Hal was almost hyperventilating with pleasure. His whole being was throbbing with pleasure as he reclined, eyes closed, on the emperor-sized bed. The tropical breeze blowing in through the open veranda window was cool, and he guessed that night had fallen. It was some hours since he and Brad had begun their evening's entertainment... With his eyes closed...
It all began innocently enough. At 18 I had left my high school town in Arizona to move to where I would attend college. I went about a month early to try and find a job and ended up landing a gig as a liquor promotions girl that you might see at retail stores, bars, and events. The guy that hired me was this good lucking man in his early thirties who look...
"It is done," the ghost of Medivh announced and the room let out an audible sigh of relief. The crowd of demons and mages slumped to the floor, all of them looking at the fruits of their labour. A circular pond, not too much unlike the Kingswell, sat in the middle of the chamber. Unlike the beautiful glowing of Silvermoon's fond of power, this one had a murk...
Sheik Fouad was looking down at the parade for the 10th Emirate Day celebrations. Although it was still before noon the sun was blasting down on the assembled crowd. From the shaded balcony of the governmental building he scanned the stand on the other side of the street. When would the messenger come and bring the would-be assassin his bomb? His secret po...
Chapter I His name was Zsaal Kilra and he was a slave. Locked in a dingy dungeon beneath the castle of Lord Ascal of Kirni, penned with the other gladiators that were to be used tomorrow in a reenactment match where all of the fodder, such as he was classified as, were destined to die for the crowd's glory. This wasn't the first time Zsaal had been a slave...
With Anduin's fingers hooked into the tight space between her collar and throat, a breathless Maiev was dragged through the middle of the hallway like an unruly dog. No resistance to her fate was left in her mind, only a downtrodden acceptance on the surface and a sea of perversion underneath. Thus, it wasn't a sense of shame that caused her to become so slo...
The King pretended to listen to prophet by staring at the flecks of food that were caught in the old man's dry beard. For a desert ascetic, he sure ate enough roasted lamb for three strong soldiers on his monthly visits to the palace. Lamb. That's what the old fraud was nattering on about again, the same tired story of the poor man's lamb. "This is a lesso...
Basic World Information *This is just a basic overview of Gawain’s Family, the land he is from, and the lore of the world so that you guys and gals have some context for what sort of fantasy world this is. It’s not necessary to read though, think of it more like a Codex from Dragon Age than actually necessary to the plot, for the main story have a look at BE...
"Please don't jump out of the car," his chauffeur asked. "We are deeply empathic, and it would cause great distress if you injured yourself." Her voice was a near shout - to make herself heard over the roar of the wind. His chiseled pectorals heaved, the wind gathering a strand of his long, dark hair. "Not like you care, you're a predator - I'm your meat."...
Jolie knelt before her pallet in the tiny cell, head bowed. Her hands rested against her slightly swollen belly, the only visible evidence that she carried the King's child. As often did, the image of her sister and her father flowed through her mind, and sadness washed over her. She longed to see her family again. Jolie didn't want her baby born on an alien...