Detoured by a storm and running late, Brian Brannigan thought his latest attempt to get ahead of the traffic just another wrong turn. In time he would lean that it had definately been a turn for the better.
After a gate opens and dragons and their kind come through the realm becomes chaos. That starts one man's trek to the distant dwarf mines to make weapons to kill dragons. Of course there is a young woman left out as a sacrifice to the dragons and drakes to face. Once the weapon is made it proves deadly to dragons but takes every bit of courage he has.
After escaping the ADVENT controlled city, our hero and his alien lover find themselves among the ranks of XCOM, a rag-tag band of soldiers and resistance fighters who are bent on driving the occupying forces off the planet. What will their success mean for the aliens who will be stranded on Earth, and how will the couple adapt to life after the war? (X-COM fanfiction)
The location is true, an amazing inland waterway of slow tidal rivers and shallow interconnected lakes. The places mentioned are mostly true, the bridge definitely is. I've renamed some things and moved one or two around. Three teenage girls and one boy go sailing. At first it genuinely is for the sailing; clearly three girls will be safe with only one boy, unless of course they are the hunters and he is the prey.
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A Westmouthshire Universe Story
Bob Johnson is asked to watch over a group of wild nineteen-year-olds by his widowed neighbour. Perhaps she should have known what would happen when five horny young women are left alone with a handsome, experienced older man. Or perhaps she did know… But one thing is for sure—Bob Johnson's life is about to get a lot more complicated. Or a lot more fun. Or both. Marc's take on a classic internet erotica trope.