A space meant for relaxation turns even steamier than it already is, when a misunderstanding between a young futa and an older woman causes a mishap.

I'd fallen for my friend Adrienne, despite her tomboyishness and rebellious streak. She'd been dropping hints for a while, and I finally decided I'd take her out. She likes to pretend like she's not interested in me, but it's more likely than not that she's just feigning disinterest.

After collapsing from a severe fever, you wake up in a clinic to find yourself at the care of the two who found you: Ophelia, a gloomy cleric who's all but lost her enthusiasm, and Marcus, Ophelia's friendly hired muscle who seems more than willing to help. This shit's way too fucking long, man. What was I thinking.

A mysterious crate. A perplexing return address. Strange technology lurks within, but destined for whom? Not Alex. But here it is, anyway. Exactly where this unboxing goes, who's to say?

Michael's habit of crawling dive-bars on the worst ends of the city for cheap drinks has finally paid off and landed him with a girl for the evening. What she has in mind for the rest of their night could be generously described as unorthodox.

In the city of Elupar, rumors abound as to the mysterious activities of purported fae in the great Winterwood. Cassian, a human mercenary, finds himself hired to help put this gossip to bed alongside a whole party of swordsmen—but he may end up witnessing the fae's handiwork at a far closer distance than he ever thought possible...