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...
I'm not really shocked, you know? My "Sanity" didn't go down so I guess this is proof I'm adapting to the situation. It also didn't go up, so I guess this is my limit. I'm just fated to remain half-sane in this shitty world. Being introduced to magic and monsters so abruptly certainly shocked me and didn't help with my mental state. Though the biggest shock...
You are a goblin. Not some average brainless scum like most of your race is but a warrior, a chief, a strategist a diplomat. How it all began? First and most importantly you are a giant for you race. With your hight being equal to 161 centimeters and your weight being equal to 78 kilogram other goblins can look at you with envy, because average height for ma...
The sun was high in the sky on a warm and sunny afternoon in a pristine natural park setting. She had rode in a van with assorted degrees of sweaty nerds to the location at the behest of her brother, who had begged and begged and begged until he'd offered her Christmas, and his next two birthdays as gift free to her and she'd finally relented. It would be...
And so it went for Romina. She had nothing to do but await the various body decorations ordered by Dorgok and performed by Brandy. Their captor, their owner, their lover, would either come to their chambers every few days to mate with one, or more, of the troll-women. The chieftain never said more than a few words, but seemed to be pleased with the growth of...
This is a work of fiction. Any and all characters in this story are of the age of consent (18+). This story contains scenes of nonconsent/ reluctant sex and hypnotism. * It was the early morning hours as the sun began to rise over the horizon. The cloudless, blue sky lighting up in the land of Eashidell. In the dwarven town of Surgel, the dwarves began to...
II. I will leave it to you, my Dear Reader, to imagine the welter of emotions I endured in the aftermath of Satta's sale to the goblins -- an agony of love outraged and of vengeance sickeningly fulfilled; of a humiliation endured and a destiny -- my noble destiny -- attained. Through the long weeks of summer I visited Graydon Zamp's establishment on severa...
Samuel grit his teeth and cursed his luck as he stepped from the forest onto the main road. He'd been so close! Practically able to put his hands on the little green witch! He spat on the ground and tried to prepare his notes in his head. Had to check in with the chief as soon as he got back, after all, and he needed to compose his report while it was fresh...
(Author's note: This story was inspired by my tabletop gaming days. If you understand what that means, then you will have no problems understanding the magical references in this tale. For the rest of you, think of this story as something close to 'Lord Of The Rings.' Warrows are like hobbits, and the rest . . . well, that is easily figured out. This is t...
Rain blearily returned to consciousness with a groan. His eyes stung painfully as blood had seeped in, dried, and crusted over. He tried to wipe and clear them as best he could with the back of his paw but it just made it worse. Scrabbling around blindly he managed to find the edge of a ragged blanket and rub his face with it. It helped, a little bit. With...