Copyright Oggbashan October 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. [This story is set about 250 years later than my story Great Rit...
After he had gone, the King sank heavily into the seat of his Throne. He seemed utterly dejected and weary. "My Lord," asked Laurel softly. "Are you unwell?" He saw the worry in her eyes and smiled warmly. "No, my love." said He. "All is well. I am weary, true enough, but I shall recover soon. My body is unused to wielding magick, and learning the true ext...
After they dried off and dressed, they enjoyed their picnic lunch next to the water. "Who else has access to this area?" She asked as they laid back in the grass. "Only us." He said while closing his eyes and feeling the warmth of the sun on his face. Without a word they both had reached over to one another and held hands. Their fingers interlocked and t...
Author's note: It's been a while since I've really been active on here. I apologize for that; I've just been having a hard time completing some of my writings. But, I still have a lot of stories planned and I'm working on the second chapter of Princess of the Monsters, little by little. Now for this story, I want to make it as clear as possible there is no s...
( This story is basically a different and better version of my first story, An immortal without purpose. I wasn't happy with how I wrote that one so I'm writing this one. The concept is the same but the story is totally different. Hope you like it. ) The gods know it's their end. Their influence is dwindling. Mortals don't care about them anymore. The proud...
There was once a fisherman and his wife who lived together in a hovel by the seashore, and the fisherman went out every day with his hook and line to catch fish. While he waited for the fish to nibble on the line, he would pull his very large dick out and begin pumping it until it grew quite hard and long and spilled its contents into the sea. One day he was...
Ana was a fair and just Queen, but strict. She ruled with a strong arm and a soft kiss. She was young, the youngest queen in recent history, at only nineteen years of age. Having been raised since birth to fill the role that she had been born into, her experience and strength of characters surpassed her age. The whip, the cane, the flogger and the crop wer...
The music of Trey Songz played in the background. She played him for two simple reasons. Trey is a favorite artist of hers. 2.) It helped to mask her kings' screams from having his ass relentlessly pounded and tortured ever so sweetly. Here let us go back a little............ It had been a few days after he tortured her and for the days that followed she...
The Queen paced back and forth within her royal chambers, her mind filled with sordid thoughts on the night to come. A perpetual smirk remained strong upon that privileged visage, one that betrayed no hint of modesty or humility as she strutted about, her feet bare on the cold stone floor, with her signature gold and ruby goblet filled with the finest Arbor...
Queen Arta waited atop a gently rolling plain, her snow-white stallion pawing the ground in anticipation for the swift descent. She looked around her and saw a thousand banners fluttering in the wind on this misty morning, a thousand roaring dragons ready to maim and kill on command, for across the sea of green stood twice as many standards of gold and carry...