Chapters tagged bdsm

by MegaMarshmallow

Chapter 1

Your name is Bridget Diamonddew. A half-elf, the result of a union between your human father and elven mother. You have your mother's features; long, silky hair, pointed ears, plump, supple lips, big, wide eyes, thick thighs, long legs and a body that is both perky, yet, full an...

by MegaMarshmallow

Chapter 2

The lock clicks and it swings open. Stepping through the doorway was the only person that you would be thankful to see. You breathe a sigh of relief as you look at a half-elf like you, your own age. Ash Autumnspire, your handmaiden since before you could both walk and talk....

by MegaMarshmallow

Chapter 5

Soon enough you arrive at your lake, the royal family lake, deep within your ancestral forest, only your bloodline and those closest to you or the forest wardens have ever even laid eyes upon these crystal clear waters in living memory. The carriage stops just up the path from th...

by MegaMarshmallow

Chapter 2

The lock is jimmied open and in bounds what can only be described as a 'dishevelment' of goblins. They almost fall over one another to stampede into the room. Dressed in scraggy looking furs, wielding an arrangement of objects that vary between rusty, jagged blades and things tha...

by MegaMarshmallow

Chapter 2

The door bursts open with a flash of light, the telltale sign of magic being used to undo the lock. The air ripples for a moment in the open doorway and appearing from thin air is… yourself, or rather an almost identical woman. Your twin sister, Morgana, returned from wherever th...

by MegaMarshmallow

Chapter 3

The moment the plea leaves your lips her eyes light up and mouth curls into a feral grin. Before you can even react, she leaps towards you. Only her magic, keeping you aloft, is what stops you from being knocked to the floor below as she wraps her muscular body around y...

by MegaMarshmallow

Chapter 2

Your door breaks open, the body of one of your own guards breaking through the splintering wood and buckled steel before they fall, dead and motionless, upon the ground. Standing in the doorway is a hulking form. The thing of nightmares from tales your mother uses to tell you to...