[The story so far: Trapped in the fantasy world of his best-selling novels, writer Simon Kettridge learns that his presence has doomed the Phaeland Empire to destruction at the hands of an evil arch-mage, Necromanata. While trying to undo this disaster with a series of letters to powerful and influential people, Simon falls in love with Leyna, the serving we...
(Note theses characters were introduced in "The Miller's Daughter" so you might want to read that first!) * The 18-year-old nun-in-training, Cecilia, had passed out from the exhaustion of having all three of her orifices thoroughly fucked for three days straight by a team of satyrs with cocks the length and girth of tree-trucks, and thus did not see the De...
Chapter 03: Hell Hath No Fury But the night is Halloween, lady, The morn is Hallowday, Then win me, win me, an ye will, For weel I wat ye may. * * * The sword's edge barely touched me, but already I could feel a trickle of blood wind its slow way down my neck, leaving a dark trail across my naked breast. I closed my eyes, quite certain I was about to di...
1. In their haste to escape Eggun's lair, Fyyra and Shoradeen and the five other naked knights had ended up running the least helpful direction, south. It wasn't done on purpose. There was no discussion. None of them had stopped at the cave mouth to look around and consider where to go. They'd just all hared into the trees and kept going, as fast as they c...
(Edited with the help of gameon2007) * Last night I also had dreams of you.... in fact it was a dream where it was so REAL that I could smell the flowers, the wet earth, feel the ground beneath us, feel you on top of me. The dream started like any other dream sequence... I was wearing my Greenman cloak and I was dancing around a bonfire with other friends....
She was sitting in the common room of the Imperial Crown Hotel that evening, the center of attention for a clot of young noblemen — and I use the word "men" only in the broadest sense, for I doubt they could muster enough whiskers to qualify for a single mustache between them, never mind even a partial goatee. They were most likely provincials in the capital...
Lost in Eros Book II: The Forest Tracking Tascha Don scrambled down the last gravelly decline and looked frantically about for any sign of Tascha. Now that he had finally managed to come down from the area that had been separated from the river by a steep cliff-face, Don found himself in a lightly forested, grassy hill country, through which the river ran...
Lee-Ann sat on the edge of the chaise longue by the pool. She shivered as her boyfriend gently bounced her breasts in each hand. Licking her lips, she unfastened his belt and undid his chinos. As she pulled them down his manhood, stiff and purple, stuck out at her. Her mother had reassured her that despite the massive girth of a satyr's normal cock, it would...
When in Rome -- a mature lady's interest in ancient Rome leads her into the arena! BOB Babs had expressed interest in a late Summer break to Rome. Babs, with a Master's degree in history has wide ranging historical interests including ancient Roman history. In addition, we both still deal a little in antiques and antiquities a visit to Rome had been on our...
THE SATYR It was nearly sunset in the tiny (though not as tiny as some) village of Kusta when a barefoot, ivory-skinned, steely-eyed girl walked through the very outskirts and farms on her way to the center. The village that the strange girl had come from was so tiny, that market had only been held one day a week. Kusta was large enough so that market was e...