Quick thanks to Domi for looking this over and thanks to Tat for reading as usual. Sorry about the spaced out postings, but life has been extremely busy as of late, and I haven't had as much time to devote to writing as I would like. In between postings, check out my blog for another story I've been working on. The link can be found on my profile. Thanks~...
Young William Howard approached the gates of Roxburgh Castle with some trepidation. He had been in London these last ten years, receiving an English education and serving as squire in the new King Edward II's court, the previous Edward having died seven years previously. Since he had left Scotland ten years earlier as a boy of eight, William had grown into a...
My name is Heracles. Better known as Hercules, the greatest superhero of the Ancient World. A Symbol of Masculinity and Military Power. A lot has been written about me. Some call me the Son of Zeus, King of the Gods. Stepson of Amphitryon, Commander in Chief of the Army of Thebes, the most powerful country in the land of Greece. Cousin of Eurystheus, King of...
The shrill ringing sound pierced his brain like a thousand church bells. He forced his eyelids open and for a few milliseconds he could not recall where he was. Somewhere off in outer space a phone was ringing and making one hell of a racket. Then, silence followed by a sleepy male voice. "Hello, who is this?" the sleepy voice asked. "Yes, this is Rich, wha...
"How many men did you say?" "More than twenty-thousand, the Bruce told us. Edward himself at the lead. They crossed into Scotland two weeks ago. They are camped not more than five miles from the ford now." "And how many Scots?" James Young asked. He could not settle down. He was pacing about the tent of his liege lord, John Douglas, at the Scot's encampmen...
Fierre is an 18 year old French Duellist in the city of Demacia. Standing at 5'10 he is smaller than many other fighters his age. Clothed from neck to toe in a skin tight black bodysuit which hugs the plump cheeks of his bum enticingly. Two long silvery white boots, the edges lined with a gold tint. Some leg guards coloured the same with a matching pair on h...
Welcome to Tales Of Eroticia! This story allows you to make lots of choices. Will you play a dominant warrior capable of making any foe submit to his cock? Or a gentle cleric who gets on his knees and sucks off an enemy to diffuse the situation? Will you be a slender elf with a bubble butt? A muscle-bound orc? A half-man, half-dragon? The choice is yours. Be...
Mitsho stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around his midsection and moving to the bathroom sink to prepare for the night. Drops of water drizzled down his corded shoulders, making lines down his chiseled stomach. He was proud of his body; he worked very hard to be the strongest. Strong mind, strong body and strong desires . . . He opened a carve...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters, locations and the world in this story belongs to the author and copyrig...
The sky was a husky purple, the sun made the clouds into a stunning rainbow of dusk, and Seth Nathaniel Jones was sobbing in his bathroom. He sat in the bathtub with knees drawn up under his chin and shielded his rapidly swelling eye that was already a nasty shade of purple. He tried to rationalize the situation, to understand why, but he couldn't. He sift...