Prince Felic of Rainvale, son of the famous and infamous Old Bullet, the queen who had nearly conquered the Wildflower Kingdom and kept the Succubus Queen at bay until passing the torch on to him, sat cuddled up against a petty noble of the Wildflower Kingdom, clinging to her, hanging on her arm—and her every word. His head buzzed with the aftereffects of t...
Nico stared up at the two drop-dead gorgeous plantgirls, trying to stop his fingers from ever-so-slightly stroking his still-clad member. His head spun as the pink mist rose around him, as the shining light from the liliraune blossom made him feel dizzy and disoriented, as the sight of the plantgirls fondling and kissing and toying with each other made him h...
Belli's head felt so nice and fluffy and pink and perfect as she beamed up at her Master, who had just had the most wonderful, wonderful idea. She turned to Lynni, who was still cradling Belli in her lap. Lynni—gentle, soft, caring Lynni—looked slightly perturbed for the first time. Belli leaned down, whispering in Lynni's ear, "You're gonna love Master's...
"Master!" squealed a high-pitched voice. "I made breakfast!" Garin's eye half-opened. He yawned and stretched back in his bed, practically buried on soft, silky blankets. Above him, a narrow-waisted, big-breasted blonde bimbo beamed and bounced in place, bosom near-bursting her lacy baby-blue bra. It matched her glassy blue eyes, which gleamed with exciteme...
Kitten hadn't thought twice as she'd opened the cooler and removed the half-full glass of milk. Not a single hesitant thought had crossed her mind as she'd emptied the vial of holstaur milk into the glass and tucked it back in among the cheeses. She hadn't thought anything of the fact that Master would be guided there when he returned, that Bobbin would cert...
To the eyes only of His Excellency, the Sovereign Guardian of the Free Peoples of Nyaska and the Nyaskan Mountain Range, Duke Horatio II, I'm writing simply to apologize for the delay in my return. My allotted time away from my duties has expired by at least a week, I think, and I'm aware that my services are no doubt sorely missed, as I am still your only...
The people have spoken, and here are the poll results: "Mommy" the holstaur vs. Bobbin the hob, straw boss of the Ambrosia Ranch! The following is set deep in the past of the Monstrous Ranch, so you don't need any context to enter into it save the following: Bobbin helps run a ranch of imprisoned monster girls, and the holstaur is one of the most, er, troubl...
Larya spun in time to see the creature emerge from beneath the sands. Her stomach dropped at the sight. The woman had pale gray skin, breasts almost the size of a holstaur's, and long, red hair. Her eyes were large and solid, pale pink. Her lips were a deep turquoise. She had a large, statuesque build—if she'd had legs, she would surely stand close to seven...
The fleece sprites had me off-balance. The scarecrows were... almost frightening in their enthusiasm. But nothing quite topped that catgirl's eagerness. At least, not until I met Brigitte. Anya, I'm trying not to get too into detail for your sake, but you're the most qualified person I know to analyze what happened today. That alraune poisoned me, mind and...
NOTE: This chapter contains nonconsensual sex, mind control, tickling, paralysis, dirty talk, voyeurism, submission (mainly femdom/malesub), implied lactation, and implied brainwashing. ~~~~ ~~~~ Larya lay spreadeagled against the cold stone floor, several thousand meters beneath the ocean surface, moaning as she felt Mylio's warm fingers running all over...