Larya chased after the gorgeous woman, not daring to call out after her lest she alert the ghouls. Only the woman's pale hair allowed Larya to pursue, as her black dress blended in well with the moonless night and even Larya's keen night vision was struggling. The young druidess and her moody thief friend, Snatch, had come to Carriope to deal with a ghoul...
Author's Note: This series will serve as my first ever submission to Literotica. While I have been reading stories daily on Literotica for over 6 years, I never really thought I'd be able to pull off my own story. As a writer I've written two science fiction novels and four short stories, but sex was never that big a part of them. One night, I suddenly decid...
"You. Stole. My. Rope!" Alrek drew a dagger from his boot, eyes blazing. "Damn catgirls!" Anna blinked. She looked at Alrek, then at the strange cat-eared fey girl. The fey shrugged. "What? I didn"t know he was with you." She leaned in closer, giving a faint purr. Anna distinctly smelled catnip. "But not with you in that way, I hope. I want to have you a...
A note to my regular readers: As you can tell, this is not a story. In fact, not only is this an essay, it's an essay about the most perverted subject of all: Politics! So you might want to steer clear if that's not your thing. Evergreen Forest #13 is on the way, along with several other story updates! :) ~~~~~~~~ I am pro-social justice. I feel I should...
Hey, Goblin here! I was new to this site when I started out, and I posted a lot of teensy chapters with very little real sex in them. This is one of them. I'd merge it and the next if I could, but as-is, just bear with me! Sorry! ~~~~ ~~~~ A soft, feminine laugh echoed throughout the Central Evergreen. A short ways east of the nymphs' glade, three human tr...
"I'm telling you, there is no such thing as a horny undead. Period." Larya turned to her companion, a scruffy man wearing patchy leather armor, and glared. "You've just got no imaginative spirit!" "And this world's got no sexed spirit. Spirits." The man rolled his eyes. He sat back against a gnarled old oak tree and began sharpening the blade of his notc...
Nicole's Note: While these stories are fantastical, the kind of behavior shown by the villains of the story sadly is not. As with all kinds of kink play, hypnosis can be abused, and you should be careful if you meet people who act anything like Nurse Poppy in real life. Likewise, we here at GigglingGoblin Inc. also do not endorse the use of cooking equipment...
Note: This is a series of fantastical, erotic "fairy tales", with the framing device being a group of late-night taverngoers with little else to do. The previous installments are, in order, "The Riddling Sprite", "The Queen's Lesson", and "The Fiddler's Pride". The last time the taverngoers met up, impetuous server Horasen bet that Misty's story of an arrog...
Lying in the soft grass of the Evergreen Forest and vomiting his guts out, Snatch cursed the day he'd decided to try and rustle Baron Galroge's prized flying mule herd. Who had he thought he was? He was a burglar. A spelunker. Sometimes even a pickpocket, but never anything like a Western Plains bandit. He finished throwing up what little he'd infested of l...
To my dear sister, We have set out for Uncle Yvun's mysterious ranch, and already, I begin to wonder. Jerrod, the stockman, really doesn't seem to like the natives here. Makes me wonder if Uncle Yvun's done something wrong. Jerrod assures me it's our legally bought land, though, and none of the natives have been in a hurry to accuse us of claimjumping, exac...