Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, Banshee Queen of the Forsaken and newly appointed warchief of the Horde watched with listless eyes as a congregation of trolls exited her personal quarters behind the throne room. They had come to discuss the late warchief Vol'jin, and the matter of future Darkspear leadership. It was an important matter that she had vowed to take c...
Trixabelle tugged nervously at the hem of her skirt. It was a sick parody of traditional fairy garb, the pleats cut like leaves but slit far higher and cut far shorter than any fairy would wear back home. Not to mention that rather than being wrapped securely round her waist, it was tied at the sides with two, big flimsy bows. Pretty much the whole of the si...
Once upon a time there was a little village whose hills were covered in mountain mint. In the village there lived a merchant whose greed was matched only by his ambition. Though his fistful ways were well known, haggard women could still be coaxed to tell his tale, a tale of wistfulness and despair. Long ago, or so they say, the merchant had fallen in love w...
Ana liked being engaged to Peter and Felicia and Mary Jane, off shooting her movie in England, but many parts of it were new and confusing to her. They all lived together, that made sense. Even Mary Jane had a room set aside for when she came back. But that was the thing—although the rooms and beds were all big enough for all of them, there were many times w...
Kuirilia The Storm Bringer's Base 11:54 SET (19:54 EDT) August 16, 12610 (August 15, 2019) N'ardil was taken aback by the sudden appearance of Esriro in the transmission. She had been expecting to see Esriro when she accepted the transmission, but figured that the woman was dead if someone else was using the code they had setup so long ago. "Esriro? Why...
Author's note: This is my first straight series. Everything is fictional. All characters are over 18. ******** 25 year old Nia Johnson gazed at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was flawless. Her natural 4c hair was styled so perfectly that even her hater cousins would admit it looked amazing. Her $3,000 wedding dress made her look a princess. A princess...
Chapter 4: Archmage Subjugated Jaina Proudmoore could no longer keep track of the days that passed. Time blurred as one session with the Pride Breaker blended with the next. In between her so-called training, she was given 8 hours to rest. But all too soon, she would be brought before the dreaded goblin tech again, and forced to take it up the ass for anoth...
"Milord," Drumknott, the Patrician's chief clerk, coughed, "Mr. Pony of the Artisan's Guild, Dezka-k'nik Väljmanson and the Vice-Chancellor are in the waiting room. They say it's about the Axle in the Undertaking." "Excellent. That saves me having to have Sgt. Detritus tell them that they have an appointment. Show them in." Once the three had been seated a...
Summary: My little series which started here has a re-imagined setting. Between the Human and Monstergirl Empire there is an independent city which does not pay homage to either side. Its Duchess lost the city in a siege against monstergirls. I named it Temirburg. And here is how it changed hands in a siege. Prequel to "This Siege of Mine": ***** 9 years...
[[Small scenes of sex, small bondage rich plots with many minor characters}} The entrance to the Dark Elf Town was in sight. Yet as moths are drawn to flame, so are humans drawn to the dark pleasures of the dark elf towns. After all, some may be known to *desire* to get burnt. And who were the dark elves, the best perverts of monster empire, if not willing...