Xiaolin Showdown; Boiling Point: Ch. 1

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

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

Xiaolin Showdown; Boiling Point: Chapter 1

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

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

Ciri In Heat: Ch. 3

[pre-story]Ciri in heat is back, by both popular demand and by Fooled Trooper’s continued support! The story too hot for patreon rises from the ashes like a phoenix! A sexy, sexy phoenix. Full of horse dicks. ...Okay, metaphor aside, I hope you all enjoy!

As always, if you like my stuff and want to see more, [redacted] Again, I hope you enjoy, and there’s always more coming soon![/pre-story]

Ciri in Heat, Chapter 3

Ciri was trapped. The back of her head was pinned against the stable door, Roach’s monstrous equine cock straining her lips, its fat, flared head planted too deep in her mouth for her to pull back enough to pull it out, or even turn her head to dislodge it. There was no way she’d be able to push Roach’s bulk back far enough to escape, she wouldn’t have had the strength even if he was calm, and he was too far gone, too lost in the primal instinct to rut, to mate. Roach was a thoroughbred Nilfgaardian stallion, a massive, powerful beast, almost certainly the prime breeding stud of her father’s stable before being given to Geralt, and Ciri knew all too well, once a stud gets started, it’s nearly impossible to stop them. There was nothing she could do to stop the hulking beast from bucking his hips forward and violating her throat, fucking her face relentlessly and pumping his thick, hot equine cum into her stomach until his enormous, churning balls were completely empty... and she’d never wanted anything as badly in her entire life.

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.

Ghost Story: Ch. 2, P. 1

[pre-story]The Danny Phantom story continues, thanks to a new $25 tier commissioner! This idea was actually suggested in a comment on HF, I made a couple tweaks here and there to better fit what I enjoy, but I look forward to seeing where it goes from here!

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

Ghost Story: Chapter 2, Part 1

The basement door in the Fenton house suddenly slid open with a hiss, and Madeline Fenton emerged, the brilliant paranormal researcher and happily married mother of two wiping a glob of green goo off the sleeve of her blue-and-black-latex jumpsuit as she mounted the final steps. As the door slid shut behind her and she dusted her hands off, she looked up and paused. “Oh, hello, Sam!” She exclaimed, a broad, warm smile spreading across full, red-painted lips.

“H-Hey, Mrs. F!” Sam replied, the teenager’s violet eyes wide, her plump purple lips parting in a perhaps slightly-too-wide smile.

The Full Moon Lounge: Ch. 1

[pre-story]It begins! Remember that worgen gambler profile thing I posted a while ago? Well, this is what it was for! It took me a while to really nail down all the designs for the characters in here, but I think I ended up doin' pretty good, 'cause I'm certainly looking forward to writing about them! 
This story is commissioned by the generous Riven LaRange, and hopefully you'll be seeing a lot more of it in the coming months! As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

The Full Moon Lounge: Chapter 1

Aratheion’s lips curled in a wolfish grin, the silver fur around the worgen’s muzzle emphasizing the expression as he casually leaned back in his seat, his large, clawed hands moving with surprising speed and dexterity as he shuffled a deck of cards. The massive worgen, even sitting, was quite the looming presence at the table. He was dressed lightly, as always, wearing little more than a lightweight kilt wrapped around his waist and a pair of cuffs around his wrists. The short, dark gray fur lining his his slender torso, doing nothing to hide the toned muscle underneath. A black eyepatch with gold embroidery in the shape of a crescent moon covered his left eye, leaving a single crimson eye to sweep around the table, assessing his opponents as he shuffled the cards.