WARNING! This chapter contains themes of rape. If you are uncomfortable with that topic, you may want to avoid this part of the story. * Rhys carefully stepped out into the main room of the precinct. He smelled fresh blood and looked cautiously to note that the nightshift secretary was laying perfectly still on the floor behind the reception desk in a pool...
A SINCERE APOLOGY: Dearest Reader, before I can continue reciting the epic and naughty adventures, quests, misadventures, mis-quests and mis-epic misadventure-quests of our dashing young Knight of Arcalund, I must issue a heartfelt and sincere apology. In my fervor to set these heroic exploits to text before my lazy memory chooses to forget them altogether,...
Hey guys! This is sexycelestrian. Thanks for your comments. They really helped. On my last story someone left a comment saying it was EXTREMLY like Santourina Pleasures and I admit that I read that story and got inspired. I did not realize how much my story resembled it. It was NOT my intention for my first story to be really similar to another. So to make a...
For all its affected luxury, the Hotel Royale offered a merely adequate breakfast. Derek Talbot resolved that he would find a nicer place for lunch. Bow Hill -- the alleged resort town where he was staying - boasted one street, a strip that was a half mile long, burgeoning with all manner of restaurants, taverns and hotels. The place reminded him of Gatlinbu...
Chapter 1: The Winged Siege "TO ARMS!! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!!" The stone fortress erupts in a flurry of trumpets and the yelling of dwarven and elven soldiers, startled by the sharp-pitched screams of winged death swooping from above. King Loric of the dwarven army steps from out of the Northwest Tower and rushes to the rampart, clad in dented and battle-w...
Chapter 2: Lawrence Lawrence Godwin was walking through the heavy forest canopy when he came across what he thought was a massacre. Bodies were sprawled everywhere on the ground. Silvery blood and gore flowing everywhere. He gripped his crossbow tightly and started looking for survivors. No luck. "Poor sods." he sighed. "Must be them, fucking slavers...
So there I am like any other Rogue in a pub drowning my sorrows pawning the goods that I steal from the already poor families. Then in walks this high elf with long braided hair down to her ass; an ass by the way, that was hanging out of her short shorts. She seemed to give zero fucks about that though. She was followed by about five scrappy looking men prob...
As Demetrius was dragged under the water, his eyes closed tight as he prayed that he would soon pass out. Fearing accidentally viewing the monstrous form of the Goddess, his curiosity was growing and fighting his natural terror and self-preservation instincts. Equally fearing seeing her but also terribly intrigued to know what horrible creature was tormentin...
This one's a little darker. Hope you enjoy. Thanks to Warrior_Wolf for the edits. ---------- Gasp. Shriek. Vermilion rivulets. Spasm, twitch. Still. ---------- Rending flesh makes a distinctive sound. It's hard to describe. Like ripping apart your roast chicken. But wetter. The grind of straining cartilage, the snap of bone. The ragged, frantic tea...
There is, it is said, nothing more boring than a lecture on why comedy is either funny or unfunny. So here's my version of that joke. This is my attempt at guessing at my mind's viewpoint of gay fiction and fact in a retrospective. What I thought then. What I think, on re-reading these books and re-watching movies I once took to my heart and said, yes, this...