Krris #4
| "That's private, Ubergard," Muz-Ra replied to the giant Argonian. "It's between me and Krris. I'm sorry, but it has to be. He likes _you_, Ubergard. And he wants to do this for you. But it needs to be private." "I don't understand. What needs to...
Krris #3
| "I'll try anything! What's your plan?" "First, I want to change your living arrangements. I want you to sleep with me. Just for a few days." |...
Krris #2
| "Red, I am never going to have Udaran's love like I've long dreamed. But I have a new dream that's in my grasp. I will tell you or do whatever I can to make that happen. I trust you." "Well! Okay then. Now, I'm going to have to be careful here....
Krris #1
| "Oh, hi Krris!" said Muz-Ra as she stepped out into the cool morning air into the area just outside Castle Kitty's main doors. The morning sun was warm on her scales, however, and the scent of a new day filled her with the simple pleasure of...
The Hero of Kvatch - A Prequel Fanfiction
(A fanfic of a fanfic - yeah. I know. Stupid brain made me write this after my first playthough of Oblivion. I blame Kaz.) Dearest Kitten, Your mother wrote to me and told me about your plans to join the Imperial Legion. You've always told me how...
Sword of St. Michael - Epilogue
| Later, after they had settled into the unoccupied cabin... "And... I won't be bothered by Hell anymore?" asked Devilah, her eyes bright with hope. "Nope. No more than any other mortal anyway. You are the proverbial 'One That Got Away'". ...
Sword of St. Michael #17
| And without further ado, they ran through the portal and found themselves in the wilds of Skyrim. The stars still shone, though a faint glow at the eastern border hinted at a sunrise to come while the glow from the portal abruptly vanished. The three...
Sword of St. Michael #16
| "It means I don't have to put up with your shit any longer!" screamed Devilah. By the time Agrat swung her head around to see the Succubus in motion behind her, the blade was already thrusting up to impale her. "STOP!" she thundered with all the...
Sword of St. Michael #15
| And she didn't. Suddenly, an extremely white light appeared within the cave. White was simply not a color of Hell, and it's presence was as unexpected and out-of-place as a snowman. It pierced her eyelids, and even as she opened them it began to...
Sword of St. Michael #14
| When Sampson stepped through, he covered his mouth instantly - not expecting the heat or the smell of the place. "Over there," Devilah gestured. True to expectations, the sword lay on the stone she had put it on last night. Samson took it and...
Sword of St. Michael #13
| Sampson had an idea. He wasn't terribly intelligent or wise, but when it came to this sort of thing, he was first-rate. And this was fast becoming something that his talents were useful for. He knew he'd have to come to grips with the whole...
Sword of St. Michael #12
| Devilah let Sampson contemplate that while she put her clothes back on. When he still hadn't responded, she asked him, "Sampson, do you know the word? Do you know what a succubus is?" Sampson struggled to speak. "Uh... A... succubus?" "Yes, a...