Owen Quillin
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STORY BY Owen Quillin
War of the Races - The Verdant Realm
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Daniel Reas Age: 23 Profession: Game - Alpha Tester Social Status: Single/Virgin While testing a new game he is transported to a new world known as the Verdant Realm. It is filled with Gods and Goddesses, Elves, Dwarves, High-humans known as Aesir, Vanir, and Barbarians, then there are the Animals, Dragons, and more. However, the world is not what it seems, and a foretold cataclysm may yet destroy it before he's strong enough to save it. ——(!)—— The backdrop of this fantasy world is both beautiful and harsh. The Prime Races escaped Midgard just before a global cataclysm at the height of their Age of Science, Sorcery, and Paganism. Of the pagan religious culture, within the side-slip dimension called the Green Realm, the Verdant Realm, and the Garden. Now humanity has grown up paralleling mankind of Midgard to the present day. Nearly 5000 years later, their culture is steeped in pagan traditions that have led to prostitution being sanctioned and promoted by various religions, and a very open and even incestuous lifestyle. The ratio of monogamous to polygamist relationships is about 20/80. Harems and reverse harems are equally commonplace. Given the very limited animal resources brought with them through the Bilrost, the races repeat the sins of the past and use science and magic to splice every animal species they have with alfari, dvergr, and giant DNA. This leads to the creation of hybrids named the Animals, Insects, and various marine life. Later they spliced certain tree’s DNA into Alfari thereby creating the Arboreals. The world seems to be a fantasy. Dreams are dreamed and the fantastic takes flight, but then, there are also the nightmares. Oppression, racism, religious animosity, political corruption, and corporate greed are rampant. In this world of endless possibilities, for many, it is also hard to live and all too easy to die. (Warning: This is an adult fantasy with graphic adult themes and scenes. Graphic nudity, sex, violence, and language.)
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My Crazy...
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The events I am about to tell you are crazy, true, and happened over the time span of a few months. So, have you ever heard the saying, “Sin in haste, repent at leisure?” Yeah, well, that is me now, but I am getting ahead. First let me tell you a little about myself… I am Ryan. Let’s keep this as informal and ambiguous as possible. So yeah, we’ll leave out the last names. I’m an aspiring storyteller and writer, but my day job is as a commercial driver delivering hazardous gasses to local veterinary clinics, welding companies, dentist offices, and others. I’m of an athletic build. Of average height. Of average weight. I am white, with blue eyes, and strawberry blonde hair. I’m twenty-five years old, and I have officially been married to my wife, Andrea, for two years now. Now, let me tell you about my wife, Andrea. Andrea is assertive and confident, except when she’s around me. She works at a local office doing… well… office stuff to the best of her ability, and by that I mean that she has won the employee of the year award for the last two years straight. So, she’s professional and very very beautiful… my perfect woman! When I say beautiful, let me try to explain. First, she has these amazing blue eyes. She’s got a cute, turned up, button nose. A plump kissable mouth. A sharp pointed chin. A sharp jawline, and an oval face. Her hair is long, dark chocolate brown, and kinky curly, and her skin is a flawless milk white with a small beauty frickle on the corner of her mouth and on the opposite cheek, on her jaw, just in front of her ear. She has broad shoulders, a 34 inch chest with small perky B-cup breasts. She has a small, toned waist measuring 26 inches, and her hips are broad while the small of her back sweeps out to a thick bubble butt that measures 38 inches. Her thighs are thick and toned, her calves are thick, and her ankles are thick. Just the way I like her! My life sounds perfect, right? Well, I thought so too. But perfection is never achieved without a whole lot of crazy first? So, how does this story begin? Well, like many others I imagine...
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Beachside Estates
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“Good morning,” Purred a beautiful young woman in her late teens or early twenties. Her skin was a deep Roma chestnut color, her hair was the darkest coffee brown I have ever seen, and her eyes were bright…almost glowing…emerald green. At first glance she was at least five feet three inches tall and curvy...very…very curvy. Her chest was small but her breasts were huge, at least double-Ds. Her waist was tiny and her hips and ass and thighs were wide and thick! She made me think of the many flat belly and fit thick booty girls I followed on Instagram. “Welcome, I’m Jaiden Baystihl, the Owner and Manager of Beachside Estates.” “Thank you, I’m Jenny Amberley Defoe,” The young lady greeted, holding out her hand for me to shake. I shook her hand firmly but not so hard as to hurt her. Stepping back, I invited her inside. She accepted and pranced in as I admired her and her attire from both the front and back. She wore a blue midriff summer blouse tied at her natural waist with a white lace Victoria Secret Demi Bra pushing her breasts up and nearly out of her blouse. She had a complete bare midriff highlighting a silver stud in the hood of her navel with a large rectangular emerald chandelier hovering in her belly button. Below the belly chandelier, a silver waist chain with a single white pearl hanging just below her navel road on her broad hips. Sitting lower on her hips, she wore a white tennis skirt that just barely covered her ass cheeks, and she finished her ensemble with white Dockers. She looked at my computer, and a small smirk turned the corners of her mouth up. Pulling out a chair, she sat down at my small round diner table that was my impromptu office desk. I sat down next to her but turned my chair to face her. Looking at my computer I turned it so she couldn’t look at the screen, and then I turned my attention to the beautiful young woman sitting in front of me. I blatantly admired her thick chestnut thighs and did hide the fact I was looking right up her skirt which didn’t hide her completely hairless pubic mound and pussy at all before she crossed her silky smooth legs. Composing myself, I looked up into her emerald green eyes and started my sales pitch, “The Beachside Estates are the premier beach side apartments in Panama City Beach. We are very well situated right on the coastline. There are eight buildings surrounding the pool, and the entire complex is gated. There is assigned parking and visitor parking. There are twelve apartments that have beachfront access, while the other twenty-eight apartments access the beach through the two beachfront buildings.” Jenny smiled and nodded that she was following along, and so I continued, “All of the first floor apartments are one bedroom, one bathroom. The second floor apartments have one bedroom and a loft, and two bathrooms, and all of the apartments have an open kitchen and living room with sliding doors to balconies or porches facing the pool.” Jenny broke eye contact and looked around my apartment. There really was only the open kitchen and living room to see before she observed, “These apartments really have a nice bungalow feeling to them.” “Thank you, I try.” I answered “So, I saw that you have an available apartment,” She asked sweetly as she pursed her lips and watched me ogle her pussy as she recrossed her legs. Scanning her predatorily, I decided I would definitely rent the apartment to her! As an afterthought I looked down at her left hand and saw her wedding ring as it caught the light and sparkled, and I sighed. She has a husband unfortunately, “Yes, I have only one availability right now, but I don’t do one year or six month contracts, it’s strictly month to month.” “Woohoo,” Jenny cooed with a happy smile as she leaned forward causing her blouse to fall open exposing a very generous view of the cleavage of her magnificent E-cup breasts as she gushed, “I am so glad! I was worried it would be gone by now!” Jenny blushed when she saw me admiring her breasts, and began fanning her décolletage drawing my attention back to them as she purred, “My goodness it’s warm in here! I guess it’s going to be a hot summer this year!”
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Azerothian Dream
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"Hi, I'm Nathan, and this is my wife Beth. We've been married four years now, fantastic marriage, fantastic sex life, fantastic!" "Okay Nate, enough with the fantastic. Just give 'em the facts darling." Beth hissed in a scandalized giggle. "Right! Right right," Nathan replied, "So, we've been playing WoW for a year now..." "Best game ever!" Beth whispered. "Are you gonna let me tell the story, Beth?" Nathan asked, annoyed by the constant interruptions. "Oh! Yeah sorry!" Beth retorted apologetically as she held her hands up and patted the air in surrender. "So, been playing WoW for a year together, and just hit max level! I play a hunter, Bestla. I know, I know, it's a chick character. But hell if I'm gonna watch someone's ass from a third person perspective then I rather watch a chicks ass than a guys. Anyway, and Beth is a druid called Draydol. So, we are super excited for Burning Crusade!" "I can't wait to see the Outlands!" Beth interrupted again as she visibly jiggled with excitement. Jesse stood behind the counter of the check out register and stared at Nathan and Beth. Nathan was of an average height, just under six foot, with grey-green eyes and strawberry golden hair. Good looking, but damn! His wife was hot! Five and half feet tall, built athletically muscular, and curvy in all the right places, and she liked gaming! She was a freaking unicorn! Clearing his throat and tossing his oily black hair back, Jesse droned, "That will be eighty-six dollars and thirty-eight cents." Beth smiled provocatively as she took her credit card out of her wallet and tossed her long curly brown hair as she stepped up to slide the card though the reader. The register dinged and the receipt printed. Grabbing the paper and tearing it loose, Jesse handed it to Beth with a mumbled, "Have a nice day." "You too," Beth purred as she took the bag from him that held two copies of World of Warcraft: Burning Crusade in it. "Damn girl!" Jesse growled as he watched the roll and sway of Beth’s hips and ass, as she left, "Such a lucky bastard!"
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Ink and Quill
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This story follows a young woman, Elizabeth Wright, hired as a nanny by a wealthy Scottish family living in London, the Thornburns. When the parents are killed in Paris by a terrorist bombing Elizabeth must care for the children until they are sent to their uncle who lives in the United States. However, Elsbeth Thornburn's only little brother, Gabriel Shara is missing. No one can find him or get in touch with him to let him know that his sister and brother-in-law are dead. Probate waits for no man. Elizabeth is designated temporary guardian and is sent with the children to the U.S. and must now delve into the mystery of what has happened to Gabriel Shara. Once they arrive at his property they quickly find themselves in a world of magic and monsters. The magic changes Elizabeth and the children and they will never be the same... If they survive.
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The Family Garden
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Heather Galdren February 4, 2008 12th Grade Home Room - 8:00 am A cacophony of thirty-two teenage voices annoyed Heather as she sat waiting for the bell to ring. It was the start of the week. The start of the day. Homeroom in the morning. Everyone seemed to be filled with energy, talking and smiling, laughing at crude jokes and gossiping, while she felt like she had grit in her eyes. She had a few friends she liked to hangout with at school but none of them were in her homeroom. Still, even if they had been, it wouldn't have changed the fact that she would rather be
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