My name is Riktys, mage and alchemist. I am holder of the five rings of magic and learned in all four schools of wizardry. I have yet to see my fiftieth year in age and I am a half-elf. With just this I think you can guess I am hated by many other wizards and elves. It has been a few years since someone has come calling with a challenge-dual. As last I hear...
Mermaids are not really my theme, I would have never thought about it if not for a friend of mine - Georgia Alice. Thank you for the idea, your help with the writing and the expert advice. ;-) I hope that other mermaid lovers will enjoy my approach to the theme and not bash me too hard on my lack of "professional knowledge". :-) Please, leave comments and...
THIS IS SEXYCELESTRIAN AND I DECIDED TO CREATE A STORY BASED OFF OF THE LITTLE MERMAID. BUT AS I WROTE ABOUT ATLANTIS IN THE BEGINNING I FOUND I COULDN'T STICK ON IT, SO I STARTED TO STRAY FROM MY ORIGINAL PLAN AND I CAME UP WITH THIS. AND THEN I THOUGHT, AND CAME UP WITH A BRILLIANT IDEA, SO THE TWO MAIN CHARACTERS, MALE AND FEMALE, ARE SPECIAL. THEY ARE ....
Note: This chapter contains mind control, nonconsensual sex, tickling, mermaids, hints of brainwashing, and hints of slime girls. ~~~~ ~~~~ Chrysa basked in the joy of her conquest: Both in the conquest of her prey, and the conquest of herself. She had won. And lost. Her will had broken down the will of her captive. Her will had broken down. And it was al...
Orren was on his way down to the beach, it was dark which allowed to him to focus on where he was putting his feet rather than what might be going on back home. The walk usually took him close to an hour and it was maybe a little longer at night. That got him to a headland looking out to sea. He needed to be on the beach for this, so it took almost as long...
Stupid dumb cunt, Steven Benchley thought. Stupid blonde bimbo harlot from hell. He crushed the empty lager can, his sixth, and threw it out into the bracken. Now he was out of fooking beer as well. What a shite waste of a weekend this camping trip had been. He could have been watching the footie on the telly in the warm and the dry. Instead he'd thought...
This is a sequel to "Mouth of the Mermaid," and describes what happens between us when I go back to see the mermaid who was a character in the first story. Thirty days after the great oral sex I got from Theresa, the beautiful blonde mermaid, I was back in my small fishing boat in the same part of the bay, hoping to see her again. It was a beautiful summe...
The weak light of dawn streamed in from a small opening in the thatched roof and danced golden streaks across the soft, dried grasses that padded the floor of a small beach side hut. The warm rays danced their heated caress over the sailor's spent body. The man emitted muffled cries and tossed upon the floor, the sound and movement rousing him from sleep. T...
There was too much water. Snatch understood, intellectually, that he was at the bottom of a vast ocean, sealed within dark, twisting vaults suffused with magic that somehow kept the rest of the ocean at bay, rendering narrowly survivable what had to be the third-worst dungeon crawl he'd ever embarked on since becoming an adventurer. Still. It was really, r...
"Haven't seen tits this big all week," grumbled the janitor to himself. And that was saying alot, considering the heavy workload that Jacob Renquist was putting in lately. Back when the 50-something bluecolloar wage-slave had just started this gig, the worst he had to clean up was graffitti, and dried-up wads of gum. But those day were gone forever. The dor...