Friday, May 25, 2018

Lay On Hands, Ch. 1

[Pre-Story]Time to start a new series! To clarify something important for you: While Rhuno is in this story, it's not a story ABOUT Rhuno. This is a story about Pyrista, draenei paladin, and her horse-cock-futa wife, Rylinne. Commissioned by the eponymous Pyrista! This is more prologue than anything, but things'll start to heat up soon enough! Enjoy!

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

Lay On Hands, Chapter 1

Rhuno Sunheart’s iron-shod hooves scraped across the bare stone floor as he sank into a combat stance, the tauren’s massive, silver-and-gold-armored frame lowering as he braced himself. On one arm, he bore his sheild, a massive disk of silver, large enough for an orc to stand behind it barely peek over the top, with a gleaming golden sun-disk at its center, thin rays of gold extending outward in all directions, running all the way to the rim. With a flick of his wrist, he gripped the handle of his mace and brought it up, calloused, three-fingered hand closing around a steel shaft as thick as a man’s forearm and raising the head, a golden orb the size of a watermelon, like it weighed nothing at all. His sapphire eyes narrowed, peering through the slit of his helmet as he looked over the edge of the enormous shield at his opponent. “Are you ready?” He asked, an eager grin spreading across his lips, thankfully hidden by his helm.

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Happy Birthday: Ch. 8

[pre-story]I know the last chapter left you hungry for more, so I hope this makes up for it!

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

Happy Birthday: Chapter 8 

“Wait, fuck, Dani?” John called out, hoping to hear her answer from another room, even as he felt a pair of extremely slender, delicate hands tentatively grasp the girth of his rapidly-hardening teenage cock. He’d felt the triplet’s hands on his shaft countless times before, they could hardly keep their hands off it, even in public, and these were not theirs. Still, some part of his mind hoped he was wrong, that Betty and Cherry had just reached back a bit to give him some extra stiluation. But his fears were confirmed when he felt a pair of incredibly soft lips press against his swelling crown, a gentle peck contrasted to the hungry tongue-kisses the elder sisters were lavishing on his churning, cum-heavy balls. “Fuuuuck…” John groaned, letting his head fall back, hitting Abby’s chest between her enormous, freckled tits. “Aunt Christy’s gonna fucking kill me…” He lamented as his cock pulsed, swelling and pressing against those delicate lips.

Saturday, May 5, 2018

By The Horns: Ch. 6, P. 5

[pre-story]Things just keep getting hotter in the hot springs! One could even say 'steamy'! Though, if Lien keeps pushing, she might just find herself in hot water.... 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Enjoy![/pre-story]


Test Your Might: Part 5

Lien’s wide, rounded hips rolled with every stride as she waded her way to the water’s edge. She didn’t have to look, she could feel Rhuno’s gaze burning on her jiggling, bountiful backside, the dark-furred tauren entranced by the hypnotic sway. If there were ever such a thing as the perfect ass, hers might be it. It was enormous, but perfectly-shaped, her broad hips supporting twin hemispheres of thick, juicy ass, the sheer bounty of her plump rear squishing them together just a little. The pattern of her fur only emphasized its size, the black fur on her legs shifting abruptly to white at the middle of her plush thighs, the stark contrast making her gloriously round ass stand out all the more, like all-natural thigh-high stockings, and a short, stubby little black tail emerged from her tailbone, drawing the eye to that impossibly soft-yet-firm ass. When she reached the ledge at the water’s edge, she glanced back over her shoulder with a teasing smirk and leaned forward, planting her hands on the ground and pushing her hips back, stubby tail wiggling excitedly as her divine ass was thrust to even greater prominence, the twin moons parting slightly, her feet together, thighs squeezed tight, giving it an irresistible heart shape.