll beg to let me go by the time I’m finished with her. That old hag has never met anyone like me.”

Trixie and Jess exchanged looks. “You’re going to end up very sore,” Trixie warned her. “Ariadne likes it when the new girls fight. It gives her an excuse to punish them harshly. When I first got here, she used a slipper on my bottom every day for a month. I didn’t sit for a whole lunar cycle. Do you know what it is like to be thrashed by a goddess?”

A bad idea…

“You cannot possibly make this worse,” Nive said. “I am not afraid of you. I don’t care what you are.”

“You’re not afraid of me because the most powerful thing in your universe to date has been your father,” Ariadne said, a cold smile on her dark lips. “That is no longer the case.”

“Oh really,” Nive said, crossing her arms over her chest. “You claim to be more powerful than my father. Prove it.”

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Worn Out After A Spanking….

“It wasn’t too much?” Kira sounded uncharacteristically uncertain. “I didn’t like seeing her cry.”

“Hope has needed a good spanking from the first day you met her. She was essentially begging for one back at the fortress,” Ayla said. “If you had not found it in yourself to thrash her little bottom red, she would have misbehaved again – and soon. I don’t think that will be a problem now.”

“You think she’ll go back to being a good scout who never talks back?”

“I didn’t say that,” Ayla smiled.

Lesbia… Lesbia…Lesbia… I have been writing Lesbia…

After the spanking…

Kira slid her hand over Hope’s thigh and her fingertips continued the motion all the way over between the well spanked young lady’s legs until the warrior was cupping Hope’s wet mound. Hope let out a little gasp and held her breath, tempted to squirm, but loathe to rub her bottom any harder against Kira’s thighs.

She was being touched very intimately, but it almost didn’t feel sexual, strangely. It felt comforting to have the warrior hold her there, possessively cupping her sex in a way which stimulated Hope gently with the warmth of the warrior’s hand.

“Hmm? Was it so bad?”

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