Tia found herself shocked beyond comprehension, when she realized that the Tentacle-Things that had molested Winnie the Gremlin to within an inch of her life, were now seemingly ‘flirting’ with Arawn!Read More...
Tia escorted him to the Charge of Quarters office. There, upon nearly entering, Arawn froze up for a moment, and then slowly entered the office. The reason he froze was that there was a brunette haired, blue-skinned demon officer in charge of admissions.
“Hello Corporal Tia,” she smiled sweetly as Tia entered her office. But that smile of hers widened considerably when she Arawn enter.
“Why Hello, Sweet-meat!” she positively gushed, as she stood up from her parchment covered desk. She then scuttled over to greet him. After she got well into his personal space, she grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously. All the while pressing her oversized breasts against him.
Tia, noticed at that moment that Arawn’s skin color had paled considerably at this interaction.
Jenna, decided that she had just about enough of listening to Helvetia clicking one of her eight spider leg tips endlessly on the stone floor.
While the sound of it had started out as unobtrusive as a first day recruit. In the last half-hour it had graduated, with honors, to a gut churning level of obnoxious distraction
“Touch me, oh touch me,” she crooned. Frotho’s hand, as though of its own will, reached out and traced the delicate swelling of her Dark Elf-breast, while the other slowly crept around her tiny, flawless waist, crushing her to his barrel chest.
“Hairy chest, I love a hairy chest,” she moaned, forcing him down on the silvered carpet. Her tiny, pink fingers caressed the luxuriant fur of his pectoral muscles while Frotho’s nose sought out the warmth of her precious long pointed Dark elf-ear.
“But I’m so tall and hairy, and . . . and you’re so beautiful,” Frotho whimpered, slipping clumsily out of his crossed garters. The Dark Elf-maiden said nothing, but only sighed deep in her throat and held him more firmly to her faunlike body.
“There is one thing you must do for me first,” she whispered into one rounded ear.
“Anything,” sobbed Frotho, growing frantic with his need. “Anything!” She closed her eyes and then opened them to the ceiling.
My personal trainer in Swords, is Sergeant Andra. She’s a widowed Salamander here at the Fort. She assists in many of the Rescue missions that Fort Eequor engages in. She’s told me that when I become a Yokai Second Class, that I’ll be fitted for some battle armor and get a Demon-Silver Sword. I look forward to that, because I want to be in the First.
There is something else the Army is good for. There are many Mamono who don’t want to join the Army- and that’s OK. Unfortunately, many Mamono have become widowed because of the Order. A few feel that they have nowhere to go because their men are dead, and they have children to take care of as well; they don’t want to be a burden on their extended families, so what can they do? The Overlord’s Army will take them in.Read More...