Torches flanked the hollowed-out chamber deep underground. A large stage shaped like a crescent moon ended abruptly, its gradual slope of steps leading to a wide open space with enough cushioned seating for several hundred people. A crystal chandelier twinkled coyly in the torchlight, perched above the proceedings in all its decadent splendor. A tall man s...
Chapter 02: Marketa's Lesson Sitting alone in the sidewalk cafe, he drank his coffee trying to shake the morning grog from his head. A warm spring breeze ruffled the edges of the newspaper and he felt a presence silently standing across the table from him. He peered around the paper to investigate. There stood a very attractive older woman with an elitist a...
Axina The first thing Axina did upon entering the city was to hire a room at an inn. She was eager to see the city, but her face and hair were a mess after her encounter with the clerk at the Notary and she needed to clean up first. A spike of bitterness arose in Axina's mind at the memory, but she suppressed it. Today was not a day for bitterness. It was a...
The old tavern stinks. It stinks of spilled ale, the unwashed bodies of various races, wet wool and rust. The rust smell comes from my own chainmail and it was growing overpowering. Not that I would dare remove the armor, not in this place. Not that I was afraid of this place. No this was, in a way, almost home. I just didn't trust some of my sword brothers...
It has been a year today since my life changed drastically. I can remember that day with a vivid recollection that would scare most people. Even I was scared for the longest time, though it was a different kind of scared than most would recognize. I actually went through different levels of being scared. It was truly as if my world was flipped upside down th...
Author's Note - Please read from Chapter 1 to best make sense of this. This is not a quick stroke story. There will be sexy-times, but they will only happen as the story's pace dictates, and that won't start quick. Edited 9 November 2019 All characters participating in sexual activities are 18 or older. ***** Chapter 10 They walked across campus hand-in...
“So…what should we call you?” “A slave girl may be called by whatever name the Master pleases” she said. It was a standard answer, probably drilled into her from hours of repetition. I nodded and fixed myself a drink as she looked on, probably unsure of what to do. “What did your previous Master call you?” Her voice was low and cracking…”You are my first own...
Her feet were dragging as she made it to the back porch of his house. She tried to go in quietly, but the screen door always creaked, stupid thing. The cigarette she was only half way through was considered a loss, as she wasn't about to wait outside to finish it. It was quickly and mindlessly stubbed out on her way to the door, leaving a thin line of smoke...
I get back in the car, so cold from the cold water in the gas station and the night air. I have the coat wrapped around me, just trying to warm myself. I say to you as you wrap the leash around the head rest again, "Thank you Master for allowing me to wash myself." Your reply to that being, "If you were really thankful cunt, you wouldn't have that coat on,...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 6 *** I tap on the door, "I know hell doesn't really run on a schedule or anything, but 2:30 is late even for you, Lucy. Are you getting up?" I'm met only with muffled, dismissive groaning. I knock harder, "Did you hear me? Are you getting up?" Something unintelligible, but grouch...