Authors note: this story takes place after the defeat of the Lich King, and still takes place in the World of Warcraft universe, on the alliance side. ***** Weeks went by quietly in Goldshire. Merchants traveled through with their wares. Our blacksmith clanged hot iron into tools and weapons. Farmers threshed their fields and sent their wheat and barley to...
Anna walked to her car in the blistering heat. She attended community college where she was in class to be a Physical Therapy Assistant. She blasted the air conditioning and wiped of her forehead. She lived close to the school so the drive to her apartment was short. On the way she stopped for two fruit smoothies. One for her and her boyfriend Simon. She lov...
***Not sure, but I think this might be my 200th post. Anyway, more of the action comic and I trot out the female here. this one's a bit short as well, but the next ones are longer. It's just how the story breaks down into segments. 0_o ***** ---------------------- She looked up at the sound. It had come as a large boom, far off at first, but then she he...
Disclaimer: While the story is 100% mine, it all takes place in the universe of Warcraft, which belongs entirely to Blizzard Entertainment. As for the choice in characters, come on, we all find blood elves inherently cuter and more submissive than other races. And I definitely didn't want to give the pleasure of enjoying one to the Alliance, as other writers...
It was getting near the 5 pm closing time at the public library in the sleepy little suburb where I worked. Not much happens at this branch on a Wednesday - no noisy story times for moms and toddlers, no early evening rush by readers looking for paperbacks to consume over the weekend. We catch up on re-shelving books, tracking down online requests, vacuuming...
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Anduin's cock hammered into Tyrande's asshole repeatedly. The water of moonwell poured over them, an endless stream from a magical source, out of the bowl that the cock-riding statue of Elune held up. Despite the several-metre-height from which it feel, it felt as light as a feather as it parted on their shaking bodies. There was a seconda...
Mable busied herself in her kitchen, pacing anxiously as she moved from one little task to another, all the while glancing at the clock on the wall. She was more than a little nervous about accepting Leslie's invitation for a social get-together and couldn't help but wonder might have precipitated such an invitation. More than anything, she longed to have a...
Hello readers! I've had the idea for this series of stories floating around my head for a while, and wasn't sure if people would like it. It revolves strongly around humiliation, and Henry's gradual journey of self discovery, so if that's not something you're interested in reading, you're forewarned. This is the first chapter, and I'd appreciate feedback if...
Like all of us, college senior Jackson has fantasies. Lately, all of his are about his philosophy professor. But Jackson has stumbled upon a peculiar way to go a little deeper into his fantasies. Maybe too deep. As he drifts further and further from reality, he is pushed toward a dangerous choice: Does he want the girl of his dreams, or the uncomfortable tru...
Air Captain Gideon Becker watched the skirmish line of airships bearing the enemy's colors – in this case, the red, gold and green of the Atlan Empire – bearing down on his position with a mixture of dread and excitement. He swung the periscope across the southern horizon and counted . . . five, no six ships. He noted with relief that they were not the three...