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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“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.



A single, unassuming figure broke away from the marketplace, a dull, patched brown cloak concealing every feature, the hood pulled low enough to cast its face in deep shadow. The figure stepped quickly over the hot earth, keeping to the shadows where possible as it made its way off the main road to quieter streets. Finding itself on an empty street, the figure paused. The low hood turned this way and that to make sure it was truly alone. Seeming satisfied, the cloak parted, revealing the form beneath. A lithe, feminine body, completely bare, with soft tan skin, flawless but for a handful of scars. Her figure was petite, with smooth curves, her tiny waist making her hips and breasts seem larger. Her breasts stood proud, jiggling softly as she breathed, each the size of a ripe peach and capped with a dark, perfectly suckable nipple. The sensitive buds were hard as pebbles, the golden rings piercing each peak glimmering in the sun. Her hips were moderately generous, wide enough to support a tight, spankable ass, and marked with a tattoo, a silvery heart with an arrow below it, directing one’s gaze south. Following the cue, one’s eyes fell upon her smooth-shaven slit, her lips glistening with wetness, the shimmering juices paining her inner thighs with her arousal.

Her hands emerged from the cloak, one going up to push the hood back and reveal her face, the other squeezing tight around the neck of a stoppered jug of date wine. Iris was a lovely figure, with alluring features framed by wavy black hair, trimmed high enough to keep it off her shoulders. Her emerald eyes stared to the jug for a long moment, an expert application of eyeshadow making the catlike orbs pop, but could not conceal the long, straight scar that split one eyebrow and skipped down to continue its path down to her cheekbone. Her plush, red-painted lips slowly curled into a wicked smile, and she let out a sigh of relief, falling back to lean against the side of an adjacent building, her naked form entirely exposed. This was so wrong, so dangerous. If she’d been caught… Her heart raced with the possibilities her mind generated. Normally, they cut off a thief’s hand, but they would give her a special punishment when they saw she was naked. The guards would drag her to some filthy alley, overpower her, pin her down as they pulled out their big, fat, filthy cocks. She’d struggle, but they would be too strong and too many for her to fight. They’d stuff their nasty cocks into her mouth, her pussy, even her ass, they’d use her, one after another, taking turns for hours as they used her slutty body like a piece of meat, and she’d cum over and over and over until she passed out...

Iris’ body locked up when she felt a touch on her dripping, sensitive slit, and glanced down, only to realize it was her own wandering digits. She bit her lip as one slender finger slid up and down her wet lips, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She desperately wanted to curl her finger and fuck herself silly on the empty street until someone heard her cries and gave her the deep orgasm she so desperately craved. But she pushed herself off the wall, and let the colak fall closed, the rough material rasping over her hard nipples as it moved, sending another spark to her needy pussy. She raised her hand to pull the hood down, pausing momentarily to lick the sweet juices off her middle finger before it returned to the depths of her cloak. She was on a job, if she didn’t come back soon she’d get punished. All she had to do was make it to the Red Phoenix without getting caught, drop off the bottle and duck into her room to put her favorite toys to work. she’d be able to savor the rush when she got back, to dwell on her fantasies and desires until she got her release. Just a couple more streets, and then she could cum.

It seemed to be the longest walk of a few streets she’d ever experienced. Her pussy ached and throbbed with every step, every gust made the fabric tease her needy nipples, every gaze that fell on her made her heart skip a beat as she wondered if she’d been found out. But eventually, she saw the sign, the painted wooden panel swinging softly as it hung in front of the building. Her steps quickened, and as she reached it she darted inside. Wordlessly she ducked past the front, dropping off the bottle smoothly. She didn’t want to catch anyone’s eyes as she made her way toward her room, a delay now would be maddening. It seemed like a normal day, the familiar sounds of sex in the air, even in the middle of the day. But something bugged her as she moved toward her room. A half-step from the curtain that separated her room from the rest of the building, it clicked. Where were all the girls?

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