Story Summary:
Hannah Mayhew is dead. Thankfully, she was a good person and now a heavenly being known as Aurora is gifting her with a perfect afterlife designed just for her. Hannah, now Samirah Korpart, is able to dive straight into the epic quests to stop world-ending threats in a medieval high fantasy world just like in her favourite stories.
And, of course, have abhorrent amounts of sex with a world full of attractive people and horny monsters. It's only fitting, since Samirah's class makes her and her party stronger the more depraved and whorish they become. Now, Samirah needs to assemble her team and begin on the grand quest to save the world with the power of sex.
Samirah was going to enjoy this very, very much.
Bite-Sized Description:
This is an ongoing webnovel filled to the brim with plentiful, frequent, and graphic sex scenes. It is interspaced with elements of romance, action and adventure, but features the main character Samirah and her party engaging in ludicrous amounts of depravity with various people and monsters on their world-saving quest.
Sexual Content:
Sexual and/or erotic content is extremely prevalent in this story, and will absolutely extend beyond these tags. The sexual and/or erotic content that I can safely say will appear most often within this story is as follows;
Female x Female
Female x Futanari
Female x Male
Female x Monsters
Gangbang
Creampies
Oral Sex
Anal Sex
Rough Play
And a dash of Dubious Consent or Non-Consent
Author's Note:
Hello all! Now, this story's going to be a little bit weird. More information about it is in my profile, but I'll sum it up the best I can here.
This story is being updated with a new chapter weekly, but here on Literotica, I am bundling the chapters together in groups like most other webnovels. This 'premiere' bundle consists of the first three chapters that are currently released. The next bundle will be chapters four and five, and from then on any updates to the story here will be in groupings of five chapters. Though my publishing pace as of right now is one chapter per week, that may very well increase in the future if enough people show interest in this story. In other words, uploads here are going to have a number of weeks between them.
With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the first three chapters of Liminal Lewdness!
Chapter 1: Post-Mortem
I cocked my head at the woman in front of me, unbelieving of what I just heard. "I'm sorry, what?"
"This morning, as you were walking to the food bank, a speeding car slid on some ice and swerved off the road. You were struck at precisely sixty-seven kilometers per hour. It pinned you against the wall of a pizzeria, crushing eight of your vertebrae. You died on the way to the hospital-"
"-Yeah, yeah, I got that part. I was talking about what you said after." I interrupted the woman sitting in the chair across from me. Normally I wouldn't be so brash, but this wasn't normal. I mean, it isn't every day that you die and have a casual conversation with a prime supervisor of the afterlife. And in my bedroom, no less. If I had known, I would have cleaned up some of the laundry on the floor, at the very least.
The woman, who was sitting at the simple wooden dining chair I used for my desk, had it turned to face the bed- upon which I was sitting with my legs over the edge. Luckily, the woman seemed undisturbed by the mess that was my tiny bedroom in my tiny apartment. Instead, she seemed very, very out of place. A simple, yet elegant flowy dress that was brighter than a toothpaste commercial covered most of her ebony skin, including her arms that were hidden by the sleeves.
She was actually shorter than I would have expected, perhaps an inch below than my own five-six frame. Her hair flowed like a river of nighttime- quite literally might I add. As the pitch-black strands shifted even the tiniest amount with her movements, I could see the sparkle of stars peeking through the fibres. I imagined that in a heavy wind it may very well look like a galaxy was clinging to her skull. Her brown eyes were a sharp contrast, though. While her hair seemed magical through every stand, her eyes were completely normal; soft and warm. Although her age was impossible to guess. She could have been thirty like me or three hundred. Either way, she seemed to radiate an aura of reassurance. I felt safe next to her.
"You, Hannah Mayhew, are a very accomplished woman, one who passed on far too young. Despite losing both parents to illness at a young age and living through foster care, you regularly donated to several charities and the food bank, always signed up for volunteer work and even turned down a scholarship at the nearby college because you wanted to help others. Instead of pursuing a life of knowledge and self-gain, you slaved to start your own restaurant at just twenty-six. Despite having been a victim of rape from Terrance Holdt twelve years earlier, you still designed your restaurant to only have ex-convicts as the employees in order to help them get back on their feet after being released from prison. You even hired Terrance, the man who raped you, to be your assistant manager while taking a personal pay cut so you could increase the wages of your employees."
Ah, The Cell Block. Good memories. I remembered the restaurant as if I were there an hour ago. That's because it
was
an hour ago. I clocked off for the weekend, said goodbye to all of my employees, Terry included, grabbed an order of fries to go and walked home. If I had known that was going to be my last meal, I would have at least gotten a smoothie as well. The woman continued.
"You dedicated your life to helping other people and took no time for yourself. An altruistic soul such as yourself should not die at thirty-four, unwed and virgin in love, but mortality is a curse that you humans bear well. As thanks for your service, I shall weave together the threads of a special afterlife- one designed exactly to your preference."
