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Hey there, my name is Dragon Queen and I am an erotic illustrator and storyteller. I share my SFW drawings and stories here and my NSFW content privately on Patreon. As a gamer, I find inspiration for my illustrations and stories from the games I am currently playing. I am excited to share my creative work with you and hope to eventually become a full-time content creator with the support of my Patreons. Thank you for taking the time to check out my work and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy creating it.
Let me introduce Maria and her friend Jacob. This time, Maria is trying on different outfits for her long-awaited Tinder date. I want you to tell me if you like me to continue illustrating Maria's romantic story.
The land was quiet, peaceful, and serene. The morning sun had just begun to rise, casting a golden glow on the trees and fields. The dew on the grass glittered like diamonds, and the birds sang sweet melodies.
But this peacefulness was about to be shattered. In the distance, the sound of war horns echoed across the land, signaling the approach of a hobgoblin legion. The settlers in the nearby village heard the horns and knew what was coming.
They had heard the stories of the hobgoblins' martial might, their love for warfare and battle, and their thirst for conquest. They knew that these creatures cared about nothing except the opportunity to demonstrate their skill and cunning in battle.
As the villagers scrambled to fortify their defenses, they caught a glimpse of the hobgoblin legion. The creatures had dark orange or red-orange skin, with hair ranging from dark red-brown to dark gray. Their yellow or dark brown eyes peered out beneath their beetling brows, and their wide mouths sported sharp and yellowed teeth. A male hobgoblin in the front ranks had a large blue nose, symbolizing his virility and power among his kind.
The hobgoblin legion marched in perfect formation, a thousand booted feet echoing across the land. Stones flew from their catapults, and the thunder of their approach shook the earth. The settlers knew that they had to fight for their survival.
The hobgoblin legion had organized themselves into tribal bands known as legions, each with a warlord and several captains serving under their command. These hobgoblins were ruthless tyrants, more interested in strategy, victory, glory, reputation, and dominion than leading troops into battle.
The settlers had only a few defenders, armed with swords, shields, and bows. But they were determined to fight to the death. As the hobgoblin legion approached, the settlers released a volley of arrows, but the hobgoblins were well-trained in the art of war and easily dodged them.
The battle began, with hobgoblins charging forward with their weapons raised high. The settlers fought back with all their might, but they were outnumbered and outmatched. The hobgoblins were skilled fighters, and their weapons were deadly.
The settlers were pushed back, retreating into their village. The hobgoblins followed, their eyes gleaming with a lust for blood. The settlers fought fiercely, but it was no use. The hobgoblins were too strong.
The village burned as the hobgoblins ransacked it, taking what they pleased and destroying what they did not. The settlers who survived were taken as slaves, their fate uncertain.
As the hobgoblin legion marched away, their war horns sounding once more, the land was left in ruins. The peace and serenity of the morning had been shattered, replaced by the aftermath of war. The hobgoblins had conquered and controlled, leaving destruction in their wake.
In a world flooded with technological advances, I feel the need to share my experience and knowledge in a blog post that might help us discover the secrets of the future.
A fascinating episode of the vibrant feats from "Kingdom of Glory" unfolds. However, at this starting point, I have decided to take the perspective of the antagonists who yearn to capture Prince Reginald and his daring adventure companions.
Reginald stood tall, gripping his mighty sword, Calamity, with a firm and determined hand. The weight of the weapon felt substantial, a manifestation of the darkness that had become entwined with his destiny. It had only been a short time since Reginald's path had converged with that of the Knights of Darkness, and with it came a profound secret he now carried. In the turmoil and troubles besieging the kingdom, there was no room for contemplation of the events that unfolded within Zurkaks, the foreboding Tower of Darkness that Reginald had infiltrated. The secrets that lurked within its dark corridors were to be kept hidden, concealed from prying eyes, especially those who were unaware of Reginald's initiation into the enigmatic order of the Knights of Darkness.
But the past has a way of weaving itself back into one's life, and Reginald found himself ill-prepared for the twists and turns that awaited him.
Lady Night, the overseer of the Knights of Darkness, could not find solace until she tracked down Reginald and compelled him to complete his training. The young prince was an anomaly among the initiates, a knight of light thrust into the realm of darkness. The possibilities were vast and unpredictable.
Another demanding day of Lady Night's tireless pursuit came to an end. She understood the perils that permeated these treacherous lands of Draconious, where wild beasts roamed the untamed plains. Lady Night and her entourage, comprised of three elite dark knights and a formidable dark magician, were prepared for anything that dared to cross their path.
As Reginald and his loyal companions embarked on their perilous journey, traversing the treacherous Draconious mountain range in their tireless pursuit to save him from succumbing to the clutches of darkness, Lady Night and her squadron mounted their steeds, tracing the trail left behind by Reginald's passage.
For Miss Terror, it was a departure from the familiar surroundings of Zurkaks Tower, the only home she had ever known. Born and raised within its foreboding walls, her body had not undergone the same grueling augmentations with dark metal rods that marked the initiation process of a knight of darkness. She was among the first generation of children born into the darkness of Draconious, an enigmatic breed with eyes as black as night, seemingly gazing into the very depths of one's soul. Miss Terror was an extraordinary Knight of Darkness, wielding Desperation, her dual-bladed sword of darkness with exquisite finesse. Unlike the typical swords wielded by her brethren, Desperation consisted of twin metal blades, each one crafted to perfection. She carried them both sheathed upon her back, an emblem of her prowess and readiness for any encounter.
Miss Terror had been raised alongside her kind, witnessing the world through the eyes of those born from the abyss. They were the children of darkness, beings bound by a singular purpose: to expand Chaleine's dominion over the realm of shadows. But this expedition marked the first time Miss Terror would be surrounded by those who had embarked on the path to become knights of darkness, having undergone the initiation process themselves.
Sir Malevolence and Sir Carnage were notable figures within Lady Night's retinue. Their seasoned expertise in wielding their respective weapons of darkness had earned them lofty positions within the organization. Their imposing physiques commanded respect, their stature casting a formidable shadow against the silhouettes of Miss Terror and Lady Night.
Adding to the ensemble was Sleevol, a magician hailing from the realm of darkness. The transformation process he had undergone was even more arduous than that of a knight of darkness. Only a select few possessed the fortitude to withstand the grueling procedures
, and even fewer managed to survive beyond its inception. Sleevol's body was a testament to his endurance, bristling with dark metal spikes that pierced his flesh, transforming him into a being that no longer resembled a mere mortal. The hardened skin, fused with the protruding metal, extended even to his face, ordinarily concealed beneath a cloak's hood, an embodiment of an otherworldly existence.
Their encampment nestled within the heart of Wisper Hills, a dense forest that lay between them and Reginald's path. The journey still stretched far before them. Lady Night's mission was twofold: to ensure that the young prince completed his dark training or, failing that, to end his life and reclaim Calamity, the powerful sword he currently possessed.
Under the canopy of a starlit sky, the flickering campfire offered meager protection against the lurking terrors of Draconious. An unseen threat could be prowling in the shadows, biding its time before launching a deadly assault.
Sir Carnage completed his assigned patrol and stealthily approached the tent belonging to Miss Terror. In hushed tones, he whispered her name repeatedly, cautious not to awaken the others. Failing to elicit a response, he cautiously poked his head into the tent.
As Sir Carnage suspected, Miss Terror lay fast asleep, her dark eyes, usually filled with an ethereal glow, now closed in tranquil slumber. In this vulnerable state, stripped of her piercing gaze, she appeared as any ordinary woman would. Her delicate skin and alluring features possessed an undeniable charm that aroused desire within those who beheld her. Sir Carnage, too, was not immune to the allure of the flesh. Seizing the moment, he succumbed to his own forbidden yearnings, his eyes lingering upon Miss Terror's exposed form as he peeled back the blanket that draped her body. To his astonishment, he revealed the Knight of Darkness' bare bosom. It was his first glimpse of the nakedness that veiled the daughters of darkness. Sir Carnage stood transfixed, his gaze locked upon her.
Suddenly, Miss Terror shifted in her sleep, effortlessly rolling onto her knees with a grace that defied the gravity of the moment. Startled, Sir Carnage found himself staring into the depths of her obsidian eyes, momentarily drawn away from her exposed chest. It was at that precise moment that he realized the two blades of Desperation had impaled his chest, puncturing his flesh with surgical precision.
Blood welled in Sir Carnage's mouth as he coughed, his hand instinctively reaching for the swords embedded within him. With a swift motion, Miss Terror withdrew her blades, leaving behind a crimson trail. The camp erupted in the anguished cries of the myriad creatures that had remained hidden, concealed within the darkness. Undeterred, Miss Terror wasted no time in investigating the source of the cacophony, her swords gripped tightly in her hands. The sounds seemed to reverberate from various directions, evading her attempts to pinpoint their origin. Gradually, she discerned that she had unwittingly stumbled into a malevolent trap.
The ground beneath her feet had become coated in a slimy, viscous substance—a grotesque amalgamation of oozing mouths and distorted eyes, a nightmarish spawn from a twisted maw. The creature that spawned this abomination lurked nearby, poised to strike when the moment was ripe. With a surge of realization, Miss Terror found herself ensnared, her feet trapped within the aberrant ground.
With unwavering resolve, Miss Terror capitalized on the darkened blood that stained her blades, channeling its malevolent essence into a summoning spell. A wall of bones materialized, shielding her from the imminent descent of countless sharp-toothed maws, hungering for her flesh.
The abomination collided against the skeletal barrier, skidding and sliding across its surface, but the Knight of Darkness had vanished from its reach. Liberated from the clutches of the aberrant ground, Miss Terror vaulted backward, evading the creature's assault. As the babbling mouther reared its monstrous form atop the bone wall, Miss Terror initiated her counterattack. The odds were stacked against the creature, its demise imminent. With each strike, she methodically dismantled its array of eyes, plunging it into a state of blinding darkness. Countless mouths followed suit, decimated under the wrath of her blades, until only a sickly residue lingered upon the ground.
Miss Terror paused, her breath ragged and labored, her body pulsating with the adrenaline of battle. Sir Carnage regarded her with a mix of admiration and pain, his wounds tenderly clasped in a futile attempt to staunch the bleeding. Momentarily, his gaze swept over her exposed bosom, but Miss Terror swiftly covered herself, mindful of their surroundings, before retreating to her tent, preparing for the continued vigilance that lay ahead.
The Story Continues: Pages 2-3 of The Dark Legacy of Wirakoch
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The stench of damp earth and stale air wafted up from the cave entrance as Torg, the goblin leader, surveyed his territory. The walls were slick with moisture, and the only light came from torches mounted in the cracks and crannies. The lair was bustling with activity as goblin workers scurried about, fetching water and food for their ravenous kin.
Torg's beady eyes darted from tunnel to tunnel, making sure that all was in order. He was the strongest and smartest of his tribe, and they all knew it. He wore a tattered leather vest and a crude iron helmet that he had taken off a foolish adventurer.
As he made his way deeper into the cave, Torg spotted a group of goblin warriors dancing around a stolen treasure chest. They were clapping their hands and chortling with malicious glee, proud of their latest victory against the weakling humans.
Torg's lip curled in a sneer as he watched them. He was disgusted by their laziness and undisciplined behavior. If they didn't have him to lead them, they'd all be dead by now.
He turned his attention to the back of the cave, where the rat keepers were tending to their verminous charges. The rats were almost as important to the goblins as their own kin. They were their eyes and ears, able to scurry through the narrow tunnels and bolt-holes that human-sized creatures couldn't navigate.
Torg grunted in satisfaction as he looked upon his loyal wolf riders, who were tending to their mounts. They were fierce and agile, able to take down much larger prey than the goblins could manage on their own.
Suddenly, a commotion broke out near the entrance. Torg whirled around, his hand gripping the crude sword at his side. He saw a group of adventurers, armed and dangerous, storming into his lair.
With a snarl, Torg barked orders to his warriors, and they sprang into action. The lair erupted into chaos as goblins swarmed out of their hiding places, ready to defend their home.
Torg's heart was pounding in his chest as he charged into battle. He knew that this was a fight to the death, but he didn't care. He was a goblin, and he lived for moments like this.
As the battle raged on, Torg's mind drifted to Maglubiyet, the Mighty One. He knew that if he died in battle, his spirit would join the ranks of the goblin god's army on the plane of Acheron. It was a "privilege" that he both feared and longed for.
In the end, Torg emerged victorious, covered in the blood of his enemies. He looked around at his tribe, proud of their ferocity and loyalty. They were his kin, his family, and he would do anything to protect them.
As he strode back to his throne room, Torg couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He was the ruler of his own small kingdom, and no one could take that away from him. He was a goblin, and he was proud of it.
Welcome, everyone! I'm thrilled to announce the release of my latest comic. This exciting story is set in a magical world where science and magic blend seamlessly. As the past secrets threaten to destroy this flourishing world, our heroes embark on an epic adventure filled with love, drama, and horror.
I'm excited to share the first 1 page with you, and I promise to keep posting more every time, so you'll always have something new to read. Join us on this incredible journey as we follow our heroes in their search for a way to stop the impending destruction. Will they succeed? Only time will tell!
Once upon a time, in a land of magic and adventure, two brave warriors named Aric and Lirien met on a quest to defeat an evil sorcerer who threatened their kingdom. As they journeyed together, they discovered that they were both skilled fighters and had a shared passion for justice. They also found that they had a strong connection with each other, and as they battled against the sorcerer's minions, they began to fall in love.
Their quest led them to a mysterious tower deep in the heart of a dark forest. Inside, they encountered terrifying creatures and treacherous traps, but they fought bravely and emerged victorious. Finally, they reached the sorcerer's chambers and engaged him in a fierce battle. Just as the sorcerer was about to cast a deadly spell, Aric and Lirien worked together to strike the final blow, and the sorcerer was defeated.
However, despite their victory, the sorcerer had managed to cast a portion of the spell that ended up affecting Aric. She fell to her knees, not knowing what was happening. The power started to take control of her body, and she turned to face Lirien.
Lirien did not know what was happening with his companion, but being ready for whatever life had in store for him, he defended himself from Aric's attack with his sword. The two fought with ferocity. Lirien tried not to hurt her, but despite his attempts to snap her out of the spell, Aric continued to attack with great ferocity.
Lirien found himself at a loss. It seemed that in this battle, he could only lose. End the life of the woman he loved or lose his life to save hers. The decision seemed impossible to reach while they continued to clash their weapons and fight with great ferocity.
Aric's gaze was no longer the same. Lirien could not recognize her, but something told him that she was still inside. So, he decided to drop his sword and confess his feelings for the companion he had fought alongside.
To his surprise, Aric stopped. She seemed to be trying to contain the fury that controlled her. Her eyes were still under the control of the spell. She opened her hand and dropped her ax to the floor. Aric approached her companion and hugged him. "I knew that you felt the same way I did," she said before kissing him.
Lirien was surprised. The barrier that had separated them disappeared, and the two continued to kiss. Enjoying each other. Taking advantage of fate's oversight to love each other. They slowly lost pieces of clothing. Loving each other as they had been longing to do.
With their mission complete, Aric and Lirien returned to their home village as heroes. They were greeted with cheers and celebration, and they shared their tale of adventure and love with all who would listen. And they lived happily ever after.
Once upon a time, there were two people, Lucy and Devon, who had not seen each other in many years. They had known each other during their teenage years, but as life went on, they lost touch and went their separate ways.
One day, as fate would have it, they both found themselves entering the same train carriage at the same time. Lucy was on her way to visit her family in the countryside, while Devon was on a business trip to the city.
As they walked into the carriage, their eyes met and they both couldn't believe it was the other. They hugged and a spark of the memories of the life they had shared returned. Their glances could speak for themselves as they looked each other up and down. Devon was wearing a suit that Lucy had always liked. He looked tall and well-formed. Time had been kind to her old friend. She moved closer. "Want to remember the old times," she said with a mischievous smile.
Devon took her hand. In his mind, hundreds of possibilities were running at the same time. He decided that the best option would be to find one of the private compartments. The two of them walked through the train's corridors. Devon turned to look into Lucy's eyes, she was still as beautiful as he remembered.
One by one, they opened the doors of the private compartments without any luck finding an empty one. Until luck was on their side and they entered one. Devon closed the door so that no one could enter and turned around.
Lucy quickly took off her light dress. Her body was only covered by her lingerie. Devon couldn't take his eyes off her as she approached him slowly. Concentrating his gaze on her seductive lips. Until he kissed her.
The train journey seemed shorter than they had expected. Trying to control their breathing so that the other passengers couldn't hear them. Although they were almost sure that their efforts to contain their passion were futile.
As the train journey came to an end, they exchanged contact information and promised to stay in touch this time. They hugged one last time before saying their goodbyes, feeling grateful for the chance encounter that brought them back together.
