As always, if you like what you read, [redacted][/pre-story]
Lay On Hands: Chapter 7
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Saturday, October 19, 2019
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
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted][/pre-story]
Lay On Hands: Chapter 7
Saturday, April 20, 2019
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]
[redacted]
Anyways, I hope you enjoy the futa draenei action![/pre-story]
“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.
Saturday, April 13, 2019
Happy Birthday: Ch. 11
[pre-story]The story of Happy Birthday continues! Cassidy and John make their escape from Aunt Christina's house!
If you want more, [redacted] As always, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]
Happy Birthday: Chapter 11
Cassidy slammed the car door shut, perhaps a little harder than necessary, closed her eyes, and let out a sigh of relief she hadn’t realized she’d been holding as John climbed into the passenger seat. It felt like she’d just narrowly escaped a swarm of zombies. Giggling, horny, redheaded zombies. The ABCs were her cousins, they were fun, and she loved them, but they were dangerous, like a walking tornado of tits and asses and very talented fingers. It was all too easy to get swept up in their pace and carried along as they played around, until you suddenly found yourself doing something completely crazy. It had happened to Cassidy more than once, and over the years, the triplets had goaded her into her first lesbian experience, her first experience with anal, and very nearly into actual prostitution.
If you want more, [redacted] As always, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]
Happy Birthday: Chapter 11
Cassidy slammed the car door shut, perhaps a little harder than necessary, closed her eyes, and let out a sigh of relief she hadn’t realized she’d been holding as John climbed into the passenger seat. It felt like she’d just narrowly escaped a swarm of zombies. Giggling, horny, redheaded zombies. The ABCs were her cousins, they were fun, and she loved them, but they were dangerous, like a walking tornado of tits and asses and very talented fingers. It was all too easy to get swept up in their pace and carried along as they played around, until you suddenly found yourself doing something completely crazy. It had happened to Cassidy more than once, and over the years, the triplets had goaded her into her first lesbian experience, her first experience with anal, and very nearly into actual prostitution.
Monday, November 27, 2017
Bibiana's Bargain, P1.
[pre-story]Finally getting to work on actual commissions! Well, at least a little. This is the commission I started on months ago that's been on hold while I work on musings and shorts and such. It was basically like this when I came back to it, I just had to tweak a few things here and there and add a paragraph on the end to cap it off nicely as a 'part one'. Very convenient. No sex just yet, but definitely sexiness, involving a milfy shortstack goblin and a sexy futa demoness.
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted]
Commissioned by the eternally patient Onikumomaru. Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
Bibiana's Bargain, P. 1
There are points in one’s life where one must stop and ask themselves how they arrived at them. As she lay there, hog-tied and helpless, while her master began to chant in some unknowable tongue, the mystical lines and symbols drawn on the cold stone floor with black chalk beginning to glow with a sickly purple light, Bibiana found herself at one such point.
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted]
Commissioned by the eternally patient Onikumomaru. Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
Bibiana's Bargain, P. 1
There are points in one’s life where one must stop and ask themselves how they arrived at them. As she lay there, hog-tied and helpless, while her master began to chant in some unknowable tongue, the mystical lines and symbols drawn on the cold stone floor with black chalk beginning to glow with a sickly purple light, Bibiana found herself at one such point.
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
Reunited, P. 1
[pre-story]I decided to try and write something halloweeny, and with a little help, I came up with this idea. Vampire meets succubus, with an interesting twist! No sex in this part, got carried away with the setup bits, as usual. Not sure if I'll end up continuing this at this point, it's well past Halloween and I got actual commissions to work on now...
As always, if you like what you see [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
Reunited, Part 1
He was looking. Good. Without looking at him, Aleksandria shifted on her stool, her long, shapely, legs uncrossing. Black leather knee-high platform boots swung out, her black, thigh-high stockings parting for just a moment, granting just the barest glimpse of the pale, flawless flesh above them, not quite hidden beneath a short, black-on-gray pleated schoolgirl skirt. It lasted only a moment, before she casually swung the other foot up and crossed them the other way. But any trollop could pull off the Basic Instinct tease. Aleksandria was an artist. While his eyes were still on her, she rolled her spine, drawing his eyes up as her slim, corseted midsection pulled against the laces of her top. The movement continued, pushing her chest out to thrust the gloriously full, pale mounds, already presented deliciously by the corset to even greater prominence, the silver charm dangling off her necklace hanging just above the deep valley of her cleavage. Then, the finisher. Her glossy black-painted lips quirked at the corner, a subtle smirk, and she turned her crimson eyes to meet his. Her face was an image of porcelain perfection, pale, flawless, skin with a photoshoot-ready application of dark makeup that made her red eyes smolder. Not a single strand of long, straight, silky black hair was out of place as she turned to look squarely at him, holding his gaze, as she raised a hand, her fingernails painted black, and crooked her finger, gesturing him closer. He was hooked.
He rose from his seat and walked over, trying so hard to look cool and disinterested while still moving as quickly as possible. He was mostly unremarkable, a typical twenty-something goth boy dressed up in a hot topic halloween costume. Easy prey. Her tongue flicked over the points of her fangs inside her mouth. Another night, another horny boy, another easy meal, another day in the eternal life of a vampire… Honestly, the goth boys were getting boring, but unfortunately, there were only so many ‘scenes’ where incredibly-pale skin and red eyes didn’t seem that out of place. Obediently, her evening meal settled in to sit down on the empty bar stool next to her, and she turned to face him.
As she opened her mouth to speak, a new voice suddenly cut her off, bright and girlish and cheery, the sound alone making her bristle like she’d just heard nails on a chalkboard. “Hey there, stud~! Buy a girl a drink?” It asked, and suddenly her prey wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at the slut that suddenly plopped down onto the bar stool on the opposite side. Aleksandria narrowed her eyes.
As always, if you like what you see [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
Reunited, Part 1
He was looking. Good. Without looking at him, Aleksandria shifted on her stool, her long, shapely, legs uncrossing. Black leather knee-high platform boots swung out, her black, thigh-high stockings parting for just a moment, granting just the barest glimpse of the pale, flawless flesh above them, not quite hidden beneath a short, black-on-gray pleated schoolgirl skirt. It lasted only a moment, before she casually swung the other foot up and crossed them the other way. But any trollop could pull off the Basic Instinct tease. Aleksandria was an artist. While his eyes were still on her, she rolled her spine, drawing his eyes up as her slim, corseted midsection pulled against the laces of her top. The movement continued, pushing her chest out to thrust the gloriously full, pale mounds, already presented deliciously by the corset to even greater prominence, the silver charm dangling off her necklace hanging just above the deep valley of her cleavage. Then, the finisher. Her glossy black-painted lips quirked at the corner, a subtle smirk, and she turned her crimson eyes to meet his. Her face was an image of porcelain perfection, pale, flawless, skin with a photoshoot-ready application of dark makeup that made her red eyes smolder. Not a single strand of long, straight, silky black hair was out of place as she turned to look squarely at him, holding his gaze, as she raised a hand, her fingernails painted black, and crooked her finger, gesturing him closer. He was hooked.
He rose from his seat and walked over, trying so hard to look cool and disinterested while still moving as quickly as possible. He was mostly unremarkable, a typical twenty-something goth boy dressed up in a hot topic halloween costume. Easy prey. Her tongue flicked over the points of her fangs inside her mouth. Another night, another horny boy, another easy meal, another day in the eternal life of a vampire… Honestly, the goth boys were getting boring, but unfortunately, there were only so many ‘scenes’ where incredibly-pale skin and red eyes didn’t seem that out of place. Obediently, her evening meal settled in to sit down on the empty bar stool next to her, and she turned to face him.
As she opened her mouth to speak, a new voice suddenly cut her off, bright and girlish and cheery, the sound alone making her bristle like she’d just heard nails on a chalkboard. “Hey there, stud~! Buy a girl a drink?” It asked, and suddenly her prey wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at the slut that suddenly plopped down onto the bar stool on the opposite side. Aleksandria narrowed her eyes.
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
Musing: Dibella's Blessing
[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, finally continuing the story of the futa dragonborn! [redacted] Anyways, enjoy! There's plenty more story to come![/pre-story]
Dibella's Blessing
The three priestesses shared a glance as they held their robes closed for a moment, each one bearing a very different expression. The small breton, Senna, as the dragonborn would later learn, wore an eager, mischievous grin on her almost childlike face, the glint of lust in her eyes seeming ill-fitting. The wide-hipped redguard, Anwen, had a smoldering, sultry look in her eyes, and a playful smirk on her full lips. The tall, busty nord, Orla, was chewing her lip hesitantly, but her eyes kept flicking over to the dragonborn’s magnificent body, lingering on that superior shaft. Hamal cleared her throat, the high priestess catching the attention of all three for a moment and giving them a reassuring nod. As one, three robes parted and fell, pooling around the priestesses’ ankles, revealing their naked bodies to the dragonborn.
Dibella's Blessing
The three priestesses shared a glance as they held their robes closed for a moment, each one bearing a very different expression. The small breton, Senna, as the dragonborn would later learn, wore an eager, mischievous grin on her almost childlike face, the glint of lust in her eyes seeming ill-fitting. The wide-hipped redguard, Anwen, had a smoldering, sultry look in her eyes, and a playful smirk on her full lips. The tall, busty nord, Orla, was chewing her lip hesitantly, but her eyes kept flicking over to the dragonborn’s magnificent body, lingering on that superior shaft. Hamal cleared her throat, the high priestess catching the attention of all three for a moment and giving them a reassuring nod. As one, three robes parted and fell, pooling around the priestesses’ ankles, revealing their naked bodies to the dragonborn.
Thursday, December 1, 2016
Musing: Tracer's Halloween Party
[pre-story]It's another overwatch-themed patreon musing! This one's for Halloween, and features Symmetra's Vampire skin and Tracer's Punk skin. It's way longer than it's supposed to be, but I think it's definitely worth it. I just kept having more stuff I wanted to include... I didn't have enough room for it all, so I might come back and add a second part later on. Tried some new stuff in this one, toys, hypnotism... is time-play a thing? I think it worked out pretty well. Originally I was just gonna have it be straight-up hypno-dom, but I decided to add in a little bit of hesitance on Sym's part/willingness on Tracer's, because I love me some sappy emotional crap. Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
“Heya, Symm!” Lena called from across the room, stretching up on one toe to wave over the crowd, her bright, cheery expression at odds with her black leather jacket, skull-goggles, and rebellious, pink dyed hair. Her chest-piece glowed, and her form flickered and disappeared, the spunky girl reappearing across the room, directly in front of her friend, a trail of blue weaving through the crowd behind her. “I’m glad you made it! I wasn’t sure you were gonna show, you know, ‘cause you don’t like parties much and all that, but you’re here!” She babbled, excitedly, spreading her arms wide and leaning in for a hug, only to abruptly stop, teetering on tiptoe a moment from hugging, remembering how Symmetra didn’t really like to be touched without warning.
Symmetra’s pale grey lips curled into a soft smile. “Hello, Lena.” She replied, cool and calm and collected, a stark contrast to Lena’s bubbly, overflowing energy. She leaned into the hug, giving the british girl a soft squeeze which she eagerly returned, before straightening up again, breaking the hug after only a moment. “I simply couldn’t miss one of your famous Halloween parties.” She replied.
Tracer grinned, stepping back to let her eyes roam up and down Symmetra’s body. Her costume looked much like her usual outfit, with a few key differences. For one, her usually-soft-brown skin had turned a pale grey from head to toe, and her usual blue and white outfit was black and red instead, her thigh-high stockings decorated with angular bats. Her eyes had changed, too, from rich brown to deep crimson. Her body was lovely as always, a modest, but proud chest, slender waist, round hips, and long, shapely legs. But there was something else, too, something subtle about the way she stood, the way she moved, a different sort of confidence, something almost...sultry.
“Heya, Symm!” Lena called from across the room, stretching up on one toe to wave over the crowd, her bright, cheery expression at odds with her black leather jacket, skull-goggles, and rebellious, pink dyed hair. Her chest-piece glowed, and her form flickered and disappeared, the spunky girl reappearing across the room, directly in front of her friend, a trail of blue weaving through the crowd behind her. “I’m glad you made it! I wasn’t sure you were gonna show, you know, ‘cause you don’t like parties much and all that, but you’re here!” She babbled, excitedly, spreading her arms wide and leaning in for a hug, only to abruptly stop, teetering on tiptoe a moment from hugging, remembering how Symmetra didn’t really like to be touched without warning.
Symmetra’s pale grey lips curled into a soft smile. “Hello, Lena.” She replied, cool and calm and collected, a stark contrast to Lena’s bubbly, overflowing energy. She leaned into the hug, giving the british girl a soft squeeze which she eagerly returned, before straightening up again, breaking the hug after only a moment. “I simply couldn’t miss one of your famous Halloween parties.” She replied.
Tracer grinned, stepping back to let her eyes roam up and down Symmetra’s body. Her costume looked much like her usual outfit, with a few key differences. For one, her usually-soft-brown skin had turned a pale grey from head to toe, and her usual blue and white outfit was black and red instead, her thigh-high stockings decorated with angular bats. Her eyes had changed, too, from rich brown to deep crimson. Her body was lovely as always, a modest, but proud chest, slender waist, round hips, and long, shapely legs. But there was something else, too, something subtle about the way she stood, the way she moved, a different sort of confidence, something almost...sultry.
Monday, March 7, 2016
Musing- My Little Clopfic
“Rainbow, what are you-” Fluttershy asked in her soft, gentle voice, surprised by her friend’s sudden shove, her words cut off as her back softly hit the rough bark of a convenient tree. Immediately, the sapphire-skinned pony’s body was pressed tight against hers, pinning her to the tree, their faces just inches apart, her firm, perky tits mashed against Fluttershy’s massive, mouth-watering watermelons, azure nipples poking into the soft, sensitive flesh. “...Oh, my.” Fluttershy breathed in surprise, eyes going wide as they saw the look in her friend's eyes. The rainbow-maned pony wasted no time, one talented hand coming up, fingers sinking into one of her plush, pillowy breasts, thumb and forefinger unerringly seeking out her nipple and giving it a sharp tweak. Fluttershy squeaked with surprise at the sudden intensity of the sensation. Her thighs twitched, trying to squeeze together as the sensation made her slit hum with excitement, but found their movement blocked by a well-placed athletic knee, keeping her legs apart. The reason became apparent as she felt a second hand on her skin, sliding down over her embarrassingly chubby tummy.
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