Historians from the Kush Empire will say that I'm a liar, but I don't care. What do these shmucks who call themselves scholars and archivists of ancient Africa know anyway? They read about events from way before their time, and ponder their significance, while I was actually there, experiencing that of which I speak. And don't you or anyone else dare to call...
Disclaimer: This takes a darker turn so if you're not into bondage or anal stimulation you have been warned. But the mind control will return in later chapters. * Time had ceased to mean anything to the Prince, trapped in the never ending torment he had been plunged into. He hadn't thought he could ever come to hate one particular part of his body, but th...
Mark the Adventurer: born into a primitive barbarian village in the frozen north, Mark was banished from his home for ravishing too many women, killing too many men, and generally just causing too much trouble. He has been a wanderer ever since, making money as a thief, mercenary, and monster slayer. He is extremely selfish and hedonistic, thinking only of i...
Chapter one: In the Woods The night was gloomy. The forest was soundless. Prince Edward pushed the wooden door, a sharp creaky sound. She was sitting on a chair, her back towards him. Her hair was white. She was naked. Her skin was wrinkled. Her hands were skinny, sharp nails, visible veins. She was holding a skull between her naked thighs. Prince Edward fe...
Zar journeys north from Denkhar to the Black Queen's castle. * Zar bid farewell to the White Queen of Lliria on the shore of Denkhar, and watched for a while as the ship set sail, but time was not a luxury she could afford. Already autumn was giving way to winter, and the road north would only get colder. Still, Zar was glad of the days she had spent with...
*** "Prelude" *** In a kingdom on the cusp on the 20th century, the old guard still reigns. While the rest of Europe industrializes, this kingdom remains stagnant, unperturbed by the movement of time. Peasants still toil in the field completely subservient to the bloated and decadent nobility. No constitution or written law dictates the actions of the rul...
Prince Felic of Rainvale, son of the famous and infamous Old Bullet, the queen who had nearly conquered the Wildflower Kingdom and kept the Succubus Queen at bay until passing the torch on to him, sat cuddled up against a petty noble of the Wildflower Kingdom, clinging to her, hanging on her arm—and her every word. His head buzzed with the aftereffects of t...
Part 1: The Princess in the High Tower Breaking through the walls of the castle was the easy part. Vorpal's claws made quick work of the brick and masonry, like a child burrowing a questing hand into a sandcastle, and she tore her way inside. The soldiers had been alerted, of course. Around a dozen ran across the square from the guardhouse, joined by others...
The Kingdom of Mirantia.... Known and admired throughout the world as the fair land where magic and mortal coexist. For well over one hundred years the inhabitants of the kingdom have prospered, thanks in no small measure to the wise leadership of a succession of good kings. Its current monarch, King Malcolm, has continued the policies of his father and gran...
After donning their proffered robe, Mona followed her ladies in waiting to the bath chamber. Mona marveled again how quickly she had adjusted to these new women. She was compelled to exercise and then bathed, shaved and dressed. Bt now there were concubines dresses for her in each of the three colors. Each one color was repeated several times so that Mona wo...