All Chapters of Empire of Desires - Erotic Tales of Alternative Worlds: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It also helps that the darkness of space is a complete fog, rainy weather between the mountains with entrances towards the galactic portals, but that did not seem to be a problem, due to the scattered tents, houses there that had taverns and bars throughout the galactic stations scattered around, each of the families that lived there.When everyone made drinks of each different flavor of their homemade drink from a secret recipe, in which the legends there say, that the darkness of space is like this, by the curse of their ancestors, who pioneered and countless travelers through space, due to the darkness of space being a series of mines and planets between portals, that connect, between valleys and mountains with entrances towards the galactic portals, where there is a graveyard of ships and dragons, as well as passing through countless graveyards of ships through space rocks and countless asteroids and comets.Being a darkness of space, where there was a war of these creatures, whe

- I know you are here; besides business, it would be your interest, but then I go with you, on a good adventure or expedition. He spoke. - What didn't you say, which one, after all, if it wasn't, why would you be here by my side, if it's not to sell something? He questioned him. "You know, Nebelwächter, Nebelwächter, my dear, if you want to know, I have a curiosity about this adventure. He spoke. - Otherwise, it's Ora viva! Was it not the traveling magician who gave Old Edelweiß a pair of magical diamond cufflinks that fastened by themselves and never came loose unless ordered? "If you're not the comrade you used to tell, an endless magic bag." The other said. "I know..." he said. – Adventures, but each one of them has its price. He spoke. - Do we have so many wonderful stories at parties about ships and dragons, and Gobelin’s, and giants in the midst of hostile galactic kingdoms, and the rescue of princesses, and the windfall of widows' children? He spoke. - What not the alie

Not even with a mere ringing of the bell, but a hard "shovel" on the beautiful green door of Erdlinge rubrus, in which someone was at last, discreetly and almost imperceptibly, slamming the door with what would be a hard wood.Business is business after all, he would literally want to know what and how and where, in reality, how much he can catch with this bunch of redheads.Schattendieb, when he ran out through the winding passage of an underground corridor, between the alleys, of the caves, passing through their portals, in which very angry and utterly bewildered and idiots, they seemed lost.Even if he was discouraged, since this was the most unpleasant Wednesday he could remember, nothing could go right.When he opened the door with a jolt, and they all fell inside, one on top of the other.Even if he had agreed to go, that was not how they should introduce themselves.Like a good thief, he should be known for being discreet, but even they didn't bother to improve the situation.T

it was April, it was like that, when they continued to Dungeons, while they came like this, with the shadow of Nebelwächter beard swaying against the wall, in the course of time, darkness came and filled the whole room, and the fire was dying, and the shadows wereThat's when they lost, and they continued to dungeoneer. And suddenly, first one of them and then then another one came and another began to sing while dungeon Ing, when they were following there with the singing coming from the backgroundTheir low voices, with the singing, from the bottom of the throats of the dwarfs, in the deep places of their old homes; and this is like a fragment of their song, if it can be like their song without their music.They came far beyond the plains, in which beyond the foggy mountainsThey returned and came to the dungeons without prisonersNow, now, let's go, before dawn,For the dragons, who came to get our sorcerer gold.From elves, to ancient dwarves came magic alongIn the midst of joini

That woman was a shadow of the linden trees, a spinster, without children, who took care of everyone as if they were her children, even if she entered the top of the ravine, from where she had a view of the forest and the field, where there was already more than three days that Serguei Harald did not come that day.When we were waiting for him, even more so because the administrator had said that he had promised to go to the field, being around midnight, it was a day on which there were a series of festivals and saras, there were alarms, songs and countless dances, no one was organized to go to bed, no earlier than 4 am, it was a holiday day, with fewer people at work.It wasn't a certain time, and at around two o'clock, we saw him riding past the rye field. Looking at me with a smileIt was then that Astrid ordered the peaches and cherries he loved so much, he lay down on the bench and dozed off. I plucked a thin, curved linden branch, with juicy leaves and bark that wet my hand, and