Aramil Liadon, elven ranger, stared at the items in front of him. He had one final challenge left to complete the Testing - assemble the bow using the parts he had found. Treyvon stood behind him on one side, with Lohr the Tree Mother on the other. They watched him intently. Also watching him intently was the crowd that had gathered the moment he had return...
Rebecca looked like most normal girls on the brink of her third decade. She was average height, with wavy light brown hair, almond eyes, a slight build, fair skin, and delicate hands. Her skin had not yet cleared from adolescent acne, but her hands were not terribly calloused. The sixth of seven daughters, she was allowed to learn reading and writing, given...
Hunter File # 0005: Jessie Age: 35 Height: 5'7" Figure/Stats: Buxom MILF, 32D-24-30. Hair: Blonde, down past the shoulders. Eyes: Blue Trophy Taken: White Bikini Swimsuit (I seem to be collecting a lot of these lately) * Hunter File # 0004b: Sofia Age: 35 Height: 5'6" Figure/Stats: Average to Curvy sized MILF, 34C-26-34 Hair: Dirty Bl...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The mai...
Hi my name is April. I love my name and everybody seems to like it, I say hi my name is April and they say, oh what a lovely name, it so suites you. My dad, Jack used to say people grow into their names and I think that's true. My dad, hmm well my dad says a lot of things and seems to think he is funny, funny as in funny haha, I however don't. You see my d...
And Boom! Final chapter! Well sort of! I've already got a spin off in mind. Points to you if you can guess who it involves! Thanks for all the feedback you guys and thanks for not being too emotionally abusive. I'm glad I wrote this story, It's the very first story that I've ever actually finished and even though it has its many flaws I'm still proud o...
The Treehouse Part 3 I have felt nervous tension before. Sitting in a heli, all tooled up, minutes out from an LZ. Waiting in the perimeter as dawn came up and not knowing if machine guns and RPG's were going to be flying overhead when light got strong enough to see. Even the tension of a recruit just before a kit inspection. It wasn't as though this was wo...
The first drops of rain were staining small, dark circles on the narrow, crumbling cement sidewalk when I closed the motel room door behind me. They were making loud popping sounds and dancing against the folds of my slicker. I frowned when I saw the pall of dark clouds advancing steadily from the northwest, and wondered if I'd be able to get up to the old s...
It was a piercingly cold December night when I was asleep in my tiny, somewhat heat-deprived apartment. The electrical heater buzzed as it projected as much warmth as it could, only to die out every five minutes for me to begrudgingly crawl out from my electric-blanket burrito to turn it back on so it would stay running. I flopped back into my bed and sighed...
The tree house had been a fixture in our family's back yard for at least eight years. Dan built it when our oldest child turned seven. Over the years it had been a hide-out, a fort, a clubhouse--"No Boys Allowed," and the central theme of many sleepovers and late-night campouts. I'd stood at the base of this old oak tree hundreds of times; to toss up an extr...