All characters are 18 years old or older. Sorry for the delay. While editing this piece I decided to add content to flesh things out and not leave parts of Booker's training and quests down to a simple time jump. I hope you enjoy. ***** Home Sweet Home: It only took a few hours to get Snow's tower the way I wanted it. The perpetual thunderstorm outside ke...
Sellsword 8 Retribution Jarveena sat in the room she and Garth shared waiting for him to return from a caravan. It was late and the place was almost empty. Ordinarily it was quiet at this time of night, Kal-sorak was no longer a crime infested town. So it was that the scream from the alley brought Jarveena's head up quickly. There was a note of extreme te...
I knew that Salinger wanted me to take the sexual lead more often; to be more creative, more aggressive. But I also knew that when I was he would usually pull back; mixed signals that infuriated me. I would get turned on, get inspired, try to execute that inspiration on Salinger; only to have him pull back on me, leaving me feeling rejected and downright shi...
Ian woke at the crack of noon with his muscles feeling tight, slightly burning as if he'd just gotten back from an intense workout. 'Though...' His eyes popped open in surprise when he realized his body wasn't sore. In fact, he felt refreshed --like he'd just slept ten hours instead of less than half that. He noticed his newest companion was awake next to hi...
This story is a slight departure from my usual stories and was co-written with my husband, Rusty Marshall. Bridget Mallory lay corpse-still, staring at the ceiling, beside her husband of more than twenty years. A solitary tear slipped from one eye and slowly snaked its way toward her ear. Frustration was nothing new to her. She had spent more than a few fru...
In her heart of hearts, Goodwife Jane had to admit that she'd never approved of the maidservant's looks or behavior. Fiona, a distant cousin of Jane's, had come over from Ireland fleeing some unspecified disgrace. From the moment Jane laid eyes on Fiona's silky, fiery red hair, her milk-white skin sprinkled with the lightest of freckles and the sassy way she...
Chapter One – Abigail did not quite run, knowing that if she did one of the other girls might see and wonder what was the matter. She did not run, but she hurried at as fast a walk as she dared, her pulse hammering and a hot flush awash on her face. A repulsive, slippery-warm feeling had taken up residence inside of her, making her skin tingle and her n...
Jean Pierre Lemoine was an artist. His magic moved the needle through the subcutaneous tissue with surgical precision, which was no great surprise to anyone that knew him, as he did have two years of surgical residency under his belt. The surgical scars will be less noticeable than if a plastic surgeon had been over them to hide them, despite being located i...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** In the stifling August heat, Brian Harris pushed the lawnmower through the thicket of grass in front of the Houghton house. The last tenants had seen Brian cutting it when they moved in, had not told him 'thank you,' had not offered him money, or a...
Author's Note: This story takes a bit before it gets to the sex. If you're looking for instant gratification, look elsewhere. Big thanks to VeeBird for taking the time to help me out with editing. As always, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the story. Spoiler Tags: Reincarnation, Harem, Magic, Soul Mates, Kitsune, Monster Girl, Transformation, First...