Queen Charming by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER TWO
Queen Brianna was certain that there was a conspiracy afoot now. Not only had her husband, the King been murdered, but now she was sure that there was a cover-up to conceal who killed him and why. And Brianna was determined that she would get to the bottom of it!
The Queen stormed through the hallways of the castle, straight down to the barracks and into the office of the Captain of the Guard.
"Captain Ramsay, I demand some answers!" Brianna snapped as she slammed the door shut behind her.
Ramsay was a young officer in his early thirties, about the same age as the Queen herself. He was a good looking soldier who'd quickly risen through the ranks to take on command of the King's personal protectors.
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Sunday, May 20, 2012
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Queen Charming Chapter 1
Queen Charming by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER ONE
King Thomas gave a drunken roar of laughter and beer spurted from his mouth as one of his many courtiers told a particularly ribald joke. Old King Thomas had ruled the Kingdom for over twenty five years, since his surprising ascent to the throne following his father's death at a rather young age.
The feasting and drinking were in full swing in the royal meeting chamber, something of a regular occurrence in the many long years of Thomas's rule. To the King's left sat Queen Brianna, rolling her eyes in disgust at her husband's bawdy behaviour. The Queen was dressed in an emerald green gown that looked absolutely stunning. Her flawless features and long blonde hair, not to mention her enticingly curved figure and generous cleavage had given her the reputation as one of the most beautiful women in the kingdom. She was in her mid-thirties but still outshone almost every other lady of the court.
In her youth Brianna had been known as the Flower of Rhoyne, the most precious asset of her father, Duke Khalan's, dukedom. She was said to be the mostly beautiful women in the world. Brianna's hand had been gifted to King Thomas in exchange for an alliance between the Kingdom and Khalan's much smaller, independent dukedom. Brianna had only been eighteen at the time, but Thomas, more than a dozen years her senior, had instantly fallen in lust for the dazzling, young beauty.
CHAPTER ONE
King Thomas gave a drunken roar of laughter and beer spurted from his mouth as one of his many courtiers told a particularly ribald joke. Old King Thomas had ruled the Kingdom for over twenty five years, since his surprising ascent to the throne following his father's death at a rather young age.
The feasting and drinking were in full swing in the royal meeting chamber, something of a regular occurrence in the many long years of Thomas's rule. To the King's left sat Queen Brianna, rolling her eyes in disgust at her husband's bawdy behaviour. The Queen was dressed in an emerald green gown that looked absolutely stunning. Her flawless features and long blonde hair, not to mention her enticingly curved figure and generous cleavage had given her the reputation as one of the most beautiful women in the kingdom. She was in her mid-thirties but still outshone almost every other lady of the court.
In her youth Brianna had been known as the Flower of Rhoyne, the most precious asset of her father, Duke Khalan's, dukedom. She was said to be the mostly beautiful women in the world. Brianna's hand had been gifted to King Thomas in exchange for an alliance between the Kingdom and Khalan's much smaller, independent dukedom. Brianna had only been eighteen at the time, but Thomas, more than a dozen years her senior, had instantly fallen in lust for the dazzling, young beauty.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Beautiful Melody
Beautiful Melody by GeorgeTasker
Hi Harry!
I must say you have one brilliant mind for lyrics. The words you wrote for my new hit single moved me deeply and I had to reach out to you and say thank you! If you weren't on the other side of the world I'd love to show my appreciation. Looking forward to singing more of your wonderful lyrics in the future!
Lots of licks, kisses and sucks for your cock, Bella
Harry Shepherd, read through the note about ten times, unable to believe what he had read. When he'd submitted the lyrics for the song “Beautiful Melody” he hadn't even expected it to get recorded, let alone by a pop superstar like Bella.
Harry was a professional songwriter based in New Zealand, he’s submitted hundreds of songs to various record companies around the world, and up until “Beautiful Melody”, very few had been recorded and published.
Hi Harry!
I must say you have one brilliant mind for lyrics. The words you wrote for my new hit single moved me deeply and I had to reach out to you and say thank you! If you weren't on the other side of the world I'd love to show my appreciation. Looking forward to singing more of your wonderful lyrics in the future!
Lots of licks, kisses and sucks for your cock, Bella
Harry Shepherd, read through the note about ten times, unable to believe what he had read. When he'd submitted the lyrics for the song “Beautiful Melody” he hadn't even expected it to get recorded, let alone by a pop superstar like Bella.
Harry was a professional songwriter based in New Zealand, he’s submitted hundreds of songs to various record companies around the world, and up until “Beautiful Melody”, very few had been recorded and published.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Sir Cockweasel The Third Chapter 3
Sir Cockweasel The Third by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER THREE
Kum Foulfang the orc, trudged slowly along the path, kicking the odd lose stone or twig that he spotted on the track. He was still somewhat unsure about his decision as he reluctantly hiked away from the human lands and back towards his home with the orcs. He was also rather nervous about how he'd be received when he got back, he was, after all, a traitor.
Suddenly the orc tensed as he heard a noise from behind him on the trail. The sound of hooves.
The chubby orc dived into a nearby bush, hoping that whoever was behind him wouldn't spot his hiding place.
Foulfang peered through the branches of the bush, looking back in the direction the horse was coming from.
CHAPTER THREE
Kum Foulfang the orc, trudged slowly along the path, kicking the odd lose stone or twig that he spotted on the track. He was still somewhat unsure about his decision as he reluctantly hiked away from the human lands and back towards his home with the orcs. He was also rather nervous about how he'd be received when he got back, he was, after all, a traitor.
Suddenly the orc tensed as he heard a noise from behind him on the trail. The sound of hooves.
The chubby orc dived into a nearby bush, hoping that whoever was behind him wouldn't spot his hiding place.
Foulfang peered through the branches of the bush, looking back in the direction the horse was coming from.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Sir Cockweasel The Third Chapters 1 and 2
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Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Security Breach
Security Breach by GeorgeTasker
George McLean had worked at the New City Nuclear Power Station as a security guard for the past nine and a half years. The slightly overweight 47 year old had been a security guard since he'd left high school, but this power station job was by far the best gig he'd had. Unlike the banks, building sites and multi-story corporate offices where he'd worked in the past, guarding the power station could almost be done in his sleep.
George shared the four till midnight twilight shift with Kevin Donaghy, his fellow security guard and best friend of the past three years. Most of the security measures in place at the New City Power Station were automated. Access controlled doors, metal detectors, CCTV, alarm systems, like most things these days, almost everything was computer controlled. All George and Kevin really had to do was keep an eye on the secure doors to the reactor, laboratory and mainframes.
As far as George could figure it, there wasn't a lot inside worth taking anyway, so the chance of trouble was pretty low. About the worst he'd had to deal with in his nine and a half years on the job was a couple of protestors, complaining about some green, save the planet issue. Truth be told, they were more like receptionists than security guards.
George McLean had worked at the New City Nuclear Power Station as a security guard for the past nine and a half years. The slightly overweight 47 year old had been a security guard since he'd left high school, but this power station job was by far the best gig he'd had. Unlike the banks, building sites and multi-story corporate offices where he'd worked in the past, guarding the power station could almost be done in his sleep.
George shared the four till midnight twilight shift with Kevin Donaghy, his fellow security guard and best friend of the past three years. Most of the security measures in place at the New City Power Station were automated. Access controlled doors, metal detectors, CCTV, alarm systems, like most things these days, almost everything was computer controlled. All George and Kevin really had to do was keep an eye on the secure doors to the reactor, laboratory and mainframes.
As far as George could figure it, there wasn't a lot inside worth taking anyway, so the chance of trouble was pretty low. About the worst he'd had to deal with in his nine and a half years on the job was a couple of protestors, complaining about some green, save the planet issue. Truth be told, they were more like receptionists than security guards.
Monday, May 14, 2012
The Goblin And The Paladin Chapter 3
The Goblin and The Paladin by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER THREE
Foulfang gave a cry of surprise as he landed face first in the two foot deep stream, it was just deep enough to avoid his face hitting the rock at the bottom. Before he had a chance to stop himself the stream washed him headfirst down into the hole. His left shoulder was smashed jarringly into the rocks around the edge of the gap and then he found himself jammed into the hole. His head, shoulders and upper body sticking downwards, overlooking a much deeper river in the darkness below, his legs still in the stream above, jammed in place by his over-sized belly.
Gwendalyn glanced back around the corner to see the two guards struggling with the broken lock that Cockweasel had left behind. She could hear shouts from further back near the back section of the cave that suggested more orcs were on their way. She swore under her breath and hurried back to where Foulfang was jammed into the hole.
"Help me push," she said to Cockweasel, jumping down into the stream behind the orc’s back half.
CHAPTER THREE
Foulfang gave a cry of surprise as he landed face first in the two foot deep stream, it was just deep enough to avoid his face hitting the rock at the bottom. Before he had a chance to stop himself the stream washed him headfirst down into the hole. His left shoulder was smashed jarringly into the rocks around the edge of the gap and then he found himself jammed into the hole. His head, shoulders and upper body sticking downwards, overlooking a much deeper river in the darkness below, his legs still in the stream above, jammed in place by his over-sized belly.
Gwendalyn glanced back around the corner to see the two guards struggling with the broken lock that Cockweasel had left behind. She could hear shouts from further back near the back section of the cave that suggested more orcs were on their way. She swore under her breath and hurried back to where Foulfang was jammed into the hole.
"Help me push," she said to Cockweasel, jumping down into the stream behind the orc’s back half.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
The Goblin And The Paladin Chapters 1 and 2
The Goblin and The Paladin by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER ONE
Johanna pulled her cloak tighter around her as a chilling gust of wind blew through the temple courtyard. The beautiful young flame haired priestess rushed hurriedly across the cobbled yard as dusk descended on the city.
Johanna was a junior priestess of Adeva, the Goddess of Love. It was rare a priestess of Adeva was summoned to the Temple of Swords to worship, even rarer to the quarters of a Paladin, on most occasions it was one of the squires who would seek worship with Adeva. Johanna had never been to the Paladin's area of the temple before, although she'd made a number of more recent trips to the squires’ quarters.
The kingdom was currently at war with the monstrous Orcs from the southern wastelands and most of the Paladins were either off fighting or busy training and preparing for the vicious ongoing conflict, so when Johanna had received the summons she was surprised.
CHAPTER ONE
Johanna pulled her cloak tighter around her as a chilling gust of wind blew through the temple courtyard. The beautiful young flame haired priestess rushed hurriedly across the cobbled yard as dusk descended on the city.
Johanna was a junior priestess of Adeva, the Goddess of Love. It was rare a priestess of Adeva was summoned to the Temple of Swords to worship, even rarer to the quarters of a Paladin, on most occasions it was one of the squires who would seek worship with Adeva. Johanna had never been to the Paladin's area of the temple before, although she'd made a number of more recent trips to the squires’ quarters.
The kingdom was currently at war with the monstrous Orcs from the southern wastelands and most of the Paladins were either off fighting or busy training and preparing for the vicious ongoing conflict, so when Johanna had received the summons she was surprised.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Friday, May 11, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Dirk Longsabre Chapters 3 and 4
Dirk Longsabre by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER THREE
The pain had only lasted for a fraction of second, the bullet traveling straight through Dirk’s heart, killing him instantly. Dirk remained on his feet however, watching as his body tumbled forward, blood splattering down the alleyway, a look of absolute horror on Gretchen’s face. Dirk turned away from his body to see the homeless man, Jim, running in the opposite direction.
“I’m dead?” Dirk tried to speak but no sound came from his lips. He looked downwards at himself, but there was nothing there. It wasn’t like he had expected, he wasn’t a ghost or anything. He just wasn’t there, merely a presence, a consciousness with no body.
Dirk turned back to where his dead body lay. He saw the blonde woman kneeling at his side, cradling his head in her arms and looking upwards as if she were praying.
“Well this sucks,” Dirk tried to grumble, but without a mouth, without a body he made no sound. “What a way for the great Dirk Longsabre to die, shot in the back by a bum.”
CHAPTER THREE
The pain had only lasted for a fraction of second, the bullet traveling straight through Dirk’s heart, killing him instantly. Dirk remained on his feet however, watching as his body tumbled forward, blood splattering down the alleyway, a look of absolute horror on Gretchen’s face. Dirk turned away from his body to see the homeless man, Jim, running in the opposite direction.
“I’m dead?” Dirk tried to speak but no sound came from his lips. He looked downwards at himself, but there was nothing there. It wasn’t like he had expected, he wasn’t a ghost or anything. He just wasn’t there, merely a presence, a consciousness with no body.
Dirk turned back to where his dead body lay. He saw the blonde woman kneeling at his side, cradling his head in her arms and looking upwards as if she were praying.
“Well this sucks,” Dirk tried to grumble, but without a mouth, without a body he made no sound. “What a way for the great Dirk Longsabre to die, shot in the back by a bum.”
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Dirk Longsabre Chapters 1 and 2
Dirk Longsabre by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER ONE
Dirk Longsabre’s brow furrowed in frustration and he rubbed two fingers restlessly over the manly dimple on his strong chin. It had been a terribly boring and frustrating five hours work today, he just hadn’t felt like even turning up today. The fact he’d been asked to turn up at 5am hadn’t helped matters either, Dirk much preferred the more gentlemanly hours, usually not seeing the sunlight until well after noon.
“I think you’re ready now Mr Longsabre,” announced a pretty young girl as she lifted her head up from his lap, wiping her chin.
“Thank you Annie,” Dirk replied with a charming smile as the fluff girl gave the head of his fully erect 10-inch cock a last tender kiss. Dirk always liked receiving head from fluffers, who were always so obliging and diligent. Real pornstars tended to think they were above cocksucking and never put their heart into it, unlike girls like Annie.
“You’ve got such a nice cock Mr Longsabre,” Annie added with a slight blush, her mouth watering at the memory of his manhood.
CHAPTER ONE
Dirk Longsabre’s brow furrowed in frustration and he rubbed two fingers restlessly over the manly dimple on his strong chin. It had been a terribly boring and frustrating five hours work today, he just hadn’t felt like even turning up today. The fact he’d been asked to turn up at 5am hadn’t helped matters either, Dirk much preferred the more gentlemanly hours, usually not seeing the sunlight until well after noon.
“I think you’re ready now Mr Longsabre,” announced a pretty young girl as she lifted her head up from his lap, wiping her chin.
“Thank you Annie,” Dirk replied with a charming smile as the fluff girl gave the head of his fully erect 10-inch cock a last tender kiss. Dirk always liked receiving head from fluffers, who were always so obliging and diligent. Real pornstars tended to think they were above cocksucking and never put their heart into it, unlike girls like Annie.
“You’ve got such a nice cock Mr Longsabre,” Annie added with a slight blush, her mouth watering at the memory of his manhood.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Final Kiss Goodbye
Final Kiss Goodbye by GeorgeTasker
"This is a hair-brained idea!" Norm Palmer muttered to himself as he pulled his car to a stop outside the rundown apartment building on the east side of town. On the ten minute drive over he'd almost turned the car around twice, but for some reason he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
Norm was a sixty-six year old former plumber. When he'd retired from working just over a year ago he'd been looking forward to the golden years of his life, at least that's what his older friends had been telling him since they retired. Unfortunately things had not worked out that way for Norm. Less than a week after he'd finally hung up his tools, Marge, his wife of forty years was killed in a car accident. Run over by a drunk whilst crossing the street.
This was not the source of Norm's unhappiness however. His marriage to Marge had not been a happy one. Marge was a real bitch who was constantly looking down her nose at Norm, always whining and nagging for him to do something better with his life. And as for their sex life it was non-existent, in the forty years of their marriage, Norm could only think of six times that he'd fucked Marge and half of those were whilst she was dead drunk. It was always standard missionary style sex, and over very quickly, at least that was the way Norm dimly remembered it, for the final fifteen years of their marriage he'd been impotent, not that it would have made a whole lot of difference of course.
"This is a hair-brained idea!" Norm Palmer muttered to himself as he pulled his car to a stop outside the rundown apartment building on the east side of town. On the ten minute drive over he'd almost turned the car around twice, but for some reason he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
Norm was a sixty-six year old former plumber. When he'd retired from working just over a year ago he'd been looking forward to the golden years of his life, at least that's what his older friends had been telling him since they retired. Unfortunately things had not worked out that way for Norm. Less than a week after he'd finally hung up his tools, Marge, his wife of forty years was killed in a car accident. Run over by a drunk whilst crossing the street.
This was not the source of Norm's unhappiness however. His marriage to Marge had not been a happy one. Marge was a real bitch who was constantly looking down her nose at Norm, always whining and nagging for him to do something better with his life. And as for their sex life it was non-existent, in the forty years of their marriage, Norm could only think of six times that he'd fucked Marge and half of those were whilst she was dead drunk. It was always standard missionary style sex, and over very quickly, at least that was the way Norm dimly remembered it, for the final fifteen years of their marriage he'd been impotent, not that it would have made a whole lot of difference of course.
Monday, May 7, 2012
The Double D's Play D&D
The Double D's Play D&D by GeorgeTasker
“As you all should have learnt in this class, we live in a multicultural society,” droned Mr Bartholomew, the Downtown High social studies teacher, in his usual boring monotone. “For this week’s homework I want you to select one culture and spend some time immersed in the culture. I want a five hundred word essay on your findings by Monday.” There was a groan from the class, they’d been hoping to get away without any homework. A hand shot up at the back of the class. “Yes Danielle?”
“Can we pair up for this sir?” asked the blonde student. Danielle was the drop dead gorgeous captain of the school cheerleading squad. Every boy in the school desired Danielle and her best friend Devon who were nicknamed the Double D’s. Partly for their names and partly for their remarkably perfect D sized racks. The two girls made every male in the school, both teacher and student alike, go weak at the knees and hard in the crotch. Danielle’s face was the perfectly sculptured face of an angel, fine featured with a flawless complexion, a face that a Hollywood Starlet would die for. Devon was equally beautiful, with the face of a she-devil that men would kill for, a living, breathing succubus put on the earth to tempt even the most strong-willed of men. Both girls had bodies that were every man’s ideal fantasy. Slim, toned figures, ultra long legs, tight, nicely rounded buttocks, curving hips to a slender waist and massive tits, who’s impressive size seemed to defy gravity.
“As you all should have learnt in this class, we live in a multicultural society,” droned Mr Bartholomew, the Downtown High social studies teacher, in his usual boring monotone. “For this week’s homework I want you to select one culture and spend some time immersed in the culture. I want a five hundred word essay on your findings by Monday.” There was a groan from the class, they’d been hoping to get away without any homework. A hand shot up at the back of the class. “Yes Danielle?”
“Can we pair up for this sir?” asked the blonde student. Danielle was the drop dead gorgeous captain of the school cheerleading squad. Every boy in the school desired Danielle and her best friend Devon who were nicknamed the Double D’s. Partly for their names and partly for their remarkably perfect D sized racks. The two girls made every male in the school, both teacher and student alike, go weak at the knees and hard in the crotch. Danielle’s face was the perfectly sculptured face of an angel, fine featured with a flawless complexion, a face that a Hollywood Starlet would die for. Devon was equally beautiful, with the face of a she-devil that men would kill for, a living, breathing succubus put on the earth to tempt even the most strong-willed of men. Both girls had bodies that were every man’s ideal fantasy. Slim, toned figures, ultra long legs, tight, nicely rounded buttocks, curving hips to a slender waist and massive tits, who’s impressive size seemed to defy gravity.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
King Charming Chapter 5
King Charming by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER FIVE: WAR!
King Thomas was taken to one of the huts not too far from the Queen’s by the Amazon Negotiator.
“You can sleep in here,” the beautiful negotiator told him, “The armies will march tomorrow at dawn, make sure you are ready.”
Thomas grabbed a blanket from the bed and wiped his sticky face. “Are you going to stay to keep my bed warm?” he asked the Amazon with a sly grin.
The negotiator noted with some disgust that the naked King’s penis was beginning to rise. “You’ve got to be kidding?”
“Your Queen’s lovely thighs got me somewhat excited,” murmured Thomas, walking forward towards the Amazon, taking his cock in his hand and stroking its growing length.
CHAPTER FIVE: WAR!
King Thomas was taken to one of the huts not too far from the Queen’s by the Amazon Negotiator.
“You can sleep in here,” the beautiful negotiator told him, “The armies will march tomorrow at dawn, make sure you are ready.”
Thomas grabbed a blanket from the bed and wiped his sticky face. “Are you going to stay to keep my bed warm?” he asked the Amazon with a sly grin.
The negotiator noted with some disgust that the naked King’s penis was beginning to rise. “You’ve got to be kidding?”
“Your Queen’s lovely thighs got me somewhat excited,” murmured Thomas, walking forward towards the Amazon, taking his cock in his hand and stroking its growing length.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
King Charming Chapters 3 and 4
King Charming by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER THREE: MAKING PLANS
Thomas sat in a crudely made wooden chair at the head of the small table that filled the Woodcock family’s kitchen. It had turned out that the man who had wildly attacked him up in the bedroom was indeed Kristy’s father, a woodcutter called Jak. The beautiful woman in the blue dress was in fact Jak’s second wife and Kristy’s stepmother, Heather. Although Heather was no blood relation of Kristy’s, she shared the young laundry girl’s ample bust and good looks, much to Thomas’s delight.
“I insist you return to the castle,” snapped Thomas to Kristy. They had been arguing for past few minutes on whether or not she would return to her work at the castle laundry today. The poor girl was scared out of her mind, but Thomas could care less. He needed information!
“But they’ll kill me!” wailed Kristy.
CHAPTER THREE: MAKING PLANS
Thomas sat in a crudely made wooden chair at the head of the small table that filled the Woodcock family’s kitchen. It had turned out that the man who had wildly attacked him up in the bedroom was indeed Kristy’s father, a woodcutter called Jak. The beautiful woman in the blue dress was in fact Jak’s second wife and Kristy’s stepmother, Heather. Although Heather was no blood relation of Kristy’s, she shared the young laundry girl’s ample bust and good looks, much to Thomas’s delight.
“I insist you return to the castle,” snapped Thomas to Kristy. They had been arguing for past few minutes on whether or not she would return to her work at the castle laundry today. The poor girl was scared out of her mind, but Thomas could care less. He needed information!
“But they’ll kill me!” wailed Kristy.
Monday, April 16, 2012
King Charming Chapters 1 and 2
King Charming by GeorgeTasker
PROLOGUE: KING NOTHING
Thomas trudged through the forest, stumbling on a tree-root and stubbing his bare toe painfully.
“Ah shit!” he swore, limping slightly in pain. His filthy feet were bruised and battered, a number of cuts on his bare soles. “How the fuck did all this happen?” he swore again, shivering slightly. The afternoon was definitely getting colder, and the fact he was walking completely naked through the forest certainly didn’t help things.
It had not always been like this, Thomas contemplated to himself as he hiked onwards, yelping as his bare thigh brushed past a sharp bramble, drawing a thin line of blood. Once, not so long ago, Thomas would never have imagined himself in such a position. Thomas had been King. No, he corrected himself. He was still King.
PROLOGUE: KING NOTHING
Thomas trudged through the forest, stumbling on a tree-root and stubbing his bare toe painfully.
“Ah shit!” he swore, limping slightly in pain. His filthy feet were bruised and battered, a number of cuts on his bare soles. “How the fuck did all this happen?” he swore again, shivering slightly. The afternoon was definitely getting colder, and the fact he was walking completely naked through the forest certainly didn’t help things.
It had not always been like this, Thomas contemplated to himself as he hiked onwards, yelping as his bare thigh brushed past a sharp bramble, drawing a thin line of blood. Once, not so long ago, Thomas would never have imagined himself in such a position. Thomas had been King. No, he corrected himself. He was still King.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Adventures Of Cockweasel Chapter 5
Adventures of Cockweasel by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER FIVE
“Master! I - - I - - didn’t I, um - - please I - - ” he stammered in terror as he dropped to his knees. Before him stood the evil sorceress Valeria the Black. Up until a couple of days ago Cockweasel had been Valeria’s slave, but when she had been knocked out during a spell battle with a demoness, Cockweasel had taken advantage of the unconscious sorceress and raped her mouth. He had fled the tower in fear of what she would do to him when she awakened, and it was during his escape that he had run into the lovely paladin, Lady Gwyneth d’Lambert.
Cockweasel and Gwyneth had fled the sorceress’s tower after Cockweasel had lied and said that he had slain Valeria. The pair had traveled to Alastriel City, slaying Ogres and bandits, saving farmer’s daughters and even meeting some brave centaurs. Now, the object of his nightmares was standing directly in front of him, and she didn’t look in a friendly mood.
Cockweasel barely noticed the whore scamper past them and disappear into the night.
“Hello Cockweasel,” Valeria said to him, her voice low and ominous. Did she know what he had done to her? Was she mad that he had fled?
CHAPTER FIVE
“Master! I - - I - - didn’t I, um - - please I - - ” he stammered in terror as he dropped to his knees. Before him stood the evil sorceress Valeria the Black. Up until a couple of days ago Cockweasel had been Valeria’s slave, but when she had been knocked out during a spell battle with a demoness, Cockweasel had taken advantage of the unconscious sorceress and raped her mouth. He had fled the tower in fear of what she would do to him when she awakened, and it was during his escape that he had run into the lovely paladin, Lady Gwyneth d’Lambert.
Cockweasel and Gwyneth had fled the sorceress’s tower after Cockweasel had lied and said that he had slain Valeria. The pair had traveled to Alastriel City, slaying Ogres and bandits, saving farmer’s daughters and even meeting some brave centaurs. Now, the object of his nightmares was standing directly in front of him, and she didn’t look in a friendly mood.
Cockweasel barely noticed the whore scamper past them and disappear into the night.
“Hello Cockweasel,” Valeria said to him, her voice low and ominous. Did she know what he had done to her? Was she mad that he had fled?
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Adventures Of Cockweasel Chapters 3 and 4
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Thursday, April 12, 2012
Adventures Of Cockweasel Chapters 1 and 2
Adventures of Cockweasel by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER ONE
In the highest of rooms within the Tower of Doom, inside a perfectly drawn pentagram of blood lay the demoness. Her breathing was in ragged gasps as she struggled to take human air into her lungs. Her whole body shivered. The earth was much colder than hell.
The demoness took the form of a red skinned human female with jet-black hair and almost angelic white wings. By human standards she was stunningly beautiful, her guise had often lured weak willed human sorcerers to their deaths. Only two long yellow fangs that protruded several inches outside her full, pouty blood red lips marred her beautiful, finely featured face. The demoness’s succulent red skinned body was unclothed, her rich red skin almost shimmering across the wanton curves of her human form. Blood red nipples topped her large round breasts and her genitals were completely hairless but looked human. Her slim hands ended in long black fingernails that looked razor sharp. She was a succubus, a demoness that lured male humans to their deaths with her sexuality.
CHAPTER ONE
In the highest of rooms within the Tower of Doom, inside a perfectly drawn pentagram of blood lay the demoness. Her breathing was in ragged gasps as she struggled to take human air into her lungs. Her whole body shivered. The earth was much colder than hell.
The demoness took the form of a red skinned human female with jet-black hair and almost angelic white wings. By human standards she was stunningly beautiful, her guise had often lured weak willed human sorcerers to their deaths. Only two long yellow fangs that protruded several inches outside her full, pouty blood red lips marred her beautiful, finely featured face. The demoness’s succulent red skinned body was unclothed, her rich red skin almost shimmering across the wanton curves of her human form. Blood red nipples topped her large round breasts and her genitals were completely hairless but looked human. Her slim hands ended in long black fingernails that looked razor sharp. She was a succubus, a demoness that lured male humans to their deaths with her sexuality.
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