Lady Gwyneth d’Lambert, paladin of the Holy Church of Alastriel and the goblin Cockweasel readied their weapons as a dozen bandits burst from the edge of the Forest of Dagindor. 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. There they had res...
Business in Gaul had concluded. Nothing else worthy of note occurred that had not already been chronicled beforehand, other than perhaps Gyllen being talked into having sex with a urine-steeped Min in a tucked away corner of the sandy shore. Gyllen's milky flesh had refused to tan at all during his visit to the beach, though he noticed Min was looking a som...
This story contains depictions of characters growing larger, becoming more masculine, and having sex. If that is not your cup of tea, turn back now. ***** For Lady Mara of the Silver Coin, adventuring in the name of her deity was not about excising monsters from forgotten keeps, or fighting for just causes, but was instead all about acquiring wealth for h...
Reena lounged on her big flower in her grove, relaxing for a little while before she inevitably got busy. Ever since that new woman moved into the woods... what was her name... Jenny. That was the girl. She was an adorable thing with a fierce will and a magnetic personality. She had started a family and had raised a fortress in a short year since she appeare...
Author's note: Hello, this is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. I should probably point out that I really, really love huge boobs (What guy doesn't?) Anyways, in this first Chapter of the story, there isn't really any sex (I know, sorry). I really just wanted to make this because it's something I like. Now that's not to say the next chapters won't...
"I knight thee, Sir Cockweasel. Paladin of the Temple of Swords," declared Lord Knight Jontar, leader of the Paladins. He touched the flat side of his longsword to each shoulder of the small goblin kneeling in front of him. Cockweasel, for once in his life wasn't covered in grime. He was freshly bathed and scrubbed, actually feeling rather uncomfortable in...
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...
Catalina stared at the placid surface of the pot, her stew still as glass, the only sound in the kitchen the tick-tock of her cat-clock and the gentle drum of the rain outside. Mama had always told her a watched pot never boiled, but Catalina was patient. For her, in life as well as cooking, it was all about patience and waiting for your moment. She enjoyed...
Let's rewind time a little from the end of the last chapter, back to when Min and Gyllen just split up their separate ways to scour the shore. As you may recall, Min went rightwards whereas Gyllen headed left. Let us take a quick gander at what she got up to by herself while the prince was entertaining a certain scylla. She was walking across the warm sands...
Chapter 2 - Mila Mila sat at the bar of the Ogre's Drum, chin resting on her hand, flagon of bitter dark ale growing warm in front of her. Ordinarily the orc was an enthusiastic drinker, but today she nursed her drink, long lashed eyelids half closed, a bored frown twisted on her tusked mouth. Behind the bar the huge ogre bartender swished a rag around t...