The squishing, sloshing sounds of my two fingers pounding in and out of my sopping cunt could be heard over the din of the crowd. In my own tiny, personal pavilion, roughly four feet in diameter with just enough space to seat one or two people comfortably, I was shaded from the blazing sun, and the covered front table hid me from view. Only my head, shoulders, and torso could be seen. To any onlookers, I looked like a pro...

“You just had to get more Phlegm Cotton-gin,” I shouted as I ran. One hand clutched my fashionable chapeau, a ladies’ top hat that matched my green bodice. The other tightly gripped the hilt of my sword. Despite being armed, I was running for my life. “Phlebotinum. Bloody Phlebotinum,” Kayla shouted, her words sounding muted due to the deafening cacophony of the erupting volcanoes and the twenty-foot-tall fire demons chas...

After an eternity, the darkness began to dissipate. With glacial slowness, nothingness gradually brightened into something. As one epoch faded into the next, and, then, another, the void gave way to corporeal reality. The universe, all thought and emotion, and the realm of human experience manifested before my eyes and in my throbbing gray matter. The dim lights of the control panel, glowing amber and green, crashed into...

The sinking full moon cast its ethereal glow over the earth, silvery tendrils of dreams. Still large and glowing, it lit my way as the overburdened wagon creaked southward towards the north gate of Valencia. The time was nigh; the attack would be at first light. With the majority of the Imperial troops decimated by the Alfarian ambush, Eldag and I had very little trouble reaching the main southern gate of Valenica. Our en...

The Alfar trudged across the open fields, just to the side of King’s Road. The heat of the God-sun summer beat its warm fury down upon us, creating one of the most beautiful days I’ve ever seen. While regimented and disciplined, the fey folk didn’t march, they strolled in unison, talking in their beautiful, lilting language, singing and humming. At the forefront, Saerwen, the queen of the mercenary band, in her ethereal b...

The red God-sun painted my silvery blade with blood-like, reflective tendrils of liquid fire as the horses galloped gleefully through fallow fields, munching on clover and sweet grasses. Taking advantage of the temporary sanctuary, Splinter swinging in clean, precise arcs, I practiced my Duel-dancing, honing my sword fighting, feeling my lusty passions, my Untamed nature, welling up inside me. My journey towards the walle...

Great plumes of smoke, malformed basalt pillars, rose skyward from the devastation, choking out the suns. Swaying gently, breasts heaving from exertion, I surveyed the carnage around me. The once serene ground of our Twin Suns Winter campsite was destroyed, overturned and stained from the previous battle. Covered in soot and mud, battered and bruised, skin decorated from arterial sprays as red as the God Sun, as crimson a...

Pennants and flags fluttered in the wind; as far as the eye could see, north to south, greens, reds and whites on one side. On the other side, white crosses flew predominantly on a black field; though there were plenty on green fields. Some were bright as the day they were first fitted to the head of a lance or raised upon their pole. Some were dull and torn spattered with blood and mud; evidence of the battles they had b...