The night had nothing on her beauty. The way the wind flowed through her stunning red hair, the way her brilliant black horns caught the moon’s light, the way her vibrant green eyes pierced the darkness, this succubus was drop dead gorgeous. She sat in an ever-so-sexy pose while sitting on the bottom rim of a window, peeking in through the opening into a room. Her eyes glistened in the moonlight. In it she saw a fair maiden riddled with lust.

    
The circus had come to town. Great booming fireworks, the bouncy tunes of circus music, and laughter filled the cool night air. If one listened a little closer though, they could hear other noises peeking through: gurgling, burps, and moans. Though the tents looked standard it was anything but, for this was Gurgline’s Circus of Vore~! Gurgline’s was the finest adult entertainment circus in all the land, boasting the finest predators, the most

    
Klymene’s collection of statues was her pride and joy. The way she saw it, any old gorgon could amass a garden filled with fear and agony, of lost battles and mistakes. Her collection was a little more goofy. Some statues were confused, others were laughing, a small number looked aroused, and among all of them not one look of horror could be found. Klymene always found other gorgons to be needlessly terrifying, after all, to kill someone all she had

    
In a world where the gods are to choose champions to carry out their will, it wasn’t difficult to spot who was a champion and who wasn’t. Avov the Mouthless served as the god of hunger. After having eaten several of the other gods they took his mouth, and when eating several more they took the bottom half of his body. His champion was endowed in ways he could not be; Malvedo Culo sported an ass the size of a wagon. There was enough space betwe

    
Kola wasn’t known for being smart, but this was probably his most idiotic idea yet. Usually his specialty was scaling buildings so the prospect of sneaking through dozens and dozens of underground tunnels didn’t usually appeal to him but, that’s precisely what the southern girlyboy was doing. Usually he was smart enough to pick targets he could actually reasonably beat but this time, he’d need a real miracle. After all, usually hum

    
The queen’s legs wriggled and kicked as they hung out of Pheros’ maw. It wasn’t out of fear or anguish, rather, the woman could barely contain herself. Pheros had held her there for torturous minutes on end, teasing her with packing her away into his gut. Her head was in his stomach mere inches away from the acid that would end her life, but alas, the queen wouldn't be granted such a quick fate. Pheros’ tongue was deep in her jewel

    
Mallory’s Diner was a quiet little place right in the middle of nowhere fast and the back of beyond. It was out in the middle of the desert, being the only building for miles around. The parking lot was dirt and poorly maintained with only a small bit of paving to connect it to the asphalt highway. The building itself was large and rustic. It was painted with bright red and cyan, with glass panes making everything in the front of the building comple

    
Parlous Edge had always been a quiet town. When the pair of knight girls had arrived, not a word was uttered to or about them. People just continued going about their business without paying any heed to the visitors. There were no passing looks, no glances, nothing. They just moved like ants, scuttling about without a care in the world. The knights, Aster and Joanne, had thought that this was going to be easy but clearly this was something deeper than the

    
Queen Metyda was a giant dragoness as twisted and powerful as the very land she ruled. The dragon woman’s scales were as dark and fierce as the black bogs she owned, her face was as deceptively beautiful as her palace, her garb was as ready for battle as her swamps were ready to devour any adventurers foolish enough to venture there, and her claws were as sharp as the twisted thorns of the metal crown she wore. Her green-eyed gaze was enough to kill

    
Kola absolutely despised this. There was nothing quite so… restricting, quite so… embarrassing. Every step he took waa torture, every little movemwnr his legs had to make was such brutal shame, nothing could possibly have topped this as the worst experience he’d had on a job. Kola was pretty, Kola was thick, Kola was sleek, he wasn’t designed for this! These damn dress pants were suffocating his soft thighs while simultaneously t

    
“Even with that grand body Moldöör gave you, ain’t no better work than being a dirty pirate is there?” the businessman questioned.


    
“Oi’ve not found an’ther life quite well sui’ed to me,” the pirate replied, rooting through the man’s stock.


    

    
“When dealing with a vampire you can’t half-ass it. They’re dead already, they don’t bleed, blush, nor feel warm and by god if you don’t grind them down they will come back whatever you do,” that’s what Kola’s teacher had told him. Why that was only coming into play now Kola couldn’t quite comprehend. Before a week ago Kola had never even seen a vampire in person, let alone have one try to kill him, ye

    
Fire and death, that’s all Ángel could see. The town around him burning to the ground, riddled with bullet casings and snakes. They ravaged his home, destroying everything he’d known and plundering every little bit of anything they could find. Gold. People. Silver. The iron that came out of the wood. If it was worth anything or edible, they ripped it from his clutches.


    

    
“What fascinating anatomy,” Inola couldn’t help but say aloud as he examined her. This was the first thing he’d come across in this new world. He’d been looking for a new place to explore so he picked out the first world he could feel, and his reward for such a daring choice was this fine specimen here. Often when he traveled to a new dimension he didn’t encounter something so interesting so quickly. He barely had time

Kola saw that boy learning from a skull, so he figured he’d be able to teach him were he to provide skulls. He realized about halfway to his destination that that didn't make the most sense, like, there were little questions like “why would he help?” “would he still be at the library?” and others, but Kola had already spent too much gold and time finding a spot to get skulls to be concerned with that. Speaking of which, here he was.

Kola wa

    
Hunting was not a thing she was used to, especially not here. The black-winged harpy sat perched on a large branch in a tree, keeping her eyes and ears peeled and observing the world around her. There were too many noises down here! How did anybody expect to get anything done with all this rustling? Those leafs wiggled in the wind, that bush rustled, was it something she wanted to catch? It could have been. Those scraping noises, did those belong to a hum

    
The sound of metal hitting stone was the only warning that came. A little spearhead had pierced the side of the grand castle right beneath one of the windows, allowing a cable to dangle off of its grip. The cable fell down into the darkness, having who knows what down at the bottom. The way the metal cable stayed still, surely it was tied to something? It didn’t move, so perhaps there was nothing on the line? Or so that’s what the only onlooke