A Tara Story Part of the Keltria universe
Serpin lay along the branch enjoying the warmth of the morning sun. The smell of the storm was still fresh in the air. Looking down she spied the strange little craft. The smell caught her attention, curiosity got the better of her and she had to go look. Her mother had often warned her that her curiosity would get her into trouble one day. Serpin's life was about to change.
When a dragon terrorizes a peaceful mountain village, a grizzled mercenary named Iden answers the call. With his sights set on the beast's treasure hoard, he begins his arduous climb to the misty peak, but what he finds in the dragon's lair turns his world upside-down.
A story in the Gabatrix Series Universe
Set after Gabatrix: The Cipra Campaign, a group of new troubled marine recruits travel to the UHN Lifen. There, a former Marine Master Sergeant and unique Captain awaits them. Many of the past main characters of the Gabatrix series make their triumphant return in this story. Story Contains: Human Male/Anthro (Alien) Female relations, Human Male/Human Female, Scalie, Anthro, Sex, Impregnate, Oviposition, Egg-Laying, Action, Science-Fiction, Future, Light Humor, Drama, War, Love, M/F, M/FF
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Practicing short stories, something (clearly) never been good at. Told a girl I met, "tell me five things about yourself and I'll write you a story." Not saying what they are, but I cover all of them in the story.
My intense smoke fetish made it totally unfair. My fiancee Cassie lit a cigarette and asked, "What would you do if you caught my daughters smoking?” I requested the additional information I obviously needed. “Indoors or outside? Regulars, 100’s, or those sexy long 120’s you like? What are they wearing? Do I have my XV16 camera handy, or just a quad HD?” She saw the bulge growing in my jeans and her jaw dropped. She threw her engagement ring at me, shouting, "OUT! GO! Never call me again!"
When Emily swerves to avoid a tiny creature, her mercy triggers a collision that binds her and a furious stranger in a single, haunting meter of ruined metal.
Midnight Midnight veils London in shadow. She waits at Embankment, coat parted, lace stockings bare above, slick beneath skirt. He emerges—tall, eyes devouring. Fingers trace blouse, nipples hardening. Mouth devours hers, deep. Kneels, tongue laps slick folds, circles clit slowly. She shudders, comes biting cries. Lifts her, thrusts deep—rolling, filling. They grind against rail until she clenches, he spills hot. Vanishes. She smiles, marked. Midnight
Isabela arrives in Rio for the first time, meeting Thiago in Ipanema. Their taxi ride teases with his hand high on her thigh. Inside his apartment, he pins her to the wall, fingers plunging deep with wet sounds, tasting her arousal. He fucks her hard against the plaster—sharp slaps of skin, slick squelches, her cries echoing—until they both shatter. In bed, slow rolling thrusts build softer, deeper climaxes, bodies slick and trembling in the salt-scented dawn.
A nameless road unspools forever under Elias Moreau’s tyres. Naked, half-hard, he drives toward Isolde—pale, raven-haired, eternally waiting, sex glistening in headlights. Each encounter is slow, deep, wordless release on warm tar, yet she recedes again. No end, only endless want, her scent on the wind, the next curve calling him forward.