Travelling to the forest with a half-dragon






“Sure is a nice day today, isn’t it?”






The girl was standing next to the brushes, looking at the deserted road going through the forest.

A stream to die for
The video feed came to life, the chat quickly filling up, happily chatting about what they hopped to see. So far the video was broadcasting an inside view of a homely looking bedroom, the camera was focused on a made king-sized bed. Sat atop the bed, looking slightly nervous and unsure was a cute little sheep. His wool, a cream-white standing out on the black sheets of the bed. Then walking into frame was a slender orange fox, moving in and kissing at his cheek as he join

Jane's knees squeezed together, then disappeared. Her toes felt along meaty walls while her thighs were slowly being claimed next.
"Last chance if you want out. No shame in calling it quits!"
"And miss out on you failing at my hips again? Not a chance Kimberly!"
They grinned at each other. Jane's confidence was slipping away as she watched her legs slip between Kim's, but she refused to back down. Especially when it felt so good inside.
Jane had started the wager, and Kim had accepted immediatel

Lily and the beanstalk




The pen slipped between my slender fingers, worn out from the long days spent on the lookout for the slightest opportunity buried in the jumble of the Telegraph's classified ads. It halted suddenly, twitching with impatience, then twirled frantically around its finding, ready to unearth its truffle and circle it in red. I decidedly had to take a bite at the cherry, because money does not grow on trees: &qu

the hidden world of the monstergirls: part

6

The Promise






We left all 3 of us early in the morning. In spite of an excellent night in the belly of Cynthia. I am tired of everything that happened to me. I avoid announcing it of course. Celia would be too happy to help me. From the very first meters I had a bad feeling. It will not b

Chapter 2: A diaper melody… part 2:

 






I see the back of a white-haired girl. She wears a long silver dress and is more petite and smaller than most girls I know. Yet, for some reason, I know she is much older than me. 



I hear the most melodic and cutest voice I ever heard. A voice that as