Diana in the Woods, an Unclassical Tale of Metamorphosis Part I (Diana's Voice) This is not my first time hiking the Appalachian Trail, but it is my first hike to Bridal Veil Falls. Until now, I've only driven through Roaring Fork. It's hard to believe that this piece of untouched pristine forest exists so close to Gatlinburg. The rains have been heavy thi...
The fugitive sorcerer crossed through the shadow-infested alleyway, his dark eyes flitting back and forth with the casual paranoia of a man who had lived his entire life on the run. In many parts of the world he would have been treated like a living god, but here in Vorsalos, the crown jewel of the Shattered Coast, his gifts only made him prey. My prey, spe...
I stand at end of pier 48, a gentle breeze fluttering my earring against my neck. The water looks black at this late hour, and is kissing the piles like one would kiss the cheek of baby. I breathe in the salt in the air; I let it fill my lungs and cleanse my conscious. I stand here still, my eyes closed, just relishing the feeling of cum finding its way to m...
Author's note: trying something completely new here. I hope it works. More extreme and perhaps more interesting than my other work - non con elements, non human, future chapters in the offing; feedback welcome. ***** The only warning I had of the attack was a muffled birdcall from ahead, answered by one to my left. It sounded like no bird I knew, and yet t...
My name is Priscilla. I'm a tall, slim and pretty young black woman living in Georgia. I work out extensively and I'm damn gorgeous if I dare say so. I've got face, I've got chest and I've got ass. Supermodels like Naomi or Banks can't compete with the likes of me. I'm what the brothers from the hood call a dime piece. A perfect ten. Oh, and I've got brains...
It is midday at the home of the dark elf domme and huntress Unya. The day is mild with wisps of pale white cloud in the air. Birds whistle love songs to each other as they flutter about. A gentle breeze carries the aroma of jasmine from the hillside below. Mistress soaks her strong ebony body in the hot tub after a long and successful morning hunt. She sips...
Chapter 5: Broken trust Zyra had managed to force 6 hours of sleep upon herself before restlessness seeped into her bones. She grabbed her weapons and laid them before her. Carefully she selected the best knives, spearheads, and daggers. Taking her cutting stone, she slowly sharpened each point to perfection. Sighing, she fingered the glossy buffed tip an...
Smiling with utmost satisfaction, I licked my lips, tasting the last droplets of Esther Rosenberg's blood before dropping her corpse unceremoniously on the ground. At last, the Huntress is no more. And vampires and Hunters far and wide will know that I, Hanna Ismail is the one who brought her down. I looked at Esther Rosenberg one last time before disposing...
The first I knew that I was being hunted was the arrow that sliced my shoulder. Its silver tip burning the skin as it grazed the flesh near my neck. Another couple of inches and it would have been my throat. I spun round and scanned the tree line, the nails of my hands extending into claws. A slight tingle in my eyes and I was sure they had taken on their s...
"You are mine, Empress Makeda, you and your kingdom, if you refuse to pay tribute to us, you will feel the wrath of the Blood Drinkers," Bilain said, and the six-foot-tall, lovely, brown-skinned young woman looked at the Empress of Kush, the Holy Kandake, ruler of the most powerful kingdom in Africa, and smiled fearlessly. She stood there, clad in the tatter...