A little Percarious

"Um... this is a bit small don't you think, Jes?" Sam asked as he stood nervously on the coffee table. Jesse crouched down and crossed their arms on the edge of the table, looking down at him with a mischievous grin. "I just had an idea and...

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Wakin' Bakin' Fuckin'

Victoria mumbled as she slowly awoke to the morning sun peeking through the curtains. She lazily opened her eyes, her eyebrows and pointed ears raised when she saw Sam's dick standing proudly in front of her; her arms wrapped around his waist. ...

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Sharing With a Friend

"So you said that these things are supposed to light up when it gets dark?" Sam asked as he poked the pink spinel stud earrings into his mousy ears. "Yep!" Jesse chirped as the draconic cow walked up behind him, placing their hands on his...

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The Sorcerer's Infestation

"Order up!" Rita shouted while sliding a stein across the bar countertop. A patron toward the end fumbled but caught his beer before it careened off the edge. "T'ank ya!" the gryphon slurred. He raised his mug in a cheer. The other...

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The Redemption of Ix - Ch.2

_Chapter 2_ Tangent was hiding. Dressed in an inky black cloak over dark trews and soft-soled leather shoes, the young kobold held his breath in the deep shadows between two barrels, as a patrol of Invincible Dragon acolytes marched past. His eyes...

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The Redemption of Ix - Ch.4

_The Redemption of Ix_ _© 2021 Bruno Hirschkoff_ _\*_ _Chapter 4_ _\*_ Uzgal Sludgespear couldn't sleep. It was the first time in years the gnoll had slept beneath the stars. The last time he'd done so had been the night before Gnuzz Slimefist had...

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The Redemption of Ix - Ch.3

_Chapter 3_ Gradbal snored loudly. The orc's hot breath wafted over Booker Corbin's cheek with rhythmic certainty, its humidity condensing into gouts of steam in the cool air of the room they shared at the Vagabond's Rest. His arms were strong and...

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