Author: pinkjet-printer

[FF*] Darkness [fantasy] [tent]

As Lynda nibbled at her ear, Lily slowly woke up, the stark sunlight outside doing its best to penetrate the thick wooden shutters on the window. Both of them were still stained and sticky, covered in gifts from the patrons they had served the night before.

“Someone is knocking.” Lynda said between playful bites.

She was right. Someone was softly knocking at the door to their bed chamber. Cursing softly, Lily staggered to her feet and made her way over to the door, flinging it open to find the Madam waiting without.

“Good morning.” she offered pleasantly.

“There’s nothing good about the morning.” Lily said with a yawn. “Why are you waking us up before midday?”

“An archivist from the college is waiting for you and Lynda in the parlor.” the Madam explained. “Apparently he needs a pair of whores for some special project, or problem, or something.”

“I didn’t really listen past the part where he told me how much he would be paying.” she admitted with a shrug. “So get Lynda up, have a quick bath, and then find him in the parlor.” Read more »

[FMF] Hide and Seek [fantasy] [inc]

Snowmoth darted easily between the moonlit trees, listening intently for his breathing as he chased her. He’d managed to rid her of her tunic in the tussle on the riverbank, but she had no intent of letting him pin her down in the forest. Suddenly, however, she found herself under open sky, having run straight into the southern clearing. Breathlessly she stood looking around the tree line, straining her ears to pick up the slightest sound of movement, looking carefully for the slightest rustle of branch or leaf. It was no use. He was too good. Too quiet.

Too focused on him, Snowmoth forgot all about the other one, until suddenly she sprang out of the tall grass, tackling her to the ground.

“Got her!” Moonshade shouted, pinning Snowmoth below her.

“You’re working with him now?” Snowmoth asked incredulously as he dropped from a tree and stalked through the clearing over to the pair of them.

“Of course I am, dummy.” Moonshade said with a grin, leaning down to give her sister a kiss. “Otherwise you’d always win, and that’s no fun.”

“You’re slowing down, sis.” her brother said, crouching down with a grin on his face. “I almost thought I had you at the riverbank.” Read more »

[MfM] Local Work [prost] [fantasy] [Mdom]

Ming sat down heavily on the shoddy bed, causing it to creak worryingly. The little room at the back of the inn had cost her most of what money she had left. While that had not been a lot to begin with, it hardly seemed worth it for what she had gotten. Even so, it was a roof over her head, and the bed was clean enough. Not _clean_, as such, but _clean enough_. Looking through her purse, she found that she only had a few copper pennies left, and realized she’d have to scare up some income if she wanted her journey to continue; Rosefire was still almost two waynweeks away, and at least three times that on foot, and she’d have to be very fortunate to get there on anything less than half a crown.

After changing her travel leathers for street clothes, she made her way back to the common room, where a couple of pennies bought her a light meal and half a bottle of weak winterfruit wine. As she ate, she watched the room for opportunities to make a bit of coin, but nothing obvious presented itself. Read more »

[Fm] Storm [oral] [anal] [fantasy]

“So ye’re really goin’, then?” Storm said with a frown.

“Aye.” Anya said plainly. “Like me father before me, and me brother, and me other brother.”

“And nothin’ I can do can convince ye ta stay?” Storm said, jumping down from the windowsill.

“Nothin’.” Anya said, just as plainly, tossing another pair of boomwool trousers into her sack.

“Are ye sure, nao?” Storm said, slipping up behind her, his breath rolling in like a sea breeze over her back. “There are a lot a’things I do…”

Smiling, Anya could feel his tadger rub against her bare buttocks as his hands wandered up over her toned abs and found their way to her firm tits. He wasn’t the biggest she’d had, but by far the hardest and most eager; certainly the most consistently available.

“If I stayed, what’d we even do?” she said, placing her hand on his. “It innae as if I could shack up with a wharf rat.”

“Why cannae ye?” Storm said, slim fingers circling her nipples.

“Me father tolerates ye because he knows I’m goin’ off to th’Academy.” she explained. “If’n thought fer a moment ye’d have me stay, n’d burn ye to a crisp.” Read more »