The only sound for miles was the rhythmic clink of metal on stone from my work. I was just thankful I was hidden from the suns blazing heat by a few meters of earth. I had maintained a pretty steady pace with this pickaxe, but in spite of the relative smoothness of my work, my mood was still pretty bleak. Occasionally I would accidentally catch a glimpse of...
The dusky graveyard had been torn apart and emptied. Its ancient tombstones were cracked and toppled, its rusted gates broken off the hinges. The ground was freshly dug and churned so that massive piles of dirt bordered the dozens of previously undisturbed graves. Every moldy coffin had been cracked open, and every vine-covered tomb had been ransacked, but n...
Val: Human Barbarian. An 21 year old tomboy who grew up in a mountain clan, learning to fight from an early age. She is tall with an athletic build, large breasts, shaggy brown hair, and many scars. Her clothing consists of little more than a fur thong and a skimpy breastplate that barely covers her bronzed chest. Penny Half-Pocket: Halfling Rouge. Val's be...
The dusky graveyard had been torn apart and emptied. Its ancient tombstones were cracked and toppled, its rusted gates broken off the hinges. The ground was freshly dug and churned so that massive piles of dirt bordered the dozens of previously undisturbed graves. Every moldy coffin had been cracked open, and every vine-covered tomb had been ransacked, but n...
"Who is he?" Ambrusia asked. Lura didn't answer immediately, instead reflecting on the woman's unusual accent and savoring it like an aged glass of drow mushroom wine. Ambrusia was behind her, spooning her, with her strong, yet decidedly feminine hand resting on Lura's obsidian hip. Her Red Robe was nowhere to be seen. "An old friend," the drow responded at...
Myrynda Torviir sat in her chamber, rocking back and forth and praying fervently. She was naked, clad only in sweat that caused her pristine white hair to cling to her long, shapely back. Tears streamed down her neck and she clutched an old, tarnished emblem in her hands so tightly that her palms had long since begun to bleed. The pounding at her door sounde...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Rev...
Chapter 7 Six years earlier... Corec waved a serving girl over before taking a seat with the three other trainees. Before he could order, though, his friend Kevik stood. "It's on me this time," Kevik said. "It's your birthday." Corec nodded. "Thanks." Kevik ordered a round of ale while Trentin and Barat looked around, wide-eyed. It was the first time th...
***Much thanks to SleeperyJim for his outstanding work editing.*** ***** The ice cold water hit Ethan like... well, a bucket of ice cold water. "Get up boy!" a voice said. He snapped awake and leap out of bed. It took almost a second for him to get his bearings, and when he did he realized it was still dark outside. He had been sleeping in the trainee...
Amethyst Sunset: The world took nearly seventy-two hours for a full rotation. I sat on the beach alone watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon. Because of the leisurely pace I was able to observe the sunset through my mask in various spectra. It was my latest way of distracting myself from the growing negativity between the two princesses. My playtim...