"Dammit all!" Ellie shouted, staring at the map. The little gnome and her orcish companion had been trekking in the Zanzaldi jungle for three days, now. What was supposed to have been a half day's journey from their last stop just outside the jungle at Huntsman's Crossing before arriving in the port town of Fletcher Bay, had now become a quest just to find a...
It's a secret that is kept as well as any secret in the school. It was the Irrumabo room where the most depraved spellbooks, potions and enchanted objects were kept. From collars that changed the most headstrong person into a complete submissive to spells that changed the physical appearance of anyone to potions that enhance the pleasure experience could be...
You sit in your chamber, recalling all of your struggles and triumphs. The deaths of your rivals, the scheming that placed you next-in-line to be Grand Warlock. Surely, you had to make some sacrifices and betray more people than you can count on both hands, but soon you would wield absolute power within the cult of Grevakhnu. A devious smirk crawls across yo...
It was finally summer and April couldn't wait to get home. She had just finished her freshman year of College and was packing up her dorm to leave in a couple of days. She did, however, secretly practice witchcraft with a coven close to her campus. Being that she was new, her first lesson was that to study potions. She had the choice to choose any potion she...
The wizened old man smiled at my request. "Well {first}, I have a few tintures that may do the trick" he says with a wink. "The red potion i call passion, slip a single drop of this bad boy in your ladies drink and she wont know what hit her. Relaxed inhibitions, extreme horniness, but May cause aggressive behavior. Make sure you trust the gir...
All characters in this story are at least 18 years old I was seated on the Hogwarts Express. My wand busy at work drawing and planning. It was going to be an exciting year. The first three I was young, inexperienced, and quite frankly, foolish. This year was going to be different. The train's horn sounded, it was a final warning before it took off. I heard t...
All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. This story is set in a alternative universe, which splits from the canon after the Battle at the Ministry of Magic. Therefore some characters might have survived which canonical did not. Dark grey clouds hung over London and rain drizzled down from them as Harry walked through 12 Grimmauld Place, looki...
She began to pant softly hearing the growl beneath her and feeling that squirming length inside her begin wiggling against that spot while the woman's face started to grind against her quivering folds. The growl below her was matched by a growl from above and her eyes flicked upwards landing upon the towering form of Kasdeya. She suddenly realized how vulner...
The patrons of the undead filed down the ancient stone halls, their cloaks sweeping silently over the cold floors. They were a somber mass, bringing in a rush of cold air as they opened the great Gothic door to the ceremony chamber. It was nearing twelve, and the ovals in the walls let in slants of moonlight, illuminating the pale face of the Count, and th...
Author's Note: This prologue can be enjoyed on its own; it's a stand-alone story with its own lewd twists and turns, written to provide a couple new characters with some much-needed development. Distraction ---- Markus strolled through the large marketplace of Imperia, eyes darting eagerly over the food stalls and street performers as he walked with a...