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I read history books sometimes. Often, I go crazy about their content. Right now, I'm going nuts over the Mongols. Oh, and, the MG's I write are usually pretty hard to get.

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A Mongolian Wedding for a Centaur Wife

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YOU are Argat, son of Kuchar, First Jagun Commander in Kundek Noyan’s minghaan . You are also engaged to Chelu, daughter of Cirina and a fine mare among centaurs. Today is your wedding day, which means that you have to put up with all sorts of honor rituals that universally involve putting you down while testing your character. It’s tiresome and rather stressful, but at the end of the day, you and Chelu marry, and, at night, retire to your new ger in intimate privacy.

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A Mongolian Encounter

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Natalia has had a hard life. Wrongfully exiled for an act of amateur justice, she is banished from her homeland and forced to walk the plains alone. As a Minotaur, she has no trouble with acclimating to living in the wild, but her dealings with others are always brief and curt, as no-one is too happy to bother with an exile of monstrous lineage. One day, she’s just setting up her fire for the night, when she is suddenly visited by ten strangers on horseback.

She did not know it then, but she had been visited by the Laughing Ten – the shitposting arban of the Mongol Horde.

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Love and Slaughter – I

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It was a golden age for sellswords; the perfect time for questing warriors to find themselves in a world of turmoil and strife. The new Demon Lord was still consolidating her power, and old factions still stubbornly existed to resist her rule. Not everyone had been turned into succubi. Many lesser demonic lords still plotted her downfall in the shadows, and tribes of monsters who had somehow resisted the transformation attacked the realm on an almost day-to-day basis. The succubi dreamed of a world of love, but hatred had gripped it for a very long time before their age. Many still remembered the triumphs of the old Demon Lord of Slaughter, and it would be a while before even succubi could permanently sheath their swords to live their lives in sex-crazed eternity.

Gwyneth, Iona, Eira, Lili and Morwen were five of such sellswords. As a band of questing lizardwomen, they traveled to the frontier village of Virid one day, looking for work…

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Bicorn Shagging – 6,000 Words of Nonstop Smut

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Emilia and Presbyter went up the tavern stairs, his hand in hers as she took the lead. The bicorn had already cast a spell about her, trading her centauric lower half for a bipedal one that ceased being human at the knees, roughly transitioning to black-furred shins that terminated into hooves. These hooves clicked on the wooden floor, light in contrast to the falls of Presbyter’s armored boots. They walked briskly, almost on the verge of running as they made their way through the door-lined hallway. Theirs was the right room at the far end whose door practically flew open one moment before being slammed closed in the next. Then the two were upon each other, lips mashing furiously without even so much as greeting.

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