Now face to face with the mamano that took his prized armor, Jason will have to pull all the stops to get his armor back. But surely a smart ass with an acid tongue and a selfish, haughty Dragon can calmly work things out peacefully, right? Strap in, folks. It’s going to be a bumpy ride. For both of them…Read More...
“You have GOT to be kidding me!” Jinks the Gremlin exclaimed, outraged. Arawn sighed patiently.
“No, I am not, as you put it, ‘kidding’.” He replied quietly.
“I am quite serious when I state that I need you to masturbate with one of these Chocolate Dildos.” He continued, holding one of the ‘Ported’ Dildos up in a hand so that she could see it. This time it was made of white chocolate.
“Preferably, in between a pair of the Teleportation Platforms.” He explained patiently, as Jinks focused on it momentarily, then shifted her attention back to him with a skeptical look.
“In plain sight, for everyone to watch?” she demanded. Arawn nodded, and continued.
I find myself in the midst of a Sorcerer’s duel with an opponent by the name of Prester-Tim. We are dueling because he insisted upon treating my beloved Shoggoth: Takana, shabbily.Read More...
I was about to say something more, when we heard a knocking upon her door, it knocked but once and nothing more. She seemed surprised, then went to see what lay in store. I chose to remain in her boudoir, for my clothing lay in tatters upon the floor, my nudity would be something no Mamono would ignore.Read More...
My hackles rise as I comprehend my situation: ‘I am confined. I HATE being confined!’, my control over my emotions begins to falter as that child-thing approaches me relentlessly. I find myself involuntarily stepping backwards in consternation.
Observing my action, she smiles lewdly, enjoying my discomfort. She seems to deliberately stomp her hooves louder as she steps ever closer. My smile has long vanished, replaced with a snarl.
The closer she gets, the more my attention is drawn to her finer details. I can see that she has but three fingers along with a thumb on each of her oversized hands/paws? Lace garter stockings combined with a strip of a halter that just barely covers her nipples. On an adult female, such accoutrements would have intrigued me. But I find it beyond revolting on this mockery of a woman.
Finally, she stops just outside the innermost circle. She continues looking over my near naked form as if I am slab of meat, her pupils lingering over select portions of my anatomy. Her mouth opens and I see her tongue blep out for several seconds as her gaze fixates on my loincloth. Bile rises in my throat in response,.
Her gaze tells me that I am nothing more than a commodity to her. I sense that she would not hesitate for an instant to turn me into a plaything if given half a chance.