Progress Report: Holidays, man.

1/4/16: UPDATED

Hey there, squish here, just checking in briefly since I've been quiet for a while. I just wanted to let you guys know I'm still alive and writin'. I'm working on a new chapter of Operation k-9 at the moment, and it's going well! Progress IS definitely slow, though. With the holidays approaching, I've been losing writing time to holiday prep. You know, shopping for presents, decorating the house and the tree, decorating Grandma's house for her, baking cookies, frosting said cookies, eating the frosted cookies, having to bake more cookies... The usual stuff. Unfortunately unavoidable tasks, and tasks that tend to spoil the mood, as they say. I also lost a day re-watching Star Wars before seeing the Force Awakens, but I'm not gonna apologize for that. :P

Anyways, I'm making good progress on the new chapter, knocked out about 3k words today, but considering the time of the month, the fact that the big day is gonna be later this week, and that there's new year's too, I'm not honestly certain if I'll be able to make this a two-chapter month. I'll keep writing, and maybe I'll be able to get the chapter preview out before the end of the month, but I can't really say at this point. Anyways, just wanted to let you guys know what's goin' on! Keep reading, and I'll keep writing!

UPDATE:
I got Skyrim for Chrismas (my new computer is the first one I've owned that would actually be able to run it since it came out) and the game ate me whole for about a week. I think I've slept like four times since christmas, and got my character up to 48. I mean, come on, YOU CAN FIGHT DRAGONS AS A WEREWOLF. How could I not do EXACTLY THAT?
Anyways, no progress on writing for that last little bit there, but I'm getting back into it. I'm gonna do this month's musings first, to get back into the swing of things, then finish off the new chapter.

By the Horns: Ch. 2

[pre-story] Hey there, squish here, with the continuation of Rhuno's adventures across Azeroth! The story, and the chapter, chosen by you guys, my faithful patrons! This installment takes our hero to a remote corner of The Blasted Lands. This one's takes off a little slow, I really wanted to get some character development in there, and it ended up taking more space than I thought it would. Hopefully, it was worth it in the end! Let me know what you think! And as always, if you like my work, [redacted]

Content Warnings: Huge cocks, excessive cum, impregnation, cumflation, and furries.[/pre-story]

Chapter 2: A Hero's Reward

Tonight, like every night in recent memory, a tense quiet hung over the Howling Drunk Inn. The few patrons, a selection of the town’s old, infirm, and cowardly, sat in humbled silence, nursing mugs of porter as the night dragged on interminably. Donna Berrymore, the innkeeper, stood behind the bar, mechanically re-washing the unused mugs. She was a mature woman, with warm tan skin, raven-black hair, and a glare that could send even the most ornery drunk cringing out the door. The young barmaid, Becca, was the only one moving, pacing around the room, clearing away empty mugs, impatiently seeking something, anything to do to keep herself busy.

By The Horns: Ch. 2 [Preview]

[pre-story] Hey there, squish here, with the continuation of Rhuno's adventures across Azeroth! [redacted] This installment takes our hero to a remote corner of The Blasted Lands. [redacted][/pre-story]

Chapter 2: A Hero's Reward

Tonight, like every night in recent memory, a tense quiet hung over the Howling Drunk Inn. The few patrons, a selection of the town’s old, infirm, and cowardly, sat in humbled silence, nursing mugs of porter as the night dragged on interminably. Donna Berrymore, the innkeeper, stood behind the bar, mechanically re-washing the unused mugs. She was a mature woman, with warm tan skin, raven-black hair, and a glare that could send even the most ornery drunk cringing out the door. The young barmaid, Becca, was the only one moving, pacing around the room, clearing away empty mugs, impatiently seeking something, anything to do to keep herself busy.

Becca was a petite, slender thing, just barely more than five feet tall. She had a cute, mousy sort of look to her, with soft features dotted with a handful of freckles, a cute little button nose, and large, chestnut-brown eyes. Jaw-length brown hair was tucked hurriedly out of the way behind her ears, a few stray locks curling forward to brush against her cheeks. Her uniform was typical of her job, an ankle-length brown dress that hung loosely off her admittedly average hips, a laced leather bodice that cinched her already slim waist even tighter, and a frilly top with a neckline that bared her shoulders and the modest cleavage of her firm, orange-sized breasts. She was practically the ideal barmaid, attractive in that girl-next-door way, but not distractingly eye-catching. She almost seemed to blend into the background when you weren’t looking.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 2 [Comm]

[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with the much-anticipated continuation of the Happy Birthday story! Between writer's block, negotiations for a book deal, my computer's self-destruct and subsequent replacement, unavoidable family obligations, and my toe's attempt at rebellion, this one's seen a lot of delays. But worry not, I'm back in the saddle, writin' up a storm! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, I like to think it was worth the wait! If you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Content Warnings: unrealistic anatomy, incest, huge cocks, giant breasts, exhibition, excessive cum, cum drinking. 

Chapter 2: The Main Event

John couldn’t help but watch as his mother climbed the stairs to the stage ahead of him, entranced by the almost hypnotic sway of her wide hips. With each step, her red stilettos tapped sharply on the stairs, and her mature, child-bearing hips swayed, sending her mouth-watering ass jiggling, tantalizingly close.The temptation to reach out, sink his fingers into that perfect ass and give it a greedy squeeze was almost overwhelming. He might have done it, were his hands not occupied holding on to a sister apiece. As his mother climbed, his eyes followed her, taking in the sight with blatant hunger.

When Ava reached the top, she paused, glancing back toward her son, throwing her long, dark, wavy hair out of the way as she twisted at the waist. John hesitated, stunned by the vision of beauty and sexuality before him. The stage lights made Ava’s flawlessly tanned skin glow. One long, shapely leg emerged from the slit in her evening gown, drawing the eye up toward her magnificent ass. The bright red, slinky material of her gown left nothing to the imagination, clinging to every curve of her mature, hourglass figure. Twisted like she was, her mountainous, beach-ball-sized tits jutted from her chest in what could only be described as a truly epic rack. The bedroom eyes she shot him and the soft smirk that tugged the corners of her full, red-painted lips up toward her cheekbones told him the view wasn’t entirely accidental.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 2 [Comm][Preview]

[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with the much-anticipated continuation of the Happy Birthday story! Between writer's block, negotiations for a book deal, my computer's self-destruct and subsequent replacement, unavoidable family obligations, and my toe's attempt at rebellion, this one's seen a lot of delays. I'm laughably far behind schedule for the month. But worry not, I'm back in the saddle, writin' up a storm! I'm already a thousand words into the new chapter of By The Horns! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy your preview! [redacted][/pre-story]

Chapter 2: The Main Event

John couldn’t help but watch as his mother climbed the stairs to the stage ahead of him, entranced by the almost hypnotic sway of her wide hips. With each step, her red stilettos tapped sharply on the stairs, and her mature, child-bearing hips swayed, sending her mouth-watering ass jiggling, tantalizingly close.The temptation to reach out, sink his fingers into that perfect ass and give it a greedy squeeze was almost overwhelming. He might have done it, were his hands not occupied holding on to a sister apiece. As his mother climbed, his eyes followed her, taking in the sight with blatant hunger.

Progress Report: I have an excuse! It's a good one, I swear!

Hey there, squish here, with a series of recent developments!

Well, first off, my computer had a meltdown on Monday. After six years of service, the increasingly-frequent bugs, crashes, overheatings, and general performance issues finally overcame the old girl. Ultimately, I decided it was time to bite the bullet and, rather than pour hundreds more in repairs into it, buy a new one. I'm actually typing this from my brand new (well, refurbished) computer! Thankfully, it wasn't quite as expensive as I was bracing myself for it to be, so the purchase only wiped out HALF my savings, instead of ALL of them. I've pretty much spent the entire week thus far either trying fruitlessly to fix the old computer, researching new computers, shopping, rooting out the unwanted preloaded programs (still can't figure out how to get rid of this damn photos-to-merchandise thing), updating the system, and re-installing the programs I actually use. Unfortunately, that means I've gotten basically no writing done. But, I think it's probably worth it to have a computer that doesn't audibly complain when it has to display any sort of video.

There's another major development that's been slowing my work as of late, one that I didn't want to share until I was sure there was something solid. Now, I think I can be confident in announcing it. I've been talking with a publisher of erotic fantasy and sci-fi, who shall, for the moment, remain nameless. We've discussed a number of things, but I feel confident in letting my faithful readers know that they've asked me to submit a chapter to a short story collection! Now, it's still gotta be selected out of all the other submissions, but this is still a huge deal for me! I might actually get my work professionally published! With a signing bonus and everything! And if that weren't enough, we've also been discussing the possibility of not just one, but a whole series of novels! We still have to work out the specifics of how and when the books will get written, but it's looking VERY good so far!

What would the novels be about, you ask? Excellent question, I reply! The books will be based on the plans for one of my stories! What story, you ask? Stop interrupting me and you'll find out, I say! Only one of my stories has the grand, arching storyline, the intricate and expansive setting, the truly epic scope such a series would call for! The Titles of Angra B'ahram! Each book will center around the story of one of Angra Ba'ahram's many titles, and how the humble incubus Ahram came to earn them. I haven't been able to stop thinking about the story since first I wrote it, and what ideas might have once fit into a single chapter have grown, unbidden, into sprawling, interwoven tales, too large to contain within a single chapter! This way, I'll be able to delve into the setting, to explore the nature of the multiverse, the 667 worlds of the Abyssal Empire, and the characters within in glorious detail!

Anyways, I hope you guys can understand why it's taking me a while to get anything done. I've got a lot on my mind, and a lot on my plate, but I'm still workin'. I like to think this chapter of Happy Birthday will be worth the wait!

Daddy's Home: Ch.10 [FINAL CHAPTER!]

[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with the FINAL* chapter of Daddy's Home! FINALLY, right? It took a little more than two month's work, with more restarts, rewrites, and revisions than I care to contemplate, but I wanted to end this one on a bang. Well, a series of bangs in rapid succession, I suppose. I just wanna thank everyone SO MUCH for all the comments/love on this story. I'd never have gotten my start as a smut-peddler were it not for the entirely unexpected takeoff of this story, and I'm eternally grateful to each and every one of you. I hope you enjoy the culmination of this series, and hopefully, you'll find it was worth the wait!
*Okay, not really FINAL. This is far from the end for Rich, Sam, Anna, Aiko, Rosa and Diamond. This particularly set of stories is complete, but I've got plenty of plans for what happens to them down the road! Maybe more chapters. Maybe shorts. Maybe a whole new multi-chapter saga! But, for the moment, I've gotta move on, stretch my literary legs a bit. The polls are in and my next big, multi-chapter story is going to be By The Horns, the saga of a tauren paladin's journey across Azeroth, so check that out! I'll still be doing commissions, too, so keep an eye out! And who knows what else I might be getting up to? [redacted][/pre-story]

Chapter 10: A New Day

Samantha moaned softly, her voice hot and breathy as she let her tongue roll from her mouth, her lips painted with smeared, smudged black lipstick. She flattened the wet, pink muscle against the base of the iron-hard pillar of thick, vein-marbled cock before her. The rich, musky flavor of the cock that made her tongue tingle, and she could still taste the lingering hints of her friend’s juices on the beastly shaft. She crawled forward, her tongue tracing a lazy zigzag as she dragged it slowly, sensually, up the bulging foot-and-a-half cum-tube that ran along the underside of that intimidating, intoxicating cock. As she neared the tip, the sheer length of the monstrous member allowed her pillowy volleyball-sized breasts to encircle the base of the shaft, even her impossible 32H chest struggling to fully wrap around its thickness. It was as big around as a two-liter bottle, and it throbbed with lust under her skillful touch.

Daddy's Home: Ch. 10 [preview]

[Pre-Story]Hey there, Squish here, with the preview for the FINAL chapter of Daddy's Home! It's taken quite a while, but I wanted to make sure I ended this one with a bang, get all the details PERFECT before I put it out there. The preview's a bit short, but don't you worry, that's only because the entire thing is PACKED with sexiness from start to finish, and I don't want to give away too much right away. [redacted][/Pre-Story]

A New Day

Samantha moaned softly, her voice hot and breathy as she let her tongue roll from her mouth, her lips painted with smeared, smudged black lipstick. She flattened the wet, pink muscle against the base of the iron-hard pillar of thick, vein-marbled cock before her. The rich, musky flavor of the cock that made her tongue tingle, and she could still taste the lingering hints of her friend’s juices on the beastly shaft. She crawled forward, her tongue tracing a lazy zigzag as she dragged it slowly, sensually, up the bulging foot-and-a-half cum-tube that ran along the underside of that intimidating, intoxicating cock. As she neared the tip, the sheer length of the monstrous member allowed her pillowy volleyball-sized breasts to encircle the base of the shaft, even her impossible 32H chest struggling to fully wrap around its thickness. It was as big around as a two-liter bottle, and it throbbed with lust under her skillful touch.

As Sam’s tongue finally arrived at that bulging, apple-sized crown, she let out a soft moan, her tongue swirling over the smooth, pulsing tip. Her hands came up to cup her mountainous melons and give them a squeeze, wrapping them tighter around the cock. It was so hot, so hard, and so strong, with every powerful pulse she thought it might pull itself free from her lusty embrace. She couldn’t resist a momentary indulgence of her own pleasure, her black-painted fingernails roaming across the smooth, pale flesh of her breasts, seeking out the pink peaks. Her thumb and forefingers found her peachy pleasure buds and pinches sharply, making her moan into his cockhead. She gave the mighty shaft a lewd kiss as she toyed with her nipples, tweaking them and tugging at the silver barbells piercing through them.

Richard let loose a deep, rumbling groan as his beloved daughter serviced his titanic cock, pleasuring a case of morning wood so spectacular as to inspire analogies to mighty redwoods. He lay back, still rising from the depths of slumber as Sam’s full, jiggling breasts squeezed around the root of his mammoth, ivory cock. Every soft moan of lust and pleasure that she murmured around his spit-polished crown as she teased her tender nipples resonated in his ears, a sweeter symphony than the birds could ever sing. Her sapphire eyes opened once more, staring directly into his as her lips popped off the fat crown of his cock and curled into a bright, cheerful smile. The expression almost seemed ill-fitting, framed by her dark, silky hair, and buried beneath the smudged, streaked, and splattered dark makeup still on her face after last night’s messy entertainment. And yet it beamed up at him like the rising sun. “Good morning, baby.” he finally greeted, his voice still deep with sleep. [/preview]

Progress Report #6: Brain not work good

Updated: 08/19/15

Hey, readers, 'tis I with a brief update once again!

I'm working on the last chapter of the main storyline of Daddy's Home, in case you weren't aware. I had hoped to be able to have it finished by last Friday, which, as you can probably guess, has not panned out. Unfortunately, the story seems to be less cooperative than I would like. I keep finding myself driven to rearrange the outline, or change parts of the story, even if they've already been written. I like to think the story will ultimately be better for these changes, but it has the unfortunate side effect of making this whole thing take much, much longer than I would have liked. Maybe I'm being anal about the whole thing, but I want to end the story with a bang (literally and figuratively). It certainly doesn't help that I've been mysteriously distractible for the last few weeks. Not sure why or what I can do to fix it, but I can't seem to sit down and do anything without my attention wandering every few minutes. That certainly doesn't excuse my slowness, but I wanted to let you guys know what I'm dealin' with. 

In summary: Still working, albeit slowly. Getting it good enough that I'm happy with it is taking forever.

Update: Just to let you all know, I'm still working. I think I might have just been a little burned out for whatever reason, but i think I'm turnin' it around. This month is not going to be as productive as I would like.

Operation K-9: Ch. 1

[pre-story bit]
Hey guys! 
New commission! This one’s brought to you by Kaz! Not much to comment on with this one, though I have no idea how I’d categorize this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
[redacted]

Content warnings: Large penis, dog-girl
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Chapter 1: Visiting Hours

The desert sun beat down on Emily’s skin as she jogged, panting heavily. The heat was uncompromising. The packed, dry earth underfoot had been baking in the sun all day, and it radiated heat, hot enough that she almost thought her running shoes would melt mid-strike, like some sort of cruel, cartoonish prank by an angry artist. She had to squint her hazel eyes constantly beneath the bill of her baseball cap, trying to filter out the glaring brightness of the sands that surrounded the compound in all directions, just beyond the chain link and barbed wire fence. Every breeze that came across the sands felt like the blast of heat from an open oven, and carried with it stinging, gritty sand that stuck to her sweaty, bronze-tanned skin, joining the sand that she could never quite completely rid herself of. And yet, she was smiling.

Operation K-9: Ch. 01 [Preview]

[pre-story bit]
Hey guys!
New commission! This one’s brought to you by Kaz! Not much to comment on with this one, though I have no idea how I’ll categorize this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

[redacted]
Content warnings: Large penis, dog-girl
[/pre-story]

Chapter 1: Visiting Hours

The desert sun beat down on Emily’s skin as she jogged, panting heavily. The heat was uncompromising. The packed, dry earth underfoot had been baking in the sun all day, and it radiated heat, hot enough that she almost thought her running shoes would melt mid-strike, like some sort of cruel, cartoonish prank by an angry artist. She had to squint her hazel eyes constantly beneath the bill of her baseball cap, trying to filter out the glaring brightness of the sands that surrounded the compound in all directions, just beyond the chain link and barbed wire fence. Every breeze that came across the sands felt like the blast of heat from an open oven, and carried with it stinging, gritty sand that stuck to her sweaty, bronze-tanned skin, joining the sand that she could never quite completely rid herself of. And yet, she was smiling.

Daddy's Home Ch. 9

[pre-story]
Hello, my faithful readers!
It’s been much, much too long since the last time I posted a new chapter of my most popular story. But I hope you’ll agree it was well worth the wait! 
In the meantime, I’ve been rather busy. There are a lot of new commissions going now, and the first chapters of the three stories in the running to replace this one as my main project. [redacted]
Anyways, I hope you enjoy the new chapter! One more to go and the main storyline is officially wrapped up.

Content Warning: Huge cock, Unrealistic anatomy, Incest, Bisexual ladies, Harem
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Chapter 9: Daddy’s Favorite

The black velvet veil of sleep slowly lifted from his mind as he was gently pulled back to wakefulness by a familiar sensation, a warm, wet suction, engulfing his groin. He groaned with pleasure, his voice deep with sleep as he stirred, blinking bleary eyes as he looked down to see a head-sized bulge bobbing under the sheets between his legs. He let his head fall back, groaning again, as his mind sputtered to life like an old engine trying to find its timing. As he lay there, savoring the sensation of a particularly talented pair of lips and a teasing tongue, his thoughts turned to the night before.

It was… hazy. He remembered dinner pretty clearly, but after that, his memories were scattered, fragments of images and sensations. The soft warmth of skin pressed against his. The mingled scents of sweat, womanly nectar, and cum. The taste of cherry lip gloss. The sound of a girl moaning and begging for more. A flash of a luscious female form, writhing beneath him. He let out another deep groan under the talented tongue flicking over his shaft as the memories crystallized, his mind fitting the chaotic jumble of pieces together into something that made sense.

Daddy's Home: Ch. 9 [Preview]

[pre-story]
Hello, my faithful readers!
It’s been much, much too long since the last time I posted a new chapter of my most popular story. But I hope you’ll agree it was worth the wait! [redacted]
In the meantime, I’ve been rather busy. There are a lot of new commissions going now, and the first chapters of the three stories in the running to replace this one as my main project. [redacted]
Anyways, I hope you enjoy the new chapter! One more to go and the main storyline is officially wrapped up.
[/pre-story]

Chapter 9: Daddy’s Favorite

The black velvet veil of sleep slowly lifted from his mind as he was gently pulled back to wakefulness by a familiar sensation, a warm, wet suction, engulfing his groin. He groaned with pleasure, his voice deep with sleep as he stirred, blinking bleary eyes as he looked down to see a head-sized bulge bobbing under the sheets between his legs. He let his head fall back, groaning again, as his mind sputtered to life like an old engine trying to find its timing. As he lay there, savoring the sensation of a particularly talented pair of lips and a teasing tongue, his thoughts turned to the night before.

It was… hazy. He remembered dinner pretty clearly, but after that, his memories were scattered, fragments of images and sensations. The soft warmth of skin pressed against his. The mingled scents of sweat, womanly nectar, and cum. The taste of cherry lip gloss. The sound of a girl moaning and begging for more. A flash of a luscious female form, writhing beneath him. He let out another deep groan under the talented tongue flicking over his shaft as the memories crystallized, his mind fitting the chaotic jumble of pieces together into something that made sense.

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Rich’s baritone voice called out, deep and loud, the call resonating through the house to fill every room and grab the attention of everyone who heard it.

“Dinner~!”

He grinned, pulling on his oven mitts and turning to the stove. A wall of intense heat washed over his face as the oven door opened, making his squint as he reached into it. His hands found his prize, swiftly pulling a casserole dish out of the heat and kicking the door shut, spinning on his heel to carry the bubbling baking dish to the table. He had to admit, it was much more fun to cook for the whole gang like he used to, rather than just for himself and Sam. The day had been unusual from the very start, to say the least, but it seemed like the simple act of cooking everyone dinner seemed to give a sense of normalcy back to the day. He set the dish down carefully on a hot pad, and pulled the tinfoil covers off the other serving dishes, letting the scent of food flood the room just as the girls began to arrive.

Sam rounded the corner, wearing nothing but black-and-purple striped stockings and an oversized black band t-shirt that came down low enough to just barely hide her ass. She had a whole drawer full of them, and often wore them as pajamas, a habit that had been rather troublesome until very, very recently. Her eyes widened at the spread laid out on the table. “Wow! You really went all-out, huh?” She exclaimed, looking over the buffet before her with a hungry look. The casserole dish still bubbled slowly, filled to almost overflowing with Rich’s fancy four-cheese macaroni, the thick, creamy sauce baked to a delicious golden brown on the surface, finely-chopped bacon bits sprinkled over the top and stirred into the sauce. On the serving platter lay a half-dozen steaks, dark grill lines criss-crossing the thick, meaty slabs, liberally dusted with pepper and spices before being seared to a perfect medium rare. The serving bowl beside it overflowed with rich emerald green broccoli crowns, stir-fried with plentiful butter and garlic until they were just tender.

Anna followed swiftly on Sam’s heels, still wearing her impossibly overfilled parody of a schoolgirl uniform, her epic, heaving, basketball-sized freckled tits straining against the top as she drew in a deep breath. “Damn, that smells fantastic!” She commented as she let the breath out in a sigh, breasts wobbling with momentum as she opened her eyes.

The two girls quickly found themselves a pair of seats, Sam settling in next to her father’s seat at the head of the table, grinning broadly. “I know, right?” She agreed, licking her black-painted lips. “It feels like it’s been a year since breakfast!” She added, eyes flicking from dish to dish like she wasn’t sure where to start.
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The Gladiators: Ch. 1

[Pre-story bit]
Greetings, my faithful readers!
This is the first chapter of my third commission, courtesy of another commissioner who prefers to remain anonymous. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! This is the very tip of a very large, very impressive iceberg, and hopefully you’ll enjoy building up to the spectacular climax of this tale as it continues.
[redacted]
Content Warnings: Unrealistic anatomy, Muscle, Incest
[/pre-story bit]

The Beginning

The Fates’ designs are never clear to those woven into their tapestry. With each mortal and immortal birth, Nona spins the thread of fate, Decima measures it carefully, and Morta cuts its end. Together, the fates weave each thread into their loom, crossing and twisting and interweaving each strand with countless others, forming the great and glorious tapestry of destiny.  But just as one cannot see the full glory of Roma while standing in the Flavium, no single thread can see the course their thread weaves through destiny. But, seen or unseen, the course of one’s fate is undeniable. See two threads, bound tight together since first they were spun, unable to know nor deny the fates’ designs, as they continue blindly towards a fateful crossing of strands.

The Gladiators: Ch. 1 [Preview]

[Pre-story bit]
Greetings, my faithful readers!
This is the preview of the first chapter of my third commission, courtesy of another commissioner who prefers to remain anonymous. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! This is the very tip of a very large, very impressive iceberg, and hopefully you’ll enjoy building up to the spectacular climax of this tale as it continues.
[redacted]
Content Warnings: Unrealistic anatomy, Muscle, Incest
[/pre-story bit]

The Beginning

[preview]
The Fates’ designs are never clear to those woven into their tapestry. With each mortal and immortal birth, Nona spins the thread of fate, Decima measures it carefully, and Morta cuts it’s end. Together, the fates weave each thread into their loom, crossing and twisting and interweaving each strand with countless others, forming the great and glorious tapestry of destiny.  But just as one cannot see the full glory of Roma while standing in the Flavium, no single thread can see the course their thread weaves through destiny. But, seen or unseen, the course of one’s fate is undeniable. See two threads, bound tight together since first they were spun, unable to know nor deny the fates’ designs, as they continue blindly towards a fateful crossing of strands.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 1

[Pre-Story Bit]
Hello, my faithful readers!
This here’s the first chapter of my second commission! I hope you enjoy it! I think fans of Daddy’s Home are really gonna like this one. There’s no actual sex in this chapter, I’m sorry to report, but once it gets started, it’s gonna get pretty crazy! There’s much more to come, and I hope you enjoy reading!
[redacted]
Content Warnings: Incest, a huge cock, and generally unrealistic anatomy
[/pre-story bit]

The Guest of Honor

The evening air was still warm with the lingering heat of the summer sun when a sleek black limousine pulled up to the curb outside the ballroom.  The engine’s rumble quieted to a soft purr as it came to a stop, the chirping song of crickets in the grass reasserting itself as the loudest sound, only interrupted by the muffled beat of the music pounding through the doors of the ballroom. There was a soft click as the door latch opened, the sleek black door swinging wide to make room for the guest of honor as he emerged from the posh interior.

First, a leg emerged, a polished wing-tip shoe planting itself on the sidewalk, swiftly followed by a strong hand, gripping the door-frame for leverage as it hauled the rest of the figure out of the vehicle. John Best climbed free of the limo and straightened up, standing to his full six foot height, clad in a black suit tailored to emphasize his broad chest, tight core, and muscular limbs. He clearly took great care of his appearance, his skin smoothly tanned, his light brown hair trimmed into an expert fade, short on the top, his strong jaw smoothly shaven. His face was handsome by almost any standard, with soulful hazel eyes set in a rugged, masculine face. He frowned, raising one finger to hook the triangular knot at his throat and pulled, loosening the deep red silk tie looped around his neck.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 1 [Preview]

[Pre-Story Bit]
Hello, my faithful readers! Today, I bring you the preview of my second commission, Happy Birthday! I think fans of Daddy’s Home are really gonna like this one. There’s no actual sex in this one, I’m sorry to report, but plenty of sexiness and lots more to come!
[redacted]
Content Warnings: Incest, Unrealistic anatomy, Huge cock
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The Guest of Honor

[preview]
The evening air was still warm with the lingering heat of the summer sun when a sleek black limousine pulled up to the curb outside the ballroom.  The engine’s rumble quieted to a soft purr as it came to a stop, the chirping song of crickets in the grass reasserting itself as the loudest sound, only interrupted by the muffled beat of the music pounding through the doors of the ballroom. There was a soft click as the door latch opened, the sleek black door swinging wide to make room for the guest of honor as he emerged from the posh interior.

Progress Report #5: I live!

Hello, my faithful readers!
Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated. Sorry I've been all quiet lately, it's been an odd couple of weeks. I went off on a camping trip, then I was recovering from nature overdose, then I was just super lazy for a few days, then nexflix got its wicked little hooks into me... In the end, I was pretty much entirely unproductive for about two weeks. Not exactly pleased with myself on that count.

But I've gotten back into the swing of things, and I'm writing again! I've finished the first draft of my second commission, which shouldn't take all that long to edit/rewrite once the commissioner gets back to me. I think a lot of my fans are going to enjoy the subject of this one. Hopefully, the final version ends up being worth the wait in the end!

Project Stud: Ch. 1

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Hello again, readers! What you see before you is my first completed commission! That’s right, somebody actually paid me for this one! The story, the characters, and the world are all property of the commissioner, Iceman99, and are used with his permission. I’m just the puppeteer making it all move.

Content warnings: Huge cock, furry(ish?), light cumflation
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Chapter 1: The Arrangement

Jessica Springs sighed, dissatisfaction gnawing deep in her belly. Five years. Five years since she’d last felt the touch of a man. There was no justice in the world.

She glanced to the full-length mirror beside her door. A tall, graceful, elven figure looked back from the glassy surface, her flawless, naturally tan skin bare and glistening with wetness, still fresh from the shower. Standing 6’3”, she was tall enough to stand out in almost any crowd, and beautiful enough to hold the attention of anyone who spotted her. Her hair was long and straight, her shimmering black tresses flowing over her pointed ears and down her back in a river of ebony silk, coming to a stop level with the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her face was enchanting, with narrow, elegant features and high cheekbones, giving an impression of nobility.  Her full, pink lips turned down at the corners, forming a soft frown as her intense, chestnut-brown eyes roamed down, inspecting the figure in the mirror, the mirror image doing the same. On her tall, slender frame, her impressive features looked perfectly fitting, where they might have made a shorter woman look exaggerated. Full D-cup breasts, with barely a suggestion of sag, softly swayed with her breathing, coffee-brown nipples puckering slightly under her own gaze. Her hips were a bit more generous than most elves, something she’d been somewhat embarrassed of when she was younger. But her shame became a point of pride as age and effort filled out her figure with a mouth-watering callipygian derriere, a shapley, juicy bubble butt that drew looks of hunger and envy as it swayed with her stride. She was practically the walking ideal of snow elf beauty. Her long dry spell certainly couldn’t be blamed on her body.

'What's Next' Stories, Full Versions!

My faithful readers! Your endless patience has been rewarded! The three 'what's next' chapters are finally complete! Which means you are now party to three big ol' stories, each awaiting continuation, and each vying for your vote! That's right, I'm letting my fans decide the order in which these three stories see the light of day. If you like one of 'em and want to see them continued, [redacted]

The three stories on the line are as follows:
By The Horns: The epic saga of a Tauren Paladin by the name of Rhuno Sunheart. The tale begins in Northrend, where the mighty bull has been summoned before Alexstrasza, the life-binder, to answer a most dire quest. From there, it follows his meandering journey across all of Azeroth and beyond as he performs good deeds, battles evil, and, of course, has tons and tons of sex. Each chapter tells of his encounters with new partners and the growth of his massive harem.

The Thousand Titles of Angra Ba'ahram: A new sci-fantasy epic detailing the saga of the demon Angra Ba’ahram, Conqueror of Women, The Last Incubus, Sovereign of the Crimson Isles, Lord of Lust, Savior of the Reluctant Bride, The Insatiable One, Goddess-Breaker, Purity’s Bane, The Banished Lord, He Who Has Returned, Sire of Armies, Slayer of Angra Ba’ator. In his prime, Angra Ba'ahram rules the 666 worlds of The Abyss from the Darksteel Citadel upon the world of Throne, surrounded by hordes of warrior spawn, thousands of succubi servants, hundreds of slaves broken to serve his lusts, and a trio of angelic pets. Each chapter reveals the sordid tale behind one of his many, many titles, and tells the long and winding journey of an eternity of debauchery and brutality that eventually led a demon of lust to sit upon this seat of power.

The Irresistible Goldenboy: The thrilling adventures of Goldenboy, the ego-powered superhero. Harnessing the potentially limitless power of his own self-confidence, Goldenboy fights crime with super-strength, invulnerability, and flight. And what does an ego-powered superhero do to keep his powers in tip-top shape? Why, have sex with every eligible superheroine he can, and some who aren't exactly eligible, too. Some come to him, unsatisfied by normal men or drawn in by his reputation. Others, he pursues, charming and seducing until they fall to his charms. Even the women of alternate universes and other planets aren't safe from the endless womanizing of Goldenboy. In the end, no woman can resist... The Irresistible Goldenboy!

By the Horns: Ch. 1

Chapter 1: A New Quest

[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! [redacted]

Content warnings: Huge cock, impregnation, minor cumflation, furry (kinda), magic, rough sex, and monologuing.
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Enormous, titan-bronze double doors loomed in the archway, some thirty feet high and ancient beyond understanding, the perfectly smooth surface free of tarnish or flaw since before the sundering. Ruby-red flames danced in the tall braziers to either side of the looming gateway, shedding no heat but casting the looming archway in a flickering, almost ominous, crimson light. The figure standing before these monolithic doors looked tiny by comparison. From the bottom of his hooves, each as wide as a human’s handspan, to the highest points of his ivory horns, each spike jutting a foot from the sides of his head before hooking up sharply at the ends, the tauren was more than eight feet tall, perhaps nine if he straightened up as much as he could. His broad, square-shouldered frame strained against a crimson silk robe, perhaps a size too small, his thick, powerfully muscled arms pulling the fabric tight around them. His fur was coal-black fur, hardly a shade of variation from head to hoof, even in the mane running back over his hump. His face was rugged, with a short snout and a long black beard gathered into a single thick braid, the loose end tied off around a sturdy golden ring. Perhaps it might even have been handsome were it not for the half-dozen scars that distracted from the features beneath, dark gray lines where no fur would grow, including a long, thin line that split one eyebrow and continued on the cheek below. Beneath his thick brows peered a pair of startlingly brilliant sapphire eyes, made all the more intense by the dark fur around them.

The Thousand Titles of Angra Ba'ahram; Ch. 1

Chaper 1: Angra Ba'ahram

[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! [redacted]
Content warnings: Hyper-scale cocks, size difference, cumflation, magic, rough sex, mind reading, girl-on-girl, Incest (kinda?), and possibly excessive exposition.
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For a human to truly understand the true nature of the multiverse, they must set aside their ignorant self-importance and open their minds to possibilities beyond the scope of their understanding. They must perceive the three dimensions that mortal minds can, and accept the existence of a fourth they cannot. They must open themselves to the aether, the raw magic flowing along the fourth dimension, for once a mind tastes the aether, it can perceive the magic all around them. They must look upon the ever-expanding infinite vastness of their own universe, and humble themselves with the truth that their realm is but a single plane amid infinite others. They must accept that even as their world is but a single grain of sand in the vast desert of their universe, that universe is, itself, but a single pages in a vast tome of realities, a single facet upon a shape beyond mortal comprehension.

The Irresistible Goldenboy: Ch. 1

Chapter 1: Curiosity

[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! I’m letting my patreon patrons decide not only which one of the three goes first, but if this one wins, I’ll also let people propose heroines they want to see and vote on the chapters they want to see first! So, if you like what you see here [redacted] 
Content warnings: Huge cock, adultery, cock-worship, rough sex, voyeurism (kinda), female masturbation, and possibly excessive exposition.
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The Hub. Where everything comes together. If secretive extra-dimensional transit networks had slogans, or needed them, that would be the Hub’s. Looking at the Hub terminal from the outside would be technically impossible, since the outer walls of the structure are co-existent with the absolute boundaries of the stabilized extradimensional pocket in which the Hub existed, not to mention the absolute lack of light sources. But if such a thing were possible, one might see a structure shaped like a short, fat cylinder, nearly half a mile across but only two hundred feet tall. Along the narrow edge of the shape bristles a belt of hundreds of rectangular projections.

Each projection was arranged identically. At the outer end, the crossover room itself. A heavily-secured cubic room, utilitarian in design. Massive, unbreakable blast doors that sealed the chamber off, and only opened once the initial security check was clear. In each corner, a squat, square, sealed room, staffed by a pair of security guards standing by a big red button. Above each room, a pair of security cameras and an automated variable ordinance turret hung from the ceiling. If any one of the security officers pressed the button, the blast doors would lock in place and the terminal manager would be signaled, and if the threat was not contained, the manager could collapse the portion of the pocket dimension the chamber occupied, instantly wiping it and everything inside it out of existence in an absolute and final fashion. All this to secure the station from the worst possibilities that could emerge from the focus of the room, a fifteen-foot vertical metallic ring, with a mechanical walkway leading almost up to it.

What's Next Previews!

Hello, my faithful readers! Your endless patience shall soon be rewarded! The three 'what's next' chapters are finally complete! Which means you, my faithful readers, are soon to be flooded with three great big stories, each awaiting continuation, and each vying for your vote! That's right, I'm letting my fans decide the order in which these three stories see the light of day. [redacted]

The three stories on the line are as follows:
By The Horns: The epic saga of a Tauren Paladin by the name of Rhuno Sunheart. The tale begins in Northrend, where the mighty bull has been summoned before Alexstrasza, the life-binder, to answer a most dire quest. From there, it follows his meandering journey across all of Azeroth and beyond as he performs good deeds, battles evil, and, of course, has tons and tons of sex. Each chapter tells of his encounters with new partners and the growth of his massive harem.

The Thousand Titles of Angra Ba'ahram: A new sci-fantasy epic detailing the saga of the demon Angra Ba’ahram, Conqueror of Women, The Last Incubus, Sovereign of the Crimson Isles, Lord of Lust, Savior of the Reluctant Bride, The Insatiable One, Goddess-Breaker, Purity’s Bane, The Banished Lord, He Who Has Returned, Sire of Armies, Slayer of Angra Ba’ator. In his prime, Angra Ba'ahram rules the 666 worlds of The Abyss from the Darksteel Citadel upon the world of Throne, surrounded by hordes of warrior spawn, thousands of succubi servants, hundreds of slaves broken to serve his lusts, and a trio of angelic pets. Each chapter reveals the sordid tale behind one of his many, many titles, and tells the long and winding journey of an eternity of debauchery and brutality that eventually led a demon of lust to sit upon this seat of power.

The Irresistible Goldenboy: The thrilling adventures of Goldenboy, the ego-powered superhero. Harnessing the potentially limitless power of his own self-confidence, Goldenboy fights crime with super-strength, invulnerability, and flight. And what does an ego-powered superhero do to keep his powers in tip-top shape? Why, have sex with every eligible superheroine he can, and some who aren't exactly eligible, too. Some come to him, unsatisfied by normal men or drawn in by his reputation. Others, he pursues, charming and seducing until they fall to his charms. Even the women of alternate universes and other planets aren't safe from the endless womanizing of Goldenboy. In the end, no woman can resist... The Irresistible Goldenboy!

The Irresistible Goldenboy: Ch. 1 [Preview]

Chapter 1: Curiosity

[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! [redacted]
Content warnings: Huge cock, adultery, cock-worship, rough sex, voyeurism (kinda), female masturbation, and possibly excessive exposition.
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[Preview]The Hub. Where everything comes together. If secretive extra-dimensional transit networks had slogans, or needed them, that would be the Hub’s. Looking at the Hub terminal from the outside would be technically impossible, since the outer walls of the structure are co-existent with the absolute boundaries of the stabilized extradimensional pocket in which the Hub existed, not to mention the absolute lack of light sources. But if such a thing were possible, one might see a structure shaped like a short, fat cylinder, nearly half a mile across but only two hundred feet tall. Along the narrow edge of the shape bristles a belt of hundreds of rectangular projections.

The Thousand Titles of Angra Ba'ahram: Ch. 1 [Preview]

Chapter 1: Angra Ba'ahram [Preview]

[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! [redacted]
Content warnings: Hyper-scale cocks, size difference, cumflation, magic, rough sex, mind reading, girl-on-girl, Incest (kinda?), and possibly excessive exposition.
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[preview]For a human to truly understand the true nature of the multiverse, they must set aside their ignorant self-importance and open their minds to possibilities beyond the scope of their understanding. They must perceive the three dimensions that mortal minds can, and accept the existence of a fourth they cannot. They must open themselves to the aether, the raw magic flowing along the fourth dimension, for once a mind tastes the aether, it can perceive the magic all around them. They must look upon the ever-expanding infinite vastness of their own universe, and humble themselves with the truth that their realm is but a single plane amid infinite others. They must accept that even as their world is but a single grain of sand in the vast desert of their universe, that universe is, itself, but a single pages in a vast tome of realities, a single facet upon a shape beyond mortal comprehension.

By The Horns: Ch. 1 [Preview]

Chapter 1: A New Quest [Preview]

[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! [redacted]
Content warnings: Huge cock, impregnation, cumflation, furry (kinda), magic, rough sex, and monologuing.
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Enormous, titan-bronze double doors loomed in the archway, some thirty feet high and ancient beyond understanding, the perfectly smooth surface free of tarnish or flaw since before the sundering. Ruby-red flames danced in the tall braziers to either side of the looming gateway, shedding no heat but casting the looming archway in a flickering, almost ominous, crimson light. The figure standing before these monolithic doors looked tiny by comparison. From the bottom of his hooves, each as wide as a human’s handspan, to the highest points of his ivory horns, each spike jutting a foot from the sides of his head before hooking up sharply at the ends, the tauren was more than eight feet tall, perhaps nine if he straightened up as much as he could. His broad, square-shouldered frame strained against a crimson silk robe, perhaps a size too small, his thick, powerfully muscled arms pulling the fabric tight around them. His fur was coal-black fur, hardly a shade of variation from head to hoof, even in the mane running back over his hump. His face was rugged, with a short snout and a long black beard gathered into a single thick braid, the loose end tied off around a sturdy golden ring. Perhaps it might even have been handsome were it not for the half-dozen scars that distracted from the features beneath, dark gray lines where no fur would grow, including a long, thin line that split one eyebrow and continued on the cheek below. Beneath his thick brows peered a pair of startlingly brilliant sapphire eyes, made all the more intense by the dark fur around them. 

Progress Report #4: Could be Better.

Hello, faithful readers! It’s me again!

I've been working hard on these stories, and I've been quiet for a while, so I figured I should probably poke my head it to let you know how things are doing.

Good news is, I’m done with two of the three rough drafts, and I really like what I have so far. One of them in particular seems to have developed in a very, very cool fashion while I was writing it, to the point that I’d be really tempted to write a story set in that universe, even if it wasn’t full of debauchery and sexytimes. I’ve also upped my daily word-quota from 2k to 2.5k, and it seems to be working reasonably well, which could mean faster chapter output.

Bad news is, they’re both still roughs, I haven’t figured out how to make the world of the third story work properly, and I’m suddenly expecting company around the house throughout my normal writing hours all next week. I’m gonna try to set up some kind of workspace arrangement where I won’t be interrupted or distracted, but it’s entirely possible that it just won’t work. Losing a week of productivity is a really unappealing prospect. I’m already gonna have to push it to get all three done in time. If I lose a week, I might be able to finish one, possibly two if I work a miracle. And I’d hate to default on the milestone guarantee of two chapters/month so soon.

Upside of the bad news is if I manage to set up an interruption-free work-space with company around the house, I might be able to write on weekends, too.

Progress Report #3: Mostly Good

Greetings once more, my faithful readers! It's been about a week since Arabian Days, so I figured it was time for a progress report.

Well, unfortunately, I was sick for the majority of the last week, and I'm still fighting off the last stubborn symptoms, so I'm a little bit behind schedule. For the most part, though, things are mostly good. Which is certainly better than the alternative. I'm writing a little faster with each story, so maybe you guys won't have to wait quite so long for new material as things pick up speed. [redacted]

I've gotten a metric crapton of commissions all of a sudden! I arranged one as an art trade, then I suddenly got three commissions in like a week! I'm not revealing any details just yet, but they're all pretty long and impressive in scope, and if my current fanbase is any indication, they should be quite popular! I'm really eager to start writing, and I'm looking forward to fleshing out the details I've been talking with the commissioners about... As soon as I figure out how to juggle them so the guy on the bottom doesn't end up waiting a billion years.

They'll also have to wait for the current project to wrap up, too. But I think it'll be worth the wait. Right now, there are three possible successors to Daddy's Home as my next big story. I'm keeping the details hush-hush at the moment, [redacted] Since Daddy's Home is gonna wrap up in two more chapters, I though it would be smart to build up some hype for what's next so everyone doesn't run off as soon as I put the finishing touches on it. [redacted] The original plan was to write up a trio of short, sex-light trailers, like 5k each, to introduce the characters and set the stage for each tale. Seems I'm not all that good at keeping things brief, though, so I decided I'm going to take a little extra time and flesh all three out into full chapters! I'll be working extra hard to try and get them all done by the end of the month so I can release them all at once, so keep an eye out for them!

Oh, and I'll be doing my first bonus chapter this month! [redacted]I'm still not quite sure what I should write about...

Arabian Days

Arabian Days

"Arabian nights~ / Like Arabian days~ / More often than not / Are hotter than hot / In a lot of good ways~!"

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Hello, my faithful readers! It is I, Squish, with a new story! If you like what you read, consider supporting me on my patreon!
This one's a little more extreme than most of my stuff, so I'll just throw a little warning out there: Contains yard-long cocks, extreme stomach bulge, cumflation, a bit of gape, rough sex, dirty talk, and magical impregnation.
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“Pretty lady, buy a pot! No finer pots in brass or silver!”
“Sugar dates! Sugar dates and fiiigs~! Sugar dates and pistachioooos~!”
“Would the lady like a necklace? A pretty necklace, for a pretty lady…”
“FRESH FISH! WE CATCH ‘EM, YOU BUY ‘EM!”
Voices washed over one another like the pounding surf, a new voice rising to crash over the listener just as the previous voice faded. Some pleaded and promised, some sang sweetly, some were soft and smooth, others booming and proud. A hot wind carried the voices together, gathering them together into a wordless murmur pierced by the occasional sharp call. A dozen figures roamed lazily through the sun-baked street, male and female alike draped in flowing cloth to keep the worst of the baking sun off them as they go about their business. Colorful canopies of cloth on each of the dozens of stalls offered alluring pools of shadow that promised respite from the afternoon heat, but made one a target of the merchant’s more aggressive sales pitches. Some figures strode calm and unflinching through the bazaar, others darted this way and that with childish wonder, some bore baskets heavy with freshly bought goods, and others haggled passionately over each and every coin.

Arabian Days [Preview]

Arabian Days [Preview]

"Arabian nights~ / Like Arabian days~ / More often than not / Are hotter than hot / In a lot of good ways~!"

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Hey readers, this here's a preview of a request by good buddy o' mine Ryu112, featuring his OC Tatsu! The full version's gonna go up in a week. [redacted]
This one's a little more extreme than most of my stuff, so I'll just throw a little warning out there: Contains yard-long cocks, extreme stomach bulge, cumflation, a bit of gape, rough sex, dirty talk, and magical impregnation.
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[preview]
“Pretty lady, buy a pot! No finer pots in brass or silver!”
“Sugar dates! Sugar dates and fiiigs~! Sugar dates and pistachioooos~!”
“Would the lady like a necklace? A pretty necklace, for a pretty lady…”
“FRESH FISH! WE CATCH ‘EM, YOU BUY ‘EM!”
Voices washed over one another like the pounding surf, a new voice rising to crash over the listener just as the previous voice faded. Some pleaded and promised, some sang sweetly, some were soft and smooth, others booming and proud. A hot wind carried the voices together, gathering them together into a wordless murmur pierced by the occasional sharp call. A dozen figures roamed lazily through the sun-baked street, male and female alike draped in flowing cloth to keep the worst of the baking sun off them as they go about their business. Colorful canopies of cloth on each of the dozens of stalls offered alluring pools of shadow that promised respite from the afternoon heat, but made one a target of the merchant’s more aggressive sales pitches. Some figures strode calm and unflinching through the bazaar, others darted this way and that with childish wonder, some bore baskets heavy with freshly bought goods, and others haggled passionately over each and every coin.

Daddy's Home Ch. 8

Chapter 8: The Angry One

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Hello again, my faithful readers! Two chapters in as many months! Crazy, right? I might even be able to make three at this rate!
I’ve made some upgrades since the last chapter! I’ve finally finished writing up and polishing how my requests and commissions work, so if you want to see me write something for you, or I’ve already promised to write you something, check it out! You can even follow your position in the list! My blog almost got shut down (blame google), but it’s still up and running, and the shutdown averted, so you can keep watching out for progress reports and new material here! [redacted]
As usual, thank all of you for all your wonderful comments/faves/votes/follows/everything!I’ll give it one more shot: Thank you all, from the bottom of my perverse little heart. I know a lot of you have been really looking forward to this chapter, so without further ado, I hope you enjoy!
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Rich grinned to himself, ascending the last few steps to the ground floor with a bounding, springing stride. He felt incredible. His heart was beating, his lungs hauling in deep breaths, his muscles pumping with pent-up energy. It seemed counter-intuitive, but the more he fucked, the more energetic he felt. Was it a mental thing, his brain rewarding him for fulfilling his biological imperative? Some sort of physical response to the pleasure? Was this only temporary, meaning he’d wake up feeling every bit of exertion in the morning? Was it long-term, meaning he could keep fucking and feeling this good all the time? He wasn’t usually the superstitious sort, but he found himself wondering if his Dad’s books on ‘tantric energy’ might have been onto something. Whatever it was, however long it would last, he was glad to have it. His hulking six-foot-four silhouette dominated the door frame as he emerged into the living room like a marble statue, expertly sculpted. Broad, powerful shoulders layered with heavy slabs of rock-hard muscle, a chiseled, handsome face, a foot-and-a-half pillar jutting proudly from his hips, still covered with a slick sheen of cum and pussy juice. He swiveled his head, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as a satisfied sigh as he surveyed his domain. Couch, TV, armchair, Diamond storming towards him… He blinked.

Daddy's Home Ch. 8 [Preview]

Ch. 8; The Angry One

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Hello again, my faithful readers! Holy crap, two chapters in as many months, what is this sorcery? Anyways, I hope you enjoy this preview, the full version will be available next week! [redacted]
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Rich grinned to himself, ascending the last few steps to the ground floor with a bounding, springing stride. He felt incredible. His heart was beating, his lungs hauling in deep breaths, his muscles pumping with pent-up energy. It seemed counter-intuitive, but the more he fucked, the more energetic he felt. Was it a mental thing, his brain rewarding him for fulfilling his biological imperative? Some sort of physical response to the pleasure? Was this only temporary, meaning he’d wake up feeling every bit of exertion in the morning? Was it long-term, meaning he could keep fucking and feeling this good all the time? He wasn’t usually the superstitious sort, but he found himself wondering if his Dad’s books on ‘tantric energy’ might have been onto something. Whatever it was, however long it would last, he was glad to have it. His hulking six-foot-four silhouette dominated the door frame as he emerged into the living room like a marble statue, expertly sculpted. Broad, powerful shoulders layered with heavy slabs of rock-hard muscle, a chiseled, handsome face, a foot-and-a-half pillar jutting proudly from his hips, still covered with a slick sheen of cum and pussy juice. He swiveled his head, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as a satisfied sigh as he surveyed his domain. Couch, TV, armchair, Diamond storming towards him… He blinked.

Progress Report #2: Shutdown

UPDATE: Apparently google reversed its decision to drop explicit content! So, I'll be stickin' around, it seems.

Well, here's progress report number two. Some positive developments, first:

I've finished the first draft of Daddy'd Home Ch. 8! It's about 7000 words at the moment, but that tends to change in the rewriting. I think I'll probably be able to get a finished version done by the end of next week, barring unforeseen shenanigans. When this is done, there'll only be 2 more chapters in the main Daddy's Home storyline before I start the next big multi-chapter saga, the identity of which my patrons are currently voting on. If you want to cast your vote before it's too late, support my patreon! Even as little as $1 gets you a vote on what comes next!

I've also finally formalized how requests and commissions work with me, which you can check out here. It's even got a list, which I'll be updating with the current positions of existing requests and commissions, so you can keep an eye on the line ahead of your request/commission and see how progress is going. If you want to make a request or commission, drop me a line!

Now onto the bad news: On March 23, blogger will no longer allow explicit content. Which means in a little less than a month, this place is gonna disappear off the face of the internet. I'm looking around to see what I can do to find a new place to post my filthy, filthy smut, preferably somewhere where I can mention a sixteen-year-old in a story and not end up with the FBI knocking on my door. It's an elusive target, to be certain. Anyways, I just want to let you know to keep your eyes open. I'll be sure to post where this stuff will end up before the big day comes.

I'll still be posting my work around, I'm still on Hentai Foundry and Literotica, if all else fails.

Daddy's Home Ch. 7

Ch. 7; The Faithful One

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Greetings, my faithful readers! It's finally out, the full version of chapter 7! It's been a while since I posted a full chapter, but hopefully you won't hold that against me, and I hope you enjoy it! I know some people have definitely been looking forward to seeing this chapter, and I like to think their faith and support's gonna pay off.
As always, I'm amazed by all the support of my work. Daddy's Home actually managed to break into Hentai Foundry's top 10 popular stories, which is kinda mind-blowing. [redacted]Thanks for reading!
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Richard emerged from his daughter’s bedroom, gently pulling the door closed behind him. Through the narrowing crack, he gave one last look to the lewd scene he left behind, two incredible teenaged beauties, splayed out over the bed in a tangle of stocking-clad legs, arms, and massive, heaving, cum-splattered tits, mewling and moaning softly with pleasure as they slowly recuperated. The door closed with a soft click, leaving Rich standing alone in the hallway. He was completely nude, his thickly-muscled body glistening with sweat, his titanic shaft hanging between his thighs, dangling nearly a foot long in front of churning, apple-sized cum-canisters.

Something strange was going on. And while he couldn’t say having teenagers throw themselves at him was exactly ‘normal’, that wasn’t what was bothering him. Or rather, not bothering him. He’d cum countless times in the last 24 hours, infinitely more than he had in years, and often only after ten or twenty minutes of rough, strenuous fucking. He’d out-fucked three teenagers in their peak, his own daughter twice. He should be a wreck by now. He’d been a wreck after rearranging his den last month. But instead of the aches he was becoming unpleasantly familiar with, his muscles were… revitalized. He felt easily ten years younger, and his thick slabs of muscle burned with the exertion, but it was a good burn, like after a satisfying workout. It didn’t weigh him down, instead, it filled him with energy. His mighty cock gave a lurch between his legs. Even that was feeling the benefits of this… vigor. The more he fucked, the faster he seemed to recover. By the fourth time he’d come in Anna, he wasn’t even starting to soften between rounds.

Daddy's Home Ch. 7 [Preview]

Chapter 7: The Faithful One [Preview]

[Pre-story bit]
Hello, my faithful readers! It's been a while, I know, but I promise I'm not totally dead. Thanks for keepin an eye on the blog during the long, long wait for more chapters, and I hope you'll keep watching for more! 
On a slightly more pertinent note, this chapter is just a preview for now. I know it's not the nicest thing to do, but you won't have to wait long, at least. In a week, I'll take this down and put up the full version. [redacted]
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[preview]
Richard emerged from his daughter’s bedroom, gently pulling the door closed behind him. Through the narrowing crack, he gave one last look to the lewd scene he left behind, two incredible teenaged beauties, splayed out over the bed in a tangle of stocking-clad legs, arms, and massive, heaving, cum-splattered tits, mewling and moaning softly with pleasure as they slowly recuperated. The door closed with a soft click, leaving Rich standing alone in the hallway. He was completely nude, his thickly-muscled body glistening with sweat, his titanic shaft hanging between his thighs, dangling nearly a foot long in front of churning, apple-sized cum-canisters.

Something strange was going on. And while he couldn’t say having teenagers throw themselves at him was exactly ‘normal’, that wasn’t what was bothering him. Or rather, not bothering him. He’d cum countless times in the last 24 hours, infinitely more than he had in years, and often only after ten or twenty minutes of rough, strenuous fucking. He’d out-fucked three teenagers in their peak, his own daughter twice. He should be a wreck by now. He’d been a wreck after rearranging his den last month. But instead of the aches he was becoming unpleasantly familiar with, his muscles were… revitalized. He felt easily ten years younger, and his thick slabs of muscle burned with the exertion, but it was a good burn, like after a satisfying workout. It didn’t weigh him down, instead, it filled him with energy. His mighty cock gave a lurch between his legs. Even that was feeling the benefits of this… vigor. The more he fucked, the faster he seemed to recover. By the fourth time he’d come in Anna, he wasn’t even starting to soften between rounds.