[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!
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Anyways, read on and enjoy!
Content warnings: ball worship, excessive cum, cum-play.[/pre-story]
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
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.
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