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. 

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 2

[pre-story]By The Horns continues! Unfortunately, still no sex yet, but soon! The first draft of this one would have required a third chapter to complete the setup before we got to any action. As much as it sucks having to throw out a thousand words and start over, this version works MUCH better. 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

By The Horns: Locking Horns, Part 2

As Rhuno’s hands pulled away, Nisha looked down at her hand, and the sack of coins that sat in her palm. It was heavy, surprisingly so, but it made her feel… uneasy.

Nisha’s morning had started with her running to the bathroom before she puked all over the sheets, only to find herself completely clueless as to how she’d gotten there, with almost no memory of the night before. She managed to piece together some of it, enough that Rhuno had been able to help her fill in most of the gaps as she got herself cleaned up and dressed. All the while, she’d been silently cursing herself, for not keeping better track of her drinks, for wasting a whole night making conversation when she should have been focused on making money. A whole night, with nothing to show for it, just an empty wallet and a splitting headache. Thankfully, Rhuno had a spell to ease her hangover, and his own. Oddly, though, once they’d finished discussing the events of the night before, Rhuno had gone quiet, awkwardly so. Nisha had simply taken his silence as her que to exit, but when she moved to leave, he’d stopped her, beckoned her close, and handed her the pouch.

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.

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.

Lay On Hands, Ch. 2

[pre-story]I wrote, like, another 1000 words on this before I realized I had to cut it short or else I'd either end up with a 4k+-word block or I'd have to cut it right in the middle of a scene. Anyways, thanks again to the commissioner (the generous and eternally patient Pyrista)!

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


Lay On Hands, Chapter 2

“I hope I didn’t hurt him too bad…” Pyrista muttered, chewing her lip nervously as she slowly walked away from the healing rooms, leaving Rhuno in the hands of the paladins more devoted to the healing arts.

The pale-skinned draenei that had helped to walk the wounded tauren to the healers smiled softly, one arm reaching out to rest lightly on Pyrista’s far shoulder and pull the smaller paladin against her side. The gesture was one of assurance, but considering the snowy-haired paladin had more than three feet of height on her fellow warrior, the movement ended up putting Pyrista’s head against the side of her truly spectacular bust. “Don’t worry about him, he’ll be fine, the holy paladins can patch up almost anything.” She reassured.

By The Horns: Ch. 6, P. 6

[pre-story]Hey all, sorry for the wait! (Potentially) The final part of chapter six is finally here! I'm debating if I should go with a seventh part and have them do anal, or if I should just move on and do the next chapter. But, I'm getting ahead of myself- you've got a story to read! 

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

Test Your Might, Part 6

“Just remember: You asked for this.”

Lien shuddered, feeling Rhuno’s red-hot darksteel shaft throb inside her, reaching impossibly deep inside her womb, long as her forearm and thicker than her wrist. Her hypersensitive walls clung to every fat, vein-marbled inch of tauren bull-cock, letting her feel every contour as her core continued to twitch and spasm in the aftermath of her powerful orgasm. The bull was practically on top of her, one massive, three-fingered hand on her head, grinding the side of her face into the soft undergrowth at the edge of the spring, along with her melon-sized mammaries, as he held her down. Her generously padded ass squished against the tauren behemoth’s granite abs as he held his hips tight against hers, fat balls the size of ripe grapefruit churning with another load of boiling-hot tauren cum as they rested against the back of her thick thighs. Perhaps, if she’d been able to speak properly, she’d have urged him to fuck her hard, challenged him to ravage her womb, to pound her into submission, to pump her belly full of his hot, thick, tauren seed. But for the moment, all she could manage was to give a muffled moan and squirm in the tauren’s grasp, her hips grinding against his as her core rippled around his unyielding length.

That wordless gesture of eagerness, of willing submission, was the last push Rhuno needed to surrender himself to his instincts, to finally unleash the basic, primal impulses he’d been holding back, to let go of the final shred of restraint he had left. His hips pulled back, a sharp tugging sensation deep inside her as the flared ridge of his cockhead pulled through the tight ring of muscle at the mouth of her womb. Her silken walls clung to every inch as it pulled back, like her depth were desperately trying to pull him back in, but he didn’t stop, letting the sensations of her hot, wet inner walls caressing his vein-marbled shaft wash over him, until his entire length was outside her, leaving only the fat, bulbous head inside her entrance. The glistening pillar of coal-black cock throbbed impatiently, veins bulging angrily as it lingered outside her for a mere moment.


Rhuno’s granite abs flexed, and with a huff like a charging bull, his hips slammed forward once more, his shaft a darksteel battering ram that plowed into her rippling depths, stretching and spreading her inner walls around the blunt, helmet-shaped head. It plunged into her, inch after inch, until it met the mouth of her womb once more, the weakened barrier automatically trying to close once more, struggling futilely to hold him back, but only for a moment, before the fearsome weapon shattered its defenses once more and slammed into her womb once again, hammering the pandaren’s deepest depths with its tip as his hips smacked loudly against her thick, juicy ass. Plush, cushioned ass-cheeks quivered with the impact, a ripple of force running through her curvaceous form, her spine arching to absorb the blow, unthinkingly raising her ass higher and presenting that jaw-dropping backside for him.

For Rhuno, it was like coming home. Lien’s toned core gripped his vein-marbled shaft like it was made to sheathe tauren cocks, her silken walls clinging to every inch as they rippled and spasmed around him, almost milking him for his seed, the supple muscle within a stark contrast to the soft, thick, meaty ass that cushioned his savage thrusts. Her wide, round hips begged to be held, to be gripped tight as she’s pounded savagely, as blast after blast of potent cum is poured deep into her womb, as she’s bred like an animal in heat… And for Lien, that pulsing, steely shaft was truly massive inside her, a thick, meaty pillar of coal-black cock, a red-hot spear that burned and bucked inside her, that pierced deep into her womb… She felt impossibly stretched around its girth, her pussy reshaped into a cocksleeve for the titanic bull-cock.

The thick steam that hung over the hot springs muffled the deep growl that rumbled out of Rhuno’s barrel chest, like distant thunder, as Lien’s innermost depths rippled and squeezed around his sensitive shaft. But there was no savoring the sensations, his primal instincts drove him now, spurred him on, pushed him to keep going, and his body obeyed. His hips pulled back, and Lien let out a shuddering moan of her own as the flared ridge of his head tugged at every fold of her pussy. Inch after glistening inch of nectar-soaked tauren cock emerged from the pandaren’s stretched lower lips. There was no pause this time, no hesitation, only a sudden tug as his hips pulled back, winding up before his entire body lunged forward, every muscle in his hulking form working as one to drive every last inch of darksteel cock deep into the pandaren’s womb in a single thrust. His hips slammed into hers with all his strength, driving the air from her lungs in a throaty scream of ecstasy and forcing her spine to arch as the force of the blow lifted her paws off the ground, legs twitching helplessly and toes curling uncontrollably under the hot spring’s waters as he slammed his hips against her thick ass.

As Rhuno began to move once more, drawing a full foot of steely tauren shaft out of Lien’s gripping, hungry depths, before slamming it back in, over and over, hips pounding against her cushioned backside with each brutal thrust, time seemed to blur. The two lost themselves in the pleasure, surrendering their minds and bodies to the ecstasy that surged through them with each collision of their hips, the rhythmic pounding of flesh on flesh the only sign of time’s movement. The cloud of steam that hung over them silenced the world beyond it, isolating the two in a timeless bubble of carnal pleasure. Neither knew how long it had been, but neither cared, not wanting the pleasure to end. Scant hours ago, they were strangers, then unexpected allies, then two travelers sharing a camp, and then lovers, but in this moment, this hazy, timeless space shared by the two of them alone, they were animals, rutting beasts, having given up their rational minds to their instincts, surrendered wholly to the primal impulse to mate… to breed.

Rhuno felt that instinct grew stronger and stronger with each thrust of his hips, each surge of sensation, each trembling spasm of Lien’s inner walls that squeezed and milked at his throbbing shaft, her womb hungry for his seed. A sort of pressure began to build and build in his core, a molten sea of white-hot pleasure boiling up inside him. There was no fighting it, not after his release had been denied and delayed so long. Rhuno was a towering figure, a mountain of granite muscle with a will of iron, a paladin who stood his ground against dragons and titans, who endured in the face of horrors that drove men mad and wounds that would have killed lesser men… But this, he could not endure, and that mountain of tauren muscle shuddered, a deep, ragged groan rising out of his chest, heralding a volcanic eruption that rocked him to his core.

Lien’s moans suddenly rose an octave as Rhuno’s darksteel shaft swelled even thicker, that red-hot pillar of tauren cock throbbing and bucking violently inside her womb. His hips hammered against hers even faster, and she was helpless to resist, her training abandoning her, her finely-tuned muscles spasming as each thrust of that monstrous cock sent electric sensations shooting through her. With each dull impact deep in her womb, her toes curled, her legs twitched uselessly, her core spasmed, her eyelids fluttered, and she clawed at the soft earth underneath her, blunt claws leaving long furrows. Her mind was a raging storm of ecstasy, a whirling, swirling infinity, the endless storm punctuated only by dancing arcs of hot electric sensation. Any rational thoughts that struggled to form amid the chaos were swiftly torn asunder by the raging winds or fried by arcs of electricity. But while her mind was lost in the storm, her body still knew what was coming, on some deep, primal level, and it knew what to do.

Rhuno’s cock throbbed violently, thick veins bulging, his heart pounding in his barrel chest as it struggled to keep up with the demands of the monstrous organ and the needs of the slabs of muscle that strained again and again to drive every last inch of cock into Lien’s eager pussy. Lien’s eyes rolled back in their sockets as her core suddenly clamped down around the red-hot shaft invading her womb, her innermost walls trembling as the action ground every raw, sensitive nerve against the thick shaft that continued to piston in and out of her depths, amplifying her pleasure. The sudden pressure around his shaft was all it took to set Rhuno off. His hips slammed forward, planting every last inch of his shaft deep inside Lien, his blunt tip hot and pulsing against the silken walls of Lien’s womb. Suddenly, he doubled over, his broad, muscular chest falling forward until it pressed flush against the pandaren’s back, his hands abandoning their places on her head and hips, powerful, muscular limbs suddenly wrapping around her chest and stomach in a tight, almost crushing, but unbelievably warm, embrace.

Time seemed to slow as their bodies pressed close together. A groan rose from deep in Rhuno’s chest, and Lien could feel the deep rumble of it against her back as it escaped his lips, inches from her ear, the feeling of his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine. His overstuffed sack tightened, straining to lift the combined weight of the twin grapefruit-sized orbs within, his fat balls churning against the back of her thighs as they prepared to unleash their potent contents. The mouth of Lien’s womb clamped around his shaft like a vice as her depths spasmed uncontrollably, hungry for the tauren’s seed. She didn’t have long to wait, Rhuno felt the eruption begin, every powerful slab of muscle in his body trembling as the knot of white hot pleasure in his core exploded, a fireball of ecstasy that consumed his very being, as his molten seed boiled up from deep inside him.

Lien could feel the long tube running along the underside of his mammoth member swell as a surge of thick tauren seed coursed up its length, she could feel it pushing into her, deeper and deeper, feel it stalled by the seal that the mouth of her womb maintained around his shaft, she felt the pressure build for half a moment, then felt it explode forward once again, overpowering the final barrier in its way as it surged toward the blunt tip of the bull’s fearsome weapon. Rhuno’s cock bucked inside her womb like an angry bull trying to throw its rider as it fired its first blast of white-hot tauren seed directly into the silken back wall of her womb. It struck her core with the force of a tiny fist, pouring into her like molten gold, boiling hot, thick, and sticky, it clung to her walls even as it flooded her womb. Now, it was Lien’s turn to buck, her claws ripping handfuls of small ferns from the earth as she arched her spine and threw her head back against the bull’s shoulder, her eyes rolling up into her head as her mouth fell open and her tongue lolled out, a ragged moan, almost violent, tore out of her, a husky, wordless scream of pure ecstasy, as her second orgasm struck her like a bolt of lightning. White-hot electric ecstasy shot up her spine like it was a lightning rod, thousands upon thousands of dancing arcs of pure pleasure branching off to race along every nerve in her body, making every muscle spasm as the current reached her mind and everything went white for a moment.

Rhuno’s eyes squeezed shut as he came, and came, and came, Lien’s core spasming and squeezing wildly around his shaft as she came hard. After being edged and denied release again and again, his balls were full to bursting, it just didn’t stop. Normally, it surged forth in spurts, one womb-filling blast after another, but this… it was more like he’d turned on a firehose. Thick, boiling tauren seed sprayed into Lien’s womb in a constant, finger-thick stream, relentlessly splattering against the back wall of her womb with all the power and heat of dragonfire, the pressure barely weakening between the throbs of his darksteel bull-cock. In an instant, her womb was completely filled, soaked with Rhuno’s potent seed, and with each passing second, the tauren stuffed more and more and more into her sacred depths, her womb stretching in a way she’d never thought possible as it struggled to contain the sloshing, churning, boiling-hot load. He could feel pressure on the arm wrapped around her stomach as it swelled with the sheer volume of seed he poured into her, and then he felt her womb overflow, the trembling barrier no longer able to contain it all, a gush of his own pearly seed escaping around his girth. It flooded into her pussy, more and more and more each time her barrier spasmed, thick bull-cum soon coating every ripple and fold of her innermost walls as they continued to quiver with pleasure. Soon, it was too much to contain altogether, and as her walls clamped down, they forced a surge of pearly seed out around the base of his coal-black shaft, his thick seed mingling with her own sweet nectar as they ran down his churning balls and matted the fur on both of their thighs, before finally dripping into the hotspring below.

Time was lost to the two of them as their bodies pressed tight together, sharing this endless instant of raw, primal satisfaction as their bodies sang with ecstasy having fulfilled their deepest, most fundamental drive- to mate. But all things do end, eventually, and as the relentless flow of hot cum pouring into Lien’s womb tapered off from a river to a stream to a trickle, so too did the all-consuming ecstasy of their shared orgasms, leaving the pair drained, panting and sweaty as they lay, limply, together. Rhuno’s powerful arms stayed wrapped around Lien, wordlessly holding her in his embrace as the mind-numbing pleasure gave way to the lingering warmth of afterglow.

“Mmmmhhhhm~” Lien purred with satisfaction as she managed to lift her head off the ground, eyes still half-lidded, unconsciously rubbing her neck against the tauren’s broad shoulder as he lay on top of her. “That was... amazing~...” She added, with a happy sigh, then shifted a little underneath him. “You’re a little heavy though…”
Rhuno smiled, dreamily, eyes still closed. “Mhm…” He hummed in reply. It seemed to take him a moment to process her final statement, but after a second or two, his eyes cracked open in surprise. “Oh! Sorry.” He muttered, one arm unwrapping from around her stomach to plant flat on the edge of the spring, the other continuing to hold her body against his as he pushed them both halfway upright, the motion making their hips shift and drawing a short, sharp gasp from Lien as his shaft levered inside her overstuffed womb.
“Sorry, but you were crushing the girls a little.” She explained, paws coming up to gently massage her own breasts. She rolled her hips against his slightly, and let out a soft moan as his shaft shifted inside her once more. “Mh! I can’t beleive you’re still hard… after all this…” She mutters, gesturing to her stomach, slightly swollen with the sheer amount of cum pumped into her womb.
“I can.” Rhuno replied with a playful growl, his free hand coming up to rest his large, calloused palm atop her own hand, blunt fingers closing around her soft, pillowy breast and giving it a gentle squeeze, his shaft throbbing inside her. “How could I not be with such a beauty before me?” He asked.
“Mmmm~, I don’t know if my pussy can handle another load like that…” She muttered, giving a small laugh, though she had to admit, the longer he stayed inside her, hard as steel, the more tempting the prospect sounded…
Rhuno’s grin widened, and he leaned his head down, his lips by her ear. “Well, then… Maybe I should find somewhere else to put the next one…” He whispered, hotly, into her ear, as he gently ground his hips forward, pressing his hips against her cushioned ass.

Lien’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment as she let out a soft gasp, feeling him move inside her once more, but her expression soon softened, eyes half-lidded, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth and she chewed her lower lip, thoughtfully.

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. 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.

Lay On Hands, Ch. 1

[Pre-Story]Time to start a new series! To clarify something important for you: While Rhuno is in this story, it's not a story ABOUT Rhuno. This is a story about Pyrista, draenei paladin, and her horse-cock-futa wife, Rylinne. Commissioned by the eponymous Pyrista! This is more prologue than anything, but things'll start to heat up soon enough! Enjoy!

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

Lay On Hands, Chapter 1

Rhuno Sunheart’s iron-shod hooves scraped across the bare stone floor as he sank into a combat stance, the tauren’s massive, silver-and-gold-armored frame lowering as he braced himself. On one arm, he bore his sheild, a massive disk of silver, large enough for an orc to stand behind it barely peek over the top, with a gleaming golden sun-disk at its center, thin rays of gold extending outward in all directions, running all the way to the rim. With a flick of his wrist, he gripped the handle of his mace and brought it up, calloused, three-fingered hand closing around a steel shaft as thick as a man’s forearm and raising the head, a golden orb the size of a watermelon, like it weighed nothing at all. His sapphire eyes narrowed, peering through the slit of his helmet as he looked over the edge of the enormous shield at his opponent. “Are you ready?” He asked, an eager grin spreading across his lips, thankfully hidden by his helm.

By The Horns: Ch. 6, P. 5

[pre-story]Things just keep getting hotter in the hot springs! One could even say 'steamy'! Though, if Lien keeps pushing, she might just find herself in hot water.... 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Enjoy![/pre-story]


Test Your Might: Part 5

Lien’s wide, rounded hips rolled with every stride as she waded her way to the water’s edge. She didn’t have to look, she could feel Rhuno’s gaze burning on her jiggling, bountiful backside, the dark-furred tauren entranced by the hypnotic sway. If there were ever such a thing as the perfect ass, hers might be it. It was enormous, but perfectly-shaped, her broad hips supporting twin hemispheres of thick, juicy ass, the sheer bounty of her plump rear squishing them together just a little. The pattern of her fur only emphasized its size, the black fur on her legs shifting abruptly to white at the middle of her plush thighs, the stark contrast making her gloriously round ass stand out all the more, like all-natural thigh-high stockings, and a short, stubby little black tail emerged from her tailbone, drawing the eye to that impossibly soft-yet-firm ass. When she reached the ledge at the water’s edge, she glanced back over her shoulder with a teasing smirk and leaned forward, planting her hands on the ground and pushing her hips back, stubby tail wiggling excitedly as her divine ass was thrust to even greater prominence, the twin moons parting slightly, her feet together, thighs squeezed tight, giving it an irresistible heart shape.

By The Horns: Ch. 6, P. 4

[pre-story]Alright, finally! Between writer's block and distractions, this took FOREVER. But here it is! By The Horns continues, and Rhuno and Lien finally get down to business! They're not done yet, though! Anyways, enjoy!

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

Test Your Might, Part 4

All Rhuno had to do was just… push his hips forward. Lien’s paws gripped the base of his mammoth member firmly, guiding the fat head of his coal-black shaft toward her wide-open mouth. It landed on her tongue, heavy, hot, and delicious, his musky, salty flavor once more spreading across her taste buds much like the tingling, magical warmth spread through it. The soft pink muscle guided the beastly shaft forward until it once more pushed its blunt crown against her dark lips, and the pandaren’s jaws began to spread wider once more, her lips soon stretched tight around his sheer girth as the fat knob popped past them, filling her mouth completely. It probed at the entrance to her throat, its warmth already relaxing the rings of muscle. 

Bibiana's Bargain, P. 3

[pre-story]Glorious girly goblin goodness and ferocious futa fiend fun!

As always, if you like that you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Bibiana’s Bargain, Part 3

The baron’s bedroom- well, Bibiana’s bedroom, now- was as richly appointed as one might expect. The baron had filled the space with reminders of his own wealth and power, gold, silver, jewels, exotic woods, and portraits of himself, looking significantly taller, thinner, and with more hair than the reality Bibiana was more familiar with. A magic fireplace burned eternally at one end of the room, filling the space with warmth and making the riches around the room gleam and sparkle. Above the mantle hung a wyvern’s head, its scaly maw frozen in an eternal, ferocious snarl, far more menacing than the sleeping expression it’d worn when his hired mage had stopped its heart. And, of course, what luxuriously appointed bedroom would be complete without an opulent bed? A massive four-poster bed sat in the middle of the space, big enough to sleep a dozen goblins easily, covered in wine-red sheets of finest silk, with matching gauzy curtains tied to the posts at each corner.

FOR BOOTY! P. 1

[pre-story]There's an odd story about this one. I was complaining on discord about getting stuck in my writing, and somebody randomly suggested writing about pirates, and all at once, the image of Erika the Red popped into my head, fully formed, crashing through the dungeon wall where Bibiana and the demoness are having their fun. So, now I have to write about her. 

This is just part one, I absolutely intend to continue this, I have a whole character arc and some themes planned out, so look forward to that, and enjoy!

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


FOR BOOTY! Part 1

In a single moment, the quiet, sterile atmosphere of the First Ohio Credit Union lobby was shattered as the entire building suddenly shook with a massive impact. The exterior wall cracked, buckled, and crumbled, the mortar between the cinderblocks giving way, posters of smiling people talking about loan rates suddenly buried in rubble as a massive, wooden object plowed through the wall. Somebody screamed, and the winding line of people waiting for a teller broke apart as they scrambled away from the shattered wall, knocking over stanchions and tripping over the retractable ropes linking them together. The object came to a stop, and for a moment, there was silence as everyone in the bank collectively struggled to comprehend what they were looking at. The prow of a wooden ship had plowed through the wall, complete with a figurehead, the image of a naked, extremely curvy woman looming over the crowd of stunned patrons. This was made all the more confusing by the fact that  there wasn’t even a LAKE for miles around, let alone an ocean suitable for such a ship.

Bibiana's Bargain: P.2

[pre-story]Finally getting around to make some progress on that long, long-overdue commission from the eternally patient Onikumomaru. Bibiana finally gets to work serving her new mistress!
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Bibiana's Bargain, Part 2

The demoness raised a violet hand in a graceful gesture, fingers curling in a fluid come hither motion. “Come closer, my little priestess. Let me get a closer look at my new servant.” She purred, her voice rich and sweet, but with a hint of danger behind it, like the bait for a trap.

“Oui, mistress.” Bibiana murmured obediently straightened up and strode forward obediently, her eyes downcast, careful not to meet her new mistress’ red-glowing eyes, though the hot crimson light that poured from them wasn’t on her face… It roamed down her green-skinned body like a searchlight, lingering on her heavy, milk-laden breasts, her forest green nipples stiffening under the warmth of the demoness’ gaze. It slid down over her soft midsection to the explosive swell of her meaty hips and thick thighs as they rolled and jiggled uncontrollably with each step, on the small, neatly-trimmed patch of thick, dark hair between her juicy thighs that sat above her smooth-shaven nether-lips like a sign, inviting one in for a closer look. Bibiana stopped two paces away from the demoness, folding her hands in front of her, head lowered slightly, demurely waiting for her next order as she had done so often through her life.

“Don’t look at the ground, look at me.” The demoness chided, and Bibiana raised her head, a vague look of confusion on her face as she met her mistress’ burning gaze. The light made her eyes water a little. “I am not your owner, you are not my pet, you are my priestess and I am your goddess. You do not merely serve me, you worship me. I demand your attention, your adoration, your service, at all times.” She explained, her voice firm and commanding, and yet still rich and sweet. “You should not wait passively for my orders, you should actively be seeking to please and praise me. You understand?” She asked, arching a narrow black eyebrow.

Bibana nodded, swallowing somewhat nervously, her eyes watering more and more intensely. “O-Oui, mistress.” She replied, giving a short, apologetic bow, breaking eye contact to blink away the tears filling her eyes. She couldn’t hold eye contact for very long, but she was still supposed to be looking at her… Bibiana raised her eyes, and swallowed as she took in the sight of her mistresses’ body once again, this time, from much closer. Behind the broken horns rising from her forehead, the violet-skinned demoness’ dark hair was short and spiked up, like tongues of black flame. Her features were beautiful and regal, undeniably feminine and proud. Her body was graceful and impossibly slim, with a waspish waist, but perfectly toned, with a sharply-defined eight-back, not an ounce of fat to be found, except where it counted. Her chest heaved with each breath, each enormous mound easily the size of the mistress’ head and softly wobbling the way only natural breasts could, but they sat high and proud on her narrow chest, casually defying gravity’s pull. Her hips flared out like a shelf, round, yet tight, with soft thighs that were somehow still slender enough to leave room between them for the monster that thrust toward the goblin like a weapon.

It was an intimidating shaft to be certain, longer than the small woman’s forearm and wider than her fist, hard as steel and eternally ready to violate any hole presented before it. The upper side was covered in rubbery, thornlike nubs that would surely tug and tease at every nerve and fold of flesh inside, while the fat cum-tube running along the underside was studded with a dozen gleaming steel barbells spaced along its length. The head tapered to a point, and the ridge bore a frill of backward-facing points that pulsed in time with the throbbing of her shaft, making Bibiana shudder, though out of fear or anticipation, she couldn’t be certain. And below the demonic pillar sat the biggest, fattest, heaviest balls Bibiana has ever seen. They looked like a pair of apples, hanging low in the demoness’ smooth violet sack, and they swayed with every tiny motion of their owner’s body, swaying hypnotically as they sloshed with untold gallons of demonic cum. They were practically obscene! Bibiana had never paid too much attention to her partner’s balls before, but she couldn’t stop staring at those gleaming, weighty spheres as they hung between the demoness’ divine thighs, like ripe mangoes, heavy with sweet nectar. She hadn’t noticed before, but there was a scent, too, a salty, musky odor that filled her nose more intensely with each breath…

Bibiana blinked as she felt something hot and heavy rest on her head and something small and hard press into her forehead. She looked up, and felt the demoness’ monstrously lewd cock fall onto her face, resting heavily across her features, completely covering one eye. Her mouth fell open in surprise, her full, red-stained lips pressed against the underside of the pulsing violet shaft, her mouth watering. She… she hadn’t even realized she was walking forward. Her uncovered eye finally focused, only to see the demoness gazing down at her, a smirk quirking the corner of her elegant black lips as she looked down through the valley between her gravity-defying tits. “You see, now you’re doing it.” She purred.

She was. It was automatic, subconscious, before she even realized she was doing it, her tongue had snaked out between her plush lips and flicked, tentatively, at one of the steel barbells that ran the length of her mistress’ demonic cock. It only barely grazed the violet flesh, but the taste exploded across her tongue, it was salty, musky, and hot, spicy, even, it made the tip of her tongue tingle and burn, but it made her immediately want nothing more than to flatten her entire tongue against the pulsing shaft and give the beast a long, loving lick. Which she did. Her small hands came up, trembling slightly as they gripped the beastly cock on either side, fingers sliding between rubbery nubs on the top as she licked the fat violet shaft again. Every breath filled her lungs with that intoxicating, enchanting scent, and her tongue burned deliciously as it squirmed against the cum-channel, weaving around the gleaming, silvery steel piercings as she dragged the wet pink muscle up the full length of the beast, flicking over the tip as she reached the end.

Bibana moaned weakly as she pulled her lips from the shaft, it was delicious, but she needed more, she needed more of this taste, this scent, she needed to lose herself in it, to drown in the mind-numbing essence of her mistress’ potency… Her eyes locked onto the enormous, swaying cum-canisters between her legs, and she dove forward, burying her face in the demoness’ fat, swollen ballsack. The goblin’s eyelids fluttered and she let out a muffled moan, her red lips parting only to be filled with violet ball-flesh. She pursed her lips and sucked, pulling the loose skin between her lips, rolling her tongue over every wrinkle and fold, the burning, tingling sensations spreading all around the inside of her mouth as she sucked and moaned, her nose entirely buried in the source of the heady musk. The action pulled the hanging sack tight, heaving those enormous balls up until they rested directly on her pillowy-soft, magically-enhanced lips.

If there was one things goblins were known for, besides breeding like rabbits, it was big mouths. Bibiana’s lips parted as the heavy, cum-filled nuts rested on her lips, her jaws opening wider and wider. Her hands moved from her mistress’s fat pillar of a cock to the hefty spheres in front of her, cradling and kneading at the demon’s purple nuts, each one of them easily big enough for two hands. Bibiana moaned again, the sound muffled by the twin globes on her lips and the mouthful of sack already inside her mouth. She felt her jaw pop, and she pulled at the fat orbs in both hands, cramming them into her hungry mouth, her plush, crimson lips stretched into a thin line as the enormous balls popped between them, one, then the other, the demoness’ full package bulging out the little green milf’s cheeks more than she’d thought possible. Her eyes watered with effort and her throat spasmed, her overstuffed cheeks trying to force some of the massive mouthful down into her belly, glistening strands of saliva running from the corners of her mouth as she looked up at her mistress with a look that mixed managed to mix pride and lust as it wordlessly pleaded for the demon’s approval.

The demon smiled, her long snake like tongue slithering out from between her black lips, swirling around them hungrily as she took in the sight of the mature little goblin slut struggling not to choke on her massive nuts, half her little green face hidden beneath her mistress’ violet cock. Purple hands drifted down, to gently alight upon the little goblin’s head, stroking and caressing. One hand cradled one of the goblin’s overstuffed cheeks in its palm, thumb wiping away the tears building up in her eye, while the other slid its fingers through Bibiana’s hair, long, sharp nails grazing her scalp as the demoness stroked her head. “Good~, good~...” She purred, petting the goblin like she might stroke a well-behaved pet. Bibiana felt almost like she should feel insulted, belittled by the gesture, but instead, an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment filled her heart, and with it came a wave of pleasure so strong it made her womanhood twitch and drool and her eyelids flutter. She’d pleased her mistress! A moan tried to rise from her throat, unbidden, but all she managed to go was make a choked gargling noise around the oversized mouthful of demonic nuts.

The demoness’ hands shifted until they suddenly gripped the sides of Bibiana’s head firmly, claw like nails grazing over the back of her skull as her fingers wove into her hair. Bibiana blinked, rising out of the daze from the demoness’ praise, just in time to feel the violet-skinned woman pull her head backward, slowly pulling her off her ballsack. Bibiana whined in protest, feeling inches of sweaty, delicious ball-meat pull past her stretched lips, until only the twin spheres remained inside, the fat orbs tugging at her lips, too big to pull out easily. Bibana didn’t want to let go, she wanted more! Why was her mistress pulling her away, wasn’t she doing a good job? She tightened her lips as much as she could and moaned in protest, lavishing the swollen spheres with licks and sucks, savoring the musky, salty, spicy flavor, trying to convince the mistress to let her keep working. The mistress bit her lip and let out a soft purr, but her arms still flexed, and the goblin was no match for her mistress’ strength. Rather than one at a time, as they’d entered, the two apple-sized orbs exited the goblin’s mouth side-by side, her magically enhanced lips stretching painfully for just a moment as they popped free. A splattering of spit followed them, the fat cum-factories gleaming as they fell back into place, thoroughly polished to a shine by Bibiana’s tongue, her saliva still dripping off the pendulous balls.

The demoness smirked down at the goblin milf, at her dazed, disappointed, and longing expression, her tongue still reaching out for her mistress’ balls. One hand gripped a handful of the goblin’s hair to hold her in place while the other slid down to her chin and angled it up, letting her weighty demonic shaft slap down onto her pretty green face once more, landing on her outstretched tongue. “An excellent start, my little priestess.” The demoness purred, rolling her hips to saw her steel-studded shaft across the goblin’s features as her tongue eagerly went to work, licking, lapping, and flicking side-to-side. “However, I do so dislike this dark, musty dungeon.” She sighed, looking around at the dark stone walls, before looking back to Bibiana, a sharp-toothed smile spreading across her black lips. “Take me to your former master’s bedroom, so that I may break in your new bed properly.” She commanded.

Bibiana’s core tightened with eager anticipation of what would surely be a night to remember. “Oui, Mistress!” She chirped, brightly. Her passive, servile attitude and hesitation were gone, replaced by an eager, almost desperate desire to please her new mistress.

Profile: Aratheion

[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, and man, I am productive as HELL this month. So, this isn't really a story, it's a profile, the new $25 tier patron has a lot of ideas for his new series, and the MC is a complicated individual, so I decided it would be wise to gather all his information up in one place so I can reference it later. Also, I figure this is better than an infodump first chapter like I did with Rhuno, especially since Ara doesn't talk about or even know a lot of the stuff in here.

I'm still debating about a good name for his lounge, since it's going to be the primary setting for a LOT of the story, and it deserves the best name. So, if you have suggestions, I'll take 'em into consideration and add 'em to the list I'm brainstorming.

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

Name: Aratheion “Ara” Bloodwolf

By The Horns: Ch. 6 P. 3

[pre-story]Rhuno's story continues, and the hot springs heat up!
Bad news about this one, though: The patron who was using his monthly chapter to get more of this story had to lower their pledge. That means, unfortunately, that this story is going to be lower priority for now, something to work on after I do all the monthly chapters for patrons and after I do some work on my current commission. Still, I'm not gonna end the chapter just like this, there'll be more coming, just a bit slower.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I was debating about continuing the scene after this, but I decided I'd rather make it a part of its own rather than rush it to fit it into this one. I'm definitely looking forward to it, though!
Also, what the shit is happening this is the fourth chapter I've finished this month and we're just barely halfway through how am I suddenly this productive?!
As always, if you like what you see [redacted][/pre-story]

Test Your Might, Part 3 

The billowing cloud of steam that hung over the springs wrapped the two of them up in their own little world, shrouding everything more than a few feet away in a haze, muffling sound. The rest of the world seemed impossibly distant, and this moment felt all the more intimate for it.

By The Horns: Ch. 6. P. 2

[pre-story]Rhuno’s story continues with Lien offering to share her camp, and things start getting a little steamy... 

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

Test Your Might: Part 2

“It should be right up here.” Lien assured as they walked together. “I can hear the steam vents.”

“Excellent.” Rhuno replied, letting out a sigh of relief as he trudged through the thick undergrowth. He loved his armor, but in this sweltering heat and thick undergrowth, it was like carrying a blazing oven on his back. It would be good to cool off- He blinked as a connection clicked in his brain. “Wait, steam vents?”

His question was answered a moment later as they rounded one of the massive trees and it came in sight. Around a handful of rocky outcroppings, there sat a wide, shallow pool of water, shrouded in a thick mist of steam. Every few seconds, one of the tiny cones scattered all around would hiss, belching forth a thick pillar of steam to replenish the cloud of steam. Near the edge of the stone area, there sat a lovely tent, a heavy red cloth hanging inside a square wooden frame. A dragon turtle sat next to it, idly chewing on the nearby ferns, its elaborate saddle sitting empty.

“...Ah.” Rhuno muttered, somewhat dejectedly, his hopes of cooling off dashed.

Beach Body, Part 2

[pre-story]Fuck this took forever. I don't know why I struggled so hard with this one, and I'm STILL not entirely happy with it, but I just couldn't spend any more time on it. I do love the epilogue, at least.
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Beach Body Part 2

As the mysterious beauty kneeled on the sands, straddling his knees, Joseph couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate her beauty all over again. Her smooth, tan, almost flawless skin, short, dark hair, still swept back with the waters of the loch, though it was starting to dry just enough to spike itself up instead of laying back obediently. Her rounded face with a button nose, full, soft lips that seemed perpetually turned up at the corners into a playful smirk, and deep, warm brown eyes that glimmered with mischievous intent. Soft curves, a gentle hourglass silhouette, ripe, healthy, fertile… His eyes traced from her thick, smooth thighs and wide, rounded hips to her padded waistline, just noticing a handful of faint, jagged pale marks on her sides, before moving on to those TITS! Those massive, glorious mammaries, pillow-soft mounds of flesh crowned with wide, dark brown, suckable nipples, each hefty, jiggling melon the size of her head, her hands currently pawing and kneading at the spheres hypnotically, fingers sinking deep into gloriously soft titflesh...

Beach Body, P. 1

[pre-story]Hey all! Another story, brought to you by one of my eternally generous $25+ patrons! He came to me with an intriguing concept, and I just had to run with it.I hope you enjoy! There's definitely more to come, so look forward to it!
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Beach Body, Part One

There was something strange up ahead, a dark, formless lump lying on the sand. Joseph’s pace slowed as he drew closer, until he dropped out of his jogging stride entirely, peering curiously at the shape as he walked slowly closer. Mist hung in the cool morning air, especially here, right on the shores of the loch, making it hard to figure out exactly what he was looking at. He tugged the earbuds out of his ears as he drew closer, too focused on the mystery thing to enjoy Queen properly. His mind generated possibilities, only to reject them almost as quickly as they formed, it definitely wasn’t a dead body, or a piece of driftwood, or an old tire…

As he approached it, his confusion only grew. “What the…” He muttered. It was a dark brown, and long, nearly as long as he was tall, and flat, like a deflated miniature blimp, but with little flaps attached at one end. He bent his knees, crouching down to get a closer look. It had a long slit running all the way down it, lying open on the sand. It looked almost like wetsuit material on the inside but the outside was... fuzzy? Curiosity got the best of him. He reached out, curiously touching the thing. Wet leather?