Men loving other men.
The Eldalgen had always fascinated me. They were the last few megafaunal species that had lived during the Age of Springtide and just looking at a painting of one you could see why. In their adult size, the bulls could easily tower over three tall humans standing on each other’s shoulders. They say you can […]
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I had worked at the Gryphon Rider Tower for over a month now and every time I got up on that breeding saddle, I was excited. I had forgotten my ambition of becoming a griffon rider myself and had found a new goal of being ridden by the magnificent beasts. The first time I had
“Never expected to see an ash fae here. You’re kind rarely wanders away from your home isle. Yet, here you are, applying to be the gryphon aide under me. You do realize what that job entails, right?” Asked the flight master Trall as I sprouted back into the present, hearing griffins screeches outside the tall
How long had it been? I thought to myself, How long had it been since I had stepped down as the leader of this gang and turned into their slut? However long it had been, I still enjoyed getting bred by them almost daily and they didn’t seem to get tired of me either. Haaf,
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The men were getting desperate. Our small stone fort was falling apart, and we hadn’t found any good loot in weeks. Most of the crew were drunk or just getting there. I hadn’t fought my way all the way to the top for this. Sure, I had made some bad decisions in the past, but
It’s an easy job, I told myself as I bagged my things. You get in and you get out. Where your brethren had failed, you have the skills to finish this job. I took the scroll from my pillow into my hands and opened it to give it one last look. There he was. The
The warm rays of the morning sun woke me precisely where the foxling servant had left me. My naked body ached from the last night’s battering and I hardly had any strength to rise. Someone had brought a glass of shimmering liquid next to my night table. I stared at it for a while as
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It has been a week since I was sent to that stable to clean it. To the Master’s surprise, the centaur had been very calm when he showed him to the buyers. So calm even, that he had decided to keep him after all. They had no idea how he had become so calm but
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When the master hired me, he told me never to go to the farthest centaur stable alone, especially during the warm months. He told me it housed one of the most aggressive centaurs he had ever owned. The centaur he was talking about was untamable, but when the mares were in heat, he was even
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