A story in the Lilac and Derek series Universe
Lilac, a courtesan-in-training, was traded for a troop of soldiers. Forced to live in the harsh, cold northern realm of Vantadia alongside its king, Derek. A dark, toxic romance covered in blood and violence. Disclaimer: This is fictional and experimental. I do not condone non-con situations.
Based, with permission, on the 'Dickgirls of Faeruhn' series, by lightswitch
Based on "The Dickgirls of Faeruhn" series by Lightswitch. On planet Faeruhn the dominant life form is a hermaphroditic species consisting of 4 clone races. Each race has the aspect of a beautiful busty woman with a large impressive cock. The 4 races live in harmony, except in Rutting Season. Every 3 months, society breaks down, and it's every herm for herself. Each and every one will try her best to foist their child onto of one of the other races, and force her to unwilling bare a clone child!
A story set in Myaasia
World information is a series about features of Myaasia that are not suitable for presentation in story form but help in understanding the stories. Be it geography, cultures or other things. This is about the planes and the cosmology of Myaasia.
A Story in the Chance Encounters Universe
On a cloudless, summer day, as I walked along a country road going nowhere, I saw a beautiful, naked woman sitting alone in a car. She seemed to know me.
A story in the Futanari Parables Universe
Daria is a futanari who lives with her mom and sister. Her mom keeps admonishing Daria for her lack of self control when it comes to masturbation. Daria feels shame at her weakness, but is it deserved? Daria's mom seems to be covering something up.
We are in a land forgotten by change;... a land of tribal ways... within forest, hills, rivers and caves; where a struggle to survive and reach ones destiny, still prevales. Junguy, who's rightful place as a young prince-of -realm, was stolen by a Werwolf's magic. He and his parents were forced to flee for their lives from their kingdon, finding refuge in a distant Village run by a superstitious circle of Elders.
The Vicomte shivered and hoped his two hardy young guests would not notice his discomfort. They were all sitting on his terrace, watching the sun go down, for the fourth time on their extended visit to this enchanting, if rather crumbling residence. Roxana and Annie had eagerly availed themselves of their host's invitation to remain naked for the entirety of their visit, which he trusted would be long. He was beginning to regret the foolhardy munificence of this open-ended invitation.