Reena lounged on her big flower in her grove, relaxing for a little while before she inevitably got busy. Ever since that new woman moved into the woods... what was her name... Jenny. That was the girl. She was an adorable thing with a fierce will and a magnetic personality. She had started a family and had raised a fortress in a short year since she appeare...
Author's note: Hello, this is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. I should probably point out that I really, really love huge boobs (What guy doesn't?) Anyways, in this first Chapter of the story, there isn't really any sex (I know, sorry). I really just wanted to make this because it's something I like. Now that's not to say the next chapters won't...
"I knight thee, Sir Cockweasel. Paladin of the Temple of Swords," declared Lord Knight Jontar, leader of the Paladins. He touched the flat side of his longsword to each shoulder of the small goblin kneeling in front of him. Cockweasel, for once in his life wasn't covered in grime. He was freshly bathed and scrubbed, actually feeling rather uncomfortable in...
The distraught farmer hurried told his awful tale to Lady Gwyneth d’Lambert, paladin of the Holy Church of Alastriel and her less illustrious companion, the goblin Cockweasel. Gwyneth had rescued Cockweasel from his tormenting mistress, the vile sorceress Valeria the Black, and the two had escaped on horseback to the village of Crompton. It was here in Crom...
Catalina stared at the placid surface of the pot, her stew still as glass, the only sound in the kitchen the tick-tock of her cat-clock and the gentle drum of the rain outside. Mama had always told her a watched pot never boiled, but Catalina was patient. For her, in life as well as cooking, it was all about patience and waiting for your moment. She enjoyed...
Let's rewind time a little from the end of the last chapter, back to when Min and Gyllen just split up their separate ways to scour the shore. As you may recall, Min went rightwards whereas Gyllen headed left. Let us take a quick gander at what she got up to by herself while the prince was entertaining a certain scylla. She was walking across the warm sands...
Chapter 2 - Mila Mila sat at the bar of the Ogre's Drum, chin resting on her hand, flagon of bitter dark ale growing warm in front of her. Ordinarily the orc was an enthusiastic drinker, but today she nursed her drink, long lashed eyelids half closed, a bored frown twisted on her tusked mouth. Behind the bar the huge ogre bartender swished a rag around t...
Liana awoke to sound of rain beating on the leaded glass of her bedroom window. Carmen was gone. She had been there when Liana had fallen asleep. She was still aching from last night - not the Duke's crude fumblings, but Carmen's unrelenting attentions. Carmen had spent herself inside her again and again. Liana had lost count how many times. After the third,...
Welcome, thanks for viewing my little story. If you have any suggestions for a thread feel free to hit me up, I'd love to hear them. CHAPTER ONE A QUEST It was a moonless night in the forrest of Dath. The thick tree canopy of countless dark oaks would have blocked the light of even the brightest harvest moon. This didn't bother our hero all that much, he was...
The short green goblin raced hurriedly down the stairs of the Tower of Doom, home of the wicked sorceress Valeria. The ugly little creature’s name was Cockweasel and he was the slave of the malevolent magic user. Cockweasel had always lusted after the lovely sorceress and when he had discovered Valeria unconscious in the top-most room of her tower he had bee...