Summary: Maybe Teysa should have read her volunteering contract a bit more thoroughly...though perhaps its a good thing that she just skimmed it! Author's Note -- I just want to say, thank everyone for the kind emails! If you have any suggestions, critiques, concerns, or comments, I'd absolutely love feedback; I'm very happy to be giving back to this nice s...
"Corn fed." That's what they had called her. Like the heifers Mr. McDermitt raised back home. Emma shook her head. She knew she wasn't ultra sleek like the models in the magazines and on the T V, but Lester had told her that wouldn't matter. Lester had said the agency would like her big titties, her full, round ass. 'Course, Lester said all sorts of nice thi...
[The story so far: Trapped in the fantasy world of his best-selling novels, writer Simon Kettridge learns that his presence has doomed the Phaeland Empire to destruction at the hands of an evil arch-mage, Necromanata. While trying to undo this disaster with a series of letters to powerful and influential people, Simon falls in love with Leyna, the serving we...
Welcome back! For those of you reading The Runesmith Chronicles for the first time I recommend going back and starting with the first two books The Runesmith Chronicles (it's actually Oni and the Farmer but it's too late to change it here :P) and Searching for the Sky. Mostly so you have a better understanding of how things like the magic system works and w...
"We should be marching East, not West" King Trogar said for probably the hundredth time that day. "If we move quickly we can still hunt down that treacherous fuck, Markoz, and capture his bitch princess." Trogar looked older than the last time she had seen him, but none the worse for wear after his captivity, but then it hadn't been a particularly onerous on...
During supper Ria gathered two silver pieces in her arms and carried them up in front of the dark-skinned server who delivered Kal his food. The woman gave the mage a sly look and she held her hand beneath the sprite. The mage smirked from where he was sitting, "Don't be mistaken, you will be at her beck and call, not mine." The woman's smile vanished, rep...
Disclaimer: All individuals in this story are eighteen or older. This is intended as a work of fiction. The author does not condone sexual acts with non-consenting participants. Please enjoy. Constructive feedback is appreciated. ***** My eyelids were still heavy when I finally woke up. No headache, thank goodness. I figured I was due for one, given how dr...
The Soldier's Drum, a popular inn on the outskirts of the port town of Nautisk, was holding host to a troop of Platinan soldiers. Battalions were a regular sight at the inn as they would often spend the night to await for boats in Nautisk shoving off in the morning to take part in campaigns across the sea or on the slim chance that they may return to Platina...
Little Shout-out: Thanks go to BreakawayRepublic for the sudden idea at lunchbreak. Filler story between Theo: Blood Angel and upcoming modern age monstergirl fictions. ** Hawaii, Edge of Mauna Kea ** "Jesus fucking Christ man. I get to spend half my savings on a research mission in Hawaii, and that dickhead Johnson earns the Discovery Prize!" Under the w...
Jack Be Nimble: 1997-Main Course "The Heart's Filthy Lesson, with her hundred miles to Hell." -David Bowie Hello Gentle Readers, My, my, my, over a thousand views of my little recounting. I'm flattered. Granted it's not as oft-read as say "A. My name is Alice" (to say nothing of the votes). I find it deeply amusing to see Freud's Oedipus theory personifie...