Pearlbomber

  (Part 10 of ?????)              It was just past noon by the time Granite and Markus arrived at the meeting place, the great grey dragon coming in for an awkward three-pawed landing. The meeting point turned out to be at a tall mountain amidst a chain of similarly sized peaks, with a wide river running along its base. The mountains were high reaching, but not so tall as to have snow upon their tops. One such mountain had a massive cave near its base—the entrance of which was so huge that the trees growing beside it just barely reached its ceiling. This cave ended up being the objective of their traveling.                 “Fin

                Paisley Writer was seething. Her chestnut colored locks bouncing against her back as she stomped down the hall, a quite tall order to carry out in heels. Her normally calm face was marred by an angry grimace and her emerald eyes flashed with rage. “Oryc! This isn’t funny anymore! Give me back my necklace!”                She heard a laugh ring out from her left and she swiveled to face it, catching a glimmer of gold disappear into another room­—a trio of severed fingers whisking it off. The girl scowled and hurried after it, running as fast as she could in her shoes. Her shins screamed at her to s

  (Part 9 of ?????)                Korban awoke early; he always did. As a slave your whole life was regulated, from your actions to your bodily functions. While the time you were allowed to sleep was subject to the everyday whims and fancies of your overseers your waking time was always the same. If it varied even slightly you would either tire too soon and be beaten, or sleep too long and be beaten. It hadn’t taken long for Korban to settle into the routine, but he couldn’t tell if it was due to power of will or “special conditioning”.                 Eyes still closed, he stretched; careful as to not hit his R

            Felicity blinked the morning sleep from her eyes and watched the warm sunbeams, which streamed unannounced into her chambers. The first rays of the new day were just peeking through the open window and creeping towards her face. She was thinking about the day that lay ahead of her. She was still pondering when the sunlight struck her green eyes. Felicity squinted in the harsh light, rolled over, and started staring at the wall, that was barely an arm’s length away from her. She watched the sunlight slowly creep up its slightly dust covered surface. Her eyes stopped for a moment on a thin crack before continuing to follow the

(Part 8 of ?????)              Markus was awakened to a harsh light shining onto his face. Instinctively, he shut his eyes and moved his arm to block the offensive sunbeams but his loose fist brushed against something scaly, causing him to open his eyes in alarm. The first thing he noticed was the still unimpeded rays of the newly risen sun as its merciless morning light struck his eyes, forcing him to turn his head away. The second thing he noticed was a giant eye the size of his head staring at him as he turned away from the blinding glare. The latter was easily the most disturbing of the pair and Markus instinctively reeled his head back

(Part 7 of ?????)              Korban glanced at his companion over the blazing campfire; regarding him with an air of both unease and gratitude. It was still hard for him to believe that he was actually here. Just that morning he’d been a “rebellious” slave sentenced to a truly torturous death at the hands of the renowned military commander Morlen Lythani, a visiting client of his previous owner the notorious Kargok the Golden — so named for his vast control over the area's supply of gold mines. The pair of notorious men had a rather harmonious balance with each other. Morlen supplied Kargok's golden empire with sla

(Part 6 of ?????) Warning- This story contains vore themes so if you don't like it then I don't know how you even got this far in my stories... Like really? How did you get though the first one? If you just skipped it then what are you doing here? Are you reading these out of order? If so you're skipped major plot development! Go back and think about what you've done!                Markus finished relieving himself and nervously started his trek back to the trickling stream Granite had designated for their meeting-up. Markus arrived first and knelt before the stream, plunging his hands into the water. He washed his hands and splashed the

  (Part 5 of ?????)               “You’re coming with me…”               “Wait, WHAT!?”               “You remember how I said my family was having a get-together soon? Well, I’m taking you with me. I-it’s a long story…” Granite mumbled, giving Markus a slightly guilty look.               “I don’t want to hear it!” Markus cried. He started to sweat and he could feel his heart hammering in his chest. His palms grew slick and his muscles tensed, he was ready to fight, to run, do whatever he could to get out! Yet he knew deep down, even as he raced toward

  (Part 4 of ?????)               “That depends on the stakes you want to give to our ‘little game’!” Granite purred, not in the least bit phased by his question.               “Admit it, you want me for something!” Markus cried, angrily. “What are you going to do with me?”               Granite sighed and dipped her head. “Being away from others for long periods of time really deteriorates your secret keeping skills, you wouldn’t think it would but stuff just kind slips out…”               Markus gulped. “You do want me for something! No, NO! Please, don

(Part 3 of ?????)        Markus swiftly made his way to the town’s edge and moved towards the closed wooden gates. The guards seemed to recognize him from afar and opened the portal for him to pass. He glanced at them while passing through and noticed they gave him encouraging nods and smiles. Markus sighed, this whole thing was a setup and everyone knew it.        Greytree was a small little stone castle with a village at its base. The backside of the fortress was set against the valley’s mountainside of Ortis while its brother, Scalos, rose about a mile to the south. A twelve-foot wooden palisade had been constructed around