Its mostly self insert fantasy stories. A little bit of isekai and sex. I will seperate each story and it will be shown from various perspectives. All fantasy worlds.What's next? Emperor's New Wife...
Welcome! This place serves as a proving grounds for 'quest' type of stories. Definition of 'quest story' It's a type of story which reader can actively shape - in a simple way. In each new thread published by the author, the reader will be given a number of options, to choose from, which the story can take turn. After all the readers made their choice, the v...
This story is entirely a work of fantasy so please do not criticise for a lack of realism it doesn't even pretend to possess. Please be aware that there are asphyxiation, body hair and odour, scat, and masochistic themes so don't read on if you are offended by any of these particular fetishes. All of the characters are older than 18 and you should be too! Ma...
This was a strange place. The walls were high and arched, and everywhere there radiated a strange, faint blue light. The room was very blue, the tiles of the floor and the great marble ceilings. A strange, light mist floated through the room. I trembled slightly, and the flimsy silk dress I now wore trembled with me. For years I had been a prostitute in the...
Breathe in… and out; In… and out. Cycle, repeat. Again, and again, and again. Yuri had lost track of the number of days and nights she had spent training in the mountains. She had even forgotten the reason she began. But at some point, when she drew in her breath and let it out for what felt like the billionth time, she knew she was done. She had mastered he...
"You should just let me make you a slave, already," Damien's voice said from the phone lying on her bed. He was on his jet, flying to somewhere from somewhere. He was traveling a lot, she'd found out during the week since she first met him. Every day in some new place. Even though he owned the entire building, his penthouse here in the city was apparently on...
//Wrote this one over lunch to get it out of my head. This is a nod to Robert E. Howard, though certainly not at his level. As such, it will be somewhat formulaic and short, at about standard pulp magazine non-serial story (4k to 6k words) length. I love Howard's tales, and his women are often tougher and more practical than they initially appear – and that...
Things were moving fast, too fast. In the morning I sat in my glorious bath alone, soaking away the aches of the night before, and ruminating on the deeply ingrained lessons of history imparted through my education at Cassipe's hand. Ours was a violent Queendom. Once we had been hundreds of tribes, all quite different, according to many even some of those t...
The relationship between a priestess and the goddess was special. I knew her, knew her wishes, and she granted each and every one of us some measure of her power. Hers was to nurture, to heal, and for the first time I found myself wishing I had that same connection to her husband, the god of strength and protection. "This cannot be," I said to Marxim. "It...
You bury your sweaty, seven-and-a-half inch cock inside Carrie’s willing asshole. Her pale flesh shudders with joy, covered in goosebumps as she hisses in delight. Carrie is quite possibly the prettiest girl you’ve ever dated, big brown eyes, long brown hair, thin so her ears poke through it, a great smile, 25 years old, a yoga-teacher who loves wine and dre...