Ailis clutched at the neck of her travel cloak as she hopped off the carriage. The young woman's fresh face and bloomed figure would only attract unwanted attention, hence the need to conceal herself; especially in the free city Revela, where all sorts of unsavory characters made their livings. A place where monsters walked amongst humans. Anyone and anythin...
Chapter 8 -- Competition, Addiction, and Another time. Rain woke up before the other two females, got dressed, and woke up Christie and Natalie. "Hurry, we have to be at the docks soon." She rushed them and tossed their clothes on the bed they shared. "I need to brush my teeth." Natalie complained and smelled her underarms, "God I need a bath or a good d...
Chapter 3 - No longer a Game Natalie awoke by someone shaking her and calling her name. She was disoriented and nauseous. The last thing she remembered was the chemistry professor setting the mood for the night's game and then he started to speak in a strange language, the smell of an assortment of exotic scents filled her nostrils, the bright flash of ligh...
Ilana was upon her bed with a gold frame and black cushioned headboard, which was blanketed by silk black sheets with gold trim. Her body was surging as she was on her back with the novel, Forbidden Devotion, in hand. The heart-warming, skin sizzling story of fate bringing two humans together as one who were seemingly made for each other was something only a...
Author's note: x-post from my story elsewhere. Over-the-top sex, tiny elf girls, more sex than character development. Enjoy! *** You are Kiren Bloodfang, a half-orc (Orcish mother and human father, actually). Generally human in appearance, but bigger, hairier, stronger. Smellier, too, if you're being honest with yourself. You grew up in human lands with y...
~ ~*~:~*#W#*~:~*~ Willow kicked her feet into the cool waters of the stream. Further down the bank Hevani gazed into the distance, distracted. Willow felt for her. She could tell the elhuven was frightened, and unlike the others, she seemed to regret her choice to leave. Sage skipped over to her, smiling and cheerful. She was so happy to have her friends...
"Have her brought to me. Unharmed." Sylvanas Windrunner, former Ranger-General of Silvermoon, Banshee Queen of the Undercity, Dark Lady of the Forsaken, did not hesitate when she heard the news. Contemplating in her throne room with her various Forsaken advisors, the Queen knew that her guest was a special one. It was not fair to call Sylvanas truly undead...
"No, it's not made of saronite..." the teal-haired night elf warrioress tactfully pronounced. " 'En eye 'on't kno' wat ya want, missy." Soft-spoken and ever patient, D'Dea had been trying to get this dwarf weaponsmith to understand her request for a good fifteen minutes. She was increasingly of the impression he already knew he didn't know how to smith the...
"Do you think the Princess will be very angry?" A grin spread across Trogar's face. "Oh I should think so. She won't like being pushed off on me, even if I am a Prince. She'll have expected to be dealing with the Queen herself, or at the very least the Chancellor. I don't have any official position, so she won't know what she's dealing with." Trogar wrapped...
All characters in this story are both fictional, and over the age of 18. All characters are used with permission, or completely made up by the author. Takes place in the Warcraft universe. This is the second part of a series, so you might want to look back to the start for more on the characters. I had intended this to be out sooner, but had some block when...