Times of war were never easy on the conquered. After all, to the victor go the spoils. The warriors, not paid by any other means, were expected to have first go at what scraps may be offered up by the towns and villages that fell to them. Those that bade them to fight did so for power rather than loot. Of course, "what scraps" always included the women. The...
Morning had come, and breakfast was already over. Tara still lay against the log with Epona in her arms. The slave had slept little, and neither, in consequence, had Tara. The warrior peered down at the curly head that lay pillowed on her breast. Epona's cheeks were flushed, and her face was twisted in pain. Tara brushed a hand over the slave's forehead; it...
"You're a dead woman, filthy Mutant," Slater said, and the tall, silver-haired, pale-skinned man aimed his shotgun at me. At this distance, even an old codger like Slater couldn't miss. Genetic wonder though I might be, I was far from invincible and we both knew it. A bullet to the head does to a Mutant exactly the same thing it does to a normal human. I cou...
Skeeter's head was still ringing from the last slap Big Mike had given her, but she forced herself to focus, willing her hands to stop shaking as she used two spoons to grind the caplets into powder. Using her body to shield her actions from Mike's suspicious eyes, she pushed the powder into the small opening of the pop-top can in her hand. Flickering light...
Varigoth, cloaked in Kvikne fox fur, Falningjoen shoulder plates, and Grontjonnan chain belt, stomped his foot fiercely on the ground. The land was a softly rolling hill: a patch of old growth trees with peaceful oak leaves, green and alive on the tree and brown and rolled up into a soft cover on the ground, an open meadow with stout grass blades soaked in d...
Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, approached the warehouse with slight trepidation. She was a little nervous though that was not overly surprising. She may have been a Knight of the Land and quested bravely to retrieve the Axe of the Mists, but she had never done anything like this before. Yet, it was her duty as a knight to aid Chloe and retrieve the nob...
Peander was fast asleep. In fact, he was in a slumber, deeper than any doze he had enjoyed his whole young Greek life. This was that sleep that comes only to the well fed, the well drunk and the well fucked; and he was all three. Laying flat on a large bearskin rug in Freya's tent, his face was frozen into a wide-toothed grin. His neck, chest and back were c...
Lara woke up early in the morning; however, she didn't get up. Lying in the darkness, she thought about recent events. Everything seemed unreal. It was only yesterday when her world ended - captured by bandits, reduced to slavery. Then last night happened. She remembered it all vividly. After the entire ordeal with Tarok, she washed herself in the washroom...
Chloe watched the four guys amused as she wiggled out of her colorful panties. The nerdy 'DEF DOWN' joke with that cutesy little knight battling a giant, angry kitten right on her crotch had everyone giggling. Those hungry eyes were making her heart pound like never before. "You really haven't seen any real pussy before, have you?" she teased and shook her...
Arkdun lay upon the enormous bed, his hands and legs tied to the four posts. His silk robe lay in tatters on the floor next to him. He strained against the bonds. It was no use; the ogress had been too strong for him. She had been too strong for many, he could tell from the content of the room. It was strewn with loot stolen from caravans. The walls were lin...