Tarquinne had learned all he could from Toad. Toad sat snuffling upon a step leading down from the Queen's tower. His lip was split and swollen, and he gingerly rubbed a bald patch where a bit of his oily hair was torn out. Tarquinne stalked up and down on a landing above him. He wiped his hands upon his pants legs again and again. He felt a new spike of an...
The Prince's chambers were a flurry of activity. Servants hurried to and fro, stuffing chests and crates and boxes. Sumptuous robes and tunics were haphazardly thrown in with bedclothes and riding gear. Armour plates banged against each other, a jumble of metal and mail. The Prince shouted orders and commands, sending another servant off to fetch a forgotte...
[Author's note: These two vignettes take place before the the main story of "Kingdom." The first chapter is roughly 12 years before the events of the current tale, the other just a year or so before. The Commissioner requested background so the following two chapters are essentially flashbacks. Enjoy!] Long Live the King Light threaded in through the hangi...
Born in the frozen mountains of the north, suckled on a tit as hard and sharp as broken glass, and deflowered by a very, very endowed bear, Val of the North (as she was now called) was not a soft girl, despite her incredible beauty. Having lived in the cold mountains where the wind blew so cold it could freeze a man's blood, Val now felt little need for clot...
By mid-day Princess Clara had trekked to the edge of the pastoral kingdom of her father, atop her silver-maned steed. She sighed before crossing the threshold and galloping into the warped and violet badlands, Thesela, the realm of the Witch Queen. On the horizon a black tower pierced the stormy sky backlit by a strike of lightning. The Princess was an exper...
I hope people enjoy this. People who post these stories are looking for many things. I just enjoy comments, and knowing people enjoy the story. * I would like to know, if you do Jack/Jill off that the stories help. If, as you are enjoying yourself, you peal another layer of the dark onion of desire in the back of your mind, and think to yourself "wow, if o...
Part I: The Escape Darkness was settling over the forest, masking the beauty it emanated in daylight. The trees had become monsters, their massive crooked claws reaching into the night. A single bean of moonlight slithered down through the tangles of branches, casting its soft yellow glow on two approaching figures. "Quickly now." Strong, rough hands usher...
Thank you cw5523729 for editing my story :) This story is a spin off of my original story/series (Love Comes Second). It is not in the same genre of stories, but they are related so there may be some places/scenes where the genres overlap. This series will be from the perspectives of the two servants, Luke and Mary. ***** Chapter I Mary I have been on t...
Isabeau was born at the moment her mother died and her wicked step-mother moved instantly to comfort the king. Her ministrations soothed his troubled brow and he came to rely upon her. But she was devious, and poisoned the king's mind against Isabeau. She taught him to associate the poor girl with her mother's death, and soon she had Isabeau relegated to the...
It's been a while since I've posted, but I've gotten a lot of emails in regards to the story, so I am posting more. Thank you for all of your wonderful emails and responses. I do plan on posting more regularly. ***** "You all need to get in your lines, immediately." Nathada growled and looked over the slaves with her narrowed eyes. Her small body was in a...