I am Princess Willow. I awaken on the morning of my nineteenth summer solstice and break my fast with fruit, bread, and a cup of wine. Nothing is expected of me today until the short ceremony that will install me on the throne as queen of our tribe. The second and equally important ceremony of the day will not take place until the sun sets. It will mark th...
***Chapter two introduces the Amazonians, all characters in this Chapter are above 18*** The Kingdom of Amazonia was never a true kingdom but more barbaric land where tribes formed and dissolved everyday. To the other kingdoms, Amazonia should have died out decades ago since the unisex futanari abominations could not reproduce, but every kingdom has it's...
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The noisy festivities that had continued through the day were well over when Glade eventually returned to her tepee. The village was now silent apart from the muffled snores of the Reindeer Herders asleep in the chill open air and the occasional howl or bark from distant nocturnal beasts. Ivory stirred as Glade rustled about. Her bleary eyes fixed on her lov...
When Chief Cave Lion and his party reached the top of the ridge above the Mountain Valley after their first ascent, they could now look across a wide vista of valleys and hills peppered with bushes and thickets. There were patches of snow that had fallen earlier in the season but hadn't properly settled. Horse and antelope galloped over the coarse-leafed sav...
One hundred and fifty years ago Jackal lived at 328 Limpopo -- that's three hundred and twenty eight miles upstream of the Mozambique port town of Xai-xai on the mighty Limpopo River. He was a virtual outcast in his community because of the belief he was unable to raise an erection, which made him impotent as a spear-thrower. He was supposedly shunned by the...
As Flora and I entered her "village", it grew larger in appearance, the depth of its interior making it clear that the lack of tall buildings hid the true extent and size of this thriving community of river dwellers. I saw tribesmen, their wives, and children everywhere, with the women unabashedly engaged in breastfeeding and other important pursuits. Modest...
Setting: Prehistoric Lands, with all characters being clothed in typical caveman attire (animal-skin loincloths/tunics, no shoes, no shirts for the men, bone carved accessories) P.S. All dialogs are translated from an Unknown Ancient Language. This story is meant to inspire stories of a similar setting. If anyone decides to write stories about men in the...
* * * * * * * * * * Author's note: I wrote this story as a birthday present for cuddlydbear. Happy (early) Birthday, Dee. * * * * * * * * * * Thrusting Butte, rising rampant over the surrounding flat plain, was black against the twilight sky. The seven young men had finished setting up their camp and stood at the mountain's base, contemplating the precar...
The girls had begun to rub themselves, to rub their nipples. That was the signal to begin. From his hiding place nestled deep within a crevasse between two great, windswept boulders upon the plateau, he studied them intently. Dark eyes focusing as best he could at the procession nearly 100-feet away. He nodded. There were eight of them; a fairly large group...