This story deals with nonconsensual hypnosis, very mild suffocation and biting play, and rude camping etiquette. ~ ~ ~ ~ Larya had never been much of a cat person before she'd met Lim. "Nuh," she gasped, squirming in place, shivers skittering up and down her back. Lim looked down at her, smiling playfully. "Nuh?" she cooed, wriggling atop her prone lover...
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The mundane and natural serpent is a fairly unremarkable creature. Her slit-pupil eyes, while striking, possess no particular power save to block sand and dust without closing. A transparent eyelid doesn't cut it in a variety of situations, but a standard viper or garter snake has no need for anything more fancy. And they are too stupid to resent that. Snake...
What kind of town didn't have a tavern? One with a brothel, apparently. Snatch had decided to play it safe and wait outside. He wasn't even sure the elves served drinks in there, and besides, getting drunk around a bunch of sex-crazed prostitutes seemed like a bad idea. He leaned against the strange bismuth-like dwelling. The wall was fibrous, but not actua...
Note: This chapter contains mind control, nonconsensual sex, tickling, mermaids, hints of brainwashing, and hints of slime girls. ~~~~ ~~~~ Chrysa basked in the joy of her conquest: Both in the conquest of her prey, and the conquest of herself. She had won. And lost. Her will had broken down the will of her captive. Her will had broken down. And it was al...
To my dear sister, I was barely able to write last night's letter, thanks to the attentions of the puppy lust sprites. They don't get tired. It's getting harder and harder to find time to write these, much less find time to get someone to send them. Still, I hope that soon they will not be needed. I think I am beginning to see how things on this Ranch work....
Trys lay in the darkness, whimpering softly, trembling beneath the twin tongues on her breast and pussy. The catgirls' tongues were rough and long, wet and slow—oh, so agonizingly slow in their attentions. They had long since rendered the mighty warrior a quivering, moaning mess. She had come at least fifteen times already, by her count. But counting was dif...
"And that was my collection of goblin maids! Aren't they a delight?" Okino nodded numbly. Ytheri had shown him perhaps a dozen doors at this point—goblin maids, teddy bear sprites, lust sprites, a cupid, batgirls who seemed to hear every whimper he made as Ytheri teased him—described their powers and talents to him, tormented him with knowledge of each and...
Four Days Ago Merisi pursed her lips, staring up at the big, silver-wrought gates. The fence stood proud and powerful, shimmering with anti-fey wards. The errand girl recognized them instantly from her bardic schooling, of course. She wasn't sure she much cared for them. Well, guess this is the place, she thought. She crouched, then whistled a single note....
Senya's dreams were a whirlwind of teasing honeybee-bottomed bimbos, rough-tongued catgirls, honey-drenched Thriae, and adoring puppy sprites. It was the latter that he eventually woke up within, immersed in their arms. Their tongues eased him, settled his troubled thoughts, kept him in a happy state of constant bliss. He came again and again to their steadf...