Bibiana's Bargain, P1.

[pre-story]Finally getting to work on actual commissions! Well, at least a little. This is the commission I started on months ago that's been on hold while I work on musings and shorts and such. It was basically like this when I came back to it, I just had to tweak a few things here and there and add a paragraph on the end to cap it off nicely as a 'part one'. Very convenient. No sex just yet, but definitely sexiness, involving a milfy shortstack goblin and a sexy futa demoness. 
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted]
Commissioned by the eternally patient Onikumomaru. Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

Bibiana's Bargain, P. 1 

There are points in one’s life where one must stop and ask themselves how they arrived at them. As she lay there, hog-tied and helpless, while her master began to chant in some unknowable tongue, the mystical lines and symbols drawn on the cold stone floor with black chalk beginning to glow with a sickly purple light, Bibiana found herself at one such point.

Ghost Story

[pre-story]So, I wanted to get this out in time for Halloween, but writer's block is a bitch, so here we are. I wanted to write something about a exhibition with a ghost, and one of the ghosts that came to mind was Danny Phantom... The rest kinda happened. I got stuck for like a WEEK on the climax, I don't know why... Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I may continue it at some point if there's a demand for it.

As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Ghost Story “Ugh, just shut up, Manson!” Star insisted, scowling and stamping her foot on the wet tile floor of the girl’s locker room shower, a gesture that would have been more… impactful, were the little blonde girl not completely naked, her lithe cheerleader body glistening wet, perky, hand-filling breasts barely jiggling at the movement.

“No, I’m serious!” Sam rebutted as her hands roamed her teenage body, washing away a layer of soap. The raven-haired goth girl was in a rare makeup-free moment, her usual dark eyeshadow and purple lipstick washed away, her skin naturally pale and smooth. Junior and senior years had been kind to her, while she wasn’t as skinny as the cheerleaders around her, one last growth spurt had filled her out in all the right places. Her breasts grew from palm-filling mounds to hand-overflowing melons, like ripe oranges, crowned with dusky pink nipples pierced through with gleaming silver studs. A silver ring gleamed in her bellybutton, drawing the eye down to her slender waist, and another gleam further down brought it to her smooth-shaven lower lips where another ring looped through her hood. She turned around, letting the shower spray down her back, cascading down her spine and running down between the mounds of her juicy ass.

“All this ghost stuff happening around town, around the school, even, I’d be surprised it hasn’t happened yet!” She continued, ignoring Star’s objections. “Think about it… They can go through walls, they can turn invisible… How would you even know if one was right here, watching us?” She asked.

Reunited, P. 1

[pre-story]I decided to try and write something halloweeny, and with a little help, I came up with this idea. Vampire meets succubus, with an interesting twist! No sex in this part, got carried away with the setup bits, as usual. Not sure if I'll end up continuing this at this point, it's well past Halloween and I got actual commissions to work on now... 
As always, if you like what you see [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

Reunited, Part 1

He was looking. Good. Without looking at him, Aleksandria shifted on her stool, her long, shapely, legs uncrossing. Black leather knee-high platform boots swung out, her black, thigh-high stockings parting for just a moment, granting just the barest glimpse of the pale, flawless flesh above them, not quite hidden beneath a short, black-on-gray pleated schoolgirl skirt. It lasted only a moment, before she casually swung the other foot up and crossed them the other way. But any trollop could pull off the Basic Instinct tease. Aleksandria was an artist. While his eyes were still on her, she rolled her spine, drawing his eyes up as her slim, corseted midsection pulled against the laces of her top. The movement continued, pushing her chest out to thrust the gloriously full, pale mounds, already presented deliciously by the corset to even greater prominence, the silver charm dangling off her necklace hanging just above the deep valley of her cleavage. Then, the finisher. Her glossy black-painted lips quirked at the corner, a subtle smirk, and she turned her crimson eyes to meet his. Her face was an image of porcelain perfection, pale, flawless, skin with a photoshoot-ready application of dark makeup that made her red eyes smolder. Not a single strand of long, straight, silky black hair was out of place as she turned to look squarely at him, holding his gaze, as she raised a hand, her fingernails painted black, and crooked her finger, gesturing him closer. He was hooked.

He rose from his seat and walked over, trying so hard to look cool and disinterested while still moving as quickly as possible. He was mostly unremarkable, a typical twenty-something goth boy dressed up in a hot topic halloween costume. Easy prey. Her tongue flicked over the points of her fangs inside her mouth. Another night, another horny boy, another easy meal, another day in the eternal life of a vampire… Honestly, the goth boys were getting boring, but unfortunately, there were only so many ‘scenes’ where incredibly-pale skin and red eyes didn’t seem that out of place. Obediently, her evening meal settled in to sit down on the empty bar stool next to her, and she turned to face him.

As she opened her mouth to speak, a new voice suddenly cut her off, bright and girlish and cheery, the sound alone making her bristle like she’d just heard nails on a chalkboard. “Hey there, stud~! Buy a girl a drink?” It asked, and suddenly her prey wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at the slut that suddenly plopped down onto the bar stool on the opposite side. Aleksandria narrowed her eyes.

Happy Birthday, Ch. 4

[redacted]

Chapter 4: The Triplets, Part 1

John pulled his hips back, drawing a weak moan from the barely-conscious Aunt Christina as his flared, fist-sized head tugged at the entrance to her womb, the wall of muscle reluctant to release the fearsome tool. Her walls gripped so tight his movements dragged her upraised hips back a few inches before the pull became too much and the fat knob pulled free. He kept pulling, and pulling, and pulling, drawing inch after inch after inch of thick, glistening, steel-hard cock from his aunt’s depths. He could feel all four of his cousins staring in awe and hunger as he unsheathed his mighty weapon, and as the gleaming crown pulled free with soft, wet pop, his aunt’s overstuffed pussy twitched, a stream of white-hot cream pouring out of her like a faucet. His member sprang up once it was free, slapping against his rippling abs once before it settled into place, thrusting proudly from his hips, almost a half-yard of cum-and-nectar slick, pussy-wrecking, never-softening, toe-curling studly incestuous COCK, throbbing angrily in midair, its gleaming crown swollen red like a mouth-wateringly ripe apple.