This is the final chapter of the WhiteWood series. After this, I have a few more one-offs planned, and a new series that's in the works, as well as the last chapter of Lira's Accounts - so look out for that! Any feedback on this series would be much appreciated, and as always please feel free to let me know if you have any suggestions or things you'd like...
The bright sun bathed Augras in a delightful warmth as he rode down the beaten dirt path. The dawn of spring was finally shaking off winter's chill, making the campaign bearable for the first time for the Prince. The steady, almost melodic thrum of the marching army surrounded him, and only one thing prevented his mind from wandering off into a pleasant daze...
The sun was setting when Mina felt it; a churning inside her stomach and womb that filtered through her limbs. She slumped in the saddle, her eyelids drooped, exhaustion tugged at her consciousness, but she had momentum. One down, only six to go. It could be nearby. Maybe just a little further. Then she was on the floor, having slipped from the stirrups. Br...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older. This is a commissioned story, written by me. All characters belong to Iceman99, and are used as his request. Content warnings: Huge cock, furry(ish?), light cumflation ***** Chapter 1: The Arrangement Jessica Springs sighed, dissatisfaction gnawing deep in her belly. Five years. Five years since she'd last fel...
Your name is Skarnoth Hasoman, the greatest Wizard in the history of Ragmora. A wizard full of not only infinite wisdom but giant reserves of mana. The millennia of wisdom collected in your library and brain allow you to control the world to your whim. You stand at the peak of the world but much like every newly appointed deity and god you grow tired of the...
"This is stupid," grumbles Steve as he lays his hands on Bubba's chest, the pectoral muscles reknitting under the green glow. Lisa peers at the minotaur over the top of the large boulder they are currently hiding behind and ventures, "We are wearing him down?" Bubba replies, through gritted teeth, "No, we aren't." "No," Lisa admits, "We aren't." She tries...
Author Note: I would like to thank Hematoma for letting me do this fun adaptation of her game. Many of the characters I will be using were either her design, though there might be cameos of other PCs from the game. This story takes place in an alternate timeline where the party never formed. Silvan has been on his own and found his monsters elsewhere. I'll t...
Her long, elegant fingers masterfully worked the charcoal as her younger, "stupid" brother played in the corner with blocks and sticks. Arimeste glanced around the room. Her teacher, Plato, was quietly pondering over some ancient clay tablet. "Done." she said, in a slightly arrogant tone. The old man looked up, incredulously studying her...
"You gotta be vigilant with Gobs. Gob blood will ruin a blade quicker than rust." Therian wiped down his sword with a dry cloth. Tiny green body parts intermingled all around him. "It is because the blood is caustic. I once met a Monstrologist who described it as some kind of evolutionary defense mechanism. The Central Kingdom would hire sell swords to kill...
The shaman's home was a mound of dirt and rock and grass set against the hill. There was a rambling collection of accoutrements strewn about. From the twisted branches of the junipers hung skulls. Deer, squirrel, coyote. There was a bucket and ladle beside the door, a coil of rope and pile of flint chips as if some ancient stone tool were being constructed....