“Fuck me, Master Jack,” the wench cried out. “Fuck me harder!” Each thrust of Jack’s cock sent a jiggling wave across the wench’s belly and up to her huge tits which were splayed out to either side of her body like two great loaves of dough ready for kneading. Jack was working up a sweat as he pounded his meat enthusiastically into her cunt. Her face was round with plump cheeks and a bit of a double chin. Her short straw-...

The stag was more magnificent than Jack had imagined. The sun was just beginning to set when the stag strode from the edge of the forest. Jack had seen its signs all season, the tracks of its hooves were larger than his hand, the tree rubs were deep as notches made by a sword, Jack had even seen a shed rack as large as a small tree inside the forest, but he dared not retrieve it. The stag moved out cautiously, one step at...

“Why are you always so glum?” El-Filla asked her sister. “Sister, you shall never know what it is to be the sacrifice,” Cerebelle bemoaned. “For when the time comes I must be the tribute to Lady Raven, Queen of Silver Lake.” “What is so bad about that? I have never been out of the Forest Kingdom. I would love to travel and have an adventure.” “Adventure! It is not an adventure! You shall never feel the anguish I feel. You...

The Witch Queen’s carriage looked like a huge spider crouching in the palace courtyard. The body of it was a black orb that seemed to be made of overlapping chitinous plates. It was carried about by long insect-like legs instead of wheels. Two tall dark sentries flanked the carriage wielding sinister looking axes. Their heads resembled the skulls of rams with long curving horns that swept up and backwards. They seemed to...

“Do the trick again, Silona,” Bethi pleaded. “Alright, one last time,” Silona replied. She cupped her graceful hands and began whispering an incantation into them. When she opened her hands she was holding a bright light. She swept her arms over her head in a large arc and the light dispersed into thousands of colored lights that swirled about the elves like swarms of fireflies. The lights gradually drifted upwards until...

“Fascinating, just fascinating,” said the sorcerer as he examined the raven perched on the window ledge of the tower. “What do you think it is, Chigatsay?” The oni towered over the sorcerer like a blue statue, his heavily muscled brass bound arms folded over his bulging chest, a single curved black horn protruding from the front of his head. He looked like he was about to say raven, then he reconsidered and shrugged his f...

Merlina stared at the parchment. Hemkaraho, the man she had trusted, the man she had called her husband had betrayed her. As she stared at the parchment it darkened, smoldered, and turned to ash in her hands. She let it scatter in the wind. She cried out in anguish, her voice echoing from the mountain peaks. Eventually, her wrath cooled a little. She had to plan for the assault, later she would take her vengeance. The rav...

“So this is the young faroh,” said the queen of Ether’ell. “We have been just dying to meet you.” The queen stood in a column of light emanating from an oculus in the domed rotunda. Her two faun bodyguards flanked her as Hemkaraho looked down on her from his throne at one end of the audience chamber. The scholarly Hemkaraho had rarely heeded the affections of the opposite sex before, but there was something about Queen Al...

A northerly breeze blew in the window from Silver Lake across El’Filla’s bare breasts causing her nipples to stiffen. She was restrained by the shackles attached to her wrists and ankles; the rigid wood of the examination table pressed into her back. The long beard of the old gnome tickled as it brushed across her skin while he examined her body through a disk of glass. El’Filla was not sure why the shackles were necessar...

Jack woke up and looked around taking in his surroundings. He had been dreaming he was at his favorite inn bedding his favorite wench. Then he remembered where he was. Who he was with. Fortunately, El’Filla was nowhere to be seen. He must have fallen asleep listening to her voice and the tales she told. Images from El’Filla’s stories had seemed to appear in the flames of the fire, the shadows on the walls of the cottage,...