[pre-story]Almost a full year since the first part came out, the story suddenly continues for Father's Day! [redacted][/pre-story]
Cynthia bit her lip, her heart thudding in her chest as Daddy lined his big fat black cock up with her tight little teenage pussy, Mommy’s fingers spreading her ebony lips to reveal the glistening pink within. “Happy Father’s day, sweetie” Mommy purred, and then Daddy thrust his hips forward, and Cynthia moaned aloud.
Friday, June 30, 2017
[Musing] Lien's Adventures, Part 1
[pre-story]The first in a possibly continuing series of patron-requested musings featuring a cuddly pandaren lady. [redacted][/pre-story]
Part 1: Tense
“You look tense.” A soft voice commented.
Gorus Boarslayer blinked, momentarily confused, and looked up from his mug of ale, his heavy green brow furrowed slightly as he turned toward the source of the voice. Two seats down the bar, there sat a pandaren woman, leaning an elbow on the bar, her cheek resting on her fist. She looked out of place in the dim, smoky bar, quite unlike The Wyvern’s Tail’s usual clientele, a parade of grim-faced orcs and trolls that somberly drank away their sorrows. For one thing, there was her dress, a slinky thing, bright red silk embroidered with gold, the shimmering material hugging her ample curves, with slits on both sides that ran all the way up to her hips. She was curvy in the extreme, with thick thighs, wide hips, a slight taper to her waist, and enormous, full breasts, almost as big as her head. She was covered head to toe in soft fuzz, alternating patches of white and black, most notably black patches around her eyes that stretched down onto her cheeks in two long streaks. Her hair was long, except for her straight-trimmed bangs, the rest tied back into a long, thick braid that ran down to the small of the back, and it was mostly black but for a stripe of bright green that ran from her bangs all the way down her braid. She smiled as his eyes met hers, a sparkle of playful intent glinting in her deep green eyes.
“My name is Lien Lightpaw. Perhaps I can help you relax a little?” She purred, leaning a little closer. Gorus swallowed. Was this really happening?
Part 1: Tense
“You look tense.” A soft voice commented.
Gorus Boarslayer blinked, momentarily confused, and looked up from his mug of ale, his heavy green brow furrowed slightly as he turned toward the source of the voice. Two seats down the bar, there sat a pandaren woman, leaning an elbow on the bar, her cheek resting on her fist. She looked out of place in the dim, smoky bar, quite unlike The Wyvern’s Tail’s usual clientele, a parade of grim-faced orcs and trolls that somberly drank away their sorrows. For one thing, there was her dress, a slinky thing, bright red silk embroidered with gold, the shimmering material hugging her ample curves, with slits on both sides that ran all the way up to her hips. She was curvy in the extreme, with thick thighs, wide hips, a slight taper to her waist, and enormous, full breasts, almost as big as her head. She was covered head to toe in soft fuzz, alternating patches of white and black, most notably black patches around her eyes that stretched down onto her cheeks in two long streaks. Her hair was long, except for her straight-trimmed bangs, the rest tied back into a long, thick braid that ran down to the small of the back, and it was mostly black but for a stripe of bright green that ran from her bangs all the way down her braid. She smiled as his eyes met hers, a sparkle of playful intent glinting in her deep green eyes.
“My name is Lien Lightpaw. Perhaps I can help you relax a little?” She purred, leaning a little closer. Gorus swallowed. Was this really happening?
[Musing] Dairy Tour
[pre-story]The first of a new batch of monthly patron-suggested musings! [redacted][/pre-story]
“Right this way, my dear.” Ms. Brown called, a warm, knowing smile on her full, soft lips as she pulled open a door and gestured through.
Becky swallowed, adjusting her thick glasses and biting her lip, slightly intimidated. She was short and mousey, with short, messy, dirty blonde hair, freckles, and a figure that hadn’t quite ‘blossomed’, and after graduating, she’d just about given up hope it would. Ms. Brown, by contrast, was everything she wasn’t. The mature woman was tall, graceful and glamorous, with long auburn hair pulled up into a bun, she moved with confidence to spare. And why shouldn’t she be confident? With that supermodel face and pornstar body… No, porn stars would have looked positively scrawny compared to her. Her breasts were MASSIVE, each easily the size of her head, her business suit presenting what seemed like a mile of cleavage. And her hips! Her pinstripe skirt strained to contain the bounty of her broad hips. Becky considered herself pretty straight, but walking behind Ms. Brown, she could hardly take her eyes off the mature beauty’s swaying, jiggling backside.
“Right this way, my dear.” Ms. Brown called, a warm, knowing smile on her full, soft lips as she pulled open a door and gestured through.
Becky swallowed, adjusting her thick glasses and biting her lip, slightly intimidated. She was short and mousey, with short, messy, dirty blonde hair, freckles, and a figure that hadn’t quite ‘blossomed’, and after graduating, she’d just about given up hope it would. Ms. Brown, by contrast, was everything she wasn’t. The mature woman was tall, graceful and glamorous, with long auburn hair pulled up into a bun, she moved with confidence to spare. And why shouldn’t she be confident? With that supermodel face and pornstar body… No, porn stars would have looked positively scrawny compared to her. Her breasts were MASSIVE, each easily the size of her head, her business suit presenting what seemed like a mile of cleavage. And her hips! Her pinstripe skirt strained to contain the bounty of her broad hips. Becky considered herself pretty straight, but walking behind Ms. Brown, she could hardly take her eyes off the mature beauty’s swaying, jiggling backside.
By The Horns: Ch. 5, P. 3
[pre-story]Alright, here it is, the third and final part of this way-too-damn-big chapter (It's 25k words, if you add up all the parts). If you didn't think the other parts were sexy enough, this should more than satisfy you! I was debating how I should handle Rhuno actually having sex with such tiny ladies, and in the end, I decided to embrace the impossibility settled on some rather extreme stomach bulging, so, you know, you've been warned. If that's not your thing, you might wanna skip this one.
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
Unlikely Adversaries, Part 3
As eager as Rhuno was to get started fucking the sexy little goblin’s brains out, the more rational portion of his mind suggested that the middle of the main lab was probably not the best place to continue this. He’d already made quite the mess, after all, and he didn’t want to make it worse. He dipped down, bending at the knees, making Ginny gasp and cling to his massive coal-black cock for stability as he scooped Glitz up in one massive three-fingered hand, effortlessly lifting her off her feet. With both the girls secured, he turned and began to walk, iron-shod hooves clomping heavily as he carried them as smoothly as possible across the room, then up the stairs and around the corner. He ducked through a dented door frame and straightened up again, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed he’d slept in the night before.
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
Unlikely Adversaries, Part 3
As eager as Rhuno was to get started fucking the sexy little goblin’s brains out, the more rational portion of his mind suggested that the middle of the main lab was probably not the best place to continue this. He’d already made quite the mess, after all, and he didn’t want to make it worse. He dipped down, bending at the knees, making Ginny gasp and cling to his massive coal-black cock for stability as he scooped Glitz up in one massive three-fingered hand, effortlessly lifting her off her feet. With both the girls secured, he turned and began to walk, iron-shod hooves clomping heavily as he carried them as smoothly as possible across the room, then up the stairs and around the corner. He ducked through a dented door frame and straightened up again, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed he’d slept in the night before.
Friday, June 23, 2017
By The Horns: Ch. 5 P. 3 [Preview]
[pre-story]Alright, here it is, the third and final part of this way-too-damn-big chapter (It's 25k words, if you add up all the parts). If you didn't think the other parts were sexy enough, this should more than satisfy you! I was debating how I should handle Rhuno actually having sex with such tiny ladies, and in the end, I decided to embrace the impossibility settled on some rather extreme stomach bulging, so, you know, you've been warned. If that's not your thing, you might wanna skip this one.
[redacted][/pre-story]
As eager as Rhuno was to get started fucking the sexy little goblin’s brains out, the more rational portion of his mind suggested that the middle of the main lab was probably not the best place to continue this. He’d already made quite the mess, after all, and he didn’t want to make it worse. He dipped down, bending at the knees, making Ginny gasp and cling to his massive coal-black cock for stability as he scooped Glitz up in one massive three-fingered hand, effortlessly lifting her off her feet. With both the girls secured, he turned and began to walk, iron-shod hooves clomping heavily as he carried them as smoothly as possible across the room, then up the stairs and around the corner. He ducked through a dented door frame and straightened up again, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed he’d slept in the night before.
[redacted][/pre-story]
As eager as Rhuno was to get started fucking the sexy little goblin’s brains out, the more rational portion of his mind suggested that the middle of the main lab was probably not the best place to continue this. He’d already made quite the mess, after all, and he didn’t want to make it worse. He dipped down, bending at the knees, making Ginny gasp and cling to his massive coal-black cock for stability as he scooped Glitz up in one massive three-fingered hand, effortlessly lifting her off her feet. With both the girls secured, he turned and began to walk, iron-shod hooves clomping heavily as he carried them as smoothly as possible across the room, then up the stairs and around the corner. He ducked through a dented door frame and straightened up again, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed he’d slept in the night before.
Thursday, June 1, 2017
Musing: Wild Nights
[pre-story]I had a fit of inspiration, and this just kinda happened. [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
My husband is a kind, sweet, and gentle man. When we first started dating, my mother was worried about what would happen if he got violent. After all, I’m a ‘delicate little lotus flower’, a tiny, slender Japanese girl barely five foot and almost a hundred pounds, and he’s a 6’3” of blond German muscle, a full hundred pounds heavier. But I knew from the moment we met I didn’t have to worry. He was soft-spoken, emotional, and almost painfully shy, a giant teddy bear of a man. He was aven afraid of my family’s lapdog when he came to visit. I had to be the one to ask him out, to ask him to marry me, and I still have to make the first move when it comes to sex. Not that the sex is bad, mind you, John is big where it counts, too, and he practically worships me in bed. He’s passionate, attentive, and eager to please. Sometime he’ll just spend hours making me cum over and over with his fingers and tongue… But while I am absolutely not complaining about that part, I have to admit, the one thing that bothers me is that he’s so damn precious with me. He touches me like he’s afraid I’ll break, and he feels super-guilty the moment he does something even remotely approaching ‘rough‘.
My husband is a kind, sweet, and gentle man. When we first started dating, my mother was worried about what would happen if he got violent. After all, I’m a ‘delicate little lotus flower’, a tiny, slender Japanese girl barely five foot and almost a hundred pounds, and he’s a 6’3” of blond German muscle, a full hundred pounds heavier. But I knew from the moment we met I didn’t have to worry. He was soft-spoken, emotional, and almost painfully shy, a giant teddy bear of a man. He was aven afraid of my family’s lapdog when he came to visit. I had to be the one to ask him out, to ask him to marry me, and I still have to make the first move when it comes to sex. Not that the sex is bad, mind you, John is big where it counts, too, and he practically worships me in bed. He’s passionate, attentive, and eager to please. Sometime he’ll just spend hours making me cum over and over with his fingers and tongue… But while I am absolutely not complaining about that part, I have to admit, the one thing that bothers me is that he’s so damn precious with me. He touches me like he’s afraid I’ll break, and he feels super-guilty the moment he does something even remotely approaching ‘rough‘.
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