Mpreg Fantasy Novels & Stories

“S-sorcery? Like Merlin or, um, Harry Potter?” “Harry who?” She shook her head. “Certainly like Merlin, or Solomon. If you are taught well your power could be considerable. I can help there, but you really need to practice in the real world. Magic is very easy here, where reality can be easily manipulated.” She waved a hand at the scenery and the room changed from Egyptian bedroom to Medieval torture chamber, complete with the rack that Michael was now lying on. Her own clothes transformed into a leather dominatrix set as he watched, and he was now wearing a small pair of leather shorts. She looked back towards him and they were back in the bedroom overlooking Alexandria. “See? You can't cha

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

With the father of his daughters? And Mike has the audacity to laugh on his face. "You're funny Adam but I don't know if you remember the contract both of you signed? Did you read the small print?" Adam felt his throat close at how venom and malicious Mike's words were. "Oh I guess you didn't but since I'm a nice guy I'll tell you what was written there. On the contract, you signed in the small print was written that you agreed to maintain your relationship with Mr. Khalan Amaechi a secret until the remainder of the contract and if any parts do not respect the clauses of the contract the penalty is the loss of eighty-five percent of all of Mr. Amaechi assets. And if the media knows about you

So far the date seemed to go well, he had managed to see more of this world, who was weirdly more developed than it thought thanks to what was known as magitek. Magitek was a form of using magic by imbuing the effects of a spell in a device. It wasn't anyone could do without years upon years of research. In this kingdom, the only one specializing in magitek were witches, making the Walpurgisnacht one of the richest organizations in the whole world, their only concurrent being the dwarves and the angels. Monopoly was truly a scary thing. "Well, let's continue our date." They decided to leave the central zone and walk toward the South zone.

The mage was entirely too much trouble. The ogre’s efforts had left sweat in rings beneath the arms of his threadbare, homespun tunic, and beaded on his forehead. Unlike the hearth tales, his skin was not green, nor his pate bald. He had a head of red ringlets that, cleaned and groomed, would not have looked out of place on the head of a village girl going to the fair. His brow was heavy, his jaw under bitten and strong, and his nose was flattened by comparison, the bridge wide.

, I say, and he takes a deep breath. “We only need to be married for one year, and then we can get the divorce, and you will come out of this marriage a wealthy woman because we will sign a prenup and you will get five million from the divorce plus the house and the car”, he says, and I can’t believe he is saying this.