AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story is erotic fantasy, set in a world of magic. This tale takes place in the same world as my core Danica story and all my other stories in Sci-Fi/Fantasy on Lit. The occasional use of "modern" measurements and such is a product of my fantasy world. I know most who read fantasy would probably prefer "leagues", "cubits", and "handsp...
Born in the frozen mountains of the north, suckled on a tit as hard and sharp as broken glass, and deflowered by a very, very endowed bear, Val of the North (as she was now called) was not a soft girl, despite her incredible beauty. Having lived in the cold mountains where the wind blew so cold it could freeze a man's blood, Val now felt little need for clot...
"Two queens, impressive. Unfortunately not quite as impressive as three kings, I must say. I win another hand, which of course means you'll have to show me those two lovely queens of yours, young lady. Take off your bra." The young woman in question growled as she grimaced down at her losing hand of cards. "You have to be cheating." "Innocent until proven...
Davos lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. It was the second real bed he'd been on today, and even more comfortable than the first. Laughter and raised voices drifted into his room from downstairs, but not so loudly as to distract or annoy him. The thick, rich lumber used to build this inn blunted most of the noise. The muffled tones of a bard who'd alrea...
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...
Ch. 12a: The Final Prophecy – The Contested Realm "You are all my guests. Please sit down. Forgive me for the bad furniture." The Warriors of the Guardian were quite hesitant at Lord Falagor’s kind request, but obeyed once Atrus and Anna sat casually on the nearby tree stump. The small hut supported only simple furniture, mostly made from timber from the n...
Victor hated the woeful timing that his Mother had exhibited by giving birth to him on the thirty first of October. His Birthday parties had always featured goblins, ghosts, mummies, zombies and jack-o-lanterns. He was thoroughly sick of it already, and that was why tonight, on the evening of his twentieth Birthday, he was sitting alone at home watching some...
Another conquest, she thought as she left the chambers of one of the lesser nobles of Vix. At this rate, I should have all the men of the kingdom under my spell. Her lips curled at the corners as she exited the small manor, breezing by the guard who held the door for her. Her carriage awaited at the end of a long walk that wound through a lush garden. The mo...
Quick note from the author: those aficianados of urban fantasy amongst you might recognise the shared universe with Holly Black's books 'Tithe' and 'Ironside'. The story was largely inspired by my reaction to reading both those books and feeling that one character in particular was rather hard done by. My apologies to Mrs Black for mangling her universe....
Editor's note: The following manuscript, found bundled in a subway station, have been traced to a 25-year old freelance writer named Ashleigh Winters. Most of her work before had been movie and concert reviews, interviews and style pieces. If she believed the stories that the interviews recounted seem to imply, she may have believed this would be a breakthro...