*This is a continuation of a fictional epic fantasy series. Contains sexual violence and other forms of violence occur. All content is completely fictional and not endorsed in real life. Please read at your own discretion.* * Every day was the same. By smashing lids together from the kitchens, the guards would come clanging down the hall waking everyone in...
This is an erotic fantasy story with merpeople. All the characters are 18+. Even Jimmy! Don't hate me, please. I just wanted to do this./ Ati My head emerged from the water. I wanted to observe the ship and those who worked on it. I'm dangerously close, I thought. As I watched them, I told myself: they are not so different from us. Maybe I'm wrong and...
On a shrimp boat trawler well out to sea, you and a big muscle-bound bruiser of questionable intellect are telling me while we are taking a coffee break in the trawler I'd signed on for my sophomore summer in college that the senior crew all have privileges with the new guy. Just an initiation—like crossing the equator for the first time. But more fun. What...
The light coming through the bay window in the captain's cabin at the stern of the Helena was eerie, as often is the case as dawn creeps in, but it was more peculiar than that. Clouds were scudding across the sky in ominous, dark formations, and the sea was unusually choppy. The captain said that this often was this way as the ship neared the Jamaica coast,...
The night was black and silent engulfing the castle in a traitorous state of peace. As the royal family of the ancient city of Mamafé slept, a looming threat was at its gates. Near the small south entrance of the legendary, impenetrable Wall of Arms, there was a wishing well only used by superstitious merchants hoping to sell their goods to the rich citizens...
The following day dawned bright and sunny but with ominous clouds looming to the west, right in our path. King Neptune and his court had announced to all and sundry the upcoming Crossing the Line Ceremony and the accompanying Wog Day. Wog Day, actually an evening, allows the Pollywogs to get a little of their own back before their initiation. The Pollywogs...
First off, if you find yourself here without reading the first 17 chapters, I really recommend going back and checking those out. Don't worry, we're not going anywhere - we'll still be here when you get back. :) Sorry for the long wait. Been trying to exist in this capitalistic society we live in and that takes time, and I joined a choir and that takes time...
Chapter 9: Friends In Blue Places Adam sighed as he walked along the pier. Not one of his favorite days; he got Canned today. He smiled as he remembers the first time he heard that from Captain, telling him he's getting Canned. Worst part is, the old salty cogger STILL pulls that one on new guys and trainees. Getting 'Canned' is a bit of a sick and...
What was most maddening was the waiting. Not knowing what would happen and yet, in his gut, knowing exactly what was going to happen. If thirty-year-old hunky West Point grad six-foot-three Captain Joel Campbell was going to report them, he would already have done so. Nineteen-year-old Mike Gutierrez of Cuban ancestry and built low to the ground but of solid...
Welcome back. I love you, I've been procrastinating writing this chapter. I've had most of it written since this time last year. Let me know what you think, of me, of the chapter, of what will happen next. I promise you, things will end up okay. May you remember in moments of turmoil that there is no such thing as an eternal state. The seas move; mountai...