[pre-story]Hey there, Sqish here, with the conclusion of Galbuscho's commission about satyrs, breeding, and liters of cum! I actually thought I had this one done at 3.5k words, but then I realized I'd feel guilty charging for such a short chapter, went back and added in a couple more orgasms and a bit of post-coitus cuddling and it feels WAY more complete than it did before.
[redacted]
Enjoy![/pre-story]
Chapter 2: A Satyr’s Savage Seeding
Varossion loomed in the middle of the sacred glade, half-kneeling, his bulk supported on one knee and one cloven hoof. The massive, muscular satyr’s broad, powerful chest rose and fell rhythmically as he caught his breath, his pale green skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. His long hair, a curious, mossy shade of greenish brown, was swept back out of his face, revealing his ruggedly handsome features, pointed ears and inhuman eyes, twin featureless orbs of warm hazel. His heavy brow bore the roots of a pair of woodlike antlers that arched up above his head, branching again and again into a spectacular rack of points that hung over him like a crown, giving him a regal air. In contrast to that regal bearing, his cock thrust proudly from his hips, a fearsome pillar of granite-hard flesh longer than a forearm and wider than a handspan. It throbbed and lurched angrily, like a wild beast, its length wound over with thick, pulsing veins and crowned with a flared, helmet-shaped head, easily the size of a man’s fist and still dripping with pearly seed. Beneath the towering monolithic member swayed a pair of truly enormous balls, like a pair of ripe melons, sloshing with an ocean of thick, creamy, supernaturally-potent cum.
Friday, December 9, 2016
Thursday, December 1, 2016
By The Horns: Ch. 4
[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with a new chapter in the continuing saga of Rhuno Sunheart, tauren paladin! The winner of the last 'what's next' poll on my patreon was the barrens, so here it is! I had a mixed experience writing this one. I loved writing the battle scene at the beginning, and I knew exactly what I wanted for the end, but I had a lot of trouble filling out the middle of some reason. It felt... disjointed, incoherent. But then, when I went back and read it over to edit/rewrite, it didn't seem all that bad at all. Perspective is a funny thing.
Anyways, new chapter! As always, [redacted] Enjoy![/pre-story]
Chapter 4: A Battle and a Bond
“Can’t dis dumb beast go any fasta’?!” Zen’Anji demanded, the crimson-mohawked troll woman clinging to the saddlehorn, Rhuno’s armored bulk at her back.
“Kodos are bred for strength, not speed!” Rhuno shot back, gripping Tawo’s reigns a little tighter, the faithful kodo thundering across the golden savannah as fast as her powerful legs could carry her.
Zen'Anji twisted in the saddle, peering around Rhuno’s side. “Dey be gainin’!” She warned, a touch of panic in her voice.
“I know!” Rhuno growled, looking back over his shoulder to confirm that, yes, the horde of centaurs was, indeed, drawing ever-closer as they rode hell-for-leather.
“Well, do sometin’ about it, an’ quick, or we both be dead!” Zen'Anji urged.
“I’m steering! What about you? You’re a druid, right? Do that root thing! Slow them down!” Rhuno snapped.
“Wit’ what roots, mon?! GRASS?!” She snapped back.
An arrow whizzed past, and Rhuno cursed under his breath. They were getting into bow-range already. As soon as they started landing hits, Tawo would start to slow down, and then it would only be a matter of time before they were overtaken and trampled, or just circled by archers and whittled away. This was a losing scenario, he needed to change the engagement. His hooves dug a little harder into Tawo’s hide, trying to urge just the tiniest bit more speed from the great beast as he scanned the plains ahead. He could see the walls of Crossroads, but they’d be pincushions before they made it. The mountains might help, but not enough. The only other feature was… He yanked the reigns to the left, and Tawo turned sharply with a groan, just in time to avoid a volley of arrows.
Anyways, new chapter! As always, [redacted] Enjoy![/pre-story]
Chapter 4: A Battle and a Bond
“Can’t dis dumb beast go any fasta’?!” Zen’Anji demanded, the crimson-mohawked troll woman clinging to the saddlehorn, Rhuno’s armored bulk at her back.
“Kodos are bred for strength, not speed!” Rhuno shot back, gripping Tawo’s reigns a little tighter, the faithful kodo thundering across the golden savannah as fast as her powerful legs could carry her.
Zen'Anji twisted in the saddle, peering around Rhuno’s side. “Dey be gainin’!” She warned, a touch of panic in her voice.
“I know!” Rhuno growled, looking back over his shoulder to confirm that, yes, the horde of centaurs was, indeed, drawing ever-closer as they rode hell-for-leather.
“Well, do sometin’ about it, an’ quick, or we both be dead!” Zen'Anji urged.
“I’m steering! What about you? You’re a druid, right? Do that root thing! Slow them down!” Rhuno snapped.
“Wit’ what roots, mon?! GRASS?!” She snapped back.
An arrow whizzed past, and Rhuno cursed under his breath. They were getting into bow-range already. As soon as they started landing hits, Tawo would start to slow down, and then it would only be a matter of time before they were overtaken and trampled, or just circled by archers and whittled away. This was a losing scenario, he needed to change the engagement. His hooves dug a little harder into Tawo’s hide, trying to urge just the tiniest bit more speed from the great beast as he scanned the plains ahead. He could see the walls of Crossroads, but they’d be pincushions before they made it. The mountains might help, but not enough. The only other feature was… He yanked the reigns to the left, and Tawo turned sharply with a groan, just in time to avoid a volley of arrows.
Musing: Tracer's Halloween Party
[pre-story]It's another overwatch-themed patreon musing! This one's for Halloween, and features Symmetra's Vampire skin and Tracer's Punk skin. It's way longer than it's supposed to be, but I think it's definitely worth it. I just kept having more stuff I wanted to include... I didn't have enough room for it all, so I might come back and add a second part later on. Tried some new stuff in this one, toys, hypnotism... is time-play a thing? I think it worked out pretty well. Originally I was just gonna have it be straight-up hypno-dom, but I decided to add in a little bit of hesitance on Sym's part/willingness on Tracer's, because I love me some sappy emotional crap. Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
“Heya, Symm!” Lena called from across the room, stretching up on one toe to wave over the crowd, her bright, cheery expression at odds with her black leather jacket, skull-goggles, and rebellious, pink dyed hair. Her chest-piece glowed, and her form flickered and disappeared, the spunky girl reappearing across the room, directly in front of her friend, a trail of blue weaving through the crowd behind her. “I’m glad you made it! I wasn’t sure you were gonna show, you know, ‘cause you don’t like parties much and all that, but you’re here!” She babbled, excitedly, spreading her arms wide and leaning in for a hug, only to abruptly stop, teetering on tiptoe a moment from hugging, remembering how Symmetra didn’t really like to be touched without warning.
Symmetra’s pale grey lips curled into a soft smile. “Hello, Lena.” She replied, cool and calm and collected, a stark contrast to Lena’s bubbly, overflowing energy. She leaned into the hug, giving the british girl a soft squeeze which she eagerly returned, before straightening up again, breaking the hug after only a moment. “I simply couldn’t miss one of your famous Halloween parties.” She replied.
Tracer grinned, stepping back to let her eyes roam up and down Symmetra’s body. Her costume looked much like her usual outfit, with a few key differences. For one, her usually-soft-brown skin had turned a pale grey from head to toe, and her usual blue and white outfit was black and red instead, her thigh-high stockings decorated with angular bats. Her eyes had changed, too, from rich brown to deep crimson. Her body was lovely as always, a modest, but proud chest, slender waist, round hips, and long, shapely legs. But there was something else, too, something subtle about the way she stood, the way she moved, a different sort of confidence, something almost...sultry.
“Heya, Symm!” Lena called from across the room, stretching up on one toe to wave over the crowd, her bright, cheery expression at odds with her black leather jacket, skull-goggles, and rebellious, pink dyed hair. Her chest-piece glowed, and her form flickered and disappeared, the spunky girl reappearing across the room, directly in front of her friend, a trail of blue weaving through the crowd behind her. “I’m glad you made it! I wasn’t sure you were gonna show, you know, ‘cause you don’t like parties much and all that, but you’re here!” She babbled, excitedly, spreading her arms wide and leaning in for a hug, only to abruptly stop, teetering on tiptoe a moment from hugging, remembering how Symmetra didn’t really like to be touched without warning.
Symmetra’s pale grey lips curled into a soft smile. “Hello, Lena.” She replied, cool and calm and collected, a stark contrast to Lena’s bubbly, overflowing energy. She leaned into the hug, giving the british girl a soft squeeze which she eagerly returned, before straightening up again, breaking the hug after only a moment. “I simply couldn’t miss one of your famous Halloween parties.” She replied.
Tracer grinned, stepping back to let her eyes roam up and down Symmetra’s body. Her costume looked much like her usual outfit, with a few key differences. For one, her usually-soft-brown skin had turned a pale grey from head to toe, and her usual blue and white outfit was black and red instead, her thigh-high stockings decorated with angular bats. Her eyes had changed, too, from rich brown to deep crimson. Her body was lovely as always, a modest, but proud chest, slender waist, round hips, and long, shapely legs. But there was something else, too, something subtle about the way she stood, the way she moved, a different sort of confidence, something almost...sultry.
Friday, November 18, 2016
Progress Report: Anyone out there?
So, uh, real quick, I just wanna ask, is anyone actually reading this blog? Like, reading my stuff here, instead of reading it on Hentai Foundry or Literotica or Patreon? I'm not seeing a whole lot of traffic, and I honestly don't know how much of said traffic is just bots and random people passing through. Plus, I've kinda been using twitter to post about story progress and real life developments, so that reason for having the blog's kinda become obsolete. If nobody's reading, I'm probably just gonna stop updating it, or delete it, just to give myself one less place I have to post to and keep up-to-date.
So... Anyone out there? Anyone? ....Bueller?
EDIT 12/1:
Well, it certainly seems clear enough by the response that this is not, in fact, dead. Also, that I should probably try to update some stuff to connect to my various other profiles. I'll keep updating everything here, so don't y'all worry.
So... Anyone out there? Anyone? ....Bueller?
EDIT 12/1:
Well, it certainly seems clear enough by the response that this is not, in fact, dead. Also, that I should probably try to update some stuff to connect to my various other profiles. I'll keep updating everything here, so don't y'all worry.
Tuesday, November 1, 2016
Project Stud: Ch. 2
[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, finally! This chapter's been in the works for AGES, it feels like. It was planned out more than a year ago, and I started actually working on it like three months ago. Unfortunately, the project got heavily delayed due to some real-life interference (if you want to know the details, [redacted] you can just message me however you want, if you're curious), but thankfully, the commissioner (Iceman 77) is eternally patient. I actually had a whole lot of fun writing this one! When I actually got the chance to write it flowed beautifully, no stops, no stalls, no agonizing over decisions...
As always, [redacted] Anyways, I really hope you enjoy, I certainly did![/pre-story]
Chapter 2: The Confession
Jessica narrowed her eyes as she leaned forward, hands planted on the table, staring intensely down at the scroll before her, carefully inspecting each and every line of ink. Andrew hovered nearby, the hulking minotaur standing back and to the side, his hands folded behind his back as he chewed his lower lip anxiously. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, the usually-quiet workshop dead silent. Even ever-diligent Alexandra found her attention drawn away from the crystal she was infusing to await the verdict with baited breath.
Finally, the silence broke when Jessica let out a sigh, straightening up once again and turning on on her heel to face Andrew, brow furrowed. “Your air runes are still too rigid. You have to let the brush flow, you can’t write every element like you do earth…” She chided, then paused, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. “But... you’re getting much better. I know it’s hard to work against your affinity, and you’ve made a lot of progress.” She added, reassuringly, before turning back to the scroll and giving it one final look. “This will work, though it won’t last as long…” She muttered, suddenly grabbing the scroll and giving it back to Andrew. “Go set up the scribes, and then you’re dismissed for the evening.” She ordered.
As always, [redacted] Anyways, I really hope you enjoy, I certainly did![/pre-story]
Chapter 2: The Confession
Jessica narrowed her eyes as she leaned forward, hands planted on the table, staring intensely down at the scroll before her, carefully inspecting each and every line of ink. Andrew hovered nearby, the hulking minotaur standing back and to the side, his hands folded behind his back as he chewed his lower lip anxiously. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, the usually-quiet workshop dead silent. Even ever-diligent Alexandra found her attention drawn away from the crystal she was infusing to await the verdict with baited breath.
Finally, the silence broke when Jessica let out a sigh, straightening up once again and turning on on her heel to face Andrew, brow furrowed. “Your air runes are still too rigid. You have to let the brush flow, you can’t write every element like you do earth…” She chided, then paused, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. “But... you’re getting much better. I know it’s hard to work against your affinity, and you’ve made a lot of progress.” She added, reassuringly, before turning back to the scroll and giving it one final look. “This will work, though it won’t last as long…” She muttered, suddenly grabbing the scroll and giving it back to Andrew. “Go set up the scribes, and then you’re dismissed for the evening.” She ordered.
Musing: Like Rabbits (p.1)
[pre-story] [redacted][/pre-story]
Part 1
“Fuck… Stairs…” Adam gasped for breath as he hauled himself up yet another tall stone step, the thin mountain air hardly helping.
“I’m not… gonna let… some stupid stairs…keep me from… the greatest… archaeological find… since the rosetta stone!” Eva insisted, gritting her teeth and redoubling her efforts, pulling ahead of Adam as the pair ascended the seemingly endless stairs of the massive tiered pyramid.
Adam groaned in complaint as he hastened to match his wife’s pace. Eva was always like that, energetic, restless, always moving, never settling… It had taken him three globe-trotting expeditions to convince her that he wasn’t going to slow her down if they got married. But that’s part of what he loved about her. She was driven, passionate, always hungry for the next achievement, always pushing herself, and him, to do more. Sure, it would be nice to settle down and start a family, but he knew she couldn’t be happy stuck in one place.
Part 1
“Fuck… Stairs…” Adam gasped for breath as he hauled himself up yet another tall stone step, the thin mountain air hardly helping.
“I’m not… gonna let… some stupid stairs…keep me from… the greatest… archaeological find… since the rosetta stone!” Eva insisted, gritting her teeth and redoubling her efforts, pulling ahead of Adam as the pair ascended the seemingly endless stairs of the massive tiered pyramid.
Adam groaned in complaint as he hastened to match his wife’s pace. Eva was always like that, energetic, restless, always moving, never settling… It had taken him three globe-trotting expeditions to convince her that he wasn’t going to slow her down if they got married. But that’s part of what he loved about her. She was driven, passionate, always hungry for the next achievement, always pushing herself, and him, to do more. Sure, it would be nice to settle down and start a family, but he knew she couldn’t be happy stuck in one place.
Monday, October 17, 2016
Project Stud: Ch. 2 [Preview]
[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with a new chapter in the Project Stud story, commissioned by the eternally patient Iceman77. I'm not sure what it was about this story, but it just flowed so beautifully from a writing perspective. Like, I never got stuck on a line, never agonized over a decision, I wrote average or above-average word counts each day I got to actually sit down and write... It was really, really satisfying to see it just pour forth from my keyboard like that. Anyways, you got a nice big ol' chapter to read, so enjoy!
[redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 2: The Confession
Jessica narrowed her eyes as she leaned forward, hands planted on the table, staring intensely down at the scroll before her, carefully inspecting each and every line of ink. Andrew hovered nearby, the hulking minotaur standing back and to the side, his hands folded behind his back as he chewed his lower lip anxiously. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, the usually-quiet workshop dead silent. Even ever-diligent Alexandra found her attention drawn away from the crystal she was infusing to await the verdict with baited breath.
Finally, the silence broke when Jessica let out a sigh, straightening up once again and turning on on her heel to face Andrew, brow furrowed. “Your air runes are still too rigid. You have to let the brush flow, you can’t write every element like you do earth…” She chided, then paused, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. “But... you’re getting much better. I know it’s hard to work against your affinity, and you’ve made a lot of progress.” She added, reassuringly, before turning back to the scroll and giving it one final look. “This will work, though it won’t last as long…” She muttered, suddenly grabbing the scroll and giving it back to Andrew. “Go set up the scribes, and then you’re dismissed for the evening.” She ordered.
Andrew’s face split into a grin as he visibly relaxed, wordlessly taking the scroll and spinning on a hoof, heading over to the scribing tables lined up against the wall. Jessica watched from afar as he laid carefully laid out the scroll on the first one, then blank scrolls on all the others. The corner of her mouth curled into a satisfied smirk. He really was making good progress, particularly since they’d come to their little ‘arrangement’, which she was also pleased to note, didn’t seem to diminish her authority in his eyes. Her gaze lingered on him, slowly drifting down until she realized she was ogling his tight butt through his trousers and abruptly spun back around, tearing her gaze away. Her eyes fell upon Alex, the ashen-skinned dark elf’s own gaze swiftly pulling away from Andrew as well, only to meet her teacher’s. Her eyes widened in a moment of panic, and she swiftly spun around in her seat, suddenly completely focused on her infusion. Jessica smirked once more, striding across the workshop to stand just behind her elven pupil.
“See something more interesting than your assignment? Jessica asked, a teasing lilt to her voice, leaning over the girl’s shoulder.
Alex stiffened, then slumped a bit in her seat as she realized she was well and truly caught. “I’m sorry, Miss Springs, I got distracted…” She tried to explain.
Jessica straightened up, shaking her head and holding up a hand to cut her off. “You’re not in trouble, Alexandra. You’re free to work at your own pace, as long as your assignment gets done.” She explained, pausing for a moment, a look of concern flickering across her face. “...But if there’s something distracting you, it would be wise to address it.”
“I’m all finished with the quills, Miss Springs!” Andrew called from across the workshop, drawing a glance from both girls as he headed for the door. Behind him, the scribing tables were already busy, six floating brushes moving in unison, tracing the lines of his completed scroll onto blank sheets. “I’m heading out!” He added, giving a small wave as he ducked his horns through the doorframe, disappearing out the door with surprising speed, considering his bulk.
Alex stared at the empty doorframe for a moment, her hand slowly sinking back down after waving goodbye. She glanced up at Jessica, then sighed, looking down again. “...Can I ask you something?”
Jessica arched an eyebrow, curious. “Of course.”
Alex looked up again, meeting her teacher’s eyes. “What did you do to Drew?”
[redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 2: The Confession
Jessica narrowed her eyes as she leaned forward, hands planted on the table, staring intensely down at the scroll before her, carefully inspecting each and every line of ink. Andrew hovered nearby, the hulking minotaur standing back and to the side, his hands folded behind his back as he chewed his lower lip anxiously. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, the usually-quiet workshop dead silent. Even ever-diligent Alexandra found her attention drawn away from the crystal she was infusing to await the verdict with baited breath.
Finally, the silence broke when Jessica let out a sigh, straightening up once again and turning on on her heel to face Andrew, brow furrowed. “Your air runes are still too rigid. You have to let the brush flow, you can’t write every element like you do earth…” She chided, then paused, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. “But... you’re getting much better. I know it’s hard to work against your affinity, and you’ve made a lot of progress.” She added, reassuringly, before turning back to the scroll and giving it one final look. “This will work, though it won’t last as long…” She muttered, suddenly grabbing the scroll and giving it back to Andrew. “Go set up the scribes, and then you’re dismissed for the evening.” She ordered.
Andrew’s face split into a grin as he visibly relaxed, wordlessly taking the scroll and spinning on a hoof, heading over to the scribing tables lined up against the wall. Jessica watched from afar as he laid carefully laid out the scroll on the first one, then blank scrolls on all the others. The corner of her mouth curled into a satisfied smirk. He really was making good progress, particularly since they’d come to their little ‘arrangement’, which she was also pleased to note, didn’t seem to diminish her authority in his eyes. Her gaze lingered on him, slowly drifting down until she realized she was ogling his tight butt through his trousers and abruptly spun back around, tearing her gaze away. Her eyes fell upon Alex, the ashen-skinned dark elf’s own gaze swiftly pulling away from Andrew as well, only to meet her teacher’s. Her eyes widened in a moment of panic, and she swiftly spun around in her seat, suddenly completely focused on her infusion. Jessica smirked once more, striding across the workshop to stand just behind her elven pupil.
“See something more interesting than your assignment? Jessica asked, a teasing lilt to her voice, leaning over the girl’s shoulder.
Alex stiffened, then slumped a bit in her seat as she realized she was well and truly caught. “I’m sorry, Miss Springs, I got distracted…” She tried to explain.
Jessica straightened up, shaking her head and holding up a hand to cut her off. “You’re not in trouble, Alexandra. You’re free to work at your own pace, as long as your assignment gets done.” She explained, pausing for a moment, a look of concern flickering across her face. “...But if there’s something distracting you, it would be wise to address it.”
“I’m all finished with the quills, Miss Springs!” Andrew called from across the workshop, drawing a glance from both girls as he headed for the door. Behind him, the scribing tables were already busy, six floating brushes moving in unison, tracing the lines of his completed scroll onto blank sheets. “I’m heading out!” He added, giving a small wave as he ducked his horns through the doorframe, disappearing out the door with surprising speed, considering his bulk.
Alex stared at the empty doorframe for a moment, her hand slowly sinking back down after waving goodbye. She glanced up at Jessica, then sighed, looking down again. “...Can I ask you something?”
Jessica arched an eyebrow, curious. “Of course.”
Alex looked up again, meeting her teacher’s eyes. “What did you do to Drew?”
Monday, October 3, 2016
Musing: Tatsu's Present
[pre-story]A belated birthday present for Ryu112. As always, remember, if you like what you see [redacted][/pre-story]
Tatsu's Present
“~MUUUHHH!”
The draenei’s sweet voice was ragged and heavily muffled, her fangs sinking into the cherry red ball gag firmly wedged between her jaws as she cried out with yet another mind-shattering climax. Her soft lavender skin was glistening with a sheen of sweat, the color a stark contrast to the glossy red ribbons artfully wound over her nubile body, binding her arms behind her back as she writhed with ecstasy. Deep purple nipples, hard as diamonds, capped a pair of full, shapely breasts, the stiff peaks tracing crazy patterns in the air as her mounds bounced and jiggled each time her lover thrust into her once more. Her long, silky, snowy white hair, once neatly styled and coiffed, loosely tied back with a delicate bow, was now a mess, loose strands clinging to her cheeks, the pristine bow crumpled in the iron grip of her lover, used as crude reigns to hold her head and chest up off the cold, hard ground as he ravaged her from behind. Each savage thrust of his hips made her entire body jolt, forcing a new muffled cry from her throat as her flat stomach warped around the impossibly massive intruder.
Tatsu's Present
“~MUUUHHH!”
The draenei’s sweet voice was ragged and heavily muffled, her fangs sinking into the cherry red ball gag firmly wedged between her jaws as she cried out with yet another mind-shattering climax. Her soft lavender skin was glistening with a sheen of sweat, the color a stark contrast to the glossy red ribbons artfully wound over her nubile body, binding her arms behind her back as she writhed with ecstasy. Deep purple nipples, hard as diamonds, capped a pair of full, shapely breasts, the stiff peaks tracing crazy patterns in the air as her mounds bounced and jiggled each time her lover thrust into her once more. Her long, silky, snowy white hair, once neatly styled and coiffed, loosely tied back with a delicate bow, was now a mess, loose strands clinging to her cheeks, the pristine bow crumpled in the iron grip of her lover, used as crude reigns to hold her head and chest up off the cold, hard ground as he ravaged her from behind. Each savage thrust of his hips made her entire body jolt, forcing a new muffled cry from her throat as her flat stomach warped around the impossibly massive intruder.
Musing: Halloween at the Johnson's- Part 2
Halloween at the Johnsons’, Part 2
Before her father could muster a response, Sam flourished with her Indigo cloak, stepping to the side just as another figure emerged from the darkness into the pool of light on the front porch. Aiko’s identity was immediately obvious, and not just because her black domino mask did almost nothing to hide her face. Her hair was, admittedly, hidden beneath a wig of short black hair spiked up and back, but there was no mistaking the short girl on his doorstep for anyone else.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
Musing: Dibella's Gift
[pre-story]Another short patreon musing, this one suggested by Iceman77! I had fun writing this one! I couldn't decide on the dragonborn at first, but then I had an idea for something new, something to mix things up a bit, and then it all came together. This is my first futa story! I admit, it's a little more difficult to write a futa than I expected, and it probably doesn't help that there were a lot of ladies involved here so pronouns got all mixed up sometimes, but it was interesting. Maybe I'll continue this later on, who knows. Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
“This way.” A priestess in brown robes and a yellow-gold hood and mantle spoke, gesturing the dragonborn to follow her deeper into the temple. The proud imperial woman followed, walking with a confidence forged in dragonfire, passing between a pair of golden statues of the goddess Dibella, her beauty so radiant that even those icons of beauty and womanhood seemed pale by comparison. She was like a dream come to life. Men and women alike lusted over her, over her breasts, perfectly-formed and shapely mounds the size of ripe melons, over her hourglass curves, over her thick, jiggling backside and long, shapely legs. Others envied her for her smooth, pale, flawless skin, her full, plush, pink lips, her regal features, her commanding presence, her subtle strength. She was dressed lightly, wearing only a knee-length green dress with a slit running up one thigh and a leather corset around her narrow waist, the plunging neckline exposing a deep valley of flawless, creamy cleavage. But despite her beauty, there was a coldness to her, she seemed somehow untouchable, unapproachable, and no matter what brave soul made an advance on her, she always turned them down cold. Her soft leather boots padded across the stone floor, only to suddenly come to a stop as her guide halted in front of a pair of dwemer-made double doors. “In here.” She said, pushing them open.
“This way.” A priestess in brown robes and a yellow-gold hood and mantle spoke, gesturing the dragonborn to follow her deeper into the temple. The proud imperial woman followed, walking with a confidence forged in dragonfire, passing between a pair of golden statues of the goddess Dibella, her beauty so radiant that even those icons of beauty and womanhood seemed pale by comparison. She was like a dream come to life. Men and women alike lusted over her, over her breasts, perfectly-formed and shapely mounds the size of ripe melons, over her hourglass curves, over her thick, jiggling backside and long, shapely legs. Others envied her for her smooth, pale, flawless skin, her full, plush, pink lips, her regal features, her commanding presence, her subtle strength. She was dressed lightly, wearing only a knee-length green dress with a slit running up one thigh and a leather corset around her narrow waist, the plunging neckline exposing a deep valley of flawless, creamy cleavage. But despite her beauty, there was a coldness to her, she seemed somehow untouchable, unapproachable, and no matter what brave soul made an advance on her, she always turned them down cold. Her soft leather boots padded across the stone floor, only to suddenly come to a stop as her guide halted in front of a pair of dwemer-made double doors. “In here.” She said, pushing them open.
Musing: Halloween at the Johnson's- Part 1
[pre-story]Just a little peek at what Mr. Johnson and the girls get up to on halloween. [redacted][/pre-story]
“uUUURRN~!”
A deep, angry groan echoed from inside the house. Heavy, ponderous footfalls sounded, drawing closer and closer with every thud. The door suddenly flew open, a massive figure looming in the threshold, a flash of light illuminating its pallid, scarred features, the deep rumble of thunder following swiftly after. It stared down at the children before it from beneath a heavy brow marred by an oozing horizontal gash, held together by dozens of heavy-duty staples. An inhuman rage flashed in in its sunken, staring eyes. The filthy suit hanging off its hulking frame was in tatters, the sleeves shredded to ragged strips around the monster’s powerful limbs. The creature moved stiffly, awkwardly, sections of its immense frame seemingly held together by nothing more than bands of crude stitching. The heavy iron bolt driven through its thick neck shifted as it moved suddenly, lurching forward and reaching towards the young ones before it. “UHRRRRRHHH!” It bellowed furiously.
“Trick or treat!” the trio of children chorused with practiced, saccharine tones. They dug their hands into the bowl the monster clutched, pulling away a moment later clutching greedy, overflowing handfuls of candy, so large they could barely hold together long enough make it into the pillowcases the children carried. Their prizes secure, the children turned and ran off across the lawn toward their next target, dodging the tombstones sticking out of the grass. As they stepped out of the area of the porch light, one childish voice remarked casually, just loud enough for his words to carry to the door. “Who’s supposed to be afraid of Frankenstein, anyways? Babies?”
“uUUURRN~!”
A deep, angry groan echoed from inside the house. Heavy, ponderous footfalls sounded, drawing closer and closer with every thud. The door suddenly flew open, a massive figure looming in the threshold, a flash of light illuminating its pallid, scarred features, the deep rumble of thunder following swiftly after. It stared down at the children before it from beneath a heavy brow marred by an oozing horizontal gash, held together by dozens of heavy-duty staples. An inhuman rage flashed in in its sunken, staring eyes. The filthy suit hanging off its hulking frame was in tatters, the sleeves shredded to ragged strips around the monster’s powerful limbs. The creature moved stiffly, awkwardly, sections of its immense frame seemingly held together by nothing more than bands of crude stitching. The heavy iron bolt driven through its thick neck shifted as it moved suddenly, lurching forward and reaching towards the young ones before it. “UHRRRRRHHH!” It bellowed furiously.
“Trick or treat!” the trio of children chorused with practiced, saccharine tones. They dug their hands into the bowl the monster clutched, pulling away a moment later clutching greedy, overflowing handfuls of candy, so large they could barely hold together long enough make it into the pillowcases the children carried. Their prizes secure, the children turned and ran off across the lawn toward their next target, dodging the tombstones sticking out of the grass. As they stepped out of the area of the porch light, one childish voice remarked casually, just loud enough for his words to carry to the door. “Who’s supposed to be afraid of Frankenstein, anyways? Babies?”
A Satyr's Sacred Seed- Ch. 1
[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with a brand-new commission from Galbuscho, featuring a couple of characters you may be familiar with, Varossion the satyr and Alika the enirii! I’m not gonna lie, this one gave me a lot of trouble, but once I stopped trying to force it to match up with my initial plans, I had a lot of fun with it. This is part one, so there should be more of this sooner or later, provided the commissioner sticks around. This is kind of a successor to the story The First Kiss of the Life Seed, so if you want to see a little more of Alika, go check it out!
As always, if you like what you see [redacted]
Content Warnings: Impossible anatomy (huge cock, excessive cum), ball worship, cum-play[/pre-story]
Chapter 1: Seeking a Sweeter Satyr
The cool morning air of the glade was was still, silent but for the songs of birds and the buzz of insects, the soft, emerald grass glistening with a fresh coat of morning dew in the golden shafts of sunlight filtering down through the canopy above. This was a sacred place, where the Shrouded Woods thinned, the towering trees and dense underbrush kept at bay by the will of the Green God, leaving a pristine glade where the Enirii could perform their most sacred rites. All around the edges of the space, like silent wardens watching over the glade, stood a ring of ancient stone statues, all different sizes, some depicting curvaceous, womanly figures, fertile bellies swollen with the gift of life, others depicted strong, masculine figures with goatlike legs and crowns of antlers, wielding unyielding erections, while still others were simpler, towering monoliths of virility, carved stone phalluses that would never soften. Flowering vines wound over the stone surfaces, embracing the fertile female and virile male icons, and climbing up the masculine pillars like bulging veins. Atop each icon, there sat a wreath of fresh flowers, tokens of faith from the Greenleaf tribe that frequented the glade.
The undergrowth at the edge of the glade rustled, a curtain of leaves parting as a youthful, womanly figure tentatively emerged into the open space. She was nude but for her beaded jewelry, every inch of her soft, curvaceous form on full display, much of her flawless honey-tan skin tattooed a warm, earthy red, tribal patterns in the ink depicting leaves, flowers, sprouting seeds, suns, moons, and flames. A river of chestnut-brown hair flowed behind her, cascading down her shoulders and back, almost to her generous backside. The curtain of hair was held back out of her face by the ceremonial crown of leaves she wore, a woven circlet held together by a tiny statuette of feminine fertility, much like the ones ringing the the glade. She had no need for modesty, her body was a vision of perfection from head to toe. Her legs were strong and shapely, widening from small, delicate feet to thick, creamy thighs. Her hips were wide, generous by almost any measure, supporting the swaying, jiggling twin globes of a simply mouth-watering ass, and bearing a dense bush of soft chestnut-brown hair just above her womanhood, a thicket never trimmed or shaved, but naturally well-contained, leaving the lips of her womanhood soft and smooth. Her figure tapered sharply at the waist, only to widen out once more at the chest, giving her a clear hourglass shape. But above all else, her breasts were her most spectacular feature, mounds easily the size of ripe grapefruit and yet still flawless, standing proudly on her chest, the pillow-soft peaks capped with long, thick, dusky pink nipples that practically begged to be sucked. Young she may be, but there was no mistake, everything about her screamed that she was a woman, ripe and ready for breeding.
As always, if you like what you see [redacted]
Content Warnings: Impossible anatomy (huge cock, excessive cum), ball worship, cum-play[/pre-story]
Chapter 1: Seeking a Sweeter Satyr
The cool morning air of the glade was was still, silent but for the songs of birds and the buzz of insects, the soft, emerald grass glistening with a fresh coat of morning dew in the golden shafts of sunlight filtering down through the canopy above. This was a sacred place, where the Shrouded Woods thinned, the towering trees and dense underbrush kept at bay by the will of the Green God, leaving a pristine glade where the Enirii could perform their most sacred rites. All around the edges of the space, like silent wardens watching over the glade, stood a ring of ancient stone statues, all different sizes, some depicting curvaceous, womanly figures, fertile bellies swollen with the gift of life, others depicted strong, masculine figures with goatlike legs and crowns of antlers, wielding unyielding erections, while still others were simpler, towering monoliths of virility, carved stone phalluses that would never soften. Flowering vines wound over the stone surfaces, embracing the fertile female and virile male icons, and climbing up the masculine pillars like bulging veins. Atop each icon, there sat a wreath of fresh flowers, tokens of faith from the Greenleaf tribe that frequented the glade.
The undergrowth at the edge of the glade rustled, a curtain of leaves parting as a youthful, womanly figure tentatively emerged into the open space. She was nude but for her beaded jewelry, every inch of her soft, curvaceous form on full display, much of her flawless honey-tan skin tattooed a warm, earthy red, tribal patterns in the ink depicting leaves, flowers, sprouting seeds, suns, moons, and flames. A river of chestnut-brown hair flowed behind her, cascading down her shoulders and back, almost to her generous backside. The curtain of hair was held back out of her face by the ceremonial crown of leaves she wore, a woven circlet held together by a tiny statuette of feminine fertility, much like the ones ringing the the glade. She had no need for modesty, her body was a vision of perfection from head to toe. Her legs were strong and shapely, widening from small, delicate feet to thick, creamy thighs. Her hips were wide, generous by almost any measure, supporting the swaying, jiggling twin globes of a simply mouth-watering ass, and bearing a dense bush of soft chestnut-brown hair just above her womanhood, a thicket never trimmed or shaved, but naturally well-contained, leaving the lips of her womanhood soft and smooth. Her figure tapered sharply at the waist, only to widen out once more at the chest, giving her a clear hourglass shape. But above all else, her breasts were her most spectacular feature, mounds easily the size of ripe grapefruit and yet still flawless, standing proudly on her chest, the pillow-soft peaks capped with long, thick, dusky pink nipples that practically begged to be sucked. Young she may be, but there was no mistake, everything about her screamed that she was a woman, ripe and ready for breeding.
Monday, August 1, 2016
Musing: Overcome
[Pre-story]Musing #2 for July! Continuing from Overwhelmed, this one features those lovely ladies Mei and Zarya finally getting hot and heavy, but also a little bit intimate. The story's turning out longer than I thought it would, but that's not unusual. You can definitely expect to see some more of this as the months go on. [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
Chapter 2: Overcome
Mei raised a fist, hesitated, swallowed, and finally brought it forward, knocking sharply on the stately wooden door of the room. The silence was deafening as she stood in the empty hallway, fidgeting nervously with the fluffy terrycloth belt that held her robe closed, toes wiggling in her hotel flip-flops. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe she shouldn’t have come. Maybe Zarya was just joking. Or worse, she was playing some kind of cruel trick, luring her out here so everyone would laugh at her… No, no, she was just being crazy now, there was no mistaking what that kiss had meant. Still, she felt so… exposed. The hotel robe only went down to mid-thigh, and it wasn’t quite big enough to completely hide her cleavage. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Mei looked up. “I-” She managed to squeak, only for the words to die on her lips as she processed what she was seeing.
Chapter 2: Overcome
Mei raised a fist, hesitated, swallowed, and finally brought it forward, knocking sharply on the stately wooden door of the room. The silence was deafening as she stood in the empty hallway, fidgeting nervously with the fluffy terrycloth belt that held her robe closed, toes wiggling in her hotel flip-flops. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe she shouldn’t have come. Maybe Zarya was just joking. Or worse, she was playing some kind of cruel trick, luring her out here so everyone would laugh at her… No, no, she was just being crazy now, there was no mistaking what that kiss had meant. Still, she felt so… exposed. The hotel robe only went down to mid-thigh, and it wasn’t quite big enough to completely hide her cleavage. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Mei looked up. “I-” She managed to squeak, only for the words to die on her lips as she processed what she was seeing.
Musing: Fireworks
[pre-story]A quick 4th-of-July-related musing, featuring an incestuous daddy/daughter public sneak-fuck. Wanted to do something topical, you know? It's actually an old idea, I have a file somewhere full of a year's worth of holiday-themed sexy story prompts. I wanted to make a full-on series out of it, but I think the full version's probably never going to happen, so I might just end up using them for musings throughout the year. [redacted] Anyways, enjoy, ya perverts! :P [/pre-story]
Fireworks
“Here it comes!” Cynthia’s mother exclaimed as a distant pop sounded from across the dark waters of the lake in front of them, sending a brilliant streak of sparks shooting into the sky. She was more right than she knew. Cynthia let out a soft ‘ooh’, full, pink-painted lips forming into an O as she shifted her hips, feeling Daddy’s big, fat, throbbing knob pushing against her virgin slit, her tender pink lips parting around it. Daddy’s grip on her hips suddenly tightened, and there was a burst of light and a dull impact she could feel in her chest. Brilliant sparks danced across the sky much the same as they danced behind her eyes as that thick shaft plunged into her tight teenage pussy. The tiny little ebony teen managed a strangled ‘aah’, squirming around the cock that made her as she struggled to adjust to its size. It was all so surreal, seeing her oblivious mother and siblings just a few feet away as she took her father’s cock inside her, the intense pleasure and pain shooting through her core a consistent reminder of the reality of the situation. How had it come to this?
The night had started off so well. She knew Kevin would be at the show, unfortunately with Becky, so she’d dressed to impress. She looked younger than she was, barely more than five feet tall, with silver braces on her teeth, a petite build, slender hips, and a tragically flat chest, cursed with barely-there AA cups while that bitch Becky was busting out of a D-cup. She might be at a disadvantage, but she wasn’t going to give up on Kevin without a fight. She’d worn her jean micro-skirt and strappy sandals, to show off her long, shapely mahogany-brown legs and colorful toenails; then added a sunflower-gold halter top that hugged her lithe torso, the thin material riding just high enough to bare her navel and just sheer enough to make it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Unfortunately, the nights were still cool, even in the heat of summer, and the breeze off the lake was chill enough to give her goosebumps and make her dark nipples harden obviously, straining against the thin fabric. She couldn’t let him see her like that, so she’d been forced to stay with her family. Noticing her cold, Daddy had offered to let her sit on his lap and share his lap-blanket. After a minute of awkward shifting, she’d had to pull up her skirt around her waist to stop the rivets in her skirt from poking the both of them. It didn’t take long for Daddy to react, and she’d felt something big and hard move against her tight, perfect ass, growing inside his shorts. She didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t call him on it, she couldn’t get up, she couldn’t do anything but feel it strain against her and his pants.
She remembered feeling guilty after a minute or two, realizing how uncomfortable it must be to have it straining against the fabric like that. She remembered unzipping his pants and pulling them down just a little, feeling it spring up between her thighs, hot and hard, and realizing it was too big, that it was tenting out the blanket. She remembered grabbing it in a panic and pulling it against her stomach to hide its shape, feeling it’s length grind against her panty-covered virgin pussy in a way that was wrong and delicious and somehow even better because it was so wrong. She remembered slowly starting to move, grinding her hips subtly against her father’s foot-long cock as her hands cradled it against her. She remembered looking over to her mother as she ground her teenage pussy on her father’s steel shaft, the woman oblivious to her husband’s predicament, and she remembered the twisted thrill that ran through her like an electric current. She remembered realizing that it was so wrong, so filthy and perverse, so dangerous and stupid… And she remembered needing more.
Now she was sitting on Daddy’s lap, his strong hands holding her down with an iron grip on her hips, feeling his huge, hot member throbbing inside her tight little recently-virgin pussy. Her inner walls twitched and spasmed around his thickness as she struggled to adjust to the invader, biting her lip to stifle the soft sounds of pain and pleasure as she began to roll her hips lewdly against him. The steely shaft levered inside her with every tiny motion, and she gasped softly, just in time for another burst of fiery colors to go off, high overhead. She leaned back, flattening herself against her father’s broad, muscular torso, her dark nipples achingly hard against her yellow top, and twisted her head around, craning her neck up to put her lips at his ear. “Fuck me, Daddy…” She breathed, hotly, her barely-whispering voice trembling softly. “Fuck your little girl. Your little slut.”
Daddy’s grip on her hips tightened. Flashes of red and white light up the scene around them, her mother, brother, and sister, all just feet away, completely oblivious as Daddy began to lift her by the hips. He raised her up, pulling her off his thick, throbbing member inch by inch, the flared tip tugging at her walls, shooting off hot sparks of sensation. He kept going, lifting her higher and higher, and with every inch the pleasure grew stronger as her fear of being discovered grew, until she was biting her lip hard to stifle the sounds of pleasure. Then, Daddy’s hands suddenly pulled her hips down again, his own hunching up to meet hers as he plunged every last inch back inside her. A massive, brilliant burst of light went off in her mind, mirrored by a brilliant blue flash overhead, just in time to disguise her moan of lust as a coo of awe.
Cynthia was breathing hotly, clinging white-knuckled to the arms of the lawn chair, her back against Daddy’s chest as she writhed with undeniable pleasure. It was so good. So wrong. Why was it so good? A pop from across the water sent a trail of spark shooting into the sky, and Daddy’s strong hands lifted her hips once again. She had to bite her lip to stifle a whimper of pleasure, her teeth sinking into the soft, plump flesh of her pink-painted lower lip. His flared crown tugged at her every ripple and fold, nerves lighting up with dancing sparks of sensation as it passed. It was incredible, and yet, it was just the prelude to something much more impressive. Suddenly, he pulled her down, his hips shooting up to meet hers, driving his red-hot rocket into her to the hilt, setting off an explosion that rocked her lithe teenage body, every bit as spectacular as the burst of colored sparks that went off high above the water.
Daddy was a beast, fucking his little girl from below wildly as he jerked her hips up and down on his length, never settling into a rhythm, always keeping her guessing as to when the next thrust would come. She writhed atop him uncontrollably, whimpering and gasping and moaning softly as she struggled to hold back the sounds of her ecstasy. That long, thick, meaty cock slammed into her again and again, pounding her relentlessly, each thrust an explosion more glorious than the brilliant light show in the sky above them. She knew it was wrong, that she should stop, that is was getting out of hand, that they’d be discovered at this rate. But she couldn’t stop herself from letting her head fall back onto Daddy’s shoulder and whispering hot, breathy words of lewd encouragement into his ear. “Harder, daddy.” “More, daddy” “So big, daddy.” “I’m your slut, daddy. Fuck your little slut.”
“Ugh, fuck…” Daddy’s deep voice muttered between hot, panting breaths. She could feel his cock pulsing, throbbing inside her, bucking with arousal as it pounded into her over and over. He was getting close, and so was she. She needed to pull off him, quick! She knew she was out of birth control, and he wasn’t wearing a condom, either. She couldn’t let him cum inside her unprotected pussy and flood her depths with the same hot, thick, virile seed that made her until his fat balls were completely drained... She moaned out, rolling her hips lewdly against his. The more she thought about how wrong and dangerous it was, the stronger the craving grew, and the weaker her resolve. Her perverse desires aside, she couldn’t let it happen! And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to stop herself from rolling her hips around him desperately, her own release was so close…
Even as she tried to stop it, her head fell back to his shoulder once again, lips just inches from his ear. She shouldn’t say it, she couldn’t say it. But her lips parted anyways. “Cum, daddy. Cum in me.” She pleaded breathily as her rational mind helplessly screamed objections.
“Ooh, it’s the finale!” Her mother cooed, not more than five feet away from father and daughter engaged in the most taboo act they could possibly commit. She gestured across the water as dozens of sparkling trails launched into the sky. Once again, she was more right than she knew. Daddy’s grip tightened almost painfully around Cynthia’s hips, fingers biting into flesh as he suddenly accelerated, jackhammering his incredibly long, thick cock into her quivering pussy. Her eyes went wide, her lips parting wide as rapid-fire explosions of pleasure tore through her body, a throaty moan, the unmistakable sound of pure lust, bubbling up from deep inside her. But all that emerged was a strangled squeak, the air suddenly stolen from her lungs by a massive, overwhelming wave of pure pleasure that ripped through her. Her entire body locked up as a massive orgasm hit her, her every muscle straining tight as she froze in place, only her core still moving as it trembled and spasmed wildly around her daddy’s cock.
As dozens of fireworks burst into a thousand-thousand colorful sparks overhead, and her conscious mind was overwhelmed with blinding pleasure, all she could do was he could feel. Feel her daddy slam her down on his cock to the hilt. Feel that monstrous shaft lurch and throb violently inside her spasming pussy. Feel his body tense up against her back. Feel his shaft pulsing inside her once, twice, then finally fire, shooting off a white-hot streamer of thick, creamy daddy-cum into her, striking her inner walls with impressive force and splattering in all directions. Feel the heat of his molten seed as his cock fired off blast after blast, painting her depths with his potent spunk. Feel him filling her, pumping more and more and more of that boiling-hot spunk into her with each shot, until she could hold no more.
There was one last dull boom, a massive star of golden sparks filling the sky to signal the end of the show as father and daughter panted softly, still joined at the hips, recovering from their illicit tryst. “Wow… That was quite the show!” Cynthia’s mother cooed, smiling softly as she looked over to them. It took them a moment to realize they had to respond, but the two nodded, eagerly agreeing with her. She smiled, pushing herself to her feet and stretching for a moment, before ushering Cythia’s younger siblings to start packing up the blankets and chairs. With the little ones busy, she turned back to her husband and daughter and walked closer. “Maybe next time I’ll try to find a spot with a better view.” She commented, casually, placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder, then suddenly bending down to put her lips to his ear. “Or maybe we can arrange a repeat performance. Something more… intimate.” She purred softly, just loud enough for Cynthia to hear, before swiftly turning away and helping the kids get the stuff in the car, leaving father and daughter sitting there, stunned.
Fireworks
“Here it comes!” Cynthia’s mother exclaimed as a distant pop sounded from across the dark waters of the lake in front of them, sending a brilliant streak of sparks shooting into the sky. She was more right than she knew. Cynthia let out a soft ‘ooh’, full, pink-painted lips forming into an O as she shifted her hips, feeling Daddy’s big, fat, throbbing knob pushing against her virgin slit, her tender pink lips parting around it. Daddy’s grip on her hips suddenly tightened, and there was a burst of light and a dull impact she could feel in her chest. Brilliant sparks danced across the sky much the same as they danced behind her eyes as that thick shaft plunged into her tight teenage pussy. The tiny little ebony teen managed a strangled ‘aah’, squirming around the cock that made her as she struggled to adjust to its size. It was all so surreal, seeing her oblivious mother and siblings just a few feet away as she took her father’s cock inside her, the intense pleasure and pain shooting through her core a consistent reminder of the reality of the situation. How had it come to this?
The night had started off so well. She knew Kevin would be at the show, unfortunately with Becky, so she’d dressed to impress. She looked younger than she was, barely more than five feet tall, with silver braces on her teeth, a petite build, slender hips, and a tragically flat chest, cursed with barely-there AA cups while that bitch Becky was busting out of a D-cup. She might be at a disadvantage, but she wasn’t going to give up on Kevin without a fight. She’d worn her jean micro-skirt and strappy sandals, to show off her long, shapely mahogany-brown legs and colorful toenails; then added a sunflower-gold halter top that hugged her lithe torso, the thin material riding just high enough to bare her navel and just sheer enough to make it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Unfortunately, the nights were still cool, even in the heat of summer, and the breeze off the lake was chill enough to give her goosebumps and make her dark nipples harden obviously, straining against the thin fabric. She couldn’t let him see her like that, so she’d been forced to stay with her family. Noticing her cold, Daddy had offered to let her sit on his lap and share his lap-blanket. After a minute of awkward shifting, she’d had to pull up her skirt around her waist to stop the rivets in her skirt from poking the both of them. It didn’t take long for Daddy to react, and she’d felt something big and hard move against her tight, perfect ass, growing inside his shorts. She didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t call him on it, she couldn’t get up, she couldn’t do anything but feel it strain against her and his pants.
She remembered feeling guilty after a minute or two, realizing how uncomfortable it must be to have it straining against the fabric like that. She remembered unzipping his pants and pulling them down just a little, feeling it spring up between her thighs, hot and hard, and realizing it was too big, that it was tenting out the blanket. She remembered grabbing it in a panic and pulling it against her stomach to hide its shape, feeling it’s length grind against her panty-covered virgin pussy in a way that was wrong and delicious and somehow even better because it was so wrong. She remembered slowly starting to move, grinding her hips subtly against her father’s foot-long cock as her hands cradled it against her. She remembered looking over to her mother as she ground her teenage pussy on her father’s steel shaft, the woman oblivious to her husband’s predicament, and she remembered the twisted thrill that ran through her like an electric current. She remembered realizing that it was so wrong, so filthy and perverse, so dangerous and stupid… And she remembered needing more.
Now she was sitting on Daddy’s lap, his strong hands holding her down with an iron grip on her hips, feeling his huge, hot member throbbing inside her tight little recently-virgin pussy. Her inner walls twitched and spasmed around his thickness as she struggled to adjust to the invader, biting her lip to stifle the soft sounds of pain and pleasure as she began to roll her hips lewdly against him. The steely shaft levered inside her with every tiny motion, and she gasped softly, just in time for another burst of fiery colors to go off, high overhead. She leaned back, flattening herself against her father’s broad, muscular torso, her dark nipples achingly hard against her yellow top, and twisted her head around, craning her neck up to put her lips at his ear. “Fuck me, Daddy…” She breathed, hotly, her barely-whispering voice trembling softly. “Fuck your little girl. Your little slut.”
Daddy’s grip on her hips tightened. Flashes of red and white light up the scene around them, her mother, brother, and sister, all just feet away, completely oblivious as Daddy began to lift her by the hips. He raised her up, pulling her off his thick, throbbing member inch by inch, the flared tip tugging at her walls, shooting off hot sparks of sensation. He kept going, lifting her higher and higher, and with every inch the pleasure grew stronger as her fear of being discovered grew, until she was biting her lip hard to stifle the sounds of pleasure. Then, Daddy’s hands suddenly pulled her hips down again, his own hunching up to meet hers as he plunged every last inch back inside her. A massive, brilliant burst of light went off in her mind, mirrored by a brilliant blue flash overhead, just in time to disguise her moan of lust as a coo of awe.
Cynthia was breathing hotly, clinging white-knuckled to the arms of the lawn chair, her back against Daddy’s chest as she writhed with undeniable pleasure. It was so good. So wrong. Why was it so good? A pop from across the water sent a trail of spark shooting into the sky, and Daddy’s strong hands lifted her hips once again. She had to bite her lip to stifle a whimper of pleasure, her teeth sinking into the soft, plump flesh of her pink-painted lower lip. His flared crown tugged at her every ripple and fold, nerves lighting up with dancing sparks of sensation as it passed. It was incredible, and yet, it was just the prelude to something much more impressive. Suddenly, he pulled her down, his hips shooting up to meet hers, driving his red-hot rocket into her to the hilt, setting off an explosion that rocked her lithe teenage body, every bit as spectacular as the burst of colored sparks that went off high above the water.
Daddy was a beast, fucking his little girl from below wildly as he jerked her hips up and down on his length, never settling into a rhythm, always keeping her guessing as to when the next thrust would come. She writhed atop him uncontrollably, whimpering and gasping and moaning softly as she struggled to hold back the sounds of her ecstasy. That long, thick, meaty cock slammed into her again and again, pounding her relentlessly, each thrust an explosion more glorious than the brilliant light show in the sky above them. She knew it was wrong, that she should stop, that is was getting out of hand, that they’d be discovered at this rate. But she couldn’t stop herself from letting her head fall back onto Daddy’s shoulder and whispering hot, breathy words of lewd encouragement into his ear. “Harder, daddy.” “More, daddy” “So big, daddy.” “I’m your slut, daddy. Fuck your little slut.”
“Ugh, fuck…” Daddy’s deep voice muttered between hot, panting breaths. She could feel his cock pulsing, throbbing inside her, bucking with arousal as it pounded into her over and over. He was getting close, and so was she. She needed to pull off him, quick! She knew she was out of birth control, and he wasn’t wearing a condom, either. She couldn’t let him cum inside her unprotected pussy and flood her depths with the same hot, thick, virile seed that made her until his fat balls were completely drained... She moaned out, rolling her hips lewdly against his. The more she thought about how wrong and dangerous it was, the stronger the craving grew, and the weaker her resolve. Her perverse desires aside, she couldn’t let it happen! And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to stop herself from rolling her hips around him desperately, her own release was so close…
Even as she tried to stop it, her head fell back to his shoulder once again, lips just inches from his ear. She shouldn’t say it, she couldn’t say it. But her lips parted anyways. “Cum, daddy. Cum in me.” She pleaded breathily as her rational mind helplessly screamed objections.
“Ooh, it’s the finale!” Her mother cooed, not more than five feet away from father and daughter engaged in the most taboo act they could possibly commit. She gestured across the water as dozens of sparkling trails launched into the sky. Once again, she was more right than she knew. Daddy’s grip tightened almost painfully around Cynthia’s hips, fingers biting into flesh as he suddenly accelerated, jackhammering his incredibly long, thick cock into her quivering pussy. Her eyes went wide, her lips parting wide as rapid-fire explosions of pleasure tore through her body, a throaty moan, the unmistakable sound of pure lust, bubbling up from deep inside her. But all that emerged was a strangled squeak, the air suddenly stolen from her lungs by a massive, overwhelming wave of pure pleasure that ripped through her. Her entire body locked up as a massive orgasm hit her, her every muscle straining tight as she froze in place, only her core still moving as it trembled and spasmed wildly around her daddy’s cock.
As dozens of fireworks burst into a thousand-thousand colorful sparks overhead, and her conscious mind was overwhelmed with blinding pleasure, all she could do was he could feel. Feel her daddy slam her down on his cock to the hilt. Feel that monstrous shaft lurch and throb violently inside her spasming pussy. Feel his body tense up against her back. Feel his shaft pulsing inside her once, twice, then finally fire, shooting off a white-hot streamer of thick, creamy daddy-cum into her, striking her inner walls with impressive force and splattering in all directions. Feel the heat of his molten seed as his cock fired off blast after blast, painting her depths with his potent spunk. Feel him filling her, pumping more and more and more of that boiling-hot spunk into her with each shot, until she could hold no more.
There was one last dull boom, a massive star of golden sparks filling the sky to signal the end of the show as father and daughter panted softly, still joined at the hips, recovering from their illicit tryst. “Wow… That was quite the show!” Cynthia’s mother cooed, smiling softly as she looked over to them. It took them a moment to realize they had to respond, but the two nodded, eagerly agreeing with her. She smiled, pushing herself to her feet and stretching for a moment, before ushering Cythia’s younger siblings to start packing up the blankets and chairs. With the little ones busy, she turned back to her husband and daughter and walked closer. “Maybe next time I’ll try to find a spot with a better view.” She commented, casually, placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder, then suddenly bending down to put her lips to his ear. “Or maybe we can arrange a repeat performance. Something more… intimate.” She purred softly, just loud enough for Cynthia to hear, before swiftly turning away and helping the kids get the stuff in the car, leaving father and daughter sitting there, stunned.
Musing- DDDD&D
[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with an old bonus chapter freshly released for you to enjoy! I have a bunch of story ideas for a fantasy setting waiting around for me to do something with them, and I was overcome by the urge to make a world for them all to fit into. So, this is kind of an introduction to the concept. I’m probably going to double down on this idea sometime later and flesh this short out into a full-length chapter to build off of with the other stories, but no idea when that'll happen.
[redacted] Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
Content warnings: Unrealistic anatomy (on both genders), magic, fantasy interracial, group sex, butt stuff, furry a little m/m, a little futa, and a sad ending.[/pre-story]
Dicks, DDs, Dungeons, and Dragons
The old woman’s lips quirked in a bemused smirk, the faint wrinkles at the corners of her mouth crinkling. “...My name is Aellia Vaer’Dahn. I was named at the spring equinox, one hundred and ninety nine years ago. This equinox would have been my two hundredth, but, well... ” she sighed, raising one slender, smooth wrist, gesturing to the heavy, runed shackle locked around it, the thick chain clinking as it was dragged over the cold stone of the cell floor.
She certainly didn’t look her age. Her skin was soft, fair, and smooth, with only a handful of faint wrinkles around her lips and eyes. The woman’s silky silver hair was swept back over her long, pointed ears, cascading down her back, onto the simple cot she sat upon, and over the edge, the tips hanging level with her gently-swinging bare feet. And her body… She was petite and slender, just under five feet, with a slender hourglass figure, smooth, graceful curves obvious even through her prison garb. It didn’t do much to conceal her breasts, either, the milky mounds like ripe cantaloupes, tenting out the modest garb to expose more cleavage than the designer had intended. They would have been generous on a human, but on an elf, they drew stares.
[redacted] Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
Content warnings: Unrealistic anatomy (on both genders), magic, fantasy interracial, group sex, butt stuff, furry a little m/m, a little futa, and a sad ending.[/pre-story]
Dicks, DDs, Dungeons, and Dragons
The old woman’s lips quirked in a bemused smirk, the faint wrinkles at the corners of her mouth crinkling. “...My name is Aellia Vaer’Dahn. I was named at the spring equinox, one hundred and ninety nine years ago. This equinox would have been my two hundredth, but, well... ” she sighed, raising one slender, smooth wrist, gesturing to the heavy, runed shackle locked around it, the thick chain clinking as it was dragged over the cold stone of the cell floor.
She certainly didn’t look her age. Her skin was soft, fair, and smooth, with only a handful of faint wrinkles around her lips and eyes. The woman’s silky silver hair was swept back over her long, pointed ears, cascading down her back, onto the simple cot she sat upon, and over the edge, the tips hanging level with her gently-swinging bare feet. And her body… She was petite and slender, just under five feet, with a slender hourglass figure, smooth, graceful curves obvious even through her prison garb. It didn’t do much to conceal her breasts, either, the milky mounds like ripe cantaloupes, tenting out the modest garb to expose more cleavage than the designer had intended. They would have been generous on a human, but on an elf, they drew stares.
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
A Satyr's Sacred Seed: Ch. 1 [preview]
[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with a brand-new commission from Galbuscho, featuring a couple of characters you may be familiar with, Varossion the satyr and Alika the enirii! I’m not gonna lie, this one gave me a lot of trouble, but once I stopped trying to force it to match up with my initial plans, I had a lot of fun with it. This is part one, so there should be more of this sooner or later, provided the commissioner sticks around. This is kind of a successor to the story The First Kiss of the Life Seed, so if you want to see a little more of Alika, go check it out!
[redacted]
Anyways, read on and enjoy!
Content warnings: ball worship, excessive cum, cum-play.[/pre-story]
[redacted]
Anyways, read on and enjoy!
Content warnings: ball worship, excessive cum, cum-play.[/pre-story]
Friday, July 1, 2016
Musing: Mistakes P.2
“I… I couldn’t do that to Connor.” Olivia muttered, shaking her head, her voice barely loud enough to be heard beneath the sound of the rain battering the window. It was coming down in sheets, those few plants visible through the downpour whipped hard to one side by the winds. The storm seemed to have come from nowhere, interrupting the first moment of relaxation she’d had since she’d arrived and trapping her in the house with Alex for shelter from the storm.
Musing: Overwhelmed
[pre-story] Well, I wasn't feeling terribly inspired to finish any of the existing "part ones" so I decided to do something fun and topical, featuring two of my favorite ladies from Overwatch, Mei and Zarya! I'd hoped to make it a quickie, but it came out as yet another 'part one'.
I feel like I may be way too invested in this game for somebody whose computer would melt just trying to download it...[/pre-story]
“Oh, just be a tick, forgot me bag!” Tracer’s cheerful voice echoed off the tiles of the empty Helix Security locker room, followed by the soft whoosh of her darting in, the clang of a locker door as she grabbed the bag, and another whoosh as she darted out again. “Anyone seen Mei?” she asked as the door swung closed behind her. The room was all but silent for a moment, the only sound the faint rushing of water through the pipes. There came a tiny sigh of relief, and out from behind a row of lockers peeked Mei, the small brunette making sure she was alone before stepping out from her hiding spot.
I feel like I may be way too invested in this game for somebody whose computer would melt just trying to download it...[/pre-story]
“Oh, just be a tick, forgot me bag!” Tracer’s cheerful voice echoed off the tiles of the empty Helix Security locker room, followed by the soft whoosh of her darting in, the clang of a locker door as she grabbed the bag, and another whoosh as she darted out again. “Anyone seen Mei?” she asked as the door swung closed behind her. The room was all but silent for a moment, the only sound the faint rushing of water through the pipes. There came a tiny sigh of relief, and out from behind a row of lockers peeked Mei, the small brunette making sure she was alone before stepping out from her hiding spot.
Musing: The Fall
[pre-story]This is a continuation from the musing Pride, so go read that one first!
Just a quick note here, I went back and retroactively changed 'prince' to the more historically accurate and cooler-sounding title 'shahzade', so don't be too confused if you're just getting here. I didn't even realize a sultan's heir was called anything but 'prince'. Apparently, Alladin is not the greatest source for historical/cultural accuracy.[/pre-story]
The Fall
Belili was putty in the grip of the shahzade, her shameful orgasm leaving her too weak to offer more than a token resistance as he seized her ankle and spread her perfectly sculpted legs wide. The powerful male loomed over her, a living statue of toned bronze muscle, crowned with dark, wavy hair and a carefully trimmed goatee, his face handsome, regal, and, at the moment, twisted into a cocky smirk. He spread her legs wide, her smooth honey-toned thighs parting, revealing the flushed, glistening core of her needy womanhood to his hungry gaze for a moment, before it was promptly hidden behind the massive slab of cock be brought down upon it with a smack. He set the base of his iron club at her entrance and, with some effort, laid it out atop her, its length stretching out along her midsection. She could feel the heat of it against her flesh, she could see the flared crown nearly reaching her bellybutton, neatly illustrating just how deep it would go, and she was powerless to stop it from doing just that.
Just a quick note here, I went back and retroactively changed 'prince' to the more historically accurate and cooler-sounding title 'shahzade', so don't be too confused if you're just getting here. I didn't even realize a sultan's heir was called anything but 'prince'. Apparently, Alladin is not the greatest source for historical/cultural accuracy.[/pre-story]
The Fall
Belili was putty in the grip of the shahzade, her shameful orgasm leaving her too weak to offer more than a token resistance as he seized her ankle and spread her perfectly sculpted legs wide. The powerful male loomed over her, a living statue of toned bronze muscle, crowned with dark, wavy hair and a carefully trimmed goatee, his face handsome, regal, and, at the moment, twisted into a cocky smirk. He spread her legs wide, her smooth honey-toned thighs parting, revealing the flushed, glistening core of her needy womanhood to his hungry gaze for a moment, before it was promptly hidden behind the massive slab of cock be brought down upon it with a smack. He set the base of his iron club at her entrance and, with some effort, laid it out atop her, its length stretching out along her midsection. She could feel the heat of it against her flesh, she could see the flared crown nearly reaching her bellybutton, neatly illustrating just how deep it would go, and she was powerless to stop it from doing just that.
Thursday, June 30, 2016
By The Horns: Ch. 3
[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with another chapter of By The Horns! Well, it's finally done! I'd have thought a story like this would pretty much write itself, but seem it's a little harder than I was giving it credit for. I'd say the final product's worth it, though. Anyways, let me know what you think in the comments! Also, sorry this is a day late, I kinda forgot this was supposed to go up yesterday... ^^;
Remember, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 3: A Duo’s Desires
Silvermoon City shone like a jewel in the light of the afternoon sun, the entire city gleaming brilliant gold, pale ivory, and vivid crimson. The Sun’s golden rays filtered down through an impossible skyline, towering ornate spires and levitating buildings casting long shadows on the immaculate streets below. It was a city of mystic marvels, from animated street-sweeping brooms, to giant floating emeralds, to the elegant yet formidable arcane guardians that patrolled alongside its guards. But even its most grandiose features paled in comparison to the glorious sight of Sunfury Spire, the immense ivory-and-gold royal palace towering over the lesser spires like a monarch in its own right. It was a thing of beauty, enormous and opulent, bearing the finest and most spectacular architectural flourishes and crowned with massive, gleaming gold wings. Among all the wondrous and beautiful sights of Azeroth, truly, Silvermoon City was the crowning jewel. An island of beauty, peace, and luxury in a raging sea of war, brutality, and chaos.
“Ugh, this city is the worst. So boring!” Elaana lamented with an exaggerated roll of her brilliantly glowing emerald-green eyes.
Remember, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 3: A Duo’s Desires
Silvermoon City shone like a jewel in the light of the afternoon sun, the entire city gleaming brilliant gold, pale ivory, and vivid crimson. The Sun’s golden rays filtered down through an impossible skyline, towering ornate spires and levitating buildings casting long shadows on the immaculate streets below. It was a city of mystic marvels, from animated street-sweeping brooms, to giant floating emeralds, to the elegant yet formidable arcane guardians that patrolled alongside its guards. But even its most grandiose features paled in comparison to the glorious sight of Sunfury Spire, the immense ivory-and-gold royal palace towering over the lesser spires like a monarch in its own right. It was a thing of beauty, enormous and opulent, bearing the finest and most spectacular architectural flourishes and crowned with massive, gleaming gold wings. Among all the wondrous and beautiful sights of Azeroth, truly, Silvermoon City was the crowning jewel. An island of beauty, peace, and luxury in a raging sea of war, brutality, and chaos.
“Ugh, this city is the worst. So boring!” Elaana lamented with an exaggerated roll of her brilliantly glowing emerald-green eyes.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
By The Horns: Ch. 3 [Preview]
[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with a new chapter preview! It's finally done! You'd think a story like this would write itself, but it seems I didn't give it enough credit. I'd say the final product's worth it, though!
[redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 3: A Duo’s Desires
Silvermoon City shone like a jewel in the light of the afternoon sun, the entire city gleaming brilliant gold, pale ivory, and vivid crimson. The Sun’s golden rays filtered down through an impossible skyline, towering ornate spires and levitating buildings casting long shadows on the immaculate streets below. It was a city of mystic marvels, from animated street-sweeping brooms, to giant floating emeralds, to the elegant yet formidable arcane guardians that patrolled alongside its guards. But even its most grandiose features paled in comparison to the glorious sight of Sunfury Spire, the immense ivory-and-gold royal palace towering over the lesser spires like a monarch in its own right. It was a thing of beauty, enormous and opulent, bearing the finest and most spectacular architectural flourishes and crowned with massive, gleaming gold wings. Among all the wondrous and beautiful sights of Azeroth, truly, Silvermoon City was the crowning jewel. An island of beauty, peace, and luxury in a raging sea of war, brutality, and chaos.
“Ugh, this city is the worst. So boring!” Elaana lamented with an exaggerated roll of her brilliantly glowing emerald-green eyes.
“Ugh, I know, right?” Zalaana agreed.
The Dawnspear twins descended the ramp from Sunfury Spire to the Court of the Sun in unison, a pair of nearly-identical young blood elves, radiantly beautiful in an effortless, almost-too-perfect way. They had the same pale, flawless skin; the same slender, graceful build; the same elegant, refined facial features; the same silky, golden-blonde hair; the same glowing, emerald-green eyes; the same long, pointed ears, decorated with the matching sets of emerald studs along their length. Their makeup matched too, their full lips painted the same shade of vivid, eye-catching crimson, their eyes expertly accented to give their gaze a sultry smolder. They even dressed identically, though that was more the school’s fault for requiring uniforms than it was theirs. They wore glossy black school shoes over white knee-high sock that left the contours of their long, shapely legs bare; red pleated skirts that wrapped tight around their tiny waists and hung off their generous hips and tight, round butts; and white button-up tops, left unbuttoned just enough to flash tantalizing glimpses of their ripe, blossoming breasts, easily the two most impressive sets in the school. The only way to tell the two apart was their hair, Elaana’s trimmed at jaw-length and neatly styled, while Zalaana’s was kept long and pulled back into a ponytail, leaving just enough free to elegantly frame her face.
“Nothing happens here! It’s always the same, home, then school, then the bar, then home again, over and over and over…” Elaana continued to complain as her sister nodded along to the familiar rant. “The same boring classes, the same boring drinks, the same boring boys, the same boring toys…” She listed, letting the words trail off into a heavy sigh as she shook her head and looked to her sister. “I need something new, Z, tonight, or I’m gonna go out of my mind. And then you’re gonna have to take care of your poor insane sister until I die of the crazies.” She lamented, putting her the back of her hand to her forehead in a melodramatic ‘woe-is-me’ gesture.
Zalaana smirked for a moment. “I love you, sis, but I’d have a pillow on your face within a week.” She replied, chuckling softly and shaking her head for a moment. She put on a thoughtful expression. “Hmmm… How about Professor Firehawk?” She suggested.
Elaana shook her head. “He’s boring too. He was fun at first, but now it just doesn’t have the same thrill…” She sighed.
Zalaana frowned. “Yeah, the divorce kinda ruined it…” She muttered, looking thoughtful again for a moment before her face brightened suddenly. “Oh, that shipment from pandaria should be here! We could head home and try some of them out while Mom and Dad are away…” She offered, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
Elaana sighed again, looking into space for a moment before answering. “...I dunno. Fingers, tongues, and toys are nice, but I’m in the mood for something more...male, you know?” She asked, looking back at her sister.
Zalaana nodded, frowning a little. “Yeah, I get it… Well, we could always go to The Sanctum. I bet a Felguard would scratch that itch nicely…” She suggested, grinning.
Elaana smirked slightly, but didn’t look hopeful. “Tempting… but I’d bet they’re booked solid by now.” She digressed, tone sinking with disappointment.
Zalaana narrowed her eyes at her moping sibling. “Well, we’re not gonna find out standing here! Come on!” She chided, grabbing Elaana by the dainty, manicured hand and pulling her along toward the shadowy archway on the far side of the Court of the Sun.
The arched entrance to the covered street loomed like the mouth of a great beast, fittingly, as it led to the city’s shadowy underbelly. Maps and officials still called it Augur’s Row, but the residents knew the dimly-lit and poorly-maintained street by a much more fitting name; Murder Row. Faint blue streetlights lit a boulevard where the city’s fel addicts, drunkards, criminals, and whores all gathered together where they could be conveniently ignored by those in charge. Brooms rarely came through, leaving shards of glass to pile up in the gutters, and guards pretended it didn’t exist. Children were warned to avoid it, but it was rarely spoken of. Ultimately, nearly everyone found themselves walking Murder Row at some point, looking for something unsavory. And if you saw a familiar face while you were there, you just looked the other way, because admitting the meeting meant admitting you were there, too.
The Sanctum was right near the entrance to the row, easily recognizable by the tall, narrow archways shrouded in billowing, transparent midnight blue curtains. An imperious-looking warlock in crimson robes stood by the entrance, his stoic demeanor a sharp contrast to the violet-skinned succubus prancing around in front of him, striking provocative poses for passing men. As the twins approached, the warlock caught sight of them, a look of recognition crossing his face, and grinned. “Welcome back, ladies…” He greeted, sweeping the sheer curtain aside with one arm and gesturing them inside with a small flourish.
Suddenly, the streetlight beside the building was suddenly eclipsed by a looming silhouette. “A-hem.” The figure cleared its throat in a deep, baritone voice, and all three elves looked in its direction at once. Their eyes fell upon an eight-foot square-shouldered wall of gleaming silver and gold armor, crowned with a pair of long, wickedly pointed horns. The figure stepped closer, away from the streetlight, massive, iron-shod hooves clopping on the pavement as the shadows faded away to reveal the tauren’s features in more detail, from his long, braided beard to his scars. His dark-furred brow furrowed as his icy blue eyes regarded the warlock with a look of suspicion. A gauntleted hand rose, coming to rest on the pommel of the mace hanging off his belt, its spherical golden head as large as any one of the elf’s heads.
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Thursday, June 2, 2016
Musing- The Last of the Giants
[pre-story]The last giant and his beautiful lover find a moment of tenderness in a cave while on the run. [redacted][/pre-story]
The Last of the Giants
Asha stared into the dancing flames of the campfire like they would give her an answer, hugging her knees to her chest as she sat on the stack of furs and leaves that served as a bed. Orange firelight gleamed the cave walls and her ebony skin, the flickering light casting shadows on her face. Back in the village, she’d been praised for her beauty, for her smooth skin, her soft features, her wide hips, her toned waist, and her full breasts, each shapely mound the size of a ripe melon. When she’d come of age, men had come from distant cities, offering her father herds of goats, bushels of grains, fine pottery, luxurious furs, and even spears of iron in exchange for her hand in marriage. Even now, that beauty was still clear, even if her short, curly black hair wasn’t quite as neatly trimmed as it once was, even if she was covered in dirt and scratches, even if her clothes were ragged, even if her eyes were red with smoke and tears.
The Last of the Giants
Asha stared into the dancing flames of the campfire like they would give her an answer, hugging her knees to her chest as she sat on the stack of furs and leaves that served as a bed. Orange firelight gleamed the cave walls and her ebony skin, the flickering light casting shadows on her face. Back in the village, she’d been praised for her beauty, for her smooth skin, her soft features, her wide hips, her toned waist, and her full breasts, each shapely mound the size of a ripe melon. When she’d come of age, men had come from distant cities, offering her father herds of goats, bushels of grains, fine pottery, luxurious furs, and even spears of iron in exchange for her hand in marriage. Even now, that beauty was still clear, even if her short, curly black hair wasn’t quite as neatly trimmed as it once was, even if she was covered in dirt and scratches, even if her clothes were ragged, even if her eyes were red with smoke and tears.
Musing- Pride
[pre-story] [redacted] Set in the same multiverse as The Thousand Titles of Angra Ba'ahram.[pre-story]
Pride
Pride
Belili was on the hunt, and she was getting close. She could almost taste her prey’s mana already. Golden, predatory eyes narrowed as they looked up at the sultan’s grand palace, protected by high walls and an army of guards, both to keep enemies out and the sultan’s vast harem in. Her full, soft lips twisted in a wicked smirk. All too easy. Her physical form flickered like a candle’s flame for a moment, then vanished. Her aetheric form drifted effortlessly through the thick wall, then flew, guided unerringly toward one looming tower, straight toward the mana of her prey. Such a spell was expensive, and would have been far beyond the means of her weaker siblings, but Belili was no common succubus. She was the favored hunter of Ba’Hadad, the Sovereign of the Crimson Isles, sent to drain the most powerful mortals of the lesser realms, both to ensure they couldn’t defend against his might, and to feed his ravenous hunger for mana.
Musing- Mistakes P. 1
[pre-story]A bride-to-be's mistakes come back to haunt her as she winds up stuck on a island resort with her studly ex. An unfinished story, told over a couple of old bonus chapters I'm releasing to the public.[/pre-story]
Mistakes P. 1
Olivia had made a mistake. It seemed so long ago now, but she still remembered the moment she’d made the decision. That choice had led to one mistake after another, and after laying dormant for years, it had risen to the surface once more to lead her to her latest mistake. She stood on the dock, barefoot, her long auburn hair catching the sea breeze as she felt the heat of the mediterranean sun on her fair, freckled skin. Her lithe, athletic body was clad in a colorful bikini, which only served to emphasize her narrow, toned waist, her tight, shapely ass, and her perky B-cup breasts. She looked out across the water, watching the ferry speed away, leaving her on the resort island to enjoy her solitude and comfort. The ferry’s supply deliveries would be her only contact with the outside world for the length of her week-long vacation, until it was time for the wedding. Her mind drifted back to that very first mistake.
Mistakes P. 1
Olivia had made a mistake. It seemed so long ago now, but she still remembered the moment she’d made the decision. That choice had led to one mistake after another, and after laying dormant for years, it had risen to the surface once more to lead her to her latest mistake. She stood on the dock, barefoot, her long auburn hair catching the sea breeze as she felt the heat of the mediterranean sun on her fair, freckled skin. Her lithe, athletic body was clad in a colorful bikini, which only served to emphasize her narrow, toned waist, her tight, shapely ass, and her perky B-cup breasts. She looked out across the water, watching the ferry speed away, leaving her on the resort island to enjoy her solitude and comfort. The ferry’s supply deliveries would be her only contact with the outside world for the length of her week-long vacation, until it was time for the wedding. Her mind drifted back to that very first mistake.
Thursday, May 5, 2016
Musing- Only in Japan
She giggled to herself as her fiance stared, slack-jawed. Long, lacy black stockings topped with white frills, held tight to her creamy pale thighs by frilled garters. The short, fluffy, black skirt wasn’t even close to hiding the tops of the stockings, baring an inch or two of skin before the hem barely managed to preserve her modesty by concealing the semi-transparent black lacy panties. The costume had a corset-like top, her generous breasts barely held in place by the white, fluffy material above the corset. Atop her head was the piece de resistance, a little black hairband nestled in her long red hair, with a white, lacy frill on the top. As her husband-to-be stared, she gave a bow, folding her hands in front of her, exposing a valley of pale cleavage. “Welcome back, master~” She greeted, in a singsong tone. “Would you like dinner? A bath? Or, perhaps, me?” She inquired playfully, a mischievous sparkle in her emerald eyes.
Friday, April 1, 2016
Musing- Predator's Prey
[pre-story]A short patreon bonus chapter based on Evolve, written many months ago and now released to the public.[/pre-story]
Content Warnings: Monsters, Rape, Weird alien dicks
Predator's Prey
In the distance, the burning wreckage of the titanic evacuation ship was rocked by another small explosion, the boom followed swiftly by an agonizing groan of metal on metal and a horrendous metallic shear as the hull gave way under its own weight. The front half of the massive vessel tore free, falling into a deep valley with a massive echoing crash. The panicked screeches, bellows, and squeals of batrays and other wildlife filled the air, only to be silenced by a terrible roar. Monstrous, primal, almost triumphant, the fearsome roar echoed in the clear sky, accompanied by a towering pillar of fire, blasted skyward by the roar’s raw power. In a moment, the roar was joined by a chorus of dozens more, each with their own jets of flame. A great pillar of smoke rose from the wreck, harpies descending toward it, the smoke thick with the scent of burning meat.
Content Warnings: Monsters, Rape, Weird alien dicks
Predator's Prey
In the distance, the burning wreckage of the titanic evacuation ship was rocked by another small explosion, the boom followed swiftly by an agonizing groan of metal on metal and a horrendous metallic shear as the hull gave way under its own weight. The front half of the massive vessel tore free, falling into a deep valley with a massive echoing crash. The panicked screeches, bellows, and squeals of batrays and other wildlife filled the air, only to be silenced by a terrible roar. Monstrous, primal, almost triumphant, the fearsome roar echoed in the clear sky, accompanied by a towering pillar of fire, blasted skyward by the roar’s raw power. In a moment, the roar was joined by a chorus of dozens more, each with their own jets of flame. A great pillar of smoke rose from the wreck, harpies descending toward it, the smoke thick with the scent of burning meat.
Monday, March 7, 2016
Musing- Primeval Passions: Ch. 0
Fate. Destiny. Kharma. The grand design. Whatever you call it, the universe has a way of giving someone exactly what they need. Even if they don’t know they need it. Even if it’s not obvious at the time. In one quiet corner of the universe, two strangers came together, like gears in a great machine,each giving the other exactly what they needed.
Musing- Spider [Profile]
Name: Goes by “Spider”
Species: Augmented Human. While born as a human, he underwent a dramatic transformation that left him with a number of inhuman traits. Most notably, he has six arms, which attach in turn to a slightly elongated rib cage. The index and middle fingers on each hand end in short claws, and bear spinnerets capable of producing strands of spider silk on command. In addition, he has a pair of short, retractable limbs ending in venomous fangs hidden in his cheeks, tucked against his upper jaw. The venom amplifies nerve signals, making pain and pleasure much more intense, so a small wound might become unbearable, and a sensual touch might bring one to the brink of orgasm.
Species: Augmented Human. While born as a human, he underwent a dramatic transformation that left him with a number of inhuman traits. Most notably, he has six arms, which attach in turn to a slightly elongated rib cage. The index and middle fingers on each hand end in short claws, and bear spinnerets capable of producing strands of spider silk on command. In addition, he has a pair of short, retractable limbs ending in venomous fangs hidden in his cheeks, tucked against his upper jaw. The venom amplifies nerve signals, making pain and pleasure much more intense, so a small wound might become unbearable, and a sensual touch might bring one to the brink of orgasm.
Musing- My Little Clopfic
“Rainbow, what are you-” Fluttershy asked in her soft, gentle voice, surprised by her friend’s sudden shove, her words cut off as her back softly hit the rough bark of a convenient tree. Immediately, the sapphire-skinned pony’s body was pressed tight against hers, pinning her to the tree, their faces just inches apart, her firm, perky tits mashed against Fluttershy’s massive, mouth-watering watermelons, azure nipples poking into the soft, sensitive flesh. “...Oh, my.” Fluttershy breathed in surprise, eyes going wide as they saw the look in her friend's eyes. The rainbow-maned pony wasted no time, one talented hand coming up, fingers sinking into one of her plush, pillowy breasts, thumb and forefinger unerringly seeking out her nipple and giving it a sharp tweak. Fluttershy squeaked with surprise at the sudden intensity of the sensation. Her thighs twitched, trying to squeeze together as the sensation made her slit hum with excitement, but found their movement blocked by a well-placed athletic knee, keeping her legs apart. The reason became apparent as she felt a second hand on her skin, sliding down over her embarrassingly chubby tummy.
Musings- March
Hey there, squish here, with this month's update and musings!
Sorry I'm late for the start of the month, turns out my recent case of the flu left behind a multi-drug-resistant sinus infection, and I'm just finally starting to feel vaguely human again. One big update: unfortunately, I'm going to have to pause my work on the new chapter of By The Horns for a moment. Some of you who read my blog might remember that a while ago, I was asked to make a submission to a real, published book of short stories, volume two of Sex and Sorcery. I've just recently been reminded that the window for that submission closes at the end of the month, so I've gotta get on that, like, YESTERDAY. I won't be able to share that chapter with you guys, unfortunately, for legal reasons, so you'll have to wait and get the book when it comes out. :P
Anyways, onto the topic at hand! For the very first time, I actually have musings from last month to release to the public! Primeval Passions, the first part in the tale of two reptilian romantics, and Spider, a profile for a wandering bad-boy bard with six hands and magic fingers. I'll also release my very first bonus chapter, My Little Clopfic, for public consumption. I think I'll probably be releasing a bonus chapters per month like this until I run out of bonuses, then it'll go down to just the musings.
This month, I only have one musing suggestion, but it's a good one. An arrogant succubus who bites off more than she can chew. The other musing is still a wild card. I might use it to continue the Primeval Passions story, I might use it to write a long-overdue short I promised a friend, but we'll find out together. The musings will have to wait until later in the month, though, I really need to focus my energies on the submission at the moment if I want to get it out in time.
[redacted]
Friday, February 26, 2016
Operation K-9: Ch. 2 [Comm]
[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, rising from the grave with a new chapter in the unfolding saga of Emily "Deedee" D'Dvesti'Dvadtsat'Dva, as commissioned by Kaz! A lot of stuff happened, I been silent for a while, but I'm gettin' right back on the horse! If you want to read about what happened, you can check out my blog. Anyways, not too much to say about this particular chapter, I just hope you enjoy it! As always, if you like it, [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 2: Things Change
Emily squirmed, uncomfortable in her metal chair, her eyes downcast. She tried to keep her focus on the tray of food in front of her, and ignore the rest of the mess hall. She was dressed normally, a white tank top over a gray sports bra, with clinging camo running shorts that hugged her generous hips. And yet, somehow, she felt ...exposed. Naked. She could feel the eyes of the other soldiers on her. The looks of disgust, the furtive glances, the shameless stares, the hungry leers. She felt them all roaming her body as she squirmed in her seat, from her plump backside, squished against the steel seat, to her peach-sized breasts, firm and perky within her bra. Her cheeks burned as she tried to ignore it and focus on her food once more.
Even on the best days, the food was barely decent, and most agreed it was better if you didn’t look at it too close, something Emily was reminded of as she poked a shapeless gray-green lump that was supposed to be a vegetable with her fork. She shook her head, her ponytail swaying behind her, honey-brown with a thick black stripe running back from a palm-sized patch just above the middle of her forehead. Her pointed ears lay back against her head as she speared the vegetable lump and brought it to her lips, advertising her emotions in place of her tail, currently pinned between her plump backside and the back of the chair.
Chapter 2: Things Change
Emily squirmed, uncomfortable in her metal chair, her eyes downcast. She tried to keep her focus on the tray of food in front of her, and ignore the rest of the mess hall. She was dressed normally, a white tank top over a gray sports bra, with clinging camo running shorts that hugged her generous hips. And yet, somehow, she felt ...exposed. Naked. She could feel the eyes of the other soldiers on her. The looks of disgust, the furtive glances, the shameless stares, the hungry leers. She felt them all roaming her body as she squirmed in her seat, from her plump backside, squished against the steel seat, to her peach-sized breasts, firm and perky within her bra. Her cheeks burned as she tried to ignore it and focus on her food once more.
Even on the best days, the food was barely decent, and most agreed it was better if you didn’t look at it too close, something Emily was reminded of as she poked a shapeless gray-green lump that was supposed to be a vegetable with her fork. She shook her head, her ponytail swaying behind her, honey-brown with a thick black stripe running back from a palm-sized patch just above the middle of her forehead. Her pointed ears lay back against her head as she speared the vegetable lump and brought it to her lips, advertising her emotions in place of her tail, currently pinned between her plump backside and the back of the chair.
Friday, February 19, 2016
Operation K-9: Ch. 2 [Comm][Preview]
[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, rising from the grave with a new chapter in the unfolding saga of Emily "Deedee" D'Dvesti'Dvadtsat'Dva, as commissioned by Kaz! A lot of stuff happened, I been silent for a while, but I'm gettin' right back on the horse! Anyways, not too much to say about this particular chapter, I just hope you enjoy it! [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 2: Things Change
Emily squirmed, uncomfortable in her metal chair, her eyes downcast. She tried to keep her focus on the tray of food in front of her, and ignore the rest of the mess hall. She was dressed normally, a white tank top over a gray sports bra, with clinging camo running shorts that hugged her generous hips. And yet, somehow, she felt ...exposed. Naked. She could feel the eyes of the other soldiers on her. The looks of disgust, the furtive glances, the shameless stares, the hungry leers. She felt them all roaming her body as she squirmed in her seat, from her plump backside, squished against the steel seat, to her peach-sized breasts, firm and perky within her bra. Her cheeks burned as she tried to ignore it and focus on her food once more.
Chapter 2: Things Change
Emily squirmed, uncomfortable in her metal chair, her eyes downcast. She tried to keep her focus on the tray of food in front of her, and ignore the rest of the mess hall. She was dressed normally, a white tank top over a gray sports bra, with clinging camo running shorts that hugged her generous hips. And yet, somehow, she felt ...exposed. Naked. She could feel the eyes of the other soldiers on her. The looks of disgust, the furtive glances, the shameless stares, the hungry leers. She felt them all roaming her body as she squirmed in her seat, from her plump backside, squished against the steel seat, to her peach-sized breasts, firm and perky within her bra. Her cheeks burned as she tried to ignore it and focus on her food once more.
Friday, February 12, 2016
Progress Report: Back on track!
New rule: No Skyrim before 5.
Honestly, it's a been an enormous enormous clusterfuck around here. Distractions, delays, excuses, missed deadlines... I mangled my sleep cycle beyond recognition, I was off my ADHD meds for like three weeks, I got impressively sick... I'm not gonna let it happen again, though. This month, I'm gettin' shit done.
[redacted]
This month was two musings, the first is a profile for a new sci-fi/fantasy OC that can fit into almost any unrealistic setting, and the second is a short scene about a pair of scaly characters. If you want to see them now, or vote on the musings for next month, you'll have to check out my patreon!
And, in regards to further progress, I've finally finished the rough draft for Operation K-9 chapter 2! I imagine, perhaps optimistically, that I'll be finished with it and the preview will be up sometime next week, so look forward to that! Speaking of, I should probably stop procrastinating and get back to the rewriting... >.>
Honestly, it's a been an enormous enormous clusterfuck around here. Distractions, delays, excuses, missed deadlines... I mangled my sleep cycle beyond recognition, I was off my ADHD meds for like three weeks, I got impressively sick... I'm not gonna let it happen again, though. This month, I'm gettin' shit done.
[redacted]
This month was two musings, the first is a profile for a new sci-fi/fantasy OC that can fit into almost any unrealistic setting, and the second is a short scene about a pair of scaly characters. If you want to see them now, or vote on the musings for next month, you'll have to check out my patreon!
And, in regards to further progress, I've finally finished the rough draft for Operation K-9 chapter 2! I imagine, perhaps optimistically, that I'll be finished with it and the preview will be up sometime next week, so look forward to that! Speaking of, I should probably stop procrastinating and get back to the rewriting... >.>
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