Korwynn's Slave
Darkness. Fear held me in its exotic grip as I struggled to climb to my feet, only to find myself bound against the wall. I could hear footsteps nearby so I flicked my forked tongue out to catch my surroundings. The air was damp, meaning I was...
Shaitan's Willing Victim
It was a dark and moonlit night, and very little noise went through his part of the jungle tonight. The iguana was quite bored. One of his hands began to wander down over his chest, and he murred softly. It went to his black nipple, pierced with a...