Many thanks to HMAuthor for first editing and improving this story. Although this story made the wondrous GigglingGoblin give up on me, before doing so, this amazing editor skillfully helped shape it into something vastly better than what it was before. Thanks to the inspired Monster_Slayer for amazing insight that brought to light errors that would never...
Larya slowly got to her feet, clenching her jaw as her head throbbed painfully. Fortunately, the headache was already starting to fade. In its place, a numb, sort of fuzzy feeling was taking over. The warty-faced goblin grinned encouragingly, sharklike teeth glinting in what little light reached the bottom of the so-called Deepest, Darkest Forest. "That's r...
And the results are in: Chosen warrior versus imp! For a reminder on the challengers: The Kingdom of the Chosen is a vast male-domination cult that employs mind control to keep the women in line. Imps are dimwitted demons who trade information—and memories, and knowledge, and intelligence—to take advantage of their targets. Who will triumph? Let's find out...
My dear sister, Anya, I just realized it's rather irregular of me to use your name when addressing these letters. I think I am beginning to miss you. Are you beginning to miss me stopping by every other day to ask for a loan? Things are only getting stranger here on Ambrosia Ranch, now that I've arrived, but at least I know at long last what's going on her...
Goblin's Note: In the penultimate chapter of Evergreen Forest, the band sets out to save the last member of their group before the battle between the forest's wicked fey and the invading Chosen can begin. But someone else gets to Anna first. This story contains cunnilingus, lesbian sex, lots of fey, and some reluctance. Mostly, though, it's buildup for the...
"Oh, darn." Eumeni tutted, grinning, as the last man sank to his knees, staring at them in pure adoration. She gave her bare breasts a little bounce together with her hands. "Was that... too hard? Poor boys." The other three Thriae giggled at their triumph. The seven men knelt before them, eyes glazed over, lost in the Thriae's bodies. And why shouldn't the...
It was a night of black and white. There were no stars in the sky. The moon's face was blocked by thick, roiling storm clouds, leaving not even a soft halo to show where it had gone. You couldn't even see the clouds, really—in fact, gazing up into the sky, you could easily imagine that there was nothing at all beyond. Nothing but oppressive, endless void....
"There we go," Limini purred, as the berrymaids squirmed in each other's arms. "Ain't that better, sugar?" Lilikoi whined as her fellow dryads planted kiss after kiss on her big, sensitized breasts. One guavamaid clung to each side of her, plump lips fastened to her nipples and suckling greedily—brainwashing themselves with her nectar, and her with their pl...
Nicole's Note: In the real world, playing with fantasies of hypnotic nonconsent requires a foundation of deep trust, as well as things like safewords and aftercare. This is a fantasy, as I hope the goblins and witches make clear. ;) Also, if you're reading this in August, please keep wearing masks and social distancing. We don't get to act like the pandemic...
The thief lay in a pool of a strange viscous fluid. His eyes gazed up into the forest canopy and saw nothing at all. Nothing real. Visions of nubile lust sprites danced in his head, taunting him, titillating him. Crypta and Hillsii, the temptress and tempter who had seduced him into this state, watched him. Their emerald eyes glinted with mischief and promi...