Partners, Ch. 4

[pre-story] The steamy conclusion of Partners! Finally! [redacted] Anyways, go ahead and enjoy![/pre-story]

Partners: Chapter 4

“Do it.” She half-whispered. “Take me.”

Wordlessly, Gordon pushed. He could feel Elirel’s entrance resist, instinctively refusing to open before the fat, flared crown as he bore down, but it was a futile effort. His abs tightened as the tip of his spear wedged into her entrance, prying her open bit by bit, more and more of his crown disappearing into her with each passing second. Then, with a sudden rush, he was inside her, his blunt crown piercing through her body’s resistance, the first few inches of his shaft following it as it plunged into her gripping channel. He groaned from deep in his chest at the sensation, squeezing his eyes shut. He’d thought she would be tight, but this… this was beyond anything he could have imagined. Her walls squeezed him like a silken vice, every ripple and fold of her hot, wet depths clinging to his thick shaft, twitching and squeezing around him. He froze in place, his mind overwhelmed by the surge of pleasure, struggling to catch up.

Partners, Ch. 3

[pre-story]Now we're getting into the action! 

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

Partners: Chapter 3 

Silence hung over the room for what seemed like an eternity. Gordon simply blinked and stared, stunned by the confession as Elirel swallowed, nervously. “And now I’m just hoping this wasn’t a huge mistake and that I haven’t just ruined everything and-” She began to babble, words pouring out of her in a jumbled stream, faster and faster, until she was abruptly cut off. A long, well-muscled arm emerged from beneath the sheets, suddenly reaching out and hooking the petite elf around the back of the neck and yanking her forward suddenly. She tumbled over, falling onto the bed on top of Gordon, the smiling red-haired warrior pulling her face down to his. Their lips met with an electric jolt, it was like years of pent-up tension were released in an instant, crackling between them as the connection finally closed. The little elf went board-stiff, her eyes wide with surprise, then slowly melted, her tension slipping away as the human’s powerful limbs wrapped around her in a warm embrace.

Partners, Ch. 2

[pre-story]The saga continues! Not much to report, other than that I've finished another chapter of By The Horns, which'll be going up once I finish posting this story. In the meantime, enjoy! As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][pre-story]

Partners: Chapter 2

Elirel stormed upstairs to her room, slamming the door behind her, her fists and jaw clenched. She just couldn’t relax. For hours, she paced the room in a silent rage, occasionally stoking the fires of her anger with swigs of wine straight from the bottle, her mind whirring with the same questions over and over. How could he be so blind, so oblivious, so incredibly, impossibly dense? Three years! Three years and he’d never realized she was a woman!? How could he just not notice?! More than half the bottle of wine was gone by the time the flames of anger to finally burned themselves out, and she was left feeling… empty. Drained. Her pacing slowed, then stopped, and with a heavy sigh, she dropped to a seat on the edge of her bed. Her eyes flicked up, looking across the room, settling on his bed. Or, what would have been his bed, if she hadn’t kicked him out. She felt a knot form in her chest at the thought, no less than a dozen confusing emotions all tangled together.

Partners, Ch. 1

[pre-story]So! As I was agonizing about being unable to finish the current By The Horns chapter in time to get paid, I remembered I had this- I actually submitted this to the Sex & Sorcery 2 collection as a single huge chapter like two years ago, (you can still see the whole thing in there if you can't wait for more) and in looking back at my emails, I was technically free to do whatever I wanted with it as of last April. So, here it is, finally, for everyone to enjoy! 

I decided to break it up into four parts, because, as I said, it's kinda huge, and also, this will buy me some time so I won't be desperately scrambling to get the current stuff done in a rush. I'm not quite sure on the release schedule for the rest of it, yet, but it'll probably be, like, one chapter every two weeks? Sooner, if I suddenly start making good progress on the patron-requested stories I'm currently working on. It might be nice to actually have, like, a buffer of finished stories instead of always trying to rush. 

Anyways, this is a much more emotional and story-heavy than a lot of my other stuff lately. No sexiness in this part, but I think it's pretty funny. A human warrior learns something new about his elven partner, and things get heated. As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Enjoy![/pre-story]


Partners: Chapter 1 

The Sultry Sorceress Tavern was packed, tonight. It was rarely all that quiet, but tonight, the handful of townsfolk that were regulars found themselves amid a crowd of at least a dozen outsiders, strangers of strange descriptions. A mature, full-figured beauty with long, flowing dark hair tended the bar, pouring and mixing drinks one after another, just barely managing to keep up with the orders coming in. A trio of buxom barmaids bustled around the room bearing trays full of drinks and empty mugs, all three dark-haired and bearing a striking resemblance to the bartender, even the halfling. A gnome with unnaturally colorful hair and tie-dyed robes had climbed up to sit on the edge of the stage where the local bard played, a pint in one hand as he sang along with surprising skill, though his words had a bit of a slur to them.  A muscular, heavily-scarred orc wearing what looked like alligator hide leaned against a wall, arms crossed under her impressive emerald bust as she eyed one of the human barmaids wolfishly. A dwarf in flowing silk robes sat at the bar, looking painfully bored a snifter of brandy in one hand. Beside him, three humans argued emphatically about weapons, the dark-skinned bald man with a braided goatee touting the sheer power of a hammer, the fair-skinned blonde woman with her hair in a bun extolling the virtues of a fine blade in well-trained hands, and the freckle-faced male with curly copper hair claiming spears to be severely underrated.

The Full Moon Lounge, Ch. 2

[pre-story]It continues! The game draws to its thrilling conclusion! Tensions run high!

Not much more to say- As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Enjoy![/pre-story]

The Full Moon Lounge: Chapter 2 

Ara’s wicked grin grew a little wider as he looked around the table. He was practically drinking in the tension that hung in the air, that moment of uncertainty before the cards hit the table, committing the faces of the girls across the table to memory so he could better savor they way they twisted and shifted as the hands were played. “Alright, ladies- let’s see what ya’ll got.” Ara drawled, breaking the tension and spurring them to motion.

Musing: Emerald Trade (Part 1)

[pre-story]A patreon musing! So, I love goblins-as-shortstacks, and then I saw some art of a muscled goblin babe, and I thought, huh, that's cool, hey, maybe hobgoblins are, like, regular goblins, just with a genetic trait that makes them super-buff? And then I wanted to write a sexy goblin shortstack and a muscled goblin amazon and then here we are. I was expecting this to get straight to the sex, but as seems to happen so often with me, I got too deep into the setup and it's over before I know it. So, actual sex will have to wait for the next installment. I also got to include a reference to Ba'Ahram in there, so that was fun. Enjoy!

Side note: If a short and busty babe is called a shortstack, is a short and muscular babe called a shortslab? Is that a thing? Can it be?[pre-story]

Andor let out a quiet groan, his head throbbing painfully.

“Look, he’s waking up!” an unfamiliar, feminine voice called out.

Slowly, Andor’s eyelids opened, only to squint blearily against the light filtering through the canopy above. He was on his back on the forest floor, but he didn’t remember lying down…He tried to shift and push himself up, only to feel something rough biting into his wrists and his head give another painful throb. “Wha-?” He mumbled, confused, struggling to get his bearings. He’d been out hunting. He’d bagged a couple rabbits, but nothing really impressive. He’d been heading home, and then… blackness.

“Don’t bother struggling. You’re not gonna slip the knots.” Came a second voice, deeper than the first, but still clearly feminine.

Blinking away the bleariness, Andor forced his eyes open, catching sight of the scene before him. The sky beyond the leaves and branches above was just turning orange with the first hints of sunset. A small campfire crackled merrily just a few paces away, the rabbits he’d caught already skinned, cleaned, and roasting on sticks over the open flames. “Hey, those are-” He began to object, when he finally took note of the two figures staring down at him and fell silent.

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.

By The Horns: Ch. 3

[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with another chapter of By The Horns! Well, it's finally done! I'd have thought a story like this would pretty much write itself, but seem it's a little harder than I was giving it credit for. I'd say the final product's worth it, though. Anyways, let me know what you think in the comments! Also, sorry this is a day late, I kinda forgot this was supposed to go up yesterday... ^^;
Remember, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Chapter 3: A Duo’s Desires

Silvermoon City shone like a jewel in the light of the afternoon sun, the entire city gleaming brilliant gold, pale ivory, and vivid crimson. The Sun’s golden rays filtered down through an impossible skyline, towering ornate spires and levitating buildings casting long shadows on the immaculate streets below. It was a city of mystic marvels, from animated street-sweeping brooms, to giant floating emeralds, to the elegant yet formidable arcane guardians that patrolled alongside its guards. But even its most grandiose features paled in comparison to the glorious sight of Sunfury Spire, the immense ivory-and-gold royal palace towering over the lesser spires like a monarch in its own right. It was a thing of beauty, enormous and opulent, bearing the finest and most spectacular architectural flourishes and crowned with massive, gleaming gold wings. Among all the wondrous and beautiful sights of Azeroth, truly, Silvermoon City was the crowning jewel. An island of beauty, peace, and luxury in a raging sea of war, brutality, and chaos.

“Ugh, this city is the worst. So boring!” Elaana lamented with an exaggerated roll of her brilliantly glowing emerald-green eyes.

By The Horns: Ch. 3 [Preview]

[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with a new chapter preview! It's finally done! You'd think a story like this would write itself, but it seems I didn't give it enough credit. I'd say the final product's worth it, though!

[redacted][/pre-story]

Chapter 3: A Duo’s Desires

Silvermoon City shone like a jewel in the light of the afternoon sun, the entire city gleaming brilliant gold, pale ivory, and vivid crimson. The Sun’s golden rays filtered down through an impossible skyline, towering ornate spires and levitating buildings casting long shadows on the immaculate streets below. It was a city of mystic marvels, from animated street-sweeping brooms, to giant floating emeralds, to the elegant yet formidable arcane guardians that patrolled alongside its guards. But even its most grandiose features paled in comparison to the glorious sight of Sunfury Spire, the immense ivory-and-gold royal palace towering over the lesser spires like a monarch in its own right. It was a thing of beauty, enormous and opulent, bearing the finest and most spectacular architectural flourishes and crowned with massive, gleaming gold wings. Among all the wondrous and beautiful sights of Azeroth, truly, Silvermoon City was the crowning jewel. An island of beauty, peace, and luxury in a raging sea of war, brutality, and chaos.

“Ugh, this city is the worst. So boring!” Elaana lamented with an exaggerated roll of her brilliantly glowing emerald-green eyes.

“Ugh, I know, right?” Zalaana agreed.

The Dawnspear twins descended the ramp from Sunfury Spire to the Court of the Sun in unison, a pair of nearly-identical young blood elves, radiantly beautiful in an effortless, almost-too-perfect way. They had the same pale, flawless skin; the same slender, graceful build; the same elegant, refined facial features; the same silky, golden-blonde hair; the same glowing, emerald-green eyes; the same long, pointed ears, decorated with the matching sets of emerald studs along their length. Their makeup matched too, their full lips painted the same shade of vivid, eye-catching crimson, their eyes expertly accented to give their gaze a sultry smolder. They even dressed identically, though that was more the school’s fault for requiring uniforms than it was theirs. They wore glossy black school shoes over white knee-high sock that left the contours of their long, shapely legs bare; red pleated skirts that wrapped tight around their tiny waists and hung off their generous hips and tight, round butts; and white button-up tops, left unbuttoned just enough to flash tantalizing glimpses of their ripe, blossoming breasts, easily the two most impressive sets in the school. The only way to tell the two apart was their hair, Elaana’s trimmed at jaw-length and neatly styled, while Zalaana’s was kept long and pulled back into a ponytail, leaving just enough free to elegantly frame her face. 

“Nothing happens here! It’s always the same, home, then school, then the bar, then home again, over and over and over…” Elaana continued to complain as her sister nodded along to the familiar rant. “The same boring classes, the same boring drinks, the same boring boys, the same boring toys…” She listed, letting the words trail off into a heavy sigh as she shook her head and looked to her sister. “I need something new, Z, tonight, or I’m gonna go out of my mind. And then you’re gonna have to take care of your poor insane sister until I die of the crazies.” She lamented, putting her the back of her hand to her forehead in a melodramatic ‘woe-is-me’ gesture. 

Zalaana smirked for a moment. “I love you, sis, but I’d have a pillow on your face within a week.” She replied, chuckling softly and shaking her head for a moment. She put on a thoughtful expression. “Hmmm… How about Professor Firehawk?” She suggested.

Elaana shook her head. “He’s boring too. He was fun at first, but now it just doesn’t have the same thrill…” She sighed.

Zalaana frowned. “Yeah, the divorce kinda ruined it…” She muttered, looking thoughtful again for a moment before her face brightened suddenly. “Oh, that shipment from pandaria should be here! We could head home and try some of them out while Mom and Dad are away…”  She offered, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Elaana sighed again, looking into space for a moment before answering. “...I dunno. Fingers, tongues, and toys are nice, but I’m in the mood for something more...male, you know?” She asked, looking back at her sister.

Zalaana nodded, frowning a little. “Yeah, I get it… Well, we could always go to The Sanctum. I bet a Felguard would scratch that itch nicely…” She suggested, grinning.

Elaana smirked slightly, but didn’t look hopeful. “Tempting… but I’d bet they’re booked solid by now.” She digressed, tone sinking with disappointment.

Zalaana narrowed her eyes at her moping sibling. “Well, we’re not gonna find out standing here! Come on!” She chided, grabbing Elaana by the dainty, manicured hand and pulling her along toward the shadowy archway on the far side of the Court of the Sun.

The arched entrance to the covered street loomed like the mouth of a great beast, fittingly, as it led to the city’s shadowy underbelly. Maps and officials still called it Augur’s Row, but the residents knew the dimly-lit and poorly-maintained street by a much more fitting name; Murder Row. Faint blue streetlights lit a boulevard where the city’s fel addicts, drunkards, criminals, and whores all gathered together where they could be conveniently ignored by those in charge. Brooms rarely came through, leaving shards of glass to pile up in the gutters, and guards pretended it didn’t exist. Children were warned to avoid it, but it was rarely spoken of. Ultimately, nearly everyone found themselves walking Murder Row at some point, looking for something unsavory. And if you saw a familiar face while you were there, you just looked the other way, because admitting the meeting meant admitting you were there, too.

The Sanctum was right near the entrance to the row, easily recognizable by the tall, narrow archways shrouded in billowing, transparent midnight blue curtains. An imperious-looking warlock in crimson robes stood by the entrance, his stoic demeanor a sharp contrast to the violet-skinned succubus prancing around in front of him, striking provocative poses for passing men. As the twins approached, the warlock caught sight of them, a look of recognition crossing his face, and grinned. “Welcome back, ladies…” He greeted, sweeping the sheer curtain aside with one arm and gesturing them inside with a small flourish.

Suddenly, the streetlight beside the building was suddenly eclipsed by a looming silhouette. “A-hem.” The figure cleared its throat in a deep, baritone voice, and all three elves looked in its direction at once. Their eyes fell upon an eight-foot square-shouldered wall of gleaming silver and gold armor, crowned with a pair of long, wickedly pointed horns. The figure stepped closer, away from the streetlight, massive, iron-shod hooves clopping on the pavement as the shadows faded away to reveal the tauren’s features in more detail, from his long, braided beard to his scars. His dark-furred brow furrowed as his icy blue eyes regarded the warlock with a look of suspicion. A gauntleted hand rose, coming to rest on the pommel of the mace hanging off his belt, its spherical golden head as large as any one of the elf’s heads. 

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