Silvertree Chronicles Book One, Chapter 16, The World Awaits, (Enhanced Edition) Synopsis: The life of Eldar Silvertree, from his graduation at the prestigious Elven Academy, and his desire to leave it behind. Only to return full circle, to shake Elven Society to the core. ***Inspired by multiple fantasy environments. Not endorsed by any of them. © Emotion...
A mix of blood and sweat drips from my brow and stings my eye. Wiping it away with the back of my hand, I survey the destruction. Men, broken and bleeding litter the ground throughout the village. The fortunate ones have already expired. The others, if grace be with them, will be stumbled upon by my men, who give them the sweet release of death. We have torc...
From a script proposed by Dahlia57, a very nice Indian girl I recently met on Literotica. (starts slow but will gain momentum in the coming episodes) - - - - - Today, I have the pleasure of presenting the Awards for excellence in our school. The winners this year won't cause you any surprise as they trusted all the best results in their classes for the th...
Author's Note - Please read from Chapter 1 to make sense of this. This is not a quick stroke story. There will be sexy-times, but they will only happen as the story's pace dictates. Edited 14 November All characters participating in sexual activities are 18 or older. ***** Chapter 22 Amber spoke up, "Different topic, if I may - I've got a list of four...
Estella Jogamma, Headswoman of the Lake Clans, regarded the party as they lit from the tree. Lord Dravo she'd known for many years, even before she'd met and married her late husband, Proko Ullacampo, Headsman of the Lake Clans. Her father had been a minor chief of a small fishing village when Dravo and his war party arrived to 'pay his respects' to her fath...
It's good to know that I still have a following, despite the strap on escapade. I also have to applaud everyone for sticking around for this long. I'll be honest, this story has gotten much larger then what I had originally intended. I must also thank everyone for their comments and votes, be it good or bad. I know a couple were against having Alan turned,...
Sacrifices were never part of my village's rituals. In fact, I can't think of a single time in our history teachings that the word sacrifice was ever used beyond self-sacrifice of perhaps a martyr or something. In either case, I suppose I really couldn't consider myself a sacrifice either. Perhaps hostage or spoils of war would be a better term. In either ca...
Warcry felt that old familiar tightness in his chest. A quick whiff from his inhaler put it at ease. It would embarrass his father if he used it in public, so he kept it locked away in the same drawer that held his booze. That tightness was common and familiar and often led to painful choking, but this time it had something to do with that lovely slave-boy....
Author's note: Historical facts may be inaccurate, and this story is fictional. Just thought I'd write this disclaimer in case readers hound me about getting my history wrong :P After a nice warm soak in the bathtub, Hoshi sat at her desk, ready to finish up another chapter of her thesis. Her small eyes, made smaller by her frowning and intense concentratio...
Tracey knew that back home she was regarded as something of a slut. This had never been something which had really troubled her. After all what were the opinions of a few dried-up cunts compared to the pleasures of all that cock which was just out there for anyone willing to grab it. She’d even sometimes been called a tart, but that was an epithet too far. F...