The Murena Ranger Lodge was a bit of a sorry affair. With its population of nearly five hundred—not to mention the scattered hunting cabins nearby—Murena was one of the largest settlements on the island. And it had only three regular Toxin Rangers dedicated to its defense. Of all the Northern Isles, Farillona, with its steep cliffs and rocky ravines, was su...
That evening in the great Mountains, the sky roared with the fury of dragons and breathed icy needles down upon the craggy peaks. The wind tore at those scrubby plants that had unshrewdly grown an inch too far from their roots. The flurrying snow bit and tore at exposed skin, blinded the eyes, weighed down furs and coats. Every footstep sank through crunchin...
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 cowgirls 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 pandemi...
"So, um, I take it you ain't been out of the Ivory Tower in a while, sugar?" Gretel blinked. He rubbed the back of his neck, biting his lip. "Is it that obvious bit?" The cart hit a bump, causing him to nearly drop his notebook. Beside him, the farmer's daughter Maye giggled as she bounced against his side. "A li'l bit." She patted him on the shoulder. "D...
Jeff strolled slowly up the wide street, realizing he was in a high-rent neighborhood. The road was on a bluff outside the city walls of Avincor, away from the stench and noise. The houses were typically surrounded by stone or brick walls, and most were two or three stories. Some had guardhouses at the gates, but only a few of these were occupied. Jeff glan...
"Oh, heavens." The goblin maid dropped to her hands and knees, her cheeks visibly glowing and her eyes wide with embarrassment. "I am so sorry, lord." "Not a problem in the least, my dear." Leon smiled easily. Briefly, he thought about taking the opportunity to segue into a more suggestive exchange—it was hard not to feel some temptation with the barmaid i...
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...
"Good morning..." For the first time he woke in a bed with a non-human, most of all, ANY lover. A green, shortstack goblin girl lay next to him, the same girl that welcomed him to this hidden village, and laying with him after the celebrations. He leaned and kissed her purple lips, hugging her plump, curvy green form. "How are you humie?" She spoke gently...
"That's right," Jalli cooed, stroking his hair as Lesha reached down and took another piece of bread. "Just let your hosts take care. Gretel is being a good guest." "Yes," Lesha hissed, grinning down at him. The goblin maid leaned in and, with a prompting coo, had him open wide so she could give him another bite of the overwhelmingly delicious meal. The bre...
Goblin's Note: This story is set in the distant past of the Cloistered Lands. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Help! Help, I'm stuck!" Loralei paused by the doorway. "Hm? What's that, now?" She nudged the door—a woven mat of thick bark strips—open with her foot and peered in, brushing a stray strand of emerald hair from her eyes as she did so. Within the Pitcher Chamber...