The sun hung high over the goblin village. By now, every villager was already awake and tended to their duties or, if they finished them already, was either playing, resting or fucking (the goblin hobby par excellence). Of course, the village in general currently waited for the hunting party to return from their bi-weekly expedition into the forest surroundi...
Brok woke to an assault of small hands, shouting, and a swift tying to a tree. In quick succession to this was a blow to the gut and a single question. "Where is she?". Even with in his groggy state he could see that he was surrounded by a semi-circle of small green soldiers holding spear tips centimetres from his face. The one asking the question appeared t...
Ch.02: Passing the Time The wooden flooring creaked as her heavy boot made contact with it. Clea and Sylvanas had boarded the Zeppelin destined for Orgrimmar and Clea found that there was little to do besides pacing back and forth. Sylvanas was usually locked in her room, presumably thinking as Undead do not need to sleep. The Goblins on the ship seemed to...
Sometime later the mound of goblin bodies had been stripped and laid out in two long rows. Twenty two bodies in total, including the three goblins who had attacked him first. He had made Opal climb down and drag them up into the camp one by one. At the end was the crown of the spread, the large muscled goblin which Rain had found away from the rest where it...
Note: Ctrl+F ~s~ to skip right to the action * The city of Ightwood was a bustling trade hub that, from the outside, looked like an uncoordinated explosion of civilization that had long ago outgrown its own foundations. From the inside denizens would use much more colorful vocabulary, words like 'dangerous,' and 'smelly,' and 'the bloated corpse of a twice...
Sir Cockweasel the Goblin, recently knighted Paladin, and his new squire, the lovely Elizabeth, were on a mission of great importance to the Kingdom. The orc turncoat Foulfang had fled the human lands and it was feared he carried secrets back to his home, to the lands of the orcs. As Cockweasel had been instrumental in securing Foulfang's help in the first p...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The main...
The merchant gave a deep moan of pleasure as his thick, rock hard cock slid into the gorgeous brunette's wet mouth. He arched his back as she sucked his length deep into her throat, her red lips forming a tight seal around the very base of his shaft. He moaned again as the brunette's head began to move up and down in his lap, and he reached down to cup and...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any part of the rights to Blood Bowl (I'd be much plumper in the wallet if I did) and make no claim to do so -- this is simply a bit of fiction set in some version of the universe created by the great minds behind the original game. -[::]- "Welcome, sports fans, back to CabalVision's live coverage of this Midwinter Festival celebra...
The air stunk of shit, brimmed with the incessant drone of cicadas, and Eliza knew she was utterly fucked. She was surrounded by a throng of goblins. The stunted, ugly, beady eyed runts slowly tightening their circle around her as she tried to keep them at bay with her sword. A thicket of trees flanked the entire loamy clearing making her escape the more dif...