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Warning: Contains soft, non fatal vore…don’t read if you don’t like vore!! Jake hesitated for a short moment before he took a deep breath and opened the door. He carefully took a look outside. It was already dark and a cold gust was blown into the boy’s face. His little brother Paul tugged on his sleeve and whimpered a little bit. “Jake, do you really think this is a good idea. What if they recognize that we’re gone? They will search us and sick those big, evil dogs on us” The little boy whispered nervously. Jake sighed and bent down to his little brother. “Look, if we stay here it won’t

Warning: This contains vore, don't read if you don't like such stuff ! The soldiers came from nowhere, a group of at least 10 men. Elwyr was slept peacefully in his cave as they came and blocked the cave's entrance. They threw burning torches at him and tried to lance him. Now, Elwyr ran through the forest, chased be the soldiers, his wings were sliced so he couldn't fly away. But even on land, the dragon was much faster. After only a few minutes of running through the dark forest, Elwyr couldn't even hear the soldiers any more. They lost him. Exhausted from the fight, Elwyr lay down and licked his deep wounds. His wings had been sliced, par

Warning: contains vore, don't read if you don't like vore! The feeling of hard and cold stone pressing against his skin: cold, uncomfortable. A warm breeze was blown into Veyt's face. It wasn't a breeze, it was a breath. It was hard to open the eyes, the daylight was bright as ever and his eyes hurt while slowly opening. Then again, Veyt felt the warm breath on his face. Suddenly the light faded as something bended over him. Veyt's eyes became adjusted to the light and he could see the thing that bended over him. It wasn't something, it was someone. A face, a smiling face. Veyt knew the face, even though he hadn't seen the face for a while,

Warning: Contains vore, don't read if you don't like that kind of stuff !!! Once, there was a little boy. His father died in a battle and his mother during his birth. The name of the boy was Veyt, he had been put into an orphanage directly after we was born. The children in this orphanage were treated like dirt. They were sent out early in the morning to beg for some money in the dirty streets of the dirty town, but even if they got some money, the operator of the orphanage would take it anyway. No one took care of them. They got just enough to survive. Not more. Most of them died after some years, some caused by a disease, some died while w