Lay On Hands: Ch. 8

 [Pre-story]My first new commission since my return, it's the triumphant return of everyone's favorite draenei, Pyrista! This one picks up in the middle of the action, so you might wanna go back and read the old chapters before you jump into this one!
As always, if you like what you read, check out [REDACTED] or join my Discord to hang out and talk about smut! Enjoy![/pre-story]

Lay On Hands: Chapter 8

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 

Lay On Hands: Ch. 6

[pre-story]Another chapter of Lay on Hands, courtesy of the lovely Pyrista! A little post-orgasmic cuddling quickly turns into a prelude to round two. 
As always, if you like what you reach, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you enjoy![pre-story]


Lay On Hands: Chapter 6 

“Mmmmh~” Rylinne hummed with satisfaction as she rolled off her wife’s prone form to lay beside her, her equine shaft bending for a moment before slipping out of Pyrista’s well-fucked pussy with a soft pop, a flood of thick, creamy spunk leaking out onto the sheets in its wake. It wasn’t quite soft, but it certainly wasn’t fully hard anymore, and it lay across one of Pyrista’s smooth sapphire blue thighs,  warm and heavy and softly pulsing as the last remnants of her massive load leaked from the flared tip. “That was amazing, baby.” Rylinne added with a purr after a moment, rolling back onto her side so as to gaze lovingly at her wife.

Musing- DDDD&D

[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with an old bonus chapter freshly released for you to enjoy! I have a bunch of story ideas for a fantasy setting waiting around for me to do something with them, and I was overcome by the urge to make a world for them all to fit into. So, this is kind of an introduction to the concept. I’m probably going to double down on this idea sometime later and flesh this short out into a full-length chapter to build off of with the other stories, but no idea when that'll happen.
 [redacted] Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
Content warnings: Unrealistic anatomy (on both genders), magic, fantasy interracial, group sex, butt stuff, furry a little m/m, a little futa, and a sad ending.[/pre-story]

Dicks, DDs, Dungeons, and Dragons

The old woman’s lips quirked in a bemused smirk, the faint wrinkles at the corners of her mouth crinkling. “...My name is Aellia Vaer’Dahn. I was named at the spring equinox, one hundred and ninety nine years ago. This equinox would have been my two hundredth, but, well... ” she sighed, raising one slender, smooth wrist, gesturing to the heavy, runed shackle locked around it, the thick chain clinking as it was dragged over the cold stone of the cell floor.

She certainly didn’t look her age. Her skin was soft, fair, and smooth, with only a handful of faint wrinkles around her lips and eyes. The woman’s silky silver hair was swept back over her long, pointed ears, cascading down her back, onto the simple cot she sat upon, and over the edge, the tips hanging level with her gently-swinging bare feet. And her body… She was petite and slender, just under five feet, with a slender hourglass figure, smooth, graceful curves obvious even through her prison garb. It didn’t do much to conceal her breasts, either, the milky mounds like ripe cantaloupes, tenting out the modest garb to expose more cleavage than the designer had intended. They would have been generous on a human, but on an elf, they drew stares.

Daddy's Home Ch. 8

Chapter 8: The Angry One

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Hello again, my faithful readers! Two chapters in as many months! Crazy, right? I might even be able to make three at this rate!
I’ve made some upgrades since the last chapter! I’ve finally finished writing up and polishing how my requests and commissions work, so if you want to see me write something for you, or I’ve already promised to write you something, check it out! You can even follow your position in the list! My blog almost got shut down (blame google), but it’s still up and running, and the shutdown averted, so you can keep watching out for progress reports and new material here! [redacted]
As usual, thank all of you for all your wonderful comments/faves/votes/follows/everything!I’ll give it one more shot: Thank you all, from the bottom of my perverse little heart. I know a lot of you have been really looking forward to this chapter, so without further ado, I hope you enjoy!
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Rich grinned to himself, ascending the last few steps to the ground floor with a bounding, springing stride. He felt incredible. His heart was beating, his lungs hauling in deep breaths, his muscles pumping with pent-up energy. It seemed counter-intuitive, but the more he fucked, the more energetic he felt. Was it a mental thing, his brain rewarding him for fulfilling his biological imperative? Some sort of physical response to the pleasure? Was this only temporary, meaning he’d wake up feeling every bit of exertion in the morning? Was it long-term, meaning he could keep fucking and feeling this good all the time? He wasn’t usually the superstitious sort, but he found himself wondering if his Dad’s books on ‘tantric energy’ might have been onto something. Whatever it was, however long it would last, he was glad to have it. His hulking six-foot-four silhouette dominated the door frame as he emerged into the living room like a marble statue, expertly sculpted. Broad, powerful shoulders layered with heavy slabs of rock-hard muscle, a chiseled, handsome face, a foot-and-a-half pillar jutting proudly from his hips, still covered with a slick sheen of cum and pussy juice. He swiveled his head, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as a satisfied sigh as he surveyed his domain. Couch, TV, armchair, Diamond storming towards him… He blinked.

Daddy's Home Ch. 8 [Preview]

Ch. 8; The Angry One

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Hello again, my faithful readers! Holy crap, two chapters in as many months, what is this sorcery? Anyways, I hope you enjoy this preview, the full version will be available next week! [redacted]
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Rich grinned to himself, ascending the last few steps to the ground floor with a bounding, springing stride. He felt incredible. His heart was beating, his lungs hauling in deep breaths, his muscles pumping with pent-up energy. It seemed counter-intuitive, but the more he fucked, the more energetic he felt. Was it a mental thing, his brain rewarding him for fulfilling his biological imperative? Some sort of physical response to the pleasure? Was this only temporary, meaning he’d wake up feeling every bit of exertion in the morning? Was it long-term, meaning he could keep fucking and feeling this good all the time? He wasn’t usually the superstitious sort, but he found himself wondering if his Dad’s books on ‘tantric energy’ might have been onto something. Whatever it was, however long it would last, he was glad to have it. His hulking six-foot-four silhouette dominated the door frame as he emerged into the living room like a marble statue, expertly sculpted. Broad, powerful shoulders layered with heavy slabs of rock-hard muscle, a chiseled, handsome face, a foot-and-a-half pillar jutting proudly from his hips, still covered with a slick sheen of cum and pussy juice. He swiveled his head, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as a satisfied sigh as he surveyed his domain. Couch, TV, armchair, Diamond storming towards him… He blinked.

Daddy's Home Ch. 3

Daddy's Home: Ch. 3; The Morning After

The morning sun filtered through the bedroom’s blinds, casting lines golden of light on the bedroom floor. These lines slowly crept up the bed, illuminating a chaotic scene. The sheets are a mess, thrown all around the bed in messy piles and thoroughly wrinkled. Pools of cum had dried up overnight, leaving crusty spots here and there, and in the middle of the mess was the naked form of Samantha, sprawled across the king-sized bed, laying where she’d fallen in the wake of some truly incredible sex, sprawled on her back. The light crept up her body slowly as the sun rose higher, from her black leather boots, past her well-fucked pussy, up to those massive breasts. Her nipple barbells glimmered in the morning sun as the rays of light rolled over those imposing peaks, before the sunlight finally settled on her eyelids.

Her eyes squeezed tight as the light hit them and she tried to shut out the light as much as possible, but it was already too late. The sudden light had woken her, despite her best efforts. She groaned her displeasure at being awoken and rolled over, pushing her face into the sheets to try to escape the coming of morning, seeking to flee back into the blissful darkness of sleep. It took her a moment of feeling the silk on her cheek before she realized that these weren't her sheets. Suddenly, the events of the previous evening came rushing back to her, a blur of sex, cum, and orgasms. So many orgasms. Then she felt the ache from between her thighs and groaned again. Perhaps six rounds was too many for one night… Not that she regretted a second of it. Her pussy throbbed softly, a gentle ache and a naughty tingle rolling over her with each pulse. She smiled she ran a finger down her belly to touch her clit at the memories of last night, of her and her daddy, bodies wrapped around each other in the throes of what had to be the most incredible sex in history. Speaking of him, where was he? She glanced around the room, rubbing the sleep out of the corners of her eyes, and found him absent. Well, knowing daddy, there were only a few places he would be before noon. She smiled softly as she rose from the bed, reaching out to take hold of her phone. It was just as well he’d left already, she supposed. She had some calls to make.