Jayla examined herself in the mirror as she smoothed the front of her bright red dress. Her curly black hair cascaded down to her shoulders. A thin, silver necklace hung over her neck and matching earrings dangled from her lobes. Subtle mascara accented her long eyelashes and framed her deep blue eyes. The straps on the dress revealed her bare shoulders, and...
It might be awhile before the next installment. I should be focusing on revenue-producing activity, but this story grabbed me by the throat a few weeks ago. There are some inside jokes that will fall flat unless you read/remember events from previous chapters, else you can probably figure out from context the basics. Thank you for the ratings and comments!...
Thanks again for the likes, ratings and comments. Next chapter is pulling on me pretty hard, so barring RL disasters, should be soon. Things are going to get a bit less fluffy, looking forward to seeing what these two are made of. The next day wagons were packed, supplies distributed, and before noon a quarter of the town was on the West road headed for t...
The next morning she was anxious, now knowing WHY the orc made her feel strange and no idea what to do about it. She got through class and readied the next lesson, trying to keep the orc from her mind. "Hey." Tharo still made a point of standing several feet away when communicating so as not to startle people. "Yeah. I was going to go dig your roots tomo...
Something moved, startling Jayla awake. A hand on her arm, it was green. Oh, right. Okak Tunoz Lug. Oak Jag Okak. Tharo's arm tensed, pulling her close. "What's Tunoz?" She whispered. "You don't know safe? Safe. You will know safe." "Hmmf." She sounded skeptical. "Mmmm?" "I'm surprised Orcs have a word for safe." He buried his face in the side o...
Jayla had finally settled in to writing her request after stalling for several days. The study was as clean as it as going to get, the garden was planted, and she'd fixed everything on the wagon. She had new quills, fresh scribe's ink, the best parchment she'd been able to find in town, and three scratch tablets to pen things out before using the good paper....
Greetings. Some of you might be curious about the herb stuff in here, it's all true except for goldroot, I made that up. Knitbone = Comfrey. Though plantain refers to a leafy common plant, not a fruit. Please rate and comment if you find the story sufficiently entertaining. _______________________________________________ Jayla was being chased by huge her...
Warning: there's a little bit of non consent in this one. Thank you, as always, for the ratings and comments, I do appreciate them. Enjoy. -------- A tap on the tent had Jayla moaning in annoyance. She's been enjoying the warm floatly joy of Tharo's arms. She kissed his chest and reluctantly got up, finding her borrowed tunic and putting it on, then took...
Jayla busied herself washing the goldroot, Tharo was fully focused on whatever he was working on. Corish arrived, "You're here early, Stonehammer." "Head hurts, couldn't sleep." Corish saw the bruise on the orc's head and the scab. "Mister Stonehammer, tell me you didn't get in a fight. You should have Miss Thorntrail look at it." "She did. It's fine."...
Jayla was at home, alone as usual. She was getting used to the fact that Manda was never coming back. Ever since she told Manda that she wasn't completely gay, things hadn't been the same. And then one day she left without so much as a note. Jayla felt betrayed. Even with her fiery red hair, bright blue eyes, and luscious ass, she felt like the ugliest perso...