Chapter 2 - The diabolic doll It was the beginning of summer but one would never know by the unpredictable weather. The sun was attempting to shine, but it was dulled by the minor storm. The wind whistled, the swelled clouds were ready to burst and the smell of the upcoming rain dominated the air. It seemed as if the summer was still stuck in spring. There...
Author's Note: Because this story takes place in a fantasy analogue of the Age of Sail, I am using the Imperial measurement system in all it's outdated glory. For most of you, that will mean it's hard to figure out what the weights mean. It's a way to give a rough idea of how much someone weighs without being locked down to a particular number. The ambiguity...
Brooke Fisher sat in the back of the limousine as it wound it's way up the highway into rural Vermont. She had on her usual funky emo outfit which consisted of shorts over black leggings combined with a t-shirt and denim jacket. Brook loved to dress this way since it not only defined her as a "cool chick" but it also infuriated her father to no end. And infu...
Author's Note: This is the first entry in a codex of background information on the world of Orc Dominion. It's not really erotic, though there may be some adult themes, and it's written more like an encyclopedia than a story. But I still hope you enjoy it! If you find them interesting I will continue to post them. This entry is on the Eye of the Abyss, a gem...
There was something to be said for old tombstones. Sally ran her hand across the face of one dated in 1842 as she admired its carvings. They were always well built. If you compared today's markers to those of that time period you'd find that today's tombstones were dull and useless. These markers depicted nothing about the individual laying six feet under th...
Far below, the princess searched shelf after shelf, reading legends on spines of volumes, carefully unrolling scrolls. Histories and legends, faery tales and myths lay before her. To all these she gave passing glances, but had not the time to delve deep into their secrets. She made her way down the long hall, her fingers stopping now and again, pulling some...
The Tookees control massive amounts of power, but they don't know how it works. They know only that certain special women, captured with their ships in deep space, can be used as triggers to control the power. The spark needed to ignite the power comes during sexual climax. But something goes wrong when the Tookees capture The Marauder. Mousey and her seven...
The daylight came quickly. It was time to tell the clan. Reidar called Chieftain Soren and his son to his home. It would be best if Soren found out first. When a knock came at the door, Reidar pulled it open. "Soren, Kaire, please come in." Murani sat on the bed as the two Thoran came in. She shivered as the two new sets of eyes found her. They stared. S...
All Characters in this story are 18 years or older in Human years. * Deep within a majestic forest and long before the empires of men stood an ancient society whose long standing traditions still run through our veins, those lucky enough to witness the last remnants of this society called these mystic beings Nymphs. The Nymphs arrived from a higher plan...
Jasmine is an Elf who has been granted one night in the Human Realm to attend the wedding of Princess Amara and Imperial Prince Gabriel. "Tonight, would you like to share a bed with me?" I asked the handsome human hopefully. He chuckled, blushing. "I'm actually engaged to be married soon, and I wouldn't feel right..." I suppressed a sigh of disappointment...