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Gilthanis (Part 1)

Leaves crunched beneath Gilthanis’ boot and he flinched, his eyes flicking to the doe ahead of him. Her strong flanks rippled in the morning light, though the twitching appeared to have nothing to do with him. She still stood in the middle of the meadow, her head lowered into a patch of dew-soaked clover which she grazed upon. 

Gilthanis knew this doe. He’d known her for almost a decade now and the image of her as a young deer was burned into his memory. He’d watched her raise her own fawns, seen her play in her younger years. It was last season when he first noticed the herd leaving her behind more and more. She had grown old and tired. Her legs couldn’t handle the pace at which the group traveled now. While the doe had maintained over the winter, Gilthanis hated watching her struggle to keep up with her family. He’d even dispatched a bear that had gone in for the kill last fall. It was written in the stars, and though he had cried into his pillow for days about the decision, Gilthanis knew in his heart that it was time. 

He shifted in place, crouched between a thicket and large tree and raised his bow. His fingers clenched around the drawstring, his eyes burning with tears not yet formed. 

“There is kindness here, Gilthanis. Always remember to do what you will with kindness. The forest will feel your intent and grace you with forgiveness.” His father’s strong words echoed in his mind as he squeezed his eyes, willing the tears away. The doe raised her head and looked skywards as a pair of Bright birds flew overhead. Their iridescent feathers reflected rainbows with every push of their powerful wings. 

The doe watched them until they’d faded over the treetops before turning her gaze towards the thicket where Gilthanis was crouched. His breath caught in his chest as her eyes met his. The pair watched each other for a moment before the doe started, turning and fleeing away from Gilthanis. At the same moment there was a snarl from behind him and Gilthanis narrowly avoided being knocked to the ground by the wolf who had lunged towards him. The animal landed just past where Gilthanis had been crouched a moment before and there was a pause as the wolf looked between the fleeing doe and the scared elf, choosing to focus his attention on the latter. His heart thundered in his ears as the wolf readied to resume its attack.

“Climb.” His brother’s voice demanded and Gilthanis avoided the animal for a second time, reaching for a thick branch and swinging himself out of the way. His eyes scanned for a his best option for escape. Across the meadow in the direction the doe had run of in was a grand maple. Gilthanis took off in a sprint, ignoring the rule to never turn your back on a predator. 

The wolves intent to kill was palpable and bile rose in his throat as he heard the beast begin to give chase behind him. He knocked the arrow again and turned to fire. His shot missed the wolf by inches and the creature stumbled in it’s pursuit. Gilthanis took the opportunity, dashing further into the meadow. 

Time slowed, his bootfalls kicking up mounds of moss and earth as he ran, the sunlight filtering through the dozens of shades of orange and green swelled, creating a mesmerizing display of nature. All around him the calls of birds seem to peak and elongate, screeching a song of shock and survival. Just before reaching the tree Gilthanis felt the warmth of hot breath and a sudden pain in his left shoulder as the wolf charged, missing his prey again. When the wolf landed and turned to resume the assault, Gilthanis was already up the maple, safely tucked between it’s trunk and a large branch more than fifteen feet off the ground. The wolf snapped and snarled as it tried jumping at the elf boy in his perch.

Gilthanis scrambled further up the tree, picking a spot where he could watch the wolf as it continued to circle the tree, trying in desperation to find a way to retrieve it’s meal. He knocked another arrow and drew back. His thighs clenched the tree branch and he slowed his breathing, doing his best to ignore the pain that traveled down his arm. 

“Do what you will with kindness.” The words reverberated within him. There’s no kindness here, he thought in reply. This beast, like many others, would not have clamped it’s jaws down on his throat with kindness. There would be no levity in his death throes. This was survival, and survival has no time for niceties. Soon, Gilthanis would be sent off to the Kinslayers where he would learn to fight amongst men, elves, and dwarves alike. Where he would taste his first dance with combat against another being as intelligent as himself. With hopes and dreams like he had. There, just as here, would be a desperate fight for survival. 

The wolf stopped circling just beneath the elf and braced itself against the tree with its front legs. Its long sweeping tail hung low between its legs as it snarled up at the elf. The shot was perfect. His arrow was aligned with it’s neck at this angle. It would be instant. That would be a kindness. As Gilthanis readied to release his arrow his heart faltered and his fingers no longer held his weapon with the grace and ease he was used to. But the damage was done, the arrow even less accurate than his last, struck the wolf in its side, just behind the shoulder. The wolf yelped and dropped from it’s stance, turning to flee into the woods. Gilthanis cursed as he watched the animal run across the meadow and into the deep brush. 

The forest remained silent for a few minutes before the rush of nature returned with a swell of “all clear”. The hidden birds in the trees resumed their frantic calls while smaller animals began to carry about their day, thankful that the danger had passed. Gilthanis continued to wait in his perch, squinting into the distance in an attempt to see if the wolf remained hidden, watching and waiting for his prey to falter. As the sun passed it’s peak, Gilthanis began to relax. He shouldered his bow and descended from his perch, dropping to the ground in a silent crouch. 

The deer would be long gone, and there was no doubt that his brother, Porthios, would take every opportunity to mock his younger siblings failings. With nothing to show of his hunt, the embarrassment would be all encompassing. A prince of the realm unable to fell an old doe well past her prime. No. 

Gilthanis would need the wolves hide; something to show for the disappointment of the day. He stood tall and looked to the meadow below. The grass lay bent, showing his own flight from the path of the beast as well as the bounding leaps the wolf had taken as it fled. Gilthanis could track a Snow-Cap Eagle through the clouds, following this wolfs trail would be a simple task for him. As Gilthanis rose to stand the ache in his shoulder demanded his attention and he winced, looking at the wound for the first time. Blood soaked his shirt sleeve, the tear where the wolfs nails had torn through saturated through and hanging flesh-like from the garment. The wound wasn’t deep, and it would heal quickly. He reached into his belt pouch, retrieving a strip of cloth wrapped in clean leaves from the Iniach trees, tying it around his arm with a grunt before continuing forward. If nothing else, he would have the wound, a mark that something had happened during the outing. An excuse. 

The word ran through his head and he felt his cheeks burn. Typical for the spare. Always an excuse. Always less than his older brother. Never good enough. He’d spent over a hundred years avoiding the reminders everywhere that he was the second-born. He didn’t want to resent his brother for the future promised to him. Gilthanis wanted to prove that while he might not be the heir to the throne, he was just as valuable. 

It wasn’t long before he picked up the trail through the woods. The wound was bleeding freely, leaving the hint of a trail as he wound through the thick trees and brush. Soon, Gilthanis came to a small pool of water surrounded by large trees. Bright blue butterflies danced above the calm waters, landing on the tall grasses along the edge. The wolf lay across from Gilthanis, doing it’s best to lick at its wound. He watched the scene with a quiet intensity. Beside the arrow, the scene seemed graceful. For the first time he was able to focus on the creature. It’s deep grey coat, flecked with browns and white. The strong jaw and long snout. It’s lithe body draped across the ground.

“Do what you will with kindness.” 

What is the answer, father, he wondered. This already wounded creature, beautiful and terrible at the same time. What was kindness here? Would the wolf die regardless of his actions? Would infection take it, or would it bleed out as it tried to continue with the arrow protruding from its side? Was it necessary to take justice for the attack? What was the difference between it and him? Both stalking a prey weaker than themselves.

Gilthanis let out a breath and the wolfs ears perked before drawing back low against it’s skull. It gazed across the pool, letting out a quiet growl as it watched the elf. Gilthanis stepped forward, mindful of  any signs of aggression. The wolf tensed but made no move to rise. 

The two hunters watched each other over the neutral ground of the pool. Gilthanis felt the tension in his body diminish. The fire in his heart begin to smolder. His fear was subsiding, the shock leaving him with each passing breath. 

“What is the answer.” He whispered into the woods, answered only by the continued chirping of birds from the trees above. One of the blue butterflies left it’s perch on the long grass, dashing here and there before coming to land on the paw of the injured wolf. Gilthanis smiled, despite the situation. The beast was terrified, and didn’t break eye contact as the butterfly landed. The delicate wings opened and closed on its foot. It was then Gilthanis made his decision. He stepped forward again, continuing with caution until he was only several feet from the wolf. He lowered his bow to the ground and removed his quiver. While crouched, he inched towards the creature. The wolf snuffed before letting out a sneeze, causing the butterfly to take flight once more. 

“It’s alright, I won’t hurt you.” Gilthanis said outloud, stretching a hand towards the animal. At the sound of his voice, the wolf’s ears perked and it’s tail hit the ground with a soft thump. A single motion, but one that carried no ill will towards the elf prince. Gilthanis moved at a snails pace, gradually stepping and leaning forward until he was no more than a few feet from the wolf. It was then that the beast laid back, resting it’s head on the floor of the forest and exposing it’s underside to him. Submitting. 

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Gilthanis said again, louder this time, as he closed the distance, resting his hand its flank. The wolves eyes flicked towards him before staring again into the distance. Now that he was closer, he could see that the arrow didn’t go as deep as he first thought. Removing the head might be possible. The wound did not have to be a death sentence. Gilthanis sighed, looking up to the sky above. 

“Do what you will with kindness.” He breathed out. Gilthanis reached into himself, feeling the pool of magic that he’d been taught to harness roiling in his veins. He calmed his body, letting the feeling concentrate in his hands. Calm, he thought, as the bubbling sensation flowed from his fingertips and into the creature before him. The rise and fall of the wolfs breathing slowed and he watched as the creatures eyes began to unfocus and close. When he was sure that the wolf was completely under the influence of his suggestion, he drew closer. The beast wasn’t asleep, it just wasn’t bothered by his presence. He wondered if the magic would be enough to keep the animal relaxed long enough to get the arrow head out.

“A stupid way to die.” His brother’s voice was so clear he almost wondered if Porthios had returned early from his trip to the human capital of Haven. Even if he had, Gilthanis would continue to ignore the disapproval. This was the answer, clear as day. Kindness comes in many forms. 

As quickly as he could, he drew his blade and with swift motions cut the wound wide enough to pry the flesh apart. The wolf flinched and whined, but did not attack, the magic holding it’s fear and pain at bay long enough for the elf to break the shaft and remove the head of the arrow. Once removed, he reached into his pack again and retrieving more clean cloth and a small leather bag full of ground moist herbs. He packed the wound with the herbs before doing his best to dress it. The cloth wouldn’t hold once the wolf got back on it’s feet, but for now it would help keep the injury clean. He hoped it would heal with little issue. 

When he had finished he leaned back and examined the work he’d done before rising to his feet and retreating back several feet where he released the hold he had on the animal. He watched a spark come back into the wolf's eyes and it raised its head looking around the pool. It spotted Gilthanis and its ears went back against its head again, but it didn’t rise from its spot. In response, Gilthanis lowered his gaze and bowed his head. 

“Thank you for the lesson, my friend. May you continue to walk this forest freely, and may our paths never cross in violence again.” He offered his words to the animal before him. The wolf huffed, letting its tail rise and fall once more in another singular thump against the forest floor. He backed away from the pool, keeping his eyes close on the wolf who made no attempt to follow him. Once he was further into the woods once again, he turned and began to head home, clutching the arrowhead in his hand, feeling the barbs along its tip.

[sanguinesky-if]

Sanguine Sky

DEMO [Public] [Updated 11/05/2024] genres: romance, modern-fantasy, supernatural, mystery, dark-fantasy.

Sanguine Sky is a work-in-progress modern dark-fantasy interactive novel. The story is heavily focused on romance, characters, and relationships.

The story rated 18+, contains mature and distressing content that may be triggering to certain individuals. It is recommend to check the full list of warnings before you proceed to the story. Please exercise caution and take care of yourself.

Word count [Public]: 96k [excl. code] | 116k words [incl. code] Word count [Patreon]: 180k [excl. code] [Updated 09/11/2024]

You are a detective, tasked with investigating mysterious murders that have taken place in your normally quiet and peaceful hometown, Fallenmor. 

With two victims confirmed already, the initial one being your former mentor, Detective Bergmann, the situation couldn't seem more dire. Or so you thought until you received the news of another body, a possible third victim, discovered at the police station. In your very own office. 

An accident, a mere coincidence, a straightforward warning, a looming threat, or something entirely else… Whatever is happening, you feel it affecting you, awakening something both significantly familiar and distinctly foreign inside of you.

If only you knew that this was just the beginning… Things could have been different. 

But back then, in your ignorance, your singular concern lay with a pressing question: if you failed to find the murderer, who would become the next victim?

➤ Play as male, female, non-binary or trans; straight, gay, or bisexual.

➤ Customize your appearance and shape your personality.

➤ Take on the role of a detective, immerse yourself in the work of the police station.

➤ Embrace the mystery of your existence, or reject that inner sight of you.

➤ Seven romance options to choose from. Select their gender, be shy or bold, or focus on your goal without pursuing anyone.

All ROs are player-sexual and gender-selectable [M/F].

Kyle / Keira Moreno

Your colleague, a police inspector, and one of the rudest people you have ever met. Sharp and stern, K is surprisingly perceptive, and they use it to really see you. The good, the bad. Everything. Appearance: icy blue eyes, dark red hair, very pale skin.

Alexis 'Lex / Lexie' Conlan

Your best friend, and also your former partner from times when you were just a patrol officer. With a heart of gold and an approachable attitude, L always chooses you over the others. Appearance: forest green eyes, copper hair, beige freckled skin.

Morgan Schoivell

Your other colleague, a highly-skilled lab technician. M is rather reserved when it comes to emotions, and after almost a year of working together, M is still a walking mystery for you. Appearance: dark brown eyes, ash blonde hair, light skin.

Roderick / Rebecca Reyes

The commanding agent of the Criminal Investigative Division (CID) team sent to catch the killer. Overbearing and ruthless, R has their own way of getting things done. Appearance: gray eyes, blonde hair, pale skin.

Theodore 'Theo' / Theresa 'Tess' Vazquez

Another member of the CID team. With a cocky smile, T is full of flirts and sneering comments, regardless of the occasion. T has no doubts about what they want and isn't afraid to vocalize it. Appearance: dark green eyes, black curly hair, rich brown skin.

Isaac / Iris Brailsford

I looks the most mature and approachable of CID's fellow agents. Looks can be deceiving, though. Working behind the scene and watching from afar, I carries all the scars within. Appearance: hazel eyes, dark brown hair, olive skin.

Sebastian / Selena Goldstein

Someone new and temporary, S has a velvety voice and a perfect smile that doesn't reach their eyes. You're not sure if your paths will cross in the future, but something tells you S can't be trusted. Appearance: black eyes, long black wavy hair, bronze skin.

Other notable characters:

Your twin-sister: Your sweet, kind, caring, and gentle twin sister. She always tries to be there for you, and show how much she appreciates you, no matter what. Chief of Police, Kendrick Nash: Your boss, who is not handling his job so well after the recent death of his husband, Klemens Bergmann. Detective Klemens Bergmann: Police chief's husband, who happened to be a senior detective and your mentor. He was the first victim, murdered under mysterious circumstances.

A full list of warnings is available in the demo before beginning of the story. I recommend to check it before you proceed to reading.

Links: DEMO | CoG Forum | Q&A | Romance | Tags & Links | Patreon | Ko-Fi | Error Reports |

Thank you for your interest ♥

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Tied udders 😵‍💫🐄

[gh0stgiirl]

I can’t help it, I just have to spoil ya’ll 🖤🎀

[x--sinner--x]

Is it a crime that I'm thinking of having a naked slut on the floor with her mouth wide where I would piss into, and then fuck her right there and leave her there until I return for my next pissing session.

[rhokisb]

Eben (pt 1)

The stones glistened with night rainfall as Eben made his way down into the courtyard of his family home, the large building casting shadows across the ground that he used to his advantage. At nearly seven years old, Eben was putting his soldier's training to the test. It didn’t matter to him that his weapons were made of wood and that the knights who his father hired to test him used a fraction of their skills during their lessons. Eben was proud of his progress and considered himself well on his way to being a true Kinslayer soldier. 

True to that form, he crept along the stone walls, inching closer to the open door through which firelight flickered. It was the eighth of the month, which meant that his family’s merchant contact from Qualinesti has arrived with the months shipments. Eben had previously seen the tall elf from his bedroom window, or as he passed through the court on his way too or from the home, but he’d never heard him speak. He knew that his parents dealt with fine Elven furniture as part of their larger business dealings in Haven and had no interest in learning the finer points of that trade. This visit provided nothing more than an opportunity to hone his skills in infiltration, and Eben was excited to be able to tell his tutors the next day of his success. 

When he was close enough to the door that he could make out the low voices, Eben stopped, easing himself down to the floor and creeping forward to peek into the room. His mother, Veran Shatterstone, was seated on a luxurious wood-carved armchair. The wood of the arms had been inlaid with gold, and the high backing extended over the crown of her head, coming together to form an eagle with its wings pressing together as if it were alighting on the top of the chair. Ergon Shatterstone leaned against the marble fireplace, a silver goblet in one hand with the rest of the unpacked furniture scattered about the room. Occasionally he would point at a piece and ask questions about its design or make. Eben could not see the elf from his vantage point, but he heard his low rasping voice as he discussed this year's design trends. 

“Avian imagery has become quite popular in Qualinost as of late. I expect that there will be more pieces such as these in the coming months. Your order from Sylvani has been delayed by a fortnite, but he has lowered his price in penance.”

“Excellent, Rytar. We value your cooperation in securing these items for us.” There was a small sneeze, and Eben saw his mother's eyes flicker to a couch positioned on the edges of the firelight. Stretched across its cushions was a small elven girl. She looked to be about Eben’s height with silver hair like the moonlight. She pressed her face into the cushions and Eben watched a cloud cross over his mother's face.

“We do not muddy the products with our fluids, young lady. Sit up straight.” She hissed at the girl. A shadow grew across the room as the tall elven male stood from his seat. He took had been obscured by the high backings of the newly arrived furniture, but now he strode confidently past Eben’s mother, stopping in front of the girl and wrenching her to her feet with one swift motion. 

“My apologies, Lady Shatterstone. Some of the children have no concept of manners. This one here though is my pride and joy. I think you’ll find that she has some desirable qualities.”

“It’s quite alright, I doubt any damage has been done. We appreciate your willingness to continue operations with us. We know the challenging times we all face now. The High Priests have been on the warpath lately with the whispers of darkness from the East. Having a comrade such as yourself is invaluable. We have a meeting with the council in a fortnight, and we will be discussing enlarging the route to the North to allow for more free passage of goods from Qualinesti. There are those who object to the move, economic matters strained as they are, but we’ve put more than enough gold into their pockets. It shouldn’t be an issue to get the council to see things from our view.” Veran smoothed a wrinkle in her dress as she spoke. Rytar moved away from the child and returned to his seat, leaving the girl standing in the light of the fire. Her eyes were swollen and red, and Eben noticed a spattering of red along the hems of her dress. 

“There are trying times, ones that the house of Shatterstone should be more than equipped to manage. Violence has spread across the land. Last year's dismal harvest has made monsters of us all, I’m afraid. People are more than willing to give anything of value to extend their sanctuary through the coming winter, and those who aren’t are easily dispatched. This young one's parents fell into the latter category.”

“How old is she?” Eben’s father spoke over top the girls head, ignoring the shivering child mere feet from him.

“From my estimations she’s nearly fifty. Still far from maturity, and will be quite malleable to the right person. Eager and willing to learn, as I’ve seen so far. She made quick work of saddling the horses a couple of nights ago.” 

“Excellent, that will make her much easier to place. Do you need Ebert to take her down to the rooms, or would you prefer doing that on your own?” As Verdan rose to her feet, Eben felt his time spying on his parents was over. Questions broiled in his brain as he tensed, getting ready to push off from his spot on the floor and return to his bedroom. 

As he began to rise, his left leg lost grip on the stone floor, causing him to slip forward. He released an involuntary gasp as his chest hit the ground and that was it. The silence in the room let him know he’d been discovered. 

“Eben.” His father’s tone was enough, and the young lad rose to his feet, not bothing to wipe the dirt and dust from his clothes before he entered the room. He hung back near the door, avoiding his mother’s eyes. 

“What did you hear, son?”

“I just wanted to meet mister Rytar, father. Nothing really, just about the new furniture. Bird carvings. A new road. Honest, I wasn’t there long. I meant no offense and I’m deeply sorry.”

“Not as sorry as you could be.” Eben’s father rose a hand to silence his wife’s mutterings. Rytar had not risen from his seat, while the girl kept her gaze focused on the stones in front of her.

“It is not polite to eavesdrop, and you know this. We were just showing our guest out, as a matter of fact. You may have heard about our new ward.” Veran’s eyes flickered towards her husband and her lips pursed.

“This is…”

“Olandria.” Rytar filled in the gaps, still seated and hidden from Eben’s view.

“Yes, sorry, Olandria. She’s all alone in this world, and Rytar saw it fit to bring her here, where she may be well taken care of. Starting tomorrow, it is your duty to teach Olandria the rules of the home. She’ll be bunking with the other maids and will have her own chores, but you’re to treat her as a peer, not just another worker.” Eben’s father approached the girl and pushed her forward toward his son. Olandria let out a whimper at his father's touch but soon walked towards Eben on her own.

“Hullo.” Wisps of hair obscured her face, but even from a foot away Eben could smell a freshness on her, as if her skin emanated the scent of fresh rain and verdant moss.

“Do you understand, Eben? She’s your responsibility now.”

“Yes, father.” Eben bowed his head and began inching his way closer towards the door, leaving Olandria behind. He heard his father sigh and briefly looked up to see him clutching his temples with one hand.

“Well take her with you, Eben, we don’t have all night. Show her where she’ll be sleeping and then off to bed with you.” Eben froze before taking a few steps back towards the girl. Grabbing her hand he gently pulled her along with him.

“And Eben, do not let me catch you eavesdropping, again. This is your one. Next time you’ll rue the day.” 

[l1ttlestr4ng3r]

What do you mean with 'I need to breathe'? No! And now be a man push your cock back inside and use my throat.

Thank you. 🥰💖

[dmtwme]

[shortshowname]

How we feeling Fantasy Life fans

[finalfantacee]

It was worth it.

[gh0stgiirl]

She’s ✨back✨

Hiiiii friends 🖤

(Something soft cuz I don’t wanna spoil ya’ll)

[x--sinner--x]

want u to force me to my knees every time u need to piss, no matter where we are:((( u could even fill my tight little pussy up and plug it with a toy !! could walk around all day full of ur piss like a good little urinal <3

Mmm you would definitely look so cute as a pocket pussy and urinal. I don't have to look for a restroom when I have you by my side in public. I'll make sure my bladder is full, then push you on your knees, rip off whatever clothes you have on, and release all of my bodily liquids into your slutty body, or your mouth even. I'm sure you would gladly push your tongue out and make sure you drink every single drop of piss that comes out of my cock. And I'll make you a mess, making you reek like my piss and make you feel proud about it. And as you suggested, I'm gonna piss in your pussy and plug it all up and watch you try to walk straight as my piss slowly starts to trickle down to the floor leaving a trail.

[sweetandsubby]

my brain is obsessed with the videos/gifs of girls pissing in their panties and seeing that wet spot spread. i wanna humiliate myself like that for someone and feel so disgusting and have someone degrade me while i do it

[l1ttlestr4ng3r]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 "Good fucking girl."

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[dmtwme]