Copyright Oggbashan October 2004. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This is a long fantasy with mild female domination. ***********...
Prologue Many, many years ago, long before history was recorded on paper, two men were hunting game to feed their small village. Their prey had led them on quite a chase, and they found themselves farther and farther from home. But right when they thought they were about to be rewarded for their hard work, they happened upon something completely unknown to...
Tied in a humiliating kneeling position Nuzhah grunts in frustration. Stripped of weapons and amulets frustration leads into anger directed towards herself. Bound by magical rope she knows there was no use in trying to escape. She waited too long one miscalculation was the mistake that will cost her life. Every move was planned to the very second. Her timing...
There was a card on Amy's desk, resting in the home row of her keyboard so she couldn't possibly miss it before returning to work. Her desk was clean enough that any foreign object would be noticed immediately, of course. Amy opened the unsealed envelope and found a card with a sad-looking puppy next to a pile of crumbs and frosting on a plate, a few flecks...
Author's Note: This is a slightly edited version of a story I uploaded previously. The description of a character's race in the original were inaccurate and I apologize. Happy reading! * I suppose I did it to save money. Not much beyond that, but the perks are evident, if a little bit questionable. My roommate, Uriel, is a man I've always considered to be...
Stupid orange priests! Every time one of the clerics of the lord of flames came through, Bradrick had to go out and collect new 'entertainment'. Those few playmates that managed to survive were always so horribly maimed that it was a kindness to release them from their pain. Even trolls and orcs knew enough not to damage their toys when it was someone else's...
Author's note: My idea is for the stories to mostly be 3rd person. However, this section basically has to be second person, so bear with me. *** The box you found was peculiar. Usually, a box didn't come with strange markings. It wasn't made out of exotic materials that seemed to defy normal physical behavior. Boxes were usually cardboard or wood. They held...
(Narcissus, oil painting by Jaisini) The theme of Narcissus in Jaisini's "Blue..." may be paralleled with the problem of the two-sexes-in-one, unable to reproduce and, therefore, destine to the Narcissus-like end. Meanwhile, the Narcissus legend lasts. In the myth of Narcissus a youth gazes into the pool. As the story goes, Narcissus came to the spring o...
Even before the kiss ended, as those unknown hands kneaded and caressed her body, as power, need, and hunger raced like fire across the dry plains through her body and mind, Cathy felt something hard and cold pressed into her hand. She lost all sense of time, moments, hours, days, and eternity melded into a single heartbeat. She knew that it defied all logic...
To all, Due to the interest in this series, here is part 13. Welcome to a new beginning for the Pride. We will see how humanity tries or is forced to blend with other races. Some not well, some exceptional. We will get back to a bit more of the sexual part of the story now that things should settle down. This chapter deals with trying to handle the respon...