Blacktung walks into the guild hall and home of his beloved Wyxt and searches for her upstairs. Where could she be? "Wyxt! Are you around?" Wyxt is, today, in the kitchen area of the guild hall. Sitting on the edge of one of the tables, the half-troll, half-elf is clad in that skimpy mageweave thong that hugs her ass, and the simple swashbuckler top that ju...
Wyxt is glum tonight. It doesn't have anything to do with eggs... the Pirate Queen barely cared about the holiday in the first place and certainly hasn't celebrated it before. Her peculiar mood is hard to explain or place. While dark red eyes are clearly faintly narrowed, grumpy even, the rest of her face is rather expressionless, glossy blue lips pressed in...
Perversions of the Creacian Mines Off the coast of Tenasia, the quiet lands of the halflings, is a small city of all woman-Rohan’s Garden. Their great church and peaceful ways rival the magnificent monasteries of even Horkandis himself. (In case you forget, he is the reason you can sip those wondrous wines -during your evening meal, of course- without fear...
You wake up and greedily suck the air into your lungs, to find it oppressive and humid. Where are you? You flex your fingers and toes, and realize you're bound and spread. The rope feels like vine and chafe your skin as you try to escape, and the hard bedding underneath touches your nude back like the unmistakable waxiness of large jungle leaves. Somewhere b...
Note: Set in the same fantasy setting as the orcs story. Atto section involves an orc and her friend, pretty standard stuff. Zazi section involves piss drinking and degradation and is kinda weird. All anal as usual. Partly based on the Zazi animations by noname55 and partly on the dumpster scene in a literotica story called Heaven by sex4every1 which I rea...
The sun sets low over the kingdom of Alfareowyn. A gorgeous city lost deep in the primeval forests of the northern interior of the northern continent. Castles that seemed to be gigantic natural-growing gems, intertwined with coiling wood and vines, rose to heights just under the tops of the tallest trees. Natural, glistening streams trickled through the cit...
The radiant midday sun beat down upon The City, the rolling dunes beyond Its walls shimmering with heat like an open oven. The Market was alive with activity, and its lively, cobbled streets would have been dancing with heat waves as well were it not for the looming aqueducts above, whose gently burbling waters insulated the citizens below with a gentle, coo...
The next day Ariel woke Carrie, practically dragging the tired girl out of bed and taking her to the bath. It seemed incredibly erotic, her body was tingling by the time they got out, the way that Ariel's hands had felt all over her... "What happens today?" she asked as Ariel dried her off. Grinning, Ariel looked up at her, "Today you start your lessons....
A twist of magics ancient and the World of Warcraft takes new drastic form. The bloody history of the Horde changes… a lifestyle… a freedom… becomes The Way of the Horde. The prudish Alliance think it wrong and uncivilized, but for the races of the Horde they revel in it. What is the Way of the Horde? Quite simply that any female who is of age is free to be...
This is dedicated to writers, fairies and trolls alike. You, the reader, know where you fall. As I stand over him watching him sleep. His podgy stomach rising and falling, the buttons on his shirt straining against the chest below. Stubble prickled his face, moisture dribbled from his puffy lips as a snore escaped them. Disgusting, I thought to myself as I...