This is the third and final part of my BDSM story with a fantasy setting. I would recommend reading chapters 1 and 2 before reading this selection. *************** Br'eila of Ke'we'y glared at me through eyes of emerald ice. Like me, she had molten ebony waves with a tracery of scarlet that indicated that she, too, was a firebreather. Around us, sounds o...
Marge was making the finishing touches on dinner when she glanced back up at the clock. It was after six and Homer was supposed to be home from work an hour ago. This was typical of him though. He would go straight to Moe's after work then come home drunk and then pass out in front of the television. She couldn't remember the last time she sat down and had a...
Mystic Shadow hungered for his kisses and the caresses his hands were giving to her breast and ass, his mouth softly sucked her neck causing a wetness between those powerful thighs of her's. Their bodies slowly ended up on the sandy beach with him on top of her, kissing the woman he fell in love with the moment she opened her eyes. Mystic Shadow stripped the...
The journey by land took 18 months, especially with the mass of people and livestock. By the time Isis was able to actually see her palace, most of it was complete. Bedchambers, courtyards, the main gardens. It was a palace that look very much like a sultans kingdom, while still bearing the appearance of many Ancient Egypt's grand palaces. A soldiers quarter...
Wearing a dress again and riding Diamondhead at full tilt like nothing more than a flea on his back, it somehow felt natural to be Stephanie once more, but I could find no pleasure in the ride as we raced toward the palace. My heart was cold, my path clear. The morning sun had all but burned away the fog by the time I reached the palace hill, but my clothes...
"Get down on your knees bitch!" she could hear the palace guards order her, but they sounded a million miles away. She stared at her hands in disbelief; blood dripped from the knife and made a loud splash on the floor. Was she capable of murder? "DROP THE KNIFE!" another voice called. Even as she stared in horror at the scene before her, she could feel he...
As I mentioned in my last chapter, this chapter and the next two will explore some of our darker characters (King Slynt, the Drow King, and Talia). This is your warning There is a scene of dubious consent in this chapter. It is not vital to the plot, but displays an important character trait of King Wyatt's. It involves the use of a position of power for s...
The Queen of Grimordeal was beginning to hate her husband, the King. The King was a great believer in several old axioms, 'Leave no job left undone', and 'Leave no hole left unfilled'. To the former he applied himself with great diligence and his kingdom and subjects prospered and soon left their 'Third Kingdom' status in the dust. To the latter he applied...
A/N: This story is a sequel to Morgan's Enchantment Titiania: I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again Mine ear is much enamor'd of thy note; So is mine eye enthralled by thy shape; And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee Midsummer Night's Dream Act III Scene 1 "Preparations will be made, and t...
*WARNING- This story has some significant remarks related to race that might be offensive to some people. If you are sensitive to them, then please don't read this story. Because the intensity is bound to increase in upcoming parts. All characters are above 18 at the time of sex. ***** Rosabell, aged 42 and Doug Abraham, aged 45, are a rich and wealthy E...