Chapter 7
by Storm Chyld
Business or leisure?
Seek the mayor.
Thomas shook his head, and walked outside of the tavern, glancing around the desolate and forsaken town. With a sigh he walked toward the large oak tree, in the center of the small hamlet. His boots landed softly on the cobblestones his grandfather had built long before he was born, as he made his way toward the monolithic plant.
Thomas came to a halt beneath the huge tree, and looked at its sickly black bark, and twisted limbs. There were no leaves. It was like the tree was just barely clinging to life. Thomas sighed wondering how far his family had fallen thanks to the vile machinations of his sire.
The Justicar felt a presence behind him, someone quiet and nearly undetectable. “It wasn't always like this you know.” A dulcet voice said sadly.
“I do.” Thomas smiled, turning around and lowering his hood to reveal his face. “How have you been Allie.
“Thomas?” The busty dark elf cried out in delight, hugging him close.
“It's good to see you again.” He replied hugging back, feeling her huge tits press against his chest.
Pulling back, the two looked one another over, having not seen each other in ten years. Allie's white hair was short and wild now, rather then the long braids he remembered She was dressed in a tight fitting dress that showed off plenty of her purple orbs, as well as her taunt stomach, and sexy hips. The dress trailed off around the knees, leaving the woman plenty of room to move with. Her breasts were huge, nearly as big as Kaia, and he couldn't help but wonder if that was part of his attraction to the gypsy woman. Allie was his teenage crush. An unrequited love, that could never take place. Glancing up at her beautiful eyes, his heart nearly stopped. It was her gold eyes, those exotic irises that always took his breath away.
“You still have a crush on me?” Allie giggled, causing her bosom to jiggle hypnotically.
“You knew?” He blushed glancing down.
“Of course I did, and if you hadn't run away when you did, I was going to make a man out of you.” She teased, causing him to turn a deep shade of red. “Alas your all grown up, and you look so handsome.” She smiled. “I assume your not here for me though.” She frowned suddenly.
Will he give into his youthful crush, or focus on the task at hand?
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Horror Beneath
When a rich lord's ambition leads him into the darkness beneath the earth, he unleashes hell upon his home and all those within his domain. With knocking on his door step, and hell crying out from beyond, he sends a letter to his child, begging them to return and save their birthright, from damnation. (Parody of a video game I enjoy.)
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Updated on Aug 20, 2019
by Storm Chyld
Created on May 21, 2018
by Storm Chyld
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