Lucy squinted at the hazy afternoon sun, the heat of the day waning as it crept towards the horizon. She adjusted her leathers, hitching her bra straps up to cup her tanned breasts. Despite her womanly curves, her body showed all the signs of a Hunter Warrior Maid, arms and belly toned and athletic, her long, dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Some in...
And we're back! Sorry about the hiatus, my lovelies. When we'd last left off, Senya, still with his memories of his first encounter with the Thriae erased, had just visited the Thriae for a second time to acquire an amulet meant to make him immune to mind control. This, however, requires the involvement of dear little Sylvia... ~~~~ ~~~~ Senya's mind slowl...
Inspired, of course, by Downing Street's "Alternatives". * "Take it," the man urged, a mischievous smile on his face. Brad squinted at the strange shopkeeper. He couldn't quite make out the man's accent, and his olive skin gave no hint as to his ancestry. "I was looking for something more...romantic," he said. "It's only $9.95. Plus tax." "Really," Bra...
Finally the black limousine pulls up outside the back entrance to the Underground Club. It's black tinted windows blocking any chance of seeing the occupants. The chauffeur opens the back door, and offers his hand to the passenger. The first glimpse of the occupant is a black high heeled shoe attached to a slender leg and thigh, encased in black silk stockin...
The monk arrived at the monastery just before dusk, as the chill mountain winds began to awake. Freed from the setting sun's embrace, their fingers poked and prodded at the layers of wool that covered humanity's frailty. A cold place. A dangerous place for the unprepared. Or the unwilling. For the monk, though, it was home. Frost had accumulated on his beard...
Author's Note: This is the tenth section to the "true" story of Xena and Gabrielle. You will find this section extremely subtext-friendly. If two women showing their love for one another is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the series, yet the "history" has been c...
Ch. 05 Fall Colours Business had been fairly steady over the summer but the fall bookings were a little slower than usual. His bed and breakfast had become a favourite spot for the people who couldn't "rough it" overnight at the local national park. Couples were still dropping in occasionally to take in the leaves as they changed colour but the mad rush wa...
"What monster do you hate the most?" Yara asked. Her warhammer crushed in the head of a cave scorpion just before it could pounce. It flopped to the ground without further protest, eight legs splayed out in all directions. She casually stepped over the fallen creature and toward the next of its kin. Standing 6'3 and clad in furs from her homeland, she looked...
You are Dirk, an aspiring adventurer who after two long years of exercise, training, and saving is finally ready to head out into the wide world beyond your peaceful hometown of Willsford. As you pack your gear outside of your family's house, you see a rider approaching the gate, you recognize him as your master Alfric, a retired adventurer who trains appren...
While Korin was busying himself making friends in the garden, Sarya had entered the kitchens through the servant's door and was immediately hit by the sounds and smells of a chaotic machine. Cooks and servants hustled every which way around the room, fires burned below large iron cauldrons and smaller pots and pans. Someone barked orders from across the room...