From Marcella With Love - Story
Frozen snow crunches under your boots as you make your way through the cold landscapes of a not entirely familiar forest passage. Despite the frigid air sneaking under your clothes and licking at your skin, you're sweating hot with exertion. There is...
Diary of a Fox Slut-Epilogue
## Friday of February, year 884, Kingdom Wafftam Every page smells of our past adventures. Marcella's tears are imprinted into the paper along with the blood of her past fights and the seed of our love. I remember it like today, how she scribbled into...
Diary of a Fox Slut-Part8: Dancing in the Rain
My new companion is softly snoring next to me, giving me ample time to lose myself in these pages. I'd rather not write when he's awake; he would surely want to read the diary. I don't trust him enough to let him do that yet. The idea of him flipping...
Diary of a Fox Slut-Part5: Crossing Lines
This thick vixen forgot to close the window before she went to sleep. Not only did I wake up cold to the bone, I was also in a very lewd position. My lengthy self pleasuring session must have taken its toll on my body. My muzzle deeply stuffed into a...
Diary of a Fox Slut-Part7: Saying Goodbye
I'm writing this entry as a goodbye to Krelholm, which has offered me both the worst and the best one could expect from life. I am once again going to wander the long, lonely roads of the kingdoms, lost in expanses of forest and the twisting nooks of...
Diary of a Fox Slut-Part4: Big Vixen in a Small City
I remember being plagued by terrible dreams that night. Though the details escaped me, the emotions they stirred up remained within me for a long while; and just like those dreams, I'm incapable of describing them. I woke up to a spicy smell of...
Diary of a Fox Slut-Part12: Blossom Enchained
## Monday, 26th April 830 / Cyrila Capital - The Ball The sharp beating of a longcase clock announced the passing midnight, stirring me from my unsought nap. I yawned, my jaw creaked stiffly, and I wondered how long I had been dozing off. Muffled...
Diary of a Fox Slut-Part17: Old Habits Old Yearns
What I learned in the first of Agnola's cities we came across, I couldn't have hoped to guess in my deepest dreams. I feel as vulnerable as back when I had nineteen years - a young fox setting out on her journeys. Scared. Angry. Hopeful. And above all...
Diary of a Fox Slut-Part10: Reflection of Agony
Travelling on-board the coaches had met my expectations perfectly; it was boring, tedious and when the coaches were at full capacity, very uncomfortable. Thanks to countless stops I had time to refresh myself and stretch my limbs, walking amid the...
Diary of a Fox Slut-Part 20: Bedtime Tale
Covered head to toe in fresh blood, dried cum, black ash, and who knows what else, was not how I had imagined the whole of my plan playing out. I perched myself atop a stone throne, white tiles charred by fire and a red cloth cushion burned through so...
Diary of a Fox Slut-Part18: Wolf Soup
The rough surface of the marble statue grazed against my fingertips as I inspected its curves. It was a close replica of the original statues built in the honour of the vixen goddess Tanith, a woman of legendary qualities that was nicked the patroness...
Diary of a Fox Slut-Part11: Charming a Duke
My hands tremble at the mere thought of writing down the last two weeks of my life onto these pages. Everything went to hell, and I have only Lady Luck to thank for being alive. I haven't felt this much pain in my existence... Not even the night when I...