And I have an idea of who’s responsible.
They saw us coming and sallied out from their camp to meet us, the orcs and goblins maneuvering their army into a proper formation for rushing us. We did the same, forming a mainly defensive formation for our enemy to hopefully break themselves upon.
Since my last contest entry had no smut, this one has a fair share of it.
The first story in this little series. I hope you enjoy.
He’d have a huge exhibition kink, and what would draw more attention than a “submissive” Hellhound?
This was the request. I delivered.
I can’t even begin to remember how long I sat there, screaming, though I do remember that shining smile in the face of the purple monster in front of me. It faltered at my cries, falling into a look of grave concern. She approached, a comely torso slithering along the lower mass of teeth, eyes, and purple slime. As she came closer, I could do nothing but scramble further backward. The bookshelf rocked precariously above us, threatening to topple over onto me, but I was in no condition to think of anything but putting as much distance in between the slithering creature and my person as I could. The Madness of Philip Howard still gripped me, for his memories latched onto my mind like the writhing tentacles of the shoggoth snaking out to ensnare me.