Ciri in Heat; Ch. 1

[pre-story]A new series, from a new commissioner, Fooled Trooper, featuring Ciri from the Witcher games! At a small inn, shortly after her meeting with her father, Ciri steps out into the night to cool her head, but a commotion in the stables draws her attention… Still not sure about the name. If you've got a better suggestion, let me know!
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted]I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

Ciri in Heat; Ch. 1

The inn’s wooden door creaked softly as Ciri pulled it closed behind her. The night air was chilly, but not unbearable on her smooth, pale skin, and between the nearly-full moon and her lantern, she could see just fine. She let her emerald eyes close as a fait breeze swept past her, feeling it blow across her skin and through her long, ashen hair. She quite liked nights like this. She felt like she could relax a little, like she didn’t have to be constantly peering into the darkness, watching the treeline for some monster to emerge. It was exactly what she needed, at the moment.

Ciri hadn’t even taken off her usual travelling clothes yet. Her cream-colored, wide-necked blouse was worn loosely around her chest, baring much of her shoulders, a split down the middle offering a tantalizing glimpse of the bra beneath. Leather bands around her upper arms held the sleeves in place so they wouldn’t bind when she moved, fitted leather gloves extended up to cover most of her forearms before flaring out slightly at the end. A thick leather wrap, almost like a corset, hugged her torso from her hips to just below the swell of her breasts. She wore two belts, one a string of engraved metal squares with rounded corners, each bearing a blue stone at its center, which hugged the thinnest point of her already-narrow waist, the other, a simple leather belt that hung off the swell of her hips, bearing a few small pouches and trinkets. Below, she wore soft leather pants, dark gray, almost black, the hide specially treated so as to stretch and shift freely with her movements while still clinging tight to her slender thighs. Her boots rose to almost her knees, fastened with leather straps that wound around her ankle and calf, leaving the uppermost edge loose and rumpled.

She couldn’t sleep. The meeting with her father was still fresh in her mind, even after several days on the road. She tried not to think about it, but that was like putting a lid on the boiling pot of anger and disgust in her core- All it did was hide the problem while it got worse and worse, until it eventually boiled over. He’d really thought he could just… buy her, that he could just offer Geralt a pile of gold and he’d just hand her over. Of course, Geralt had refused payment, but the very idea infuriated her. Treating her like… like something to be bought and sold, traded or wagered, a possession, an animal… Like the horse he’d ‘generously’ given Geralt after his gold was refused. 

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 2

[pre-story]By The Horns continues! Unfortunately, still no sex yet, but soon! The first draft of this one would have required a third chapter to complete the setup before we got to any action. As much as it sucks having to throw out a thousand words and start over, this version works MUCH better. 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

By The Horns: Locking Horns, Part 2

As Rhuno’s hands pulled away, Nisha looked down at her hand, and the sack of coins that sat in her palm. It was heavy, surprisingly so, but it made her feel… uneasy.

Nisha’s morning had started with her running to the bathroom before she puked all over the sheets, only to find herself completely clueless as to how she’d gotten there, with almost no memory of the night before. She managed to piece together some of it, enough that Rhuno had been able to help her fill in most of the gaps as she got herself cleaned up and dressed. All the while, she’d been silently cursing herself, for not keeping better track of her drinks, for wasting a whole night making conversation when she should have been focused on making money. A whole night, with nothing to show for it, just an empty wallet and a splitting headache. Thankfully, Rhuno had a spell to ease her hangover, and his own. Oddly, though, once they’d finished discussing the events of the night before, Rhuno had gone quiet, awkwardly so. Nisha had simply taken his silence as her que to exit, but when she moved to leave, he’d stopped her, beckoned her close, and handed her the pouch.

Daddy's Home: New Life; Ch. 1, P. 1

[pre-story]The time has come! Ia! Ia! The sleeper awakens! Daddy’s Home returns! For real this time, I promise! I’ll keep this brief, for now, and let you read the story. I really wanna hear your thoughts, so let me know what you think in the comments!
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

Daddy's Home: New Life; Chapter 1, Part 1

Will took a deep breath and folded the slip of paper with the address scrawled on it and tucked it into his pocket. He’d worn his best khakis and a dress shirt, he’d even put on a tie, which he tugged at, uncomfortably, but he still felt underdressed as he stood in front of the enormous house. The word ‘Mansion’ seemed more appropriate for the looming, finely-decorated structure, but not quite right, either, it didn’t have expansive gardens or miles of lawn, though it did have a rather impressive parking area. It was tall, too, at least five stories. It almost seemed like a hotel, but that wasn’t quite right either, it was definitely a private residence. The girls he’d asked for directions had called it ‘the Johnson House’.