Lay On Hands: Ch. 7

[Pre-Story] Lay On Hands continues! Pyrista's perfectly plush posterior gets pounded! Commissioned by the generous (and thankfully, patient) Pyrista!

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

Lay On Hands: Chapter 7 

Ciri In Heat: Ch. 3

[pre-story]Ciri in heat is back, by both popular demand and by Fooled Trooper’s continued support! The story too hot for patreon rises from the ashes like a phoenix! A sexy, sexy phoenix. Full of horse dicks. ...Okay, metaphor aside, I hope you all enjoy!

As always, if you like my stuff and want to see more, [redacted] Again, I hope you enjoy, and there’s always more coming soon![/pre-story]

Ciri in Heat, Chapter 3

Ciri was trapped. The back of her head was pinned against the stable door, Roach’s monstrous equine cock straining her lips, its fat, flared head planted too deep in her mouth for her to pull back enough to pull it out, or even turn her head to dislodge it. There was no way she’d be able to push Roach’s bulk back far enough to escape, she wouldn’t have had the strength even if he was calm, and he was too far gone, too lost in the primal instinct to rut, to mate. Roach was a thoroughbred Nilfgaardian stallion, a massive, powerful beast, almost certainly the prime breeding stud of her father’s stable before being given to Geralt, and Ciri knew all too well, once a stud gets started, it’s nearly impossible to stop them. There was nothing she could do to stop the hulking beast from bucking his hips forward and violating her throat, fucking her face relentlessly and pumping his thick, hot equine cum into her stomach until his enormous, churning balls were completely empty... and she’d never wanted anything as badly in her entire life.