A Day in the Life of a Lazarous Kinsmen 5
After continuing his preparations for a few more weeks, Olvir slowly began to feel his ‘connection’; his POWER, within the swamp growing ever stronger, but sadly he was missing one thing to begin his campaign against the Lost…
Which led him to traveling to the outer villages of the Barbarians that were notorious for being successful in pillaging the castles of the Plimur Kingdom…
While these outside villages may have been s

A Day in the Life of a Lazarous Ward 5
Journal entry 1: Day 8 of my new life as a Ward of the Lazarous Clan
I cannot express how thankful I am towards Olvir for taking me in, especially when I know that none of the other Chieftains would have accepted me. He has even begun finishing my instruction in learning to write and read! Of course, he also has been teaching me the rules of the Lazarous Clan, as well as the rules for dealing with the rest of the Clan. My head is usually spinning by the ti

A Day in the Life of a Lazarous Kinsmen 5
Remaining still in the waters as the horrific scene before him continued to blaze, Olvir could hardly believe what his eyes were showing him…
Bodies were strewn everywhere, nearly every building was on fire, and blood, blood was shed everywhere…
Feeling anger immediately, Olvir so desperately wanted to blame the force that caused him to take the longer route, but then he remembered the way that the force had so gently treated him and O

A Day in the Life of Lazarous Kinsmen 5
Twenty-five years later…
Returning to his home yet again, Olvir first went home and washed himself off before heading out towards the Family trading ground. This was something established by the supplicants of the Tail Families and was created in order to allow the Families to trade resources among themselves, as well as to allow their Lazarous kinsmen to make full use of their talents. Olvir, as an outsider among the Tail Families was not restri

A Day in the Life of a Liama Swamptail
Many years after the events that sundered the connection between the Swamp Mother and her home, a new clutch of Liama eggs were hatching within the fetid waters of the swamp surrounding the den of the Swamptails…
Over the centuries since the first divide between the Swamptails, the ‘Tails’ had grown further away from those who had become known as the Lazarous Clan…
The lowborn Lazarous kinsmen were any Liama born from the withi

Liama Sex Slave 5
Prologue
Centuries before the birth of the Spiritscale Matriarch Caelin, before the ill-fated choices of the mage called Caunwen, before the fury of the earth could be made manifest in Lucas and before the Rashakhans came into the possession of the long thought dead princess of the Balrange Kingdom, a far more fateful tale is beginning…
At this time in the world, human kingdoms were still in their infancy; with securing thrones being more important than the attacks be

Journeys of the Nomadic Spiritscale Matriarch
First Journal Entry…
There has been so much that has happened since my last entry that I do no know where to even begin… I guess I should start by saying that I finally know my Father’s actual name! Who knew that he had an entire desert named after him… he must have been a real terror while still alive to have an entire section of our world named after him. It is kinda sad that my Father was unable to find any others of hi

A Day in the Life of a Liama Ghostscale 4
Year 3 Day 5 of being a Nomadic Ghostscale
After I had made my declaration, I had been worried that I was about to be put to death for speaking some kind of taboo, but then the Liama with the mirrored scale slithered out into sight and asked me how I learned the name I had just spoken. I answered her truthfully and she was very delighted to hear that I had become allies with the King of Balrange. Then, when I mentioned something about Reggie being the o

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Ghostscale
4
Day 91 of
being a Nomadic Ghostscale
After
spending several days in the castle of King Lathron Boriar, I finally
have a comprehensive
map of all of
Balrange. I had thought there was a lot of spirits just in the notes
of Matriarch Widow,
but it appears that what the old
Ghostscales had seen
of Balrange was merely the border
between Balrange and Osyth. With some help from Reggie, I have now
been able to plot out at least two
hundred
other places where eit

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Ghostscale
4
Flipping
open the diary of Matriarch Widow, Caelin went to the last of the
written pages and then began to start writing out her own
diary entry...
Day 30 of being a Nomad
In
the past month I have mastered how to not only
consume
dark energy,
but I even managed to work out a way to draw
out
the darkness
in any spirits I come across. I developed
this technique
because I did not want to mortally
wound
spirits, like what my father
does when spirits tried

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Ghostscale
4
After
watching Talon and Sapientes Noctuae hunt down some breakfast for
her, Caelin eventually sat down to read the book that the Matriarch
had handed her before she “left” the “Shadowscales”
behind....
Much
to Caelin's surprise, the book was actually written in human
language, but that was quickly explained in the first few lines....
My
name is Matriarch Widow and I am now writing this memoir
in
the hopes that future
generations might be able

A Day in
the Light of a Liama Shadowscale
4
A
few minutes before Caelin had been tested, out in the shadowy woods
of the Shadowscale forest, there slept a cute little owl....
Sapientes
Noctuae was his name, but unlike the owl
of the past,
he was now a staunch
and vindictive
defender
of one small,
little
clearing. Most of his days were spent sleeping
now, since nothing
in the forest
was stupid enough
to challenge
HIM
within his new
home.
Only the occasional
intrusion
from the Shadowscales
would

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Shadowscale
4
As
winter gave way to the thaw of spring....
Going
out to oversee the reassignment
of the villagers, Magistrate Tero was a little surprised
to see Brianna standing out among the crowd, but before he could say
anything to her, she
firmly
told him, “As
per your
laws...”
Giving
her a “pout-faced” look,
Magistrate Tero did “understand” what Brianna was doing by
standing out there with the “rest” of the foragers, but there was
NO WAY
he wa

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Shadowscale 4
Tucked
underneath the kind human's skirt, Caelin did her best to remain calm
as the sounds
of a human
village began to reach her ears.....
The
cacophony of the city really
made Caelin uneasy and several
times she had to timidly
tug on the kind human's underwear to signal
that she needed to rest. To Caelin's delight,
she would usually receive some affectionate hood rubbing or some more
chantrelles to munch on when she started to get overwhelmed.
Eventu

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Shadowscale
4
A
hundred or so years later, within the village of the Shadowscales....
Suddenly,
the earsplitting
sound of a “bird” screeching
was heard...
Half
an hour later and a group of Shadowscales were dragging
several dead
clansmen back to the village with pale
faces. When questioned about what happened and how the fight
played out, the shaken survivors replied by saying that there had
been no
fight.
That caused the whole village to sigh
in sadness, both

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave 4
In an
underground burrow, the sudden screech of owl rang out and the sound
of something unmentionable being consumed soon followed...
As
the unintelligible sounds of the defeated creature died away, a
“small” figure was soon spotted flying out from within the
“ancient” burrow....
Even
though the owl was
tiny and did not spark much fear
in the animals of the sands
of Sabulo, his
shadow,
on the other hand,
caused even the mightiest
Sand
Worms
to dive

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave 3
As the
decades dragged on, Caunwen eventually found it harder and harder to
have “anything” to “write” in her diary about, but always
tried to say a few sentences about her life as the personal
“handmaiden” to the Matriarch of the Surgetouched clan....
Eventually.....
Close
to ninety
years later, a greatly
aged
Caunwen was very
slowly making her way towards to the throne room, with the entire
Manascale
tribe
slithering past her; all headed in t

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave 3
Day...
after what could have been my last
I
don't even know where to begin.... I spent the entire
evening wrapped up in the coils of my mistress, her body
heat
nearly being enough to smother me at first, but then once we got
comfortable... I'm sorry to say, but I might actually like
not being able to sleep inside my mistress anymore. Oh, I guess I
ought to explain that
little mishap before I get too distracted with other things.
Apparently, Mistress Luvida h

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave 3
Day 1 –
I am now OATHBOUND to Mistress Luvida!!!!
I
was so~ excited to
finally be able to use my magic to fight
for my mistress, but then I remembered something and asked my
mistress about how her dueling with Sylvester would even work since
he was of a higher
rank. I was so~
relieved when I learned that the clan already had a solution
to that kind of problem in place and listened as my mistress told me
details. Apparently, once keeping
servants was more i

Day in the Life of a Liama Slave 3
Day 7 – Mistress Luvida has given
BIRTH!
After
I finished writing my response to Talon and went to continue my
training, I was just finishing up when one of the other servants let
me know that Mistress Luvida was calling for me. I quickly rushed
over to her side and immediately began to massage her tummy, when I
noticed something squirming inside
my mistress' lower abdomen. My first
thought was that my mistress had neglected
to call me for the first of her e

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave 3
Day... oh
I lost count and am still too jittery to be able to properly think
After
finally just passing out... I awoke to find myself sitting in the
warm light of the campfire that was burning inside the halfway
point cave. I saw up and looked
at the ceiling first and was so grateful to find stone
instead of the perpetual
darkness
I had been trapped in by the Shadowscales. Before I could relax
however, I looked around at all.... darkness
in the cave and I ju

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave 3
Day 5 –
Master Sul'ev
My
new master reminds me a little of Lithiniel, but only because of how
small he is when
compared to an owner like Mistress Skylla. Beyond that one
likeness, however, Master Sul'ev and Lithiniel are worlds
apart. From my the moment I got over being so casually
tossed aside by Mistress Skylla, I could tell that he did see
me as a living being or as a servant,
but rather an object
or, as I would find out
later,
a STEPPING STONE
to gaini

Day in the
Life of a Liama Slave 3
Day... 1
- I guess, since now I have change owners twice
I
guess I should start off by explaining what happened after Master
Andaer returned from dealing with the death of his daughter; my first
Mistress, Lithiniel. The moment I felt my body ignite
with a passion I had never felt before, I had immediately
assumed that Master Andaer intended to use
me like any human
male
would, but then I felt his jaws
clamping down on my back and thighs. I swear to god I would

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave 3
Day 3 –
Life as a captive
My
first few days in the possession of my new mistress were hell!
First I get knocked out after putting on her collar, then I wake up
to find myself locked inside a wagon that was literally
bound
together by magic.
Myself and almost every
other mage from Gubernavis then sat in that wagon as we were pulled
towards whatever destination our Liama captors had in store for us.
Behind us were two
more
wagons, with one being loaded up wi

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave 3
July 7th,
1221 – My First Day as an Actual
Mage
I've
only just gotten settled in to my new accommodations in the home of
Master Magician
Thandraug, ooo~
even just writing that gives me chills! No more waiting on tables and
having to display my body for the slackjawed morons
in my home town of Judaira for this girl! I can now officially
call myself a mage,
I am so excited! I may have heard some bad rumors about Thandraug
losing
some of his apprentices to th

A Day in
the Life of an Ironhide Blacksmith
Journal
entry 12 of Blacksmith Lucas the Iron Fist
I
was delighted to learn that Kaari was actually
pregnant and with my
child no less, since that would mean that she would be able to be in
the running for prospective
mating battles in the future. However, that celebration was cut
short, since Kaari
carried my only
child and therefore the child would never be able to participate in a
coming of age
ceremony. That
suited me just fine,
cause I did not wa

A Day in
the Life of an Ironhide Blacksmith
Journal
entry 6 of Blacksmith Iron Fist
Waking
up after being completely blacked out,
I found myself still standing in the center
of the arena and looked around in confusion for a few moments before
the whole world began to swim.
Then, once my head cleared, I found myself laying flat on the ground
and found that my entire
body ached something terrible. When I heard someone approaching me, I
did not even have the strength to turn my head towards them a

A Day in
the Life of an Ironhide Blacksmith
While
the rest of the clan was preparing for the upcoming mating
ritual, the Ironhide Matriarch looked like she had just gotten done
participating in one of those rituals already...
Cringing as she felt a twinge of
pain again, the Ironhide Matriarch tried to pass off her reaction as
her merely being tired, but then one of the clan's spiritual
shaman came over and whispered to her urgently, “It is close to
time for you to be giving birth, Matriarch,

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave 2
Journal
date entry: Day … 9 I think
After
finally making up with Sneelump, my nights have been magical...
even if all we do is cuddle a little bit before Sneelump tucks me
away inside her pussy. If I had thought having a bed
was wonderful enough... then sleeping inside her is like flying
among the clouds.... or about as close as I ever could come to
that... Sometimes, when we don't have sex the night before, Sneelump
will sometimes force
me into tiring her

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave 2
Journal
date entry: Day... ugh, I lost count, let's just start from 1 again
since things have changed
After
getting the most
wonderful night of sleep I've had in a very long time, I joined
Sneelump for breakfast and was about to head over to the forge when
she suddenly wrapped me up in her tail. I had a very bad feeling of
what was going to happen to me and things only became worse as she
carried me into her bathroom.
Thankfully, she just wanted to bath, sin

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave
Journal
date entry: Day.... 57 I think
There
is a reason why my journal is off my regular pattern.... and the mine
I was currently working in is now shut down until further notice
because of an infestation.
After I had returned from my last visit to the forge, mining resumed
like normal, but in the evening I began to hear some strange
clawing noises while I cleaning up in one of the other mining shafts.
Unfortunately, when I started to tap my pickaxe, the claw

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave 2
Journal
date entry: Day 40 of my enslavement
Still
no sign of Giddy and none of the others will say a word about what
happened to him, so I am forced to just continue praying that he has
somehow found peace
with whatever fate has befallen him. On the bright side, the
overseers told me that I was gonna get to leave
the mines today and so far their word has remained true. Right now I
am in a small ore basket on my way to where ever
I am being sent today, but I

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave 2
Journal
date entry: … I guess this is day 10 of my enslavement
Since
my capture, I have been relegated to drudge
work as a slave of the
Ironhides, but I strangely see more Liamas
than humans where I have been tasked to work. Most days I do not even
leave the mines and am usually far too busy swinging my pickaxe to
write anything down. Thankfully, the miners were given a short
break to recover from the past week
of nonstop work, but most of the others choos

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave 2
Journal
date entry: August 3rd, 1450
I
am starting this journal on my way to my new life,
a large town named Silverdale that is a three day
journey from my hometown of Silvermeadow. My parents are sending me
to Silverdale to attend a large academy there in the hopes of getting
me a better life than
being a miner. Ha! I can't really see myself being much use as
anything other than a
miner, since I inherited my family's strong back and broad shoulders.
I
gues

A Day in
the Life of Liama Matriarch
The
Undocumented Journal Entry
After
following the RashaKhan Matriarch back to her den, King Boriar was
shocked by the numbers the clan possessed and was grateful that the
Khans were content with their territory as it was. Strangely, all the
Liamas at the den seemed to be just as stuffed as the Matriarch was
with humans, all of whom were still moving. While things appeared to
be more friendly on the surface, none of the Balranians could avoid
noticing the ca

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave
A Fateful
Delivery
Sitting on
his throne brooding once more, the King of a country named Balrange
looked quite distracted as he listened to one of his servants list
off names of the prisoners standing before him. The most shocking of
names was that of his second wife and former Queen of his nation. For
many years, the King had been wracked with doubt over the death of
his first wife and assumed death of his firstborn child since the
baby girl had not been seen

A Day in
the Life of Liama Slave
Journal
Entry: Day Twenty- nine
God I feel
like I just dodged lightning.... with a second strike looming
somewhere in the future. You remember how I said that I felt safe a
little while ago, well that feeling is all but gone now. Not that I'm
angry at my new mistress by any means, but I can always feel Troy
gaze on me, now more than ever.
Well after
we finally were able to get permission to speak with the Matriarch, I
really tried to dissuade my new mistress f

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave
Journal
Entry: Day …. Five of my stay in hell
True to his
word, Troy has been very gracious about having his demands met and
the Matriarch has been enjoying herself riding his cock all day long.
I have been in and out of Troy's mouth so much that my butt has begun
to show signs of becoming pruned! Not to mention how many times I
have spent entire nights in a constant state of strangulation...
wondering if the next time Troy crushing my ribcage will be the ti

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave
Journal
Entry: Day Forty-five
I don't
know whether to call it a disaster or a blessing in disguise, but I
should probably explain a few things before I get into what has
happened with the male Naga my mistress captured (yes I know I
participated, but as a slave I refuse to take credit since that would
only cause more trouble).
Earlier I
wrote that the Matriarch had wanted to see the new packs of slaves
again in a week to see if she couldn't find anymore tasty

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave
Journal
Entry: Day Thirty-two (my first month yay!)
I have been
working extra hard to keep in the good graces of my mistress, even
though she hasn't held a knife to my neck again. For some reason I
still feel like she is always on guard, even though her eye has
healed completely and I fear she thinks that I am going to betray
her... You know the old saying, 'Keep your friends closer and your
enemies closer' …. and I think I am about as close as one can to
he

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave
Journal
Entry: Day.... Twenty-four I believe
I haven't
had any free time in a couple of days so I haven't been able to add
to my journal yet, but I'm hoping I can at least get an hour before
my taskmistress comes calling for me again. In the past couple of
days, much has happened... A slave from my taskmistress' new pack
somehow fashioned a weapon out of a rock from the river where all new
captives are forced to bath before getting tested by the Matriarch.
Whe

A Day in
the Life of a Liama Slave
First Entry:
Day.... Thirteen, I think.
I am making
this journal in hopes that it will one day reach the multitudes
outside the slave community I now find myself living in. My name is
Anastasia, or Anna for short. Slaves are not allowed to keep their
last names since it promotes thoughts of individuality and leads to
thoughts of returning home to your family. To our owners, we are
merely slaves, to be used or eaten at their inclination and only by
proving our