The last trail was a fairly good sized chamber, with no obvious chasms to fall into, tight spaces to bar their way, or icy pools to freeze them solid. No poisonous gases, no signs of imminent geological activity, no unsteady ground. Just a large room with a few solid lumps here and there. Maitreyah advanced to inspect the lumps more closely. "They look like bag chairs," he whispered to Shakilah. "Made out of fur and skins. Not very well made, but..." he shrugged, and shone the light on another lump.Maitreyah swallowed bile with effort as the light shone upon the corpse of a humanoid creature. It may have been human. Or maybe not. The species of the victim was undeterminable after having been flayed of its skin and drained of all its blood. He shone the light on other lumps, which proved to be other corpses of a multitude of species. All of them both flayed and desiccated.Then... something moved.Maitreyah shone the light on the movement. A fur lined bag couch,

Percival knew that today was the night that was going to be one that he did not wish that came but it did. It was the night of meeting with the werewolves at their pack house so that they could sign the Peace treaty which would keep the violence between the vampires and werewolves at a bare minimum. It was not like that the fightings did not happen between the werewolves and the vamps but now with the Peace treaty in effect the cullings of both the races had been reduced to almost none.And he wanted to keep it that way.Morgan brought a chilled jug of fresh blood and placed it on the table in the silver ware. Percival looked at him and smiled,” You really wish this to go on without any hitch right?”“Of course, my Lord. I always wish for you to be safe and not fall in any kind of problems. However you are the one that thinks that going to the witches while they are mating and forcing them to create potions for you is a good idea. You do know t

Camilla’s DreamYou are in my bedroom, bathed in candle light, lying on my antique bed. Your arms are above your head and tied at your wrists to the rod iron bed frame with black silk rope. You have nothing on, only a black silk sheet at your hips. I stand at the end of the bed with black silk bathrobe. My hair is curled and cascading down my tattooed back. I am wearing dark eye shadow and dark red lipstick. I untied the bathrobe and let it fall off my body. I am nude except for the black lacy garter on my left thigh along with my black knee high heeled boots.I jump up on the bed on my knees and began to crawl up your body. Arriving at your strong chest, I rest my bare body on your pectoralis muscles with one leg resting on your shoulders. Looking down at you, I smile and tilt my head to the left. This is my silent way of asking you "would you like to eat me out?" You smile back at me, the tips of your fangs poking from your lips. Nodding your head, you rise you

His hand pressed gently against the cold glass of the window, before sharply recoiling in pain. His amber coloured eyes peered into the darken room and scrutinised the window that bared his way. Ever so slightly etched into the wooden frame and glass panes were faint runes that no mortal eyes would be able to perceive, even if they had been looking for them.Smirking to himself, he both applauded and dismissed the preparations the townsfolk had prepared. But as always, it was never enough. While the runes of the old tongue had innate power on their own, they also relied on their will of their inscriber. As versed as the local priests and scholars were, they all lacked faith. They were heretics at worst, and hypocrites at best. In his experience, it was only the few minutes before their deaths when the priests were truly devout in their conviction and belief.Closing his eyes, he reached out to her with his mind as he whispered her name so that only she would hear. Hear

"Fuck," Master said quietly, as if he hadn't meant to. Megan wished she could see what he was looking at, if he was watching his shaft move in and out of her body, if he was watching her face buried in Elvin's crotch. The feeling of being stretched from two different cocks was getting to her, she could feel herself heading towards a climax. "Maybe we should swap so you can taste my seed," he said, stroking her clit.Megan wanted to say she already had, but Elvin got there first. "I caught her licking you off her fingers like cream a few weeks ago. Enjoying it."Master stilled for a beat, then swore again and started slamming into her harder. After a few thrusts, he gasped, and Megan could feel warmth flooding her as he shuddered through his peak. Her nerves were super-sensitive, she was almost there, but she sensed some kind of communication happening above her. Before she could ask them via pack link what they were doing, Elvin pulled her off him. Megan gasped as she