Chapter 2
Mind reeling, shou struggled to keep up with his words and their implications, looking between him and khaesho utterly at a loss. "but... you seemed surprised that i could see you... didn't khaesho just say that everyone can see magic?"
Foreword/Synopsis
After khaesho gives her a little soft vore and some steamy double penetration (snakes are hemipenes, they have two dicks.)
An Epilogue
Maybe khaesho becomes the first naga to re-enter civilized society, and he takes up the role of diplomat, an ambassador for his people.
How it Ends.
The first semester, nobody came, but even so, khaesho held his nightly vigil at the shore, watching the stars turn.
Chapter 1
khaesho had been kind enough to bring her pack along when he abducted(?) her, and she reached in to grab a water bottle to wet her throat before launching into the story.
Prologue & Foreword
A foreword from the author This book started as a hobby. It was something I could enjoy with a close friend of mine, and as such, it was not meant to be read, much less understood, by anyone other than we. So, I feel the need to add some kind of...
Voltage
My memories are made from blood and pain. I don't mean to be dramatic, but it's a simple fact. Death heralded the beginning of my life. Not my birth... no, when I was born, I was normal enough... for a wolf, at least. I don't look it now, but really,...
Just Stories
Tobias sat at his mother's knee with wide eyes as she told him tales about ages long past, days when spirits both good and evil roamed the earth. To him, they were just stories, but they were entrancing and enrapturing, and he held onto each word with...
Dry Eyes, Cold Hearts (Ch. 11)
"Just three. I challenge you." "You have nothing to wager with! Your life is forfeit, and your soul is condemned before both gods!" "I disagree. I challenge you to a trial by combat. If I lose, you are correct, and you may bury me beneath the earth....
Dry Eyes, Cold Hearts (Ch. 5)
When Mordekai awoke in his tent, he sat up wearily and rubbed his eyes. The dying embers of a small fire gave the tent a harsh red tint, casting long shadows that were only just beginning to fade with Belluosus's rising. His skull ached like he'd taken...
Dry Eyes, Cold Hearts (Ch. 3)
As he lay on the sand, young Khaejiran's dreams were strange and chaotic. He watched scenes and happenings from a mercurial 1st person perspective as landscapes kaleidoscoped into each other with little regard to sanity, and the noise! He heard every...
Dry Eyes, Cold Hearts (Ch. 2)
Kage walked away from the fire pit with an odd sense of detachment. He recognized that, in two hours when Solus set and Belluosus dawned, he would begin a fight that could easily end with his death. Someone pressed a rough, flat edged stone into his...