The four men set up their camp in the middle of a glade. There were some who called them vagabonds, but they preferred the term adventurers. Their last adventure was not too adventurous, but at least it was moderately profitable, that was enough not to discourage them. They were on their way to the nearest town to replenish their supplies and spend some of t...
In a green-tinted, black orb were reflected the streets of Silvermoon. A scrying spell, meant to show her the validity of that absurd declaration she had just received. In those crimson rimmed streets of marble and magic that she had once died for, the people she once called her own were now engaged in endless acts of debauchery. Proud blood elves crawled on...
After peace was settled, every monster girl race was free to commit their mischief and kinks. Such was the time of dark elves, after the peace treaty was signed, who could pursue their arts and culture, as well as indulge themselves in pleasures of the flesh and their little joys of plantation life. Plantations and mines would be worked by other monster g...
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Chapter 11 - Psychopath, the Proposal, and End of a Voyage By mid-day on the ship, the sun was bright and the water calm as the Mistral made its way to Athkatla. The companions, minus Natalie, gathered in the males' cabin for a light meal and to discuss their options. Ahira had finally overcome his seas sickness and while still queasy he managed to eat a li...
Like virtually every other rational adult on the planet, I had always assumed Santa Claus, and his workshop at the North Pole was a silly, fictional construct intended to gently encourage kids to be good and adding a little mystery to the otherwise decidedly commercial holiday. Like many myths, however, there were a few kernels of hard truths tucked away, bu...
Genre: World of Warcraft ((WoW)) Character((s)): Sylvanas OC's((?)): Logar and Jazlana Roles: Logar- Jazlana's childhood friend and only one accepting of her after death; Jazlana's sort of long-term bodyguard. Jazlana- Sylvanas' right-hand-man, er.... Woman. She is now a forsaken after being raped and left for dead in Eversong Woods nearly 14 years ago....
Fetishes include horse cock "dickgirls" (a.k.a. futanari). Non-consent, light bondage, gagging, etc. All characters are full adults, over age 18, no underage sex is implied or inferred. ***** The people of the modern world think of elves and orcs as mythological races that always fight because orcs are evil and elves are noble. The real nature of their con...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. This story features anal sex, so be warned in case that's not your cup of tea. Consider this just a silly, smutty parody of a few fantasy cliches. Don't expect epic tones or anything even vaguely resembling seriousness and you won't be disappointed when you don't find them!...
Sweet Revenge ---- The trio had halted their progress for the day on a warm hill, surrounded by the songs of a lively forest. Cliffs had begun to rise on the shoreline in the morning as they ventured, a sign that the party was, at last, nearing their destination. Their pace had picked up in the recent days, mostly out of restlessness, and the trio had su...