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

Harry Potter and the Serpent of Gryffindor: Ch. 1, P. 1

[pre-story]The start of a new commission series, thanks to a very persistent anonymous commissioner! This story's been in the works since 2016, when they first asked about commissioning me, but I've been booked solid every time it's come up, until just a couple weeks ago. I'm definitely looking forward to writing out the rest of what we've got planned! I hope it was worth the wait, and I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

Harry Potter and the Serpent of Gryffindor, Ch. 1, P. 1 

“Harry! Your turn!” Hermione called as she walked back into the clearing with the tent, holding a bag of her toiletries in one hand while the other was on her head, holding the towel wrapped around her still-damp hair in place. It had been too long since she’d last had the chance to get clean, they had to stay moving, after all, and not every campsite had a stream suitable for a proper wash nearby. She would have loved a proper shower with hot water and everything, but after what felt like months of wandering the forest, she was at least starting to get used to washing up in cold streams. It was better than just staying dirty, at least.

Suddenly, Hermione paused, just a few feet from the tent. The tent remained silent, there was no answer from Harry. “Harry?” She called again, but there was still no answer. That was… odd. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach. For a moment, she wondered if she might be overthinking it, but then shook her head. It’s not paranoia if someone’s actually out to get you. She untwisted the towel on her head and tucked it under her arm, before using her now-free hand to grab for her wand as she silently reviewed her defense against the dark arts lessons in her mind. Slowly, she crept forward, as silent as possible, using her wand to lift the tent flap out of the way as she ducked under it and peered into the impossibly spacious interior of the magical tent.

Gwen's Curse: Ch. 1, P. 3

[pre-story]Chapter one of Gwen's Curse reaches its thrilling conclusion, thanks to the return of its original commissioner! As always, I hope you enjoy, and look forward to more![pre-story]


Gwen's Curse: Chapter 1, Part 3


Gwen felt the heat radiating off Ben’s throbbing, precum-slick, apple-sized cockhead on her lips as she drew closer, the thick, musky scent of his magically-enhanced cock filling her nose with every shallow breath she took. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her face was flushed and hot, her bright green eyes staring down the impossibly long shaft of the weapon that her own delicate hands now aimed squarely at her lips. A thought flashed through her mind, bright and clear enough to pierce through the thick haze that blanketed it; why would anyone even MAKE a spell that could do this? No normal person would be able to handle a cock that was this long, this thick, this ridiculously HUGE… Her lips parted slightly as she hesitated there, just a hair’s breadth away from crossing the line into sucking her dweeby cousin’s overgrown cock, a heated, panting breath escaping her lips and wafting over its swollen, sensitive crown. Ben stifled a whimper, holding perfectly still, frozen in place, staring down at her with wide eyes and breathless anticipation, paralyzed by fear that even the tiniest motion or quietest whimper might break the spell and scare her off, like a spooked animal.

Xiaolin Showdown; Boiling Point: Ch. 1

[pre-story]The start of a new commission series, courtesy of Corey Peters! I have many fond memories of Xiaolin Showdown, so I really enjoyed working on this one! Which sounds odd, but it's true. It's nice to be really familiar with the characters you're working with, to be able to hear their voices clearly when you read the dialogue.

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

Xiaolin Showdown; Boiling Point: Chapter 1

“Are you… angry?” Omi asked, hesitantly.

“I’m. Not. Angry.” Kimiko hissed through her teeth as she stormed down the hall, her brow furrowed as she glared straight ahead. The two Xiaolin Dragons were dressed alike, a simple red robe that went down to just past the hips, with black cuffs and a strip of black fabric tied around the waist to hold it closed, though Omi had loose black pants beneath his robe while Kimiko wore tight white leggings. Beyond their clothes, though, the two almost couldn’t have looked more different.

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.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 13

[pre-story]Happy Birthday continues! John's night at Aunt Amy's finally gets underway, and the real fun begins!
So, just to make sure everyone knows, this series is no longer orphaned! It got picked back up by a new commissioner almost immediately after I posted about it being dropped, so updates will be happening regularly once again (at least, as ‘regularly’ as my wildly inconsistent ass can manage to write anything.) And as always, if you like what you read [redacted]
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

Happy Birthday: Chapter 13

John wasted no time as he carried Cassidy through Aunt Amy’s mansion, their lips intertwined in a passionate kiss the entire time, every step grinding his steel-hard cock against her soaking wet bikini bottoms through his jeans. Aunt Amy and Janice led the way, up the stairs and down the hall, before coming to a pair of double doors and pushing them open. The room beyond was Aunt Amy’s private set, where she shot solo videos, some smaller projects, and did the occasional live show, a large room with deep red velvet curtains lining the walls, the center of the space dominated by an enormous circular bed with red silk sheets, surrounded by dangling sheer red curtains hanging from a canopy suspended above it. There were cameras and microphones mounted all around the room, all aimed toward the bed to capture every angle and every moan, and the wardrobes and nightstands flanking the bed were stocked with every kind of sex toy and lubricant you could possibly imagine. Posters of Aunt Amy in sexy outfits and sultry poses hung on the walls, some taken from the covers of her various movies. The room always seemed had a steamy, sultry sort of air to it, an aura of raw sexuality, like the room itself remembered the thousands of hours of sex that had taken place within it.

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.

Mombot: Ch. 1

[Pre-story]The start of a new commission from the generous Fooled Trooper! On Chris' 18th birthday, his robot caretaker Cassie gives him a very special present: herself. This turned out sweeter than expected, but I'm quite happy with it! 

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

Mombot: Chapter 1

A burst of confetti flooded Chris’ computer screen as he opened the message, a handful of cartoon animals dancing around a cartoon cake that was also dancing as they all sang ‘Happy Birthday’. Chris sighed. The sender was his father’s email address, but the personal message field on the e-card was left blank, which probably meant that his secretary sent it, which also suggested that his father had forgotten entirely. Also, apparently, that his secretary thought brightly colored cartoon animals were still the right choice for an eighteen year old boy. As the animated scene went still, all the animals smiling widely and gesturing toward the cake as the video stopped, Chris opened the attachment and accepted the credit transfer. If he told his friends at school his dad gave him five hundred bucks for his birthday, they’d all tell him how lucky he was to have a rich dad. He certainly didn’t feel lucky at the moment, though.

Gwen's Curse: Ch. 1, P. 2

[Pre-story]Part two of Gwen’s Curse! Enjoy!

Unfortunately, it also comes with bad news: the commissioner who was funding more chapters of this story cancelled their pledge, so it won’t be continuing to get regular updates. It’s not dead, just ‘orphaned’, but unless somebody takes over the commission, updates will probably be pretty irregular, and dependent on whether or not it wins the polls on my [redacted]. 

In related news, Happy Birthday has also suffered a similar fate. I’m not sure yet if it’s ‘orphaned’ or just cancelled, I gotta think about it for a bit. And in tangentially related news, since I lost two big patrons in a week, I’m now in full desperation mode again. If you like my work, [redacted][/pre-story]

Gwen’s Curse: Chapter 1, Part 2

Gwen’s mouth felt dry, even as she swallowed, nervously. Ben was possibly the most obstinate, stubborn, prideful person she knew. He never admitted he needed help, no matter how stacked the odds were or how thoroughly he was getting his butt kicked. And yet, now, he was practically begging for help. Help with his… erection, the nasty, gross… fat… throbbing… veiny… just so HUGE… She shook her head, snapping herself out of that train of thought. She had to focus. “What… what do you mean? Help how?” She asked, whispering so as not to be overheard.

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 4

[pre-story]By The Horns continues! Rhuno gets a surprise, and Nisha's surprised in turn! 

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

By The Horns: Locking Horns, Part 4

Wasting no time, Rhuno’s lips parted and his tongue stiffened and pushed forward, the tip of the wet pink muscle parting her folds as it probed for her entrance, running over her sensitive inner lips as it searched. Nisha let out a needy whine, but Rhuno didn’t keep her waiting long. The tip swiftly found her entrance and pushed inside, swiftly followed by inch after inch of delightfully textured tauren tongue as it delved inside her, bathing in the flood of her sweet juices, tasting her desperate need. Nisha let out a throaty moan, tugging on his horns to urge him deeper.

Lay On Hands: Ch. 5

[pre-story]Lay On Hands continues, thanks to the generous Pyrista! The action heats up as Rylinne decides to move somewhere a little more comfortable…  As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story] 

Lay On Hands: Chapter 5

Pyrista blinked, confused. “A change of…” She muttered, repeating her wife’s words as her sex-addled mind tried to piece together their meaning. “WhaAAH!” She yelped in surprise as Rylinne’s hands shifted underneath her ample backside, lifting the blue-skinned beauty into the air once more, her weight supported only by those strong hands and the pulsing equine cock hilted inside her pussy. Pyrista clung to her wife’s shoulders for stability, mashing her grapefruit-sized breasts against Rylinne’s melons through the thin material of her shirt and letting out a soft moan. After that unexpected interruption, Pyrista felt even more sensitive than before, she could feel every pulse and throb of Rylinne’s fat, veiny cock deep inside her, feel it lever against her innermost walls as Rylinne turned toward the door… Wait.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 12

[pre-story]A new chapter of Happy Birthday, hot off the presses! Cassidy accidentally draws the attention of her mom and sisters, who make a rather spectacular entrance in some extremely provocative outfits.
As always, I hope you all like it! If you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

Happy Birthday: Chapter 12

Cassidy squirmed in John’s lap as the two shared a hungry, desperate kiss, tongues coiling around each other. Her hips rolled uncontrollably, grinding her bikini-thong-covered slit against the fat bulge snaking its way down his pant leg. The pleasure that rippled through her core was woefully insufficient to quench the flames of lust that roared within her, but it at least kept her sane enough to try and undo his jeans, rather than fruitlessly tear at them like an animal. Still, her hands were shaking and fumbling with desperate haste as they struggled, first, to pop the button free, then, to pull the zipper down… In her frenzied desperation to release the monster in John’s pants, Cassidy yanked at one of the flaps of denim a little too hard, and as she lost her grip, her elbow shot back, hitting the steering wheel, and John and Cassidy both jolted in surprise as the evening’s quiet was pierced by a sudden blast from the car’s horn. Their kiss broke as they both jumped, then froze, slowly turning their heads toward the mansion’s front door. 

Gwen's Curse: Ch. 1, P. 1

[pre-story]Another story for you all to enjoy, the start of another brand-new series from a brand-new anonymous commissioner, based on a series that’s long held a special place in my memories, Ben 10. Gwen wants to try out a spell she’s been translating, and Ben owes her a favor, but neither has any idea what the consequences might be…
I surprised myself, working on this one, I sat down to get started on it one day morning and I was DONE by noon! I’ve never managed to start and finish a whole chapter in a single sitting before…

Anyways, as always, if you like what you see, [redacted] I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

Gwen’s Curse: Chapter 1, Part 1

“Ugh, this is so bo~ring~…” Ben groaned, rolling his head back as he slouched in place and let his arms hang limp in an exaggerated, overly-dramatic gesture.

Gwen was running out of patience, herself, but for very different reasons. The redhead stood up, planting her wrist on one hip, her hand occupied by her pocket-sized notebook, the corners of her mouth pulling down into a scowl as she narrowed her eyes into a glare. “Listen, dweeb, you PROMISED you would do ANYTHING I wanted if I helped you buy that Sumo Slammers card, and it’s time to pay up.” She said, bending forward at the waist and gesturing down at the ground with the purple chalk in her other hand, specifically, at the chalk circle he stood inside, half-surrounded with mysterious symbols. “So you’re going to stand there, be quiet, and let me try out this spell! And unless you want me to mess it up and accidentally turn you into a frog, you’ll STOP DISTRACTING ME.” She snapped, causing ben to flinch away, slightly. He was silent for a moment as Gwen’s eyes narrowed even further, glowering at him for a moment, before she straightened up, sank down to her knees again, and went back to work on the symbols.

Lay On Hands: Ch. 4

[pre-story] Lay On Hands Part 4! The girls are back, Pyrista finally strips off her skimpy armor, and Rylinne puts her horse-cock to work. Commissioned by the generous Pyrista. 

As always, if you like what you read,
[redacted]

 Anyways, I hope you enjoy the futa draenei action![/pre-story] 

Lay on Hands: Chapter 4 

“Now, let’s get you out of that armor…” Rylinne purred.

A shudder of anticipation danced down Pyrista’s spine at the words. Reluctantly, she released her grip on Rylinne’s iron-hard horsecock and took a step away. Rylinne stepped back, leaning against the wall of the room as Pyrista sank down into a crouch, her hands going to work unclasping her armored boots, first one, then the other. As she stood once more, she hastily kicked them off, before turning her attention to the fastener on her belt. It soon relented and the belt came undone, it, along with the armored plates that protected her smooth thighs, falling to the floor with a heavy thump. Next, she reached up and lifted the floating iron crown away from her head, setting it aside before shifting to unfasten and remove one crystalline pauldron, then the other. With that, she was left in nothing but an armored thong and a barely-there ‘breastplate’, with twin metal cups that cradled and supported her impressive bust, most of her smooth, powder-blue skin already exposed. 

Ciri in Heat; Ch. 1

[pre-story]A new series, from a new commissioner, Fooled Trooper, featuring Ciri from the Witcher games! At a small inn, shortly after her meeting with her father, Ciri steps out into the night to cool her head, but a commotion in the stables draws her attention… Still not sure about the name. If you've got a better suggestion, let me know!
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted]I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

Ciri in Heat; Ch. 1

The inn’s wooden door creaked softly as Ciri pulled it closed behind her. The night air was chilly, but not unbearable on her smooth, pale skin, and between the nearly-full moon and her lantern, she could see just fine. She let her emerald eyes close as a fait breeze swept past her, feeling it blow across her skin and through her long, ashen hair. She quite liked nights like this. She felt like she could relax a little, like she didn’t have to be constantly peering into the darkness, watching the treeline for some monster to emerge. It was exactly what she needed, at the moment.

Ciri hadn’t even taken off her usual travelling clothes yet. Her cream-colored, wide-necked blouse was worn loosely around her chest, baring much of her shoulders, a split down the middle offering a tantalizing glimpse of the bra beneath. Leather bands around her upper arms held the sleeves in place so they wouldn’t bind when she moved, fitted leather gloves extended up to cover most of her forearms before flaring out slightly at the end. A thick leather wrap, almost like a corset, hugged her torso from her hips to just below the swell of her breasts. She wore two belts, one a string of engraved metal squares with rounded corners, each bearing a blue stone at its center, which hugged the thinnest point of her already-narrow waist, the other, a simple leather belt that hung off the swell of her hips, bearing a few small pouches and trinkets. Below, she wore soft leather pants, dark gray, almost black, the hide specially treated so as to stretch and shift freely with her movements while still clinging tight to her slender thighs. Her boots rose to almost her knees, fastened with leather straps that wound around her ankle and calf, leaving the uppermost edge loose and rumpled.

She couldn’t sleep. The meeting with her father was still fresh in her mind, even after several days on the road. She tried not to think about it, but that was like putting a lid on the boiling pot of anger and disgust in her core- All it did was hide the problem while it got worse and worse, until it eventually boiled over. He’d really thought he could just… buy her, that he could just offer Geralt a pile of gold and he’d just hand her over. Of course, Geralt had refused payment, but the very idea infuriated her. Treating her like… like something to be bought and sold, traded or wagered, a possession, an animal… Like the horse he’d ‘generously’ given Geralt after his gold was refused. 

Lay On Hands, Ch. 3

[pre-story]Here it is, as promised, part 3 of Lay on hands! Finally, we're getting to the real action!  Thanks again to the commissioner (the generous and eternally patient Pyrista), and if you like what you see, [redacted] I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

Lay On Hands: Chapter 3 

Pyrista held her wife’s gaze as her lips lingered on the flared tip of Rylinne’s cock, the lewd kiss intensifying. As her hands continued to stroke up and down Rylinne’s length, her head began to twist side to side, lips caressing the sensitive flesh. Those plump pillows parted slightly as they flattened against the tip, her tongue probing forward to flick and taste her wife’s cockhead, and the salty pre that leaked from her slit. Rylinne couldn’t help but let out a quiet groan of pleasure, her grip on Pyrista’s hair tightening slightly, subtle assurances for Pyrista, letting her know she was doing well.

Ghost Story: Ch. 2, P. 4

[pre-story]Here it is, Part 4 of Chapter 2 of Ghost Story, and it's quite the finale, if I do say so myself. I had a lot of fun writing it (if you couldn't guess that from the fact that it rambled on so long in the first place, but I'm glad to be finished with it and move on to the next scene. I think you'll all really enjoy it, but let's not get ahead of ourselves, there's fresh smut to read! 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]


Ghost Story, Chapter 2, Part 4 

“Fuck me! Hurry and fuck me!”

Whatever remained of Danny’s hesitation snapped as his mother unknowingly begged her son to fuck her. His cock throbbed angrily, hard as steel, as he pulled his fingers from his mom’s drooling pussy and swiftly moved his shaft to replace them. Maddie moaned again as she felt the fat tip of that ghostly cock press against her suit, pushing between her lips, the fabric holding it at bay for only a moment before it began to phase through, the blunt, helmet-shaped head spreading her folds. Danny broke his silence for the first time since he left the couch, letting out a deep groan as her pussy swallowed him up, first his cockhead, then one inch, then two, then three… Sam’s pussy was incredibly tight, she squeezed his shaft like a vice, but Maddie’s was soft and yielding, just tight enough to provide the pressure he needed as her walls stretched around him, inch after inch, but also incredibly hot and soaking wet.  Her inner muscles rippled and squeezed around him like they had a mind of their own, like they were trying to pull him in and milk the cum out of his balls.

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 1

[pre-story]By The Horns continues! This time, Rhuno finds himself in Shattrath, unwittingly targeted by an unscrupulous draenei. No sex yet, just lots of dialogue. Also, not 100% on the chapter name, yet, so if you have suggestions...
As always, if you like what you read [redacted] I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

Locking Horns, Part 1

So, the World’s End Tavern didn’t have a great reputation, but it wasn’t THAT bad. They didn’t have the best drinks in Shattrath, they didn’t have the friendliest patrons (or staff, for that matter), the nicest beds, or even the cleanest floors… Okay, so maybe it actually WAS that bad. But it had the distinct advantage of being open to everyone, not JUST those who signed up with the Scryers or the Aldor. Refugees, orphans, smugglers, thieves, criminals, people who had no place else to go or who just wanted to stay out of sight of the authorities… people like Nisha.

Happy Birthday, Ch. 10

[pre-story]A new chapter of Happy Birthday! It's time for John to switch houses, and cousin Cassidy arrives to pick him up, but, as it so often does in the Best family, things get complicated. Not much more to say about this one, honestly. I know it's been a while since I've posted, the full story is up on my patreon if you're curious, I've been unable to write for about a month, but I think I've set up a system that should let me get back to work again, so look forward to more stuff! 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story] 

Happy Birthday, Chapter 10 

Cassidy closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, mentally preparing herself as her finger hovered over the doorbell. In theory, it was a simple transaction. Just a quick ‘Hi, I’m here to pick up John’, then they’d say ‘Great, we were expecting you, here he is’ and then he’d say ‘Hey Cassidy, here I am, completely dressed, let’s go, we don’t want to keep Aunt Amy waiting.’ and then he’d just get in the car and they’d go straight home. But even as she stood there, running through the plan in her head, she could hear a deep, throaty moan coming from the other side of the door. Her shoulders visibly slumped as she let the breath  out with a sigh. Of course, nothing was ever simple when it came to this family...