Author's Note: The creatures in this story are referred to by generic names like Dragon, Unicorn and Uncle. They have real names of their own, but these names are nearly impossible for humans to pronounce and very difficult to transcribe into any human alphabet. It is therefore easier to keep all names in this story as generic names. Dragon was sunning hims...
This chapter contains light spanking and plenty of humiliation. It does NOT contain any hardcore sex. It is mainly about submissive females and dominant males. This story is meant as a completely fictional, unrealistic fantasy and the characters bear no resemblance to any real person. Feedback, votes and comments greatly appreciated. All copyrights for th...
Chapter 01: Meet the Fuck Team The following is the transcript for the introduction to the very first show. We meet Simon, Daisy and the Fuck Team and gain more of an understanding about the show. Simon Cumwell: Hello and welcome everybody to the first episode of The Sex Show, the show where we take an average American couple down on their luck as a resul...
The dusky graveyard had been torn apart and emptied. Its ancient tombstones were cracked and toppled, its rusted gates broken off the hinges. The ground was freshly dug and churned so that massive piles of dirt bordered the dozens of previously undisturbed graves. Every moldy coffin had been cracked open, and every vine-covered tomb had been ransacked, but n...
For enormous, winged, fire-breathing, scaled beasts, dragons are rather good at remaining undetected. At least, the ones still alive are. Sir Charles the Relentless pushed on, crashing his way through the forest while cursing dragonkind's love of remote locations. His armor did little to ease his passage, causing him to sink into the soft earth. The forest w...
1. The flesh-merchants drove their caravan up the narrow bridge to Ynis Rosa, and the Mistress waited. She stood upon the headland, hooves planted firmly on the cobbles, black dress billowing in the sea-wind, flanked on either side by men in armor girt with swords. Their armor—chain hauberks over boiled leather, crested helms that hid their faces—was pai...
"I'm just concerned," Brennan was saying, glancing at the caravan behind them. "He might die, or explode, or something." Lily smiled mischievously. "But look at his face! It gets all red and purple, with that one big vein. That's not even a little funny to you?" They were most of the way to Highwater, having left Rellam's Crossing three days prior. Brennan...
The uneasy silence of the night was broken by the impact of a thick leather boot on the heavy wood of an old church door. The door shuddered and creaked slowly inward, but was otherwise unchanged by the abuse. Faint streams of silvery moonlight danced over the stone entryway just beyond the door, but failed to illuminate any further within. There was a long...
Lord Oblian was a naive soul, but somehow, had enough money to pay for my services. You see I am no ordinary mercenary. Some would call me a Black Knight, but I have only one horse, and was forced to sell my armor and honor long ago. I was barely a cavalry unit anymore. If Lord Oblian had one skill, it would be his frugality. But in all other matters he was...
Cold, freezing water, shocking him awake to a world of pain. His whole body throbbed with agony, every breath its own individual torment. He coughed, fire lancing through his side, awareness creeping back from the faded edges of his recall. Ethine! Adrenaline spiked through him, he remembered the sound of her screaming. It jerked him fully awake, the pain...