LewdKaiser

27 — Non-intimate Arrangements

The fire burned low, but the flames and smoke tore into the sky. The smell of acrid and scorched fabric stung her nose. She winced at the smell but made no gesture to display her irritation. Rennia stared at Ishmere sitting in front of the mound they had dug, playing with a stick as the pyre of c...

26 — Morning Confessions

Rennia grumbled to herself as she got to work. Twice she had made stew, and she was already sick of it—hopefully mash was better than hardtack. She was doing anything, almost anything to distract herself from where she was, what she was going to be doing, and where she was living. She felt dist...

25 — Corporeal

Ishmere

Ishmere woke from her slumber, and not pleasantly. No, waking from her slumber was the last thing she wanted to do, but she was dragged awake. She didn't wake up on a bed but in empty space. She was inside a room, and not just any room—her room. It was darker th...

Next bonus chapter

This is still early and rough, but which group of characters would you want to see get a NSFW chapter next? (Will probably do a second poll to narrow it down.) Also open to suggestions.

🖤🖤🖤 24 — The Ritual

Rennia, much to Ishmere's chagrin, did not penetrate her. Not yet. She was still curious about touching and tinkering with Ishmere's body before she wanted to end the play. Ishmere wanted this. Ishmere started this. She also caused it.

And Rennia was already halfway there.

Rennia's ha...

🖤🖤HSP Bonus 1 — Things, just Between Us.

The Bronzecloaks, as they had called themselves, sat in a cave ten miles north of Kibblestadt. The cave was a hideout of sorts, or more like a place they came to when they were hiding or expecting a "hiding" from the guards.

The group had fled the town after the Kettens let the alarm bells ...

🖤🖤 23 — Pleasing her whims

Rennia was on her knees, legs splayed in opposite directions, hands on the wooden floor, gawking at the astral spirit's shameless obscenity. Ishmere had spread her own legs, her doll-like and dormant body in full view of Rennia.

Magical-imbued light glistened faintly along both Ishmeres but...

22 — The Chase

Rennia sprinted through the woods, trying to match the forest trail she had come from. Ishmere's naked and limp body bounced on her shoulder—surprisingly light and as floppy as cloth. The forest had grown dense since she'd ventured deeper.

Behind her, the monstrous meter-and-a-half spider...

21 — Corpse Garden

Afternoon light leaked into the decaying tavern, and Rennia shielded her eyes from the sunrays blasting through holes in the rooftop. She stood in fresh clothing, clad in some dead adventurer's gambeson. Ishmere had assured her that ownership issues were no longer a problem, nor would it smell si...

20 —

Rennia had gotten up from the stairwell. When she woke, someone had covered her and tucked a pillow under her head. Part of her hoped what had happened—who knows how long ago—had been a dream. It wasn't and here she was, in the deeper inner workings of the Ebon Gild. Her lower body remained n...

18 — Talks and negotiations

The ruinous basement glowed with dim blue light. The residual arcane light pulsed faintly, and dust settled and drifted when she, the spook, the ghoulish specter, moved around.

Rennia, bare-bottomed, hid her cock away and had curled into the corner of the room like she had been scolded. She...

17—The Haunting of the Ebon Gild

She had returned to the burned kitchen. It still smelled of sausage fat and wild smoke. She had put out the fire when she had left. Perhaps that was a mistake. She should have kept it running. She needed that warm water now more than ever. There was a large sink at the rear of the kitchen. The ta...

16 — Alone and Cold

Rennia had woken up damp, certainly cold, and she was sure she stunk. She was definitely sweaty, and her share of clothing was well overdue for a wash. A good thing she had packed accordingly. The rotting wood and mud-caked ground outside of the tavern didn't help much with her nasal comfort.

15 — The tavern in the middle of nowhere

The caravan came to a stop. Bexxy refused to move an inch further, she neighed horribly. Tiamael was silent, staring intently at the sprawling ruin, eyes alert. Every building was made of half-collapsed brick, stone and dead mortar. Moss and flora were growing everywhere inside the buildings. Thi...

14 — Respite

The caravan had stopped by the roadside. Each wheel creaked beneath the dimming sky, silent but heavy. The world was fading into dusk, and they were nowhere close to their destination. The horse, Bexxy, neighed as loud as she could, stamping the wet ground with uneasy hooves.

Tiamael rubbed...

13 — Ride to who knows where

Rennia’s face was slouched against her knees as she watched trees, rivers, and mountains go by. Kibblestadt was gone. Her home—out of sight. Never to be seen again, anytime soon at least.

The area they had entered was cold. Very cold. And not just physically—tonally too. Like a major ...

12 - Farewells

Rennia stood watching her home from afar. She knew what was coming. She knew what was going to happen now.

The sword in her waist felt heavier than it should, and it didn't make her feel safe.

She didn’t even know where she was going to stay, or what the place looked like. How dange...

11 - Goodbyes

Rennia’s eyes were puffy. She had cried enough. The walls of her childhood were crumbling to dust, and she wondered why her mother had made such an effort to send her sisters away — but kept her here, watching, and monitoring.

She needed to see Lyanna before she went. The mystery of her...

10 - Birds, no bees here.

Rennia’s head hurt, and her throat was hoarse. She’d had a hell of a night, probably caught a flu out there in the orchard. There were little treant monsters, and delicious golden apples, and Lyanna—Lyanna...

Oh no.

She struggled to open her eyes. She blinked hard. Coug...

9 - Trial by mob

Rennia was strung up in full view of the village square in Kibblestadt. A horrendously thick rope held her up. Her hands were tied together with a shorter string, her feet bound. Even her toes were tied together. Her mouth was gagged. What wasn’t touched, however, was her cock, which hung in it...

8 — State of a sexual emergency

The apple orchard wasn’t that far from the Town of Kibblestadt, if you had used the road, and you carried no, luggage. As if almost affirming that reality to a point, Rennia had been running for at least a couple miles after the frightened Edric. He had to have used some kind of [Speed ...