My father had disowned me in June of 1975, and my psychiatrist had apparently decided I was just too much to deal with, insisting I never appreciated his help during my transition. Because those two people provided so many links in my previous life, I felt I needed to leave them behind and move on with what was left of 'my life' if there was such a thing. I...
Chapter 1 She walked into the room exactly one minute late. She was five feet and fifty kilograms of sass, her cheeky smile peering out between neck-length curtains of silky black hair. Her profession demanded infallible stealth on a daily basis, and her jet-black locks and caramel skin tone allowed her to slip into shadows like a silk dress. Her petite fi...
My muse threatens to kill me in my sleep if I don't write more dark elf slave fictions. Please enjoy your best. Other stories are delayed due to pressure in my mind to finish this. Summary: Dark Elf slave business, in a relatively light setting but a shit ton of sex. THREE LASHES GUILD To see a Svartalf village, just follow the coffles of naked captives....