Shajstra, bounty hunter of the Southern Ravishome Guild, cautiously peered out from her concealed position and got the first glimpse of her target. The abandoned keep was still several miles away nestled in a small valley and protected by a natural fast flowing river. It was no doubt the location of her quarry. She had easily tracked the Goblins to this loc...
"Goblins on meee!" screamed the witch. The goblins who had been filtering around the tents roared and flung themselves forward. The giant of a goblin from earlier charged through a tent, one of his arms was limp, dislocated, Rain was pleased to see he'd had some effect. Spears and swords rushed toward him, he didn't hesitate, he grabbed the witch and plac...
The Goddess Astral appeared in front of her primary altar statue. It looked the same as before but the reason for the alarmed feeling she had felt was apparent. Grunk was groaning on top of her holy statue. "King Grunk demands hole," the Goblin King yelled on repeat. He had managed to fit his cock between the statue's legs but it was clearly not satisfying...
Sorry for the very late update. Life got in the way, don't you hate it when that happens? Anyway, I'll try to post the next tales more frequently. Lastly, I'd like to thank all my editors who have gone out of their way to help me out. Thanks, guys! As dawn light rays pierced through the Thurtgen's thick forest canopy, a loud clash of steel echoed through t...
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...
Intro: This story is a prequel to Theo, from the story "Theo: The Blood Angel of Lescatie" - https://www.literotica.com/s/theo-the-blood-angel-of-lescatie ***** 1 year before Theo's killing He has killed the old Demon Lord who maintained monsters of both species, and was freely eating, murdering and enslaving people. Yet his successor, his wife, has sof...
Gyllen was weakly leaning over the wooden barrier of the poop deck whilst on his quivering knees as it rocked back and forth across the waves. He tied his hair back into a bunch, keeping it far away from his face in fear of retching into the ocean and getting chunks of this morning's breakfast tangled in his tresses. Not the most attractive situation the pri...
In the walled backyard of the elven wooden fort was an open-air hot spring bath that was created using magic. The Goblin Goddess Astral had thought she had hit the jackpot with the silk-covered furniture but ever since she had entered the wood-crafted pool she never left from it. Her immortal body has been soaking in the hot water for days and the water syst...
Author's Notes: This story is based off of a few 3D Toon picture sets I've seen across the internet and (very) loosely based in a Forgotten Realms setting. I don't claim to be an expert on magic or anything in D&D/Forgotten Realms/Pathfinder/Whatever so please don't rules-lawyer me on what can and cannot be done with certain classes, races, etc. Spoile...
Goblin Greed & Goblin Need Jamari woke with a start, fighting against something he could not see. Where was he? What was happening? His breath caught in his throat but, no, that wasn't right. There was something tight around his throat, pinning him to something firm and rigid -- a pole? Rough ropes twisted across his chest as he struggled, though there were...