The short green goblin raced hurriedly down the stairs of the Tower of Doom, home of the wicked sorceress Valeria. The ugly little creature’s name was Cockweasel and he was the slave of the malevolent magic user. Cockweasel had always lusted after the lovely sorceress and when he had discovered Valeria unconscious in the top-most room of her tower he had bee...
The distraught farmer hurried told his awful tale to Lady Gwyneth d’Lambert, paladin of the Holy Church of Alastriel and her less illustrious companion, the goblin Cockweasel. Gwyneth had rescued Cockweasel from his tormenting mistress, the vile sorceress Valeria the Black, and the two had escaped on horseback to the village of Crompton. It was here in Crom...
The Decoy Princesses, Part 3; "We Be Goblins!" *** Author's Notes: This little story is set in my Decoy Princesses universe and was inspired by a goblin character that I'd made for a D&D Campaign. This is also a shout out to all of my fans who wanted more elf, human, and orc women being ravished as slaves. The goblins that I envision in my world are a...
This is the story of how I came to be spirited away to a monstergirl village. It was a long, long journey over time, and with the gentle ministrations of a Dark Priestess, who saw it fit that I was taken as a boy to the monstergirl village and married me off to one of them. I'm now middle-aged, happily married with many children, and more humans and monste...
Liana spent the night in Carmen's arms. Feeling that firm warmth against her was a world away from the bestial savagery of Kurn but it somehow felt right - it was a totally different type of satisfaction and she could not explain it, even to herself. She just knew that as long as Carmen's arms were draped around her, she was content and whatever the Duke did...
I grab the cat woman's grey tail. Kneeling on her bed, balls deep in her noble cunt. Divya's pleasured purrs turn to yowls of pain and lust as I squeeze and yank her tail. "Yes! Harder!" She orders throwing her head back. Her black hair tosses around wildly. I slap her velvet ass hard with my free hand. Thrusting deep in her warm, wet hole. Across the...
Elizabeth Janson was a true American beauty. At 18, with her long brown hair, plump, firm tits that sat way up on high, amazingly luscious athletic legs, and squeezably round ass, she definitely had what it took to drive all men wild with passion. In her junior year of high school, her fantastic beauty and intoxicating personality had given her the titles of...
Note: This story dips between maledom and malesub, and contains characters getting brainwashed by suckling at a holstaur's breasts. Catgirls, goblin maids, cupids and kitsune are also involved. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Thirsty, are we?" Longyamen looked up at her, questioningly, his silver eyes blinking transparent eyelids. She watched his scaly pale-rose tail fl...
My heart pounded. A trickle of sweat beaded down my forehead and dripped off my cheek. No matter how many battles I fought, it was always the same. My whole body reacted to the anxiety of waiting, moving in, preparing for the moment itself. When the battle was being fought, I was calm and focus. Awaiting it, I was a nervous wreck. My thoughts flitted back t...
Jamess sat patiently on the cart and gazed up at the sun. They should have been here by now. His gaze shifted as Pollux arrived first, climbing up on the cart next to him, a heavy crossbow in hand. Slowly, the others arrived, Jonas, of course being the last. "Finally we can leave now." Alice said, mounting her horse. "Easy there, sugar buns, I had some las...