Author: adri_king

A Giant’s Kiss – [mf, macrophilia, oral, cute, size, fantasy]

“Help! Help! Oh, please, isn’t there anyone who can help me?”

The calls for help were so quiet that, at first, Aralisse almost didn’t go to check.

‘It’s just some children playing games, maybe,’ she thought to herself, coming up to a large branch that hung over the road she was traveling on. To anyone else, the tree limb would have sailed harmlessly overhead as they walked beneath, but for Aralisse? She had to duck underneath, and even then, the top of her head grazed the 13-foot limb before she continued on her way, her lips pursed in mild concern.

The giantess was distracted.

The cries for help weren’t going away, not like she would have expected for a game. And, come to think of it, she hadn’t passed a village in some time, and these woods certainly weren’t a good place for children to be playing amongst themselves. The wolves and beasts stayed far away from her, being the biggest thing in these woods, but the voice that called out was small, weak.

The giantess paused, despite herself. What if it wasn’t children playing? She didn’t know if she could just walk away, now that the thought had crossed her mind. Read more »

The Princess’s Keeper – [MF, Fantasy, Monster, Oral, PIV, Macrophilia/Size difference]

As yet another roar echoed through the halls and rattled the tapestries that hung from the old, stone walls, Princess Elena mused that the dragon who guarded her tower must have been having a particularly bad morning. It was rare for the giant blue beast to be so fearsomely loud and irritable, especially in the early hours when he knew she tended to be asleep, and finally, the blonde woman forced herself to clamber out of bed to see what could be so amiss. Hopefully nothing too dire – she’d hoped to spend the day gardening.

She very nearly ran straight into the dragon – or, rather, what little of him could fit inside the tower.

“Oh – oh, my,” the petite blonde princess gaped, unable to tear her eyes away from the massive, dark blue-black member was that shoved rather inelegantly through the normally picturesque window – the dragoncock was about half the size of her body, and it was thickly veined and seemed to radiate heat. She had never seen this part of him before, a fearsome guard who prevented her from fleeing back to the nation that had exiled her. No, this was a very new scene for the poor princess. Read more »

A Damsel and Her Dragon – Part 1 [fantasy] [mf] [dubcon] [shapeshifting] [romance]

Yasmine had made a mistake. A costly, dire mistake. She’d whispered a plea in the night to a passing knight – *save me from the dragon, and I will do anything you want* – but she’d never imagined this outcome. 

It had been a shot in the dark, a last hurrah sort of thing, her last hope in escaping the tyrant clutches of the crimson drake who had kept her prisoner in a tall, inaccessible tower in the depths of a dark, mysterious forest. It was a tale as old as time, the Princess, held captive by some monstrous, ravenous beast that could only be bested by the greatest of heroes. The dragon’s presence had always been the one thing keeping her trapped—his hunger was endless, and any time he saw her he slavered with a lust that frightened her to her core. She hid in the tower, where his size was too great to fit, and she hoped that someday she would be freed from his clutches. 

Back then, Yas had believed that anything was preferable to the dragon and her captivity. Her daydreams had been of dashing heroes on beautiful white stallions come to sweep her off into the sunset, maybe claim her hand, and her kingdom, with a quick, romantic marriage. Read more »

Dealing With a Devil [MF] [Vanilla] [Cute] [Fun] [Paranormal]

One suggestion to those witchy guys and gals out there considering summoning a demon to curse their stupid, cheating exes: maybe don’t.

After all, sometimes the spells that you find on those remote websites in the dark depths of the internet actually work, and then what? Then you end up with a six-foot-something hunk of man flesh in your way-too-small studio apartment with nowhere to put him, that’s what.

It was the key question I’d failed to consider when I’d been setting up the little pentagram in the half-bath of my shitty Chicago apartment. It was Halloween night, but the trick-or-treaters had already come and gone (all four that visited this year, a new record!) and the complex was dark and quiet. A full moon hung in the air outside, and a cheap candle flickered in the windowsill of my bathroom’s porthole window. It took about 30 minutes, some wine coolers, and a lot of fake rose petals from the dollar store down the street to set the scene just right, but by the time I was done the room looked like it’d popped right out of a cringe-y vampire-flick from the early ‘00s.

So, everything was perfect. Read more »