Xan let out a frustrated sigh as she watched Xion stare out the window. Her sister had been become very quiet and introverted the past few days. Xan knew why; little Xion wasn't used to being confined indoors. While the sheer size of the manor was more than enough to keep anyone from getting antsy, Xion thrived when she was able to go outside. Before this me...
Journal entry: Trask Allhew March 13 2216 10:02 AM I carried her to the bathroom and undressed her fully. We were both naked and it felt like the most natural thing in the world to me. From the waist up, she was covered in my cum, but she seemed to be enjoying it. I lifted her onto the bench in the middle of the huge shower room and shook my head, "You rea...
Chapter Three: Uncle Pete and the Parisian Whore The next several days were busy for Edward, but he found he enjoyed the direction in scope and purpose that thieving on behalf of another provided. Lady Trey had given him three hundred pounds in "operating capital", as she had put it, to finance his expedition to Paris, and he had pilfered another three hund...
Over the next two months Lord Kennington only came to see me and John twice. He and Lord Kartier were too busy acquiring votes that would repeal the anti-Trimorph laws. Lord Kennington worked openly and directly while Lord Kartier worked his magic covertly. He had to because he is King Andrew's Chief of Staff. Tri-etherealian etiquette does not allow him to...
After Lord Kennington left us, Johanna went into deep transition. She told me that her sentencing left her completely exhausted and she needed the sleep. I let her go. I then spent the remainder of the morning just reading from one of a couple of books that Lord Kennington had earlier given to me and Johanna. The book I'm reading is a story about an adventu...
Laileen was in a much calmer mood by the time she was back in Duke Bransted's carriage. The doctor had been kind enough to give her an baggy old nurse's uniform to wear instead of a man's coat, plus a slightly smaller than fashionable bum-roll to give her skirt something of a normal shape. She didn't have any stockings, but she was given a pair of old wooden...
Yellowish eyes looked out at her from behind the little shutter in the door. "I not know you," said a deep voice accusingly, "why you here?" Elandra had already composed herself; she knew that the woman she had come to see had a half-orc assistant and bodyguard. She was no aristocrat, but still, half-orcs were not a race that she had had many dealings with...
Author's Note: I would just like to thank everyone who read the first installment of 'A Little Respect'. It was supposed to be a one off, but after having such a positive response, I have decided to continue with the characters and develop their situation into more of an actual story. I just hope everyone enjoys it! Thanks for the comments too, any kind of r...
Fearing for Katnissa's life, Aablar has been talked into giving himself up to the pursuing Amazon by a strange apparition. He has fallen into the hands of the ruthless Elizabetha Warren and her elite team of dominesses. Even as the Amazon rejoice, Katnissa finds herself unable to join in the celebrations wholeheartedly. In the meantime, Princess Fiona uses t...
The lovely female musicians were all of a similar beauty. They had been chosen by the sultan with the care and vanity of a teamster assembling a match-set of chariot horses. Dark-haired, olive-skinned, large-eyed and full-lipped. Each dressed in flowing white robes, with gold hems. As they played their strings, cymbals, and pipes from their golden shell al...