All characters in the story were created and are trademark to Valve Corporation taken from the video game Dota 2. The story is merely fiction and does not mean to describe any character from the game or its creators in any manner. P.S. this is my first submission and it may be subject to change or edits. Tresdin continued to sharpen her halberd attempti...
It was long tradition that the night before her formal betrothal the princess to be wed would spend the night locked in the tower of the northern keep guarded by her husband to be. It was an ancient tradition where the first king of Pridania spirited away his beloved from her homeland—the king's family's long-standing enemy----and locked her in his castle's...
Wyxt either has not learned her lesson, or the lesson learned her last time visiting Thrall was to keep up the good work. Wandering down the dark road of the Drag, firelight plays off of a good deal of exposed light blue skin, the troll lady nearly bouncing along as she strolls towards Thrall's chamber. Clad in a sleeveless red crimson silk vest that just ba...
Untamed Bliss, However Temporary The ocean was lapping against the shore. The elven hunter stood, topless, staring out through the opened walls of his home. The house was little more than a hut on stilts, raised up in case the encroaching ocean one day rolled in too close. The roof was covered with a thatched mix of straw and plant fronds. The supports were...
Her screams echoed throughout the Darkspear Hold. Zulanji eyes were closed tightly in pain as she tried to crawl away from the troll cock that had just impaled her supple ass. Continuing her futile attempts to get away, her thoughts trailed to how she had got into this mess to begin with. Zulanji scanned herself up and down in the mirror-like surface of the...
Having spent the first night of her vacation getting railed by a Zandalari troll in his miserable excuse for a store, Erisel was ready to relax. It took her half a day to clean off after a night of raw sex. Just getting the cum out of her hair took nearly an hour. By the time she had washed off the evidence of her affair, the sun was positioned perfectly in...
********* CHAPTER 3 ********* SHE HADN'T THOUGHT it would be so hard, but Anári's feet felt weighed down with lead as she left the village behind. After exchanging a heartfelt goodbye with Marwena, she approached the troll caravan camp, still not quite believing this was actually happening. "So, you made it," Dara, the troll who'd bought her, greeted her...
Ever since I can remember, my life has been filled with wonderful and fantastic happenings. Pay attention to the roots of those words, mind you: “wonder” and “fantasy.” I blame my mom, really. She named me Briar Rose. Briar frickin’ Rose, people! I’m a fairy tale princess! She named me after Sleeping Beauty. Obviously no one ever told Mom that names are dan...
********* CHAPTER 10 ********* THE SUN WARMED her skin like a kind embrace, and Anári turned to face it, soaked up every ray. Although cool, the previous night had held no frost, and here, the trees still boasted fall colors. The glow on her cheeks had as much to do with the mild air as giddy excitement. They'd spent another week travelling the roads of Ver...
All became silent, save for the clang of a heavy sword striking its target... over and over again. "Callia?" the white-haired dark elf softly questioned, his cerulean blue eyes took on a startled, concerned, grey cast. Was she not aware that the battle had ended; that they had emerged triumphant? How could that be so? Yet, she fought on, swinging her sword...