~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Thirty-Three – Hunger Hunger is a desire born of need: whether it is of the body or the spirit depends on the want it feeds. A Fool's Book of Wisdom ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From the depths of a Montmartre alley, hungry yellow eyes reflected the weak lamplight that timidly made its way from the well-ordered stree...
Standard disclaimer: All human characters involved in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. It was unthinkable to an elve of her status, yet she had done degrading things to save herself from Sarlaicha's tortures, whose warriors had lots of time to spend on her sore body, chained to a wall near the edge of the fortress in a store room piled with deb...
The pungent stench of shit wafted through the cold stone cell, where Jax had been trapped for several months. The smell was unfortunately all too familiar to him. Every morning, the same farmer came and dumped a pile of horse manure just a few metres away from the barred 'window' that lit the room he lived in. The room itself was dreadful. The floor stained...
'Come in! Don't stand idle by the door.' The small figure before Alexis looked the same physically, but there was an essence around her seemed to give off a sense of something older. She pulsed with magic and understanding. As their gazes met, Alex felt bare, stripped and exposed. She shivered. The lady inclined her head and motioned at Adam who closed the...
Long ago, during the 13th century when the Inquisition flourished and women wore no underpants, free spirit Juliana Spree encountered a Wizard who turned her into stone. Turning her stone skin back to flesh required a kiss before the end of the 800th year. If not, she'd die in her stone public grave. Her crimes: loving a man below her rank, loving a man o...
Centaur Love VIII First off I want to say thank you to taco1085 for willing to accept the Herculean task of editing my hot garbage. Please everyone give him a thumbs up for taking on this task. Second, I want to thank you the readers for following my story, without you Mathew and Felicia's story would never come to light. As in all previous stories and err...
Scripts from the Great Library in Nycene: From 'Professions', a list of official jobs compiled by the State Mages of Nycene, "Treasure Hunter": a treasure hunter is a man or woman, usually a mage, who travels great distances in search of rare and sometime powerful artifacts left behind from the Magic Wars. Some treasure hunters seek objects of historical...
Power throbbed in the air, making it heavy, sensual even. Vines crawled along the walls making a lace veil for ancient stone. The layout was just as she remembered; a vestibule that stepped down into the main room, a hundred strides long, fifty wide, columns every ten feet down either side. Windows, devoid of covering, let in a breeze that pushed the air acr...
appearing before you lays a field of immense vitality ... as you stare down you see a massive castle made out of what appears to be reddish clay and stone. you feel as you stare at it a immense aura of power, the gleaming stone in the sunrise giving you a massive shiver down your spine for you know the castle holds one of the greatest and arrogant kings in a...
She looked out over the kingdom through the ice crystal her magic had formed. She looked down on the light happy day, the birds chirping, the children playing, the lovers loving, and hated. She hated. She stewed in it like a rotten potato in a stew of curdled milk and dead things. She lashed out with her magic and through the distance of time and space she r...