Ravenna933 edited this story and made some helpful suggestions. * Day four in Oman, a Wednesday, dawned with a soft knocking at my door. I rolled over in bed, still half-asleep, checking the clock. It was about an hour prior to my alarm, and wearily, I got out of bed, walked to the door, and opened it. The hallway was deserted, apart from the back of a hi...
New readers – and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago – know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events. The next day, after a surprisingly sound night of sleep, I took a shower, washing my diminutive penis through its open-d...
In the lewd town of the Dark Elves, postal service is a point of pride. And of course, human slaves are used, for three reasons: 1 - Most monster girls aren't dedicated to anything other than thinking about sex. 2 - And those do demand more than economical for postal service. Even free humans needed more than a paltry sum for keeping a household. 3- It's...