Halfway up the creaking staircase I paused again, catching my breath. "For fuck's sakes," I panted. "What kind of old lady has a hundred bloody stairs outside her house?" But the greenery around me didn't supply me with an answer, so I started up the stairs again. They were unevenly spaced, some even angled weirdly, and each step was careful work. And hard...
The room was bright in the morning sun. The feel of her body laying over mine made me hopeful things would go smoothly today. Sliding off the bed, I place my feet to the floor and have an unnerving realization. I'm colorblind. I close my eyes hoping it is just temporary. I stagger for the bathroom. "How was your night, as if I need to ask." Stilla says set...
John knows he serves Mistress Beytrixxa — a powerful succubus— now. He has a salacious imp named Zynga as a familiar. Beyond that, he has no idea what his new life holds for him... or how he intends to live it. They stepped into the Broken Mare and found the common room half filled with a crowd looking for a midday meal and a drink. Probably more of the lat...
January 27th, 1885 Tarant, United Kingdom Our little weather beaten, disheveled trio had set a good, steady pace through the vastness of wilderness between the town of Shrouded Hills and the city of Tarant, which sat astride the Hadrian River like some ungainly colossus. While those weeks had been rife with ambushes by small raiding parties of kites, the...
Author's Notes: This story contains m/m sex. Thanks as usual to my faithful editor bikoukumori and my lady love, for turning a messy story into a polished mess. All participants in sexual activities are 18 or older. ***** "Elthas Veru'in, you have been found guilty of treason and conspiracy to destabilize the realm. There can only be one reasonable puni...
Lura had never seen such pain before. An epidemic had spread across the entire world, most often called the Spellplague due to its propensity to attack anything magical in nature. The region she lived in, the Silver Marches, had been mostly unaffected, with her home city Everlund and Silverymoon becoming bastions for victims all around. Initially, the gates...
Hiii! Sorry for the pause between stories but I've been working on this big one here! Bar maids! Glamour magic! Foxgirls! Trans girls! I LIKE THIS STUFF YO AND I HOPE YOU WILL 2. This story will have some GENDER FEELS, as a warning. There's a little lewd at the end but it's mostly fuzzy. I hope you enjoy! *** "Seventy five gold drakes," the red haired Kit...
This is a scene from The Last Sovereign that turned out much longer than intended, so I've converted it to story form for readers who want to read it in longer format. I don't think this one will read well as a standalone, given the sheer number of characters, but if you want to know what anyone looks like, you can find their pictures on the TLS wiki. This...
"Well, if you'll just sign here, we'll bring your luggage to your assigned room, give you the key, and the preparation phase begins tomorrow!" Elia nodded, and perused the document once more. As an alchemist, she knew that her profession was responsible, and... She blinked. And put her finger down on the paper with an incredulous look. "Er... What is this...
The wind howled over the eaves of the rather run down looking homes that fronted the main avenue through Vilkbin. A cloaked shape walked the street, wrapping it tightly to their body against the wind and driving rain. Finally the figure turned into a lit doorway, its glass-enclosed lantern swinging wildly in the winds. A hand emerged from the cloak and bange...