[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.
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Saturday, October 6, 2018
Sunday, September 30, 2018
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: 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.
Friday, June 30, 2017
[Musing] Daddy's Gift
[pre-story]Almost a full year since the first part came out, the story suddenly continues for Father's Day! [redacted][/pre-story]
Cynthia bit her lip, her heart thudding in her chest as Daddy lined his big fat black cock up with her tight little teenage pussy, Mommy’s fingers spreading her ebony lips to reveal the glistening pink within. “Happy Father’s day, sweetie” Mommy purred, and then Daddy thrust his hips forward, and Cynthia moaned aloud.
Cynthia bit her lip, her heart thudding in her chest as Daddy lined his big fat black cock up with her tight little teenage pussy, Mommy’s fingers spreading her ebony lips to reveal the glistening pink within. “Happy Father’s day, sweetie” Mommy purred, and then Daddy thrust his hips forward, and Cynthia moaned aloud.
By The Horns: Ch. 5, P. 3
[pre-story]Alright, here it is, the third and final part of this way-too-damn-big chapter (It's 25k words, if you add up all the parts). If you didn't think the other parts were sexy enough, this should more than satisfy you! I was debating how I should handle Rhuno actually having sex with such tiny ladies, and in the end, I decided to embrace the impossibility settled on some rather extreme stomach bulging, so, you know, you've been warned. If that's not your thing, you might wanna skip this one.
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
Unlikely Adversaries, Part 3
As eager as Rhuno was to get started fucking the sexy little goblin’s brains out, the more rational portion of his mind suggested that the middle of the main lab was probably not the best place to continue this. He’d already made quite the mess, after all, and he didn’t want to make it worse. He dipped down, bending at the knees, making Ginny gasp and cling to his massive coal-black cock for stability as he scooped Glitz up in one massive three-fingered hand, effortlessly lifting her off her feet. With both the girls secured, he turned and began to walk, iron-shod hooves clomping heavily as he carried them as smoothly as possible across the room, then up the stairs and around the corner. He ducked through a dented door frame and straightened up again, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed he’d slept in the night before.
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
Unlikely Adversaries, Part 3
As eager as Rhuno was to get started fucking the sexy little goblin’s brains out, the more rational portion of his mind suggested that the middle of the main lab was probably not the best place to continue this. He’d already made quite the mess, after all, and he didn’t want to make it worse. He dipped down, bending at the knees, making Ginny gasp and cling to his massive coal-black cock for stability as he scooped Glitz up in one massive three-fingered hand, effortlessly lifting her off her feet. With both the girls secured, he turned and began to walk, iron-shod hooves clomping heavily as he carried them as smoothly as possible across the room, then up the stairs and around the corner. He ducked through a dented door frame and straightened up again, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed he’d slept in the night before.
Friday, June 23, 2017
By The Horns: Ch. 5 P. 3 [Preview]
[pre-story]Alright, here it is, the third and final part of this way-too-damn-big chapter (It's 25k words, if you add up all the parts). If you didn't think the other parts were sexy enough, this should more than satisfy you! I was debating how I should handle Rhuno actually having sex with such tiny ladies, and in the end, I decided to embrace the impossibility settled on some rather extreme stomach bulging, so, you know, you've been warned. If that's not your thing, you might wanna skip this one.
[redacted][/pre-story]
As eager as Rhuno was to get started fucking the sexy little goblin’s brains out, the more rational portion of his mind suggested that the middle of the main lab was probably not the best place to continue this. He’d already made quite the mess, after all, and he didn’t want to make it worse. He dipped down, bending at the knees, making Ginny gasp and cling to his massive coal-black cock for stability as he scooped Glitz up in one massive three-fingered hand, effortlessly lifting her off her feet. With both the girls secured, he turned and began to walk, iron-shod hooves clomping heavily as he carried them as smoothly as possible across the room, then up the stairs and around the corner. He ducked through a dented door frame and straightened up again, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed he’d slept in the night before.
[redacted][/pre-story]
As eager as Rhuno was to get started fucking the sexy little goblin’s brains out, the more rational portion of his mind suggested that the middle of the main lab was probably not the best place to continue this. He’d already made quite the mess, after all, and he didn’t want to make it worse. He dipped down, bending at the knees, making Ginny gasp and cling to his massive coal-black cock for stability as he scooped Glitz up in one massive three-fingered hand, effortlessly lifting her off her feet. With both the girls secured, he turned and began to walk, iron-shod hooves clomping heavily as he carried them as smoothly as possible across the room, then up the stairs and around the corner. He ducked through a dented door frame and straightened up again, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed he’d slept in the night before.
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
A Satyr's Sacred Seed: Ch. 2
[pre-story]Hey there, Sqish here, with the conclusion of Galbuscho 's commission about satyrs, breeding, and liters of cum! I actually thought I had this one done at 3.5k words, but then I realized I'd feel guilty charging for such a short chapter, went back and added in a couple more orgasms and a bit of post-coitus cuddling and it feels WAY more complete than it did before.[/pre-story]
Chapter 2: A Satyr’s Savage Seeding
Varossion loomed in the middle of the sacred glade, half-kneeling, his bulk supported on one knee and one cloven hoof. The massive, muscular satyr’s broad, powerful chest rose and fell rhythmically as he caught his breath, his pale green skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. His long hair, a curious, mossy shade of greenish brown, was swept back out of his face, revealing his ruggedly handsome features, pointed ears and inhuman eyes, twin featureless orbs of warm hazel. His heavy brow bore the roots of a pair of woodlike antlers that arched up above his head, branching again and again into a spectacular rack of points that hung over him like a crown, giving him a regal air. In contrast to that regal bearing, his cock thrust proudly from his hips, a fearsome pillar of granite-hard flesh longer than a forearm and wider than a handspan. It throbbed and lurched angrily, like a wild beast, its length wound over with thick, pulsing veins and crowned with a flared, helmet-shaped head, easily the size of a man’s fist and still dripping with pearly seed. Beneath the towering monolithic member swayed a pair of truly enormous balls, like a pair of ripe melons, sloshing with an ocean of thick, creamy, supernaturally-potent cum.
Alika laid herself out on the grass, her soft, honey-tan skin and earthy-red tattoos glistening with a mixture of sweat and the last remnants of Varossion’s massive load, which she’d just lovingly rubbed into her full, grapefruit-sized breasts. The young eniiri’s slender waist squirmed as she nestled down into the soft grass, her long, chestnut-brown hair splayed out beneath her like a pair of wings. Wildflowers bloomed around her, freshly-sprouted wherever the satyr’s mystical seed has splattered to the earth. Wordlessly, she spread her legs, her smooth, supple thighs parting, their inner surfaces glistening with her sweet nectar. Her lips parted, presenting her delicate, peach-pink petals, flushed and twitching softly with a deep, instinctual need, wordlessly begging to be satisfied.
“I’m ready.” Alika breathed, her earlier nervousness gone, evaporated before the heat of her lust like dew before the morning sun. “Varossion… Take me. Plant your sacred seed in me and make me a woman in the eyes of The Green.” She implored, her voice heavy with desire.
Chapter 2: A Satyr’s Savage Seeding
Varossion loomed in the middle of the sacred glade, half-kneeling, his bulk supported on one knee and one cloven hoof. The massive, muscular satyr’s broad, powerful chest rose and fell rhythmically as he caught his breath, his pale green skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. His long hair, a curious, mossy shade of greenish brown, was swept back out of his face, revealing his ruggedly handsome features, pointed ears and inhuman eyes, twin featureless orbs of warm hazel. His heavy brow bore the roots of a pair of woodlike antlers that arched up above his head, branching again and again into a spectacular rack of points that hung over him like a crown, giving him a regal air. In contrast to that regal bearing, his cock thrust proudly from his hips, a fearsome pillar of granite-hard flesh longer than a forearm and wider than a handspan. It throbbed and lurched angrily, like a wild beast, its length wound over with thick, pulsing veins and crowned with a flared, helmet-shaped head, easily the size of a man’s fist and still dripping with pearly seed. Beneath the towering monolithic member swayed a pair of truly enormous balls, like a pair of ripe melons, sloshing with an ocean of thick, creamy, supernaturally-potent cum.
Alika laid herself out on the grass, her soft, honey-tan skin and earthy-red tattoos glistening with a mixture of sweat and the last remnants of Varossion’s massive load, which she’d just lovingly rubbed into her full, grapefruit-sized breasts. The young eniiri’s slender waist squirmed as she nestled down into the soft grass, her long, chestnut-brown hair splayed out beneath her like a pair of wings. Wildflowers bloomed around her, freshly-sprouted wherever the satyr’s mystical seed has splattered to the earth. Wordlessly, she spread her legs, her smooth, supple thighs parting, their inner surfaces glistening with her sweet nectar. Her lips parted, presenting her delicate, peach-pink petals, flushed and twitching softly with a deep, instinctual need, wordlessly begging to be satisfied.
“I’m ready.” Alika breathed, her earlier nervousness gone, evaporated before the heat of her lust like dew before the morning sun. “Varossion… Take me. Plant your sacred seed in me and make me a woman in the eyes of The Green.” She implored, her voice heavy with desire.
Friday, December 9, 2016
A Satyr's Sacred Seed: Ch. 2 [preview]
[pre-story]Hey there, Sqish here, with the conclusion of Galbuscho's commission about satyrs, breeding, and liters of cum! I actually thought I had this one done at 3.5k words, but then I realized I'd feel guilty charging for such a short chapter, went back and added in a couple more orgasms and a bit of post-coitus cuddling and it feels WAY more complete than it did before.
[redacted]
Enjoy![/pre-story]
Chapter 2: A Satyr’s Savage Seeding
Varossion loomed in the middle of the sacred glade, half-kneeling, his bulk supported on one knee and one cloven hoof. The massive, muscular satyr’s broad, powerful chest rose and fell rhythmically as he caught his breath, his pale green skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. His long hair, a curious, mossy shade of greenish brown, was swept back out of his face, revealing his ruggedly handsome features, pointed ears and inhuman eyes, twin featureless orbs of warm hazel. His heavy brow bore the roots of a pair of woodlike antlers that arched up above his head, branching again and again into a spectacular rack of points that hung over him like a crown, giving him a regal air. In contrast to that regal bearing, his cock thrust proudly from his hips, a fearsome pillar of granite-hard flesh longer than a forearm and wider than a handspan. It throbbed and lurched angrily, like a wild beast, its length wound over with thick, pulsing veins and crowned with a flared, helmet-shaped head, easily the size of a man’s fist and still dripping with pearly seed. Beneath the towering monolithic member swayed a pair of truly enormous balls, like a pair of ripe melons, sloshing with an ocean of thick, creamy, supernaturally-potent cum.
[redacted]
Enjoy![/pre-story]
Chapter 2: A Satyr’s Savage Seeding
Varossion loomed in the middle of the sacred glade, half-kneeling, his bulk supported on one knee and one cloven hoof. The massive, muscular satyr’s broad, powerful chest rose and fell rhythmically as he caught his breath, his pale green skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. His long hair, a curious, mossy shade of greenish brown, was swept back out of his face, revealing his ruggedly handsome features, pointed ears and inhuman eyes, twin featureless orbs of warm hazel. His heavy brow bore the roots of a pair of woodlike antlers that arched up above his head, branching again and again into a spectacular rack of points that hung over him like a crown, giving him a regal air. In contrast to that regal bearing, his cock thrust proudly from his hips, a fearsome pillar of granite-hard flesh longer than a forearm and wider than a handspan. It throbbed and lurched angrily, like a wild beast, its length wound over with thick, pulsing veins and crowned with a flared, helmet-shaped head, easily the size of a man’s fist and still dripping with pearly seed. Beneath the towering monolithic member swayed a pair of truly enormous balls, like a pair of ripe melons, sloshing with an ocean of thick, creamy, supernaturally-potent cum.
Thursday, December 1, 2016
By The Horns: Ch. 4
[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with a new chapter in the continuing saga of Rhuno Sunheart, tauren paladin! The winner of the last 'what's next' poll on my patreon was the barrens, so here it is! I had a mixed experience writing this one. I loved writing the battle scene at the beginning, and I knew exactly what I wanted for the end, but I had a lot of trouble filling out the middle of some reason. It felt... disjointed, incoherent. But then, when I went back and read it over to edit/rewrite, it didn't seem all that bad at all. Perspective is a funny thing.
Anyways, new chapter! As always, [redacted] Enjoy![/pre-story]
Chapter 4: A Battle and a Bond
“Can’t dis dumb beast go any fasta’?!” Zen’Anji demanded, the crimson-mohawked troll woman clinging to the saddlehorn, Rhuno’s armored bulk at her back.
“Kodos are bred for strength, not speed!” Rhuno shot back, gripping Tawo’s reigns a little tighter, the faithful kodo thundering across the golden savannah as fast as her powerful legs could carry her.
Zen'Anji twisted in the saddle, peering around Rhuno’s side. “Dey be gainin’!” She warned, a touch of panic in her voice.
“I know!” Rhuno growled, looking back over his shoulder to confirm that, yes, the horde of centaurs was, indeed, drawing ever-closer as they rode hell-for-leather.
“Well, do sometin’ about it, an’ quick, or we both be dead!” Zen'Anji urged.
“I’m steering! What about you? You’re a druid, right? Do that root thing! Slow them down!” Rhuno snapped.
“Wit’ what roots, mon?! GRASS?!” She snapped back.
An arrow whizzed past, and Rhuno cursed under his breath. They were getting into bow-range already. As soon as they started landing hits, Tawo would start to slow down, and then it would only be a matter of time before they were overtaken and trampled, or just circled by archers and whittled away. This was a losing scenario, he needed to change the engagement. His hooves dug a little harder into Tawo’s hide, trying to urge just the tiniest bit more speed from the great beast as he scanned the plains ahead. He could see the walls of Crossroads, but they’d be pincushions before they made it. The mountains might help, but not enough. The only other feature was… He yanked the reigns to the left, and Tawo turned sharply with a groan, just in time to avoid a volley of arrows.
Anyways, new chapter! As always, [redacted] Enjoy![/pre-story]
Chapter 4: A Battle and a Bond
“Can’t dis dumb beast go any fasta’?!” Zen’Anji demanded, the crimson-mohawked troll woman clinging to the saddlehorn, Rhuno’s armored bulk at her back.
“Kodos are bred for strength, not speed!” Rhuno shot back, gripping Tawo’s reigns a little tighter, the faithful kodo thundering across the golden savannah as fast as her powerful legs could carry her.
Zen'Anji twisted in the saddle, peering around Rhuno’s side. “Dey be gainin’!” She warned, a touch of panic in her voice.
“I know!” Rhuno growled, looking back over his shoulder to confirm that, yes, the horde of centaurs was, indeed, drawing ever-closer as they rode hell-for-leather.
“Well, do sometin’ about it, an’ quick, or we both be dead!” Zen'Anji urged.
“I’m steering! What about you? You’re a druid, right? Do that root thing! Slow them down!” Rhuno snapped.
“Wit’ what roots, mon?! GRASS?!” She snapped back.
An arrow whizzed past, and Rhuno cursed under his breath. They were getting into bow-range already. As soon as they started landing hits, Tawo would start to slow down, and then it would only be a matter of time before they were overtaken and trampled, or just circled by archers and whittled away. This was a losing scenario, he needed to change the engagement. His hooves dug a little harder into Tawo’s hide, trying to urge just the tiniest bit more speed from the great beast as he scanned the plains ahead. He could see the walls of Crossroads, but they’d be pincushions before they made it. The mountains might help, but not enough. The only other feature was… He yanked the reigns to the left, and Tawo turned sharply with a groan, just in time to avoid a volley of arrows.
Tuesday, November 1, 2016
Musing: Like Rabbits (p.1)
[pre-story] [redacted][/pre-story]
Part 1
“Fuck… Stairs…” Adam gasped for breath as he hauled himself up yet another tall stone step, the thin mountain air hardly helping.
“I’m not… gonna let… some stupid stairs…keep me from… the greatest… archaeological find… since the rosetta stone!” Eva insisted, gritting her teeth and redoubling her efforts, pulling ahead of Adam as the pair ascended the seemingly endless stairs of the massive tiered pyramid.
Adam groaned in complaint as he hastened to match his wife’s pace. Eva was always like that, energetic, restless, always moving, never settling… It had taken him three globe-trotting expeditions to convince her that he wasn’t going to slow her down if they got married. But that’s part of what he loved about her. She was driven, passionate, always hungry for the next achievement, always pushing herself, and him, to do more. Sure, it would be nice to settle down and start a family, but he knew she couldn’t be happy stuck in one place.
Part 1
“Fuck… Stairs…” Adam gasped for breath as he hauled himself up yet another tall stone step, the thin mountain air hardly helping.
“I’m not… gonna let… some stupid stairs…keep me from… the greatest… archaeological find… since the rosetta stone!” Eva insisted, gritting her teeth and redoubling her efforts, pulling ahead of Adam as the pair ascended the seemingly endless stairs of the massive tiered pyramid.
Adam groaned in complaint as he hastened to match his wife’s pace. Eva was always like that, energetic, restless, always moving, never settling… It had taken him three globe-trotting expeditions to convince her that he wasn’t going to slow her down if they got married. But that’s part of what he loved about her. She was driven, passionate, always hungry for the next achievement, always pushing herself, and him, to do more. Sure, it would be nice to settle down and start a family, but he knew she couldn’t be happy stuck in one place.
Monday, October 3, 2016
Musing: Tatsu's Present
[pre-story]A belated birthday present for Ryu112. As always, remember, if you like what you see [redacted][/pre-story]
Tatsu's Present
“~MUUUHHH!”
The draenei’s sweet voice was ragged and heavily muffled, her fangs sinking into the cherry red ball gag firmly wedged between her jaws as she cried out with yet another mind-shattering climax. Her soft lavender skin was glistening with a sheen of sweat, the color a stark contrast to the glossy red ribbons artfully wound over her nubile body, binding her arms behind her back as she writhed with ecstasy. Deep purple nipples, hard as diamonds, capped a pair of full, shapely breasts, the stiff peaks tracing crazy patterns in the air as her mounds bounced and jiggled each time her lover thrust into her once more. Her long, silky, snowy white hair, once neatly styled and coiffed, loosely tied back with a delicate bow, was now a mess, loose strands clinging to her cheeks, the pristine bow crumpled in the iron grip of her lover, used as crude reigns to hold her head and chest up off the cold, hard ground as he ravaged her from behind. Each savage thrust of his hips made her entire body jolt, forcing a new muffled cry from her throat as her flat stomach warped around the impossibly massive intruder.
Tatsu's Present
“~MUUUHHH!”
The draenei’s sweet voice was ragged and heavily muffled, her fangs sinking into the cherry red ball gag firmly wedged between her jaws as she cried out with yet another mind-shattering climax. Her soft lavender skin was glistening with a sheen of sweat, the color a stark contrast to the glossy red ribbons artfully wound over her nubile body, binding her arms behind her back as she writhed with ecstasy. Deep purple nipples, hard as diamonds, capped a pair of full, shapely breasts, the stiff peaks tracing crazy patterns in the air as her mounds bounced and jiggled each time her lover thrust into her once more. Her long, silky, snowy white hair, once neatly styled and coiffed, loosely tied back with a delicate bow, was now a mess, loose strands clinging to her cheeks, the pristine bow crumpled in the iron grip of her lover, used as crude reigns to hold her head and chest up off the cold, hard ground as he ravaged her from behind. Each savage thrust of his hips made her entire body jolt, forcing a new muffled cry from her throat as her flat stomach warped around the impossibly massive intruder.
Thursday, June 30, 2016
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.
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.
Monday, December 7, 2015
By the Horns: Ch. 2
[pre-story] Hey there, squish here, with the continuation of Rhuno's adventures across Azeroth! The story, and the chapter, chosen by you guys, my faithful patrons! This installment takes our hero to a remote corner of The Blasted Lands. This one's takes off a little slow, I really wanted to get some character development in there, and it ended up taking more space than I thought it would. Hopefully, it was worth it in the end! Let me know what you think! And as always, if you like my work, [redacted]
Content Warnings: Huge cocks, excessive cum, impregnation, cumflation, and furries.[/pre-story]
Chapter 2: A Hero's Reward
Tonight, like every night in recent memory, a tense quiet hung over the Howling Drunk Inn. The few patrons, a selection of the town’s old, infirm, and cowardly, sat in humbled silence, nursing mugs of porter as the night dragged on interminably. Donna Berrymore, the innkeeper, stood behind the bar, mechanically re-washing the unused mugs. She was a mature woman, with warm tan skin, raven-black hair, and a glare that could send even the most ornery drunk cringing out the door. The young barmaid, Becca, was the only one moving, pacing around the room, clearing away empty mugs, impatiently seeking something, anything to do to keep herself busy.
Monday, November 30, 2015
By The Horns: Ch. 2 [Preview]
[pre-story] Hey there, squish here, with the continuation of Rhuno's adventures across Azeroth! [redacted] This installment takes our hero to a remote corner of The Blasted Lands. [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 2: A Hero's Reward
Tonight, like every night in recent memory, a tense quiet hung over the Howling Drunk Inn. The few patrons, a selection of the town’s old, infirm, and cowardly, sat in humbled silence, nursing mugs of porter as the night dragged on interminably. Donna Berrymore, the innkeeper, stood behind the bar, mechanically re-washing the unused mugs. She was a mature woman, with warm tan skin, raven-black hair, and a glare that could send even the most ornery drunk cringing out the door. The young barmaid, Becca, was the only one moving, pacing around the room, clearing away empty mugs, impatiently seeking something, anything to do to keep herself busy.
Becca was a petite, slender thing, just barely more than five feet tall. She had a cute, mousy sort of look to her, with soft features dotted with a handful of freckles, a cute little button nose, and large, chestnut-brown eyes. Jaw-length brown hair was tucked hurriedly out of the way behind her ears, a few stray locks curling forward to brush against her cheeks. Her uniform was typical of her job, an ankle-length brown dress that hung loosely off her admittedly average hips, a laced leather bodice that cinched her already slim waist even tighter, and a frilly top with a neckline that bared her shoulders and the modest cleavage of her firm, orange-sized breasts. She was practically the ideal barmaid, attractive in that girl-next-door way, but not distractingly eye-catching. She almost seemed to blend into the background when you weren’t looking.
Chapter 2: A Hero's Reward
Tonight, like every night in recent memory, a tense quiet hung over the Howling Drunk Inn. The few patrons, a selection of the town’s old, infirm, and cowardly, sat in humbled silence, nursing mugs of porter as the night dragged on interminably. Donna Berrymore, the innkeeper, stood behind the bar, mechanically re-washing the unused mugs. She was a mature woman, with warm tan skin, raven-black hair, and a glare that could send even the most ornery drunk cringing out the door. The young barmaid, Becca, was the only one moving, pacing around the room, clearing away empty mugs, impatiently seeking something, anything to do to keep herself busy.
Becca was a petite, slender thing, just barely more than five feet tall. She had a cute, mousy sort of look to her, with soft features dotted with a handful of freckles, a cute little button nose, and large, chestnut-brown eyes. Jaw-length brown hair was tucked hurriedly out of the way behind her ears, a few stray locks curling forward to brush against her cheeks. Her uniform was typical of her job, an ankle-length brown dress that hung loosely off her admittedly average hips, a laced leather bodice that cinched her already slim waist even tighter, and a frilly top with a neckline that bared her shoulders and the modest cleavage of her firm, orange-sized breasts. She was practically the ideal barmaid, attractive in that girl-next-door way, but not distractingly eye-catching. She almost seemed to blend into the background when you weren’t looking.
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Daddy's Home: Ch.10 [FINAL CHAPTER!]
[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with the FINAL* chapter of Daddy's Home! FINALLY, right? It took a little more than two month's work, with more restarts, rewrites, and revisions than I care to contemplate, but I wanted to end this one on a bang. Well, a series of bangs in rapid succession, I suppose. I just wanna thank everyone SO MUCH for all the comments/love on this story. I'd never have gotten my start as a smut-peddler were it not for the entirely unexpected takeoff of this story, and I'm eternally grateful to each and every one of you. I hope you enjoy the culmination of this series, and hopefully, you'll find it was worth the wait!
*Okay, not really FINAL. This is far from the end for Rich, Sam, Anna, Aiko, Rosa and Diamond. This particularly set of stories is complete, but I've got plenty of plans for what happens to them down the road! Maybe more chapters. Maybe shorts. Maybe a whole new multi-chapter saga! But, for the moment, I've gotta move on, stretch my literary legs a bit. The polls are in and my next big, multi-chapter story is going to be By The Horns, the saga of a tauren paladin's journey across Azeroth, so check that out! I'll still be doing commissions, too, so keep an eye out! And who knows what else I might be getting up to? [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 10: A New Day
Samantha moaned softly, her voice hot and breathy as she let her tongue roll from her mouth, her lips painted with smeared, smudged black lipstick. She flattened the wet, pink muscle against the base of the iron-hard pillar of thick, vein-marbled cock before her. The rich, musky flavor of the cock that made her tongue tingle, and she could still taste the lingering hints of her friend’s juices on the beastly shaft. She crawled forward, her tongue tracing a lazy zigzag as she dragged it slowly, sensually, up the bulging foot-and-a-half cum-tube that ran along the underside of that intimidating, intoxicating cock. As she neared the tip, the sheer length of the monstrous member allowed her pillowy volleyball-sized breasts to encircle the base of the shaft, even her impossible 32H chest struggling to fully wrap around its thickness. It was as big around as a two-liter bottle, and it throbbed with lust under her skillful touch.
*Okay, not really FINAL. This is far from the end for Rich, Sam, Anna, Aiko, Rosa and Diamond. This particularly set of stories is complete, but I've got plenty of plans for what happens to them down the road! Maybe more chapters. Maybe shorts. Maybe a whole new multi-chapter saga! But, for the moment, I've gotta move on, stretch my literary legs a bit. The polls are in and my next big, multi-chapter story is going to be By The Horns, the saga of a tauren paladin's journey across Azeroth, so check that out! I'll still be doing commissions, too, so keep an eye out! And who knows what else I might be getting up to? [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 10: A New Day
Samantha moaned softly, her voice hot and breathy as she let her tongue roll from her mouth, her lips painted with smeared, smudged black lipstick. She flattened the wet, pink muscle against the base of the iron-hard pillar of thick, vein-marbled cock before her. The rich, musky flavor of the cock that made her tongue tingle, and she could still taste the lingering hints of her friend’s juices on the beastly shaft. She crawled forward, her tongue tracing a lazy zigzag as she dragged it slowly, sensually, up the bulging foot-and-a-half cum-tube that ran along the underside of that intimidating, intoxicating cock. As she neared the tip, the sheer length of the monstrous member allowed her pillowy volleyball-sized breasts to encircle the base of the shaft, even her impossible 32H chest struggling to fully wrap around its thickness. It was as big around as a two-liter bottle, and it throbbed with lust under her skillful touch.
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
By The Horns: Ch. 1 [Preview]
Chapter 1: A New Quest [Preview]
[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! [redacted]
Content warnings: Huge cock, impregnation, cumflation, furry (kinda), magic, rough sex, and monologuing.
[/Pre-Story Bit]
Enormous, titan-bronze double doors loomed in the archway, some thirty feet high and ancient beyond understanding, the perfectly smooth surface free of tarnish or flaw since before the sundering. Ruby-red flames danced in the tall braziers to either side of the looming gateway, shedding no heat but casting the looming archway in a flickering, almost ominous, crimson light. The figure standing before these monolithic doors looked tiny by comparison. From the bottom of his hooves, each as wide as a human’s handspan, to the highest points of his ivory horns, each spike jutting a foot from the sides of his head before hooking up sharply at the ends, the tauren was more than eight feet tall, perhaps nine if he straightened up as much as he could. His broad, square-shouldered frame strained against a crimson silk robe, perhaps a size too small, his thick, powerfully muscled arms pulling the fabric tight around them. His fur was coal-black fur, hardly a shade of variation from head to hoof, even in the mane running back over his hump. His face was rugged, with a short snout and a long black beard gathered into a single thick braid, the loose end tied off around a sturdy golden ring. Perhaps it might even have been handsome were it not for the half-dozen scars that distracted from the features beneath, dark gray lines where no fur would grow, including a long, thin line that split one eyebrow and continued on the cheek below. Beneath his thick brows peered a pair of startlingly brilliant sapphire eyes, made all the more intense by the dark fur around them.
[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! [redacted]
Content warnings: Huge cock, impregnation, cumflation, furry (kinda), magic, rough sex, and monologuing.
[/Pre-Story Bit]
Enormous, titan-bronze double doors loomed in the archway, some thirty feet high and ancient beyond understanding, the perfectly smooth surface free of tarnish or flaw since before the sundering. Ruby-red flames danced in the tall braziers to either side of the looming gateway, shedding no heat but casting the looming archway in a flickering, almost ominous, crimson light. The figure standing before these monolithic doors looked tiny by comparison. From the bottom of his hooves, each as wide as a human’s handspan, to the highest points of his ivory horns, each spike jutting a foot from the sides of his head before hooking up sharply at the ends, the tauren was more than eight feet tall, perhaps nine if he straightened up as much as he could. His broad, square-shouldered frame strained against a crimson silk robe, perhaps a size too small, his thick, powerfully muscled arms pulling the fabric tight around them. His fur was coal-black fur, hardly a shade of variation from head to hoof, even in the mane running back over his hump. His face was rugged, with a short snout and a long black beard gathered into a single thick braid, the loose end tied off around a sturdy golden ring. Perhaps it might even have been handsome were it not for the half-dozen scars that distracted from the features beneath, dark gray lines where no fur would grow, including a long, thin line that split one eyebrow and continued on the cheek below. Beneath his thick brows peered a pair of startlingly brilliant sapphire eyes, made all the more intense by the dark fur around them.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Arabian Days
Arabian Days
"Arabian nights~ / Like Arabian days~ / More often than not / Are hotter than hot / In a lot of good ways~!"
[Pre-Story Bit]
Hello, my faithful readers! It is I, Squish, with a new story! If you like what you read, consider supporting me on my patreon!
This one's a little more extreme than most of my stuff, so I'll just throw a little warning out there: Contains yard-long cocks, extreme stomach bulge, cumflation, a bit of gape, rough sex, dirty talk, and magical impregnation.
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“Pretty lady, buy a pot! No finer pots in brass or silver!”
“Sugar dates! Sugar dates and fiiigs~! Sugar dates and pistachioooos~!”
“Would the lady like a necklace? A pretty necklace, for a pretty lady…”
“FRESH FISH! WE CATCH ‘EM, YOU BUY ‘EM!”
Voices washed over one another like the pounding surf, a new voice rising to crash over the listener just as the previous voice faded. Some pleaded and promised, some sang sweetly, some were soft and smooth, others booming and proud. A hot wind carried the voices together, gathering them together into a wordless murmur pierced by the occasional sharp call. A dozen figures roamed lazily through the sun-baked street, male and female alike draped in flowing cloth to keep the worst of the baking sun off them as they go about their business. Colorful canopies of cloth on each of the dozens of stalls offered alluring pools of shadow that promised respite from the afternoon heat, but made one a target of the merchant’s more aggressive sales pitches. Some figures strode calm and unflinching through the bazaar, others darted this way and that with childish wonder, some bore baskets heavy with freshly bought goods, and others haggled passionately over each and every coin.
"Arabian nights~ / Like Arabian days~ / More often than not / Are hotter than hot / In a lot of good ways~!"
[Pre-Story Bit]
Hello, my faithful readers! It is I, Squish, with a new story! If you like what you read, consider supporting me on my patreon!
This one's a little more extreme than most of my stuff, so I'll just throw a little warning out there: Contains yard-long cocks, extreme stomach bulge, cumflation, a bit of gape, rough sex, dirty talk, and magical impregnation.
[/Pre-Story Bit]
“Pretty lady, buy a pot! No finer pots in brass or silver!”
“Sugar dates! Sugar dates and fiiigs~! Sugar dates and pistachioooos~!”
“Would the lady like a necklace? A pretty necklace, for a pretty lady…”
“FRESH FISH! WE CATCH ‘EM, YOU BUY ‘EM!”
Voices washed over one another like the pounding surf, a new voice rising to crash over the listener just as the previous voice faded. Some pleaded and promised, some sang sweetly, some were soft and smooth, others booming and proud. A hot wind carried the voices together, gathering them together into a wordless murmur pierced by the occasional sharp call. A dozen figures roamed lazily through the sun-baked street, male and female alike draped in flowing cloth to keep the worst of the baking sun off them as they go about their business. Colorful canopies of cloth on each of the dozens of stalls offered alluring pools of shadow that promised respite from the afternoon heat, but made one a target of the merchant’s more aggressive sales pitches. Some figures strode calm and unflinching through the bazaar, others darted this way and that with childish wonder, some bore baskets heavy with freshly bought goods, and others haggled passionately over each and every coin.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Arabian Days [Preview]
Arabian Days [Preview]
"Arabian nights~ / Like Arabian days~ / More often than not / Are hotter than hot / In a lot of good ways~!"
[Pre-Story Bit]
Hey readers, this here's a preview of a request by good buddy o' mine Ryu112, featuring his OC Tatsu! The full version's gonna go up in a week. [redacted]
This one's a little more extreme than most of my stuff, so I'll just throw a little warning out there: Contains yard-long cocks, extreme stomach bulge, cumflation, a bit of gape, rough sex, dirty talk, and magical impregnation.
[/Pre-Story Bit]
[preview]
“Pretty lady, buy a pot! No finer pots in brass or silver!”
“Sugar dates! Sugar dates and fiiigs~! Sugar dates and pistachioooos~!”
“Would the lady like a necklace? A pretty necklace, for a pretty lady…”
“FRESH FISH! WE CATCH ‘EM, YOU BUY ‘EM!”
Voices washed over one another like the pounding surf, a new voice rising to crash over the listener just as the previous voice faded. Some pleaded and promised, some sang sweetly, some were soft and smooth, others booming and proud. A hot wind carried the voices together, gathering them together into a wordless murmur pierced by the occasional sharp call. A dozen figures roamed lazily through the sun-baked street, male and female alike draped in flowing cloth to keep the worst of the baking sun off them as they go about their business. Colorful canopies of cloth on each of the dozens of stalls offered alluring pools of shadow that promised respite from the afternoon heat, but made one a target of the merchant’s more aggressive sales pitches. Some figures strode calm and unflinching through the bazaar, others darted this way and that with childish wonder, some bore baskets heavy with freshly bought goods, and others haggled passionately over each and every coin.
"Arabian nights~ / Like Arabian days~ / More often than not / Are hotter than hot / In a lot of good ways~!"
Hey readers, this here's a preview of a request by good buddy o' mine Ryu112, featuring his OC Tatsu! The full version's gonna go up in a week. [redacted]
This one's a little more extreme than most of my stuff, so I'll just throw a little warning out there: Contains yard-long cocks, extreme stomach bulge, cumflation, a bit of gape, rough sex, dirty talk, and magical impregnation.
[/Pre-Story Bit]
[preview]
“Pretty lady, buy a pot! No finer pots in brass or silver!”
“Sugar dates! Sugar dates and fiiigs~! Sugar dates and pistachioooos~!”
“Would the lady like a necklace? A pretty necklace, for a pretty lady…”
“FRESH FISH! WE CATCH ‘EM, YOU BUY ‘EM!”
Voices washed over one another like the pounding surf, a new voice rising to crash over the listener just as the previous voice faded. Some pleaded and promised, some sang sweetly, some were soft and smooth, others booming and proud. A hot wind carried the voices together, gathering them together into a wordless murmur pierced by the occasional sharp call. A dozen figures roamed lazily through the sun-baked street, male and female alike draped in flowing cloth to keep the worst of the baking sun off them as they go about their business. Colorful canopies of cloth on each of the dozens of stalls offered alluring pools of shadow that promised respite from the afternoon heat, but made one a target of the merchant’s more aggressive sales pitches. Some figures strode calm and unflinching through the bazaar, others darted this way and that with childish wonder, some bore baskets heavy with freshly bought goods, and others haggled passionately over each and every coin.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Daddy's Home Ch. 8
Chapter 8: The Angry One
[Pre-Story Bit]
Hello again, my faithful readers! Two chapters in as many months! Crazy, right? I might even be able to make three at this rate!
I’ve made some upgrades since the last chapter! I’ve finally finished writing up and polishing how my requests and commissions work, so if you want to see me write something for you, or I’ve already promised to write you something, check it out! You can even follow your position in the list! My blog almost got shut down (blame google), but it’s still up and running, and the shutdown averted, so you can keep watching out for progress reports and new material here! [redacted]
As usual, thank all of you for all your wonderful comments/faves/votes/follows/everything!I’ll give it one more shot: Thank you all, from the bottom of my perverse little heart. I know a lot of you have been really looking forward to this chapter, so without further ado, I hope you enjoy!
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Rich grinned to himself, ascending the last few steps to the ground floor with a bounding, springing stride. He felt incredible. His heart was beating, his lungs hauling in deep breaths, his muscles pumping with pent-up energy. It seemed counter-intuitive, but the more he fucked, the more energetic he felt. Was it a mental thing, his brain rewarding him for fulfilling his biological imperative? Some sort of physical response to the pleasure? Was this only temporary, meaning he’d wake up feeling every bit of exertion in the morning? Was it long-term, meaning he could keep fucking and feeling this good all the time? He wasn’t usually the superstitious sort, but he found himself wondering if his Dad’s books on ‘tantric energy’ might have been onto something. Whatever it was, however long it would last, he was glad to have it. His hulking six-foot-four silhouette dominated the door frame as he emerged into the living room like a marble statue, expertly sculpted. Broad, powerful shoulders layered with heavy slabs of rock-hard muscle, a chiseled, handsome face, a foot-and-a-half pillar jutting proudly from his hips, still covered with a slick sheen of cum and pussy juice. He swiveled his head, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as a satisfied sigh as he surveyed his domain. Couch, TV, armchair, Diamond storming towards him… He blinked.
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Hello again, my faithful readers! Two chapters in as many months! Crazy, right? I might even be able to make three at this rate!
I’ve made some upgrades since the last chapter! I’ve finally finished writing up and polishing how my requests and commissions work, so if you want to see me write something for you, or I’ve already promised to write you something, check it out! You can even follow your position in the list! My blog almost got shut down (blame google), but it’s still up and running, and the shutdown averted, so you can keep watching out for progress reports and new material here! [redacted]
As usual, thank all of you for all your wonderful comments/faves/votes/follows/everything!I’ll give it one more shot: Thank you all, from the bottom of my perverse little heart. I know a lot of you have been really looking forward to this chapter, so without further ado, I hope you enjoy!
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Rich grinned to himself, ascending the last few steps to the ground floor with a bounding, springing stride. He felt incredible. His heart was beating, his lungs hauling in deep breaths, his muscles pumping with pent-up energy. It seemed counter-intuitive, but the more he fucked, the more energetic he felt. Was it a mental thing, his brain rewarding him for fulfilling his biological imperative? Some sort of physical response to the pleasure? Was this only temporary, meaning he’d wake up feeling every bit of exertion in the morning? Was it long-term, meaning he could keep fucking and feeling this good all the time? He wasn’t usually the superstitious sort, but he found himself wondering if his Dad’s books on ‘tantric energy’ might have been onto something. Whatever it was, however long it would last, he was glad to have it. His hulking six-foot-four silhouette dominated the door frame as he emerged into the living room like a marble statue, expertly sculpted. Broad, powerful shoulders layered with heavy slabs of rock-hard muscle, a chiseled, handsome face, a foot-and-a-half pillar jutting proudly from his hips, still covered with a slick sheen of cum and pussy juice. He swiveled his head, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as a satisfied sigh as he surveyed his domain. Couch, TV, armchair, Diamond storming towards him… He blinked.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Daddy's Home Ch. 8 [Preview]
Ch. 8; The Angry One
[Pre-story bit]
Hello again, my faithful readers! Holy crap, two chapters in as many months, what is this sorcery? Anyways, I hope you enjoy this preview, the full version will be available next week! [redacted]
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Rich grinned to himself, ascending the last few steps to the ground floor with a bounding, springing stride. He felt incredible. His heart was beating, his lungs hauling in deep breaths, his muscles pumping with pent-up energy. It seemed counter-intuitive, but the more he fucked, the more energetic he felt. Was it a mental thing, his brain rewarding him for fulfilling his biological imperative? Some sort of physical response to the pleasure? Was this only temporary, meaning he’d wake up feeling every bit of exertion in the morning? Was it long-term, meaning he could keep fucking and feeling this good all the time? He wasn’t usually the superstitious sort, but he found himself wondering if his Dad’s books on ‘tantric energy’ might have been onto something. Whatever it was, however long it would last, he was glad to have it. His hulking six-foot-four silhouette dominated the door frame as he emerged into the living room like a marble statue, expertly sculpted. Broad, powerful shoulders layered with heavy slabs of rock-hard muscle, a chiseled, handsome face, a foot-and-a-half pillar jutting proudly from his hips, still covered with a slick sheen of cum and pussy juice. He swiveled his head, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as a satisfied sigh as he surveyed his domain. Couch, TV, armchair, Diamond storming towards him… He blinked.
[Pre-story bit]
Hello again, my faithful readers! Holy crap, two chapters in as many months, what is this sorcery? Anyways, I hope you enjoy this preview, the full version will be available next week! [redacted]
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Rich grinned to himself, ascending the last few steps to the ground floor with a bounding, springing stride. He felt incredible. His heart was beating, his lungs hauling in deep breaths, his muscles pumping with pent-up energy. It seemed counter-intuitive, but the more he fucked, the more energetic he felt. Was it a mental thing, his brain rewarding him for fulfilling his biological imperative? Some sort of physical response to the pleasure? Was this only temporary, meaning he’d wake up feeling every bit of exertion in the morning? Was it long-term, meaning he could keep fucking and feeling this good all the time? He wasn’t usually the superstitious sort, but he found himself wondering if his Dad’s books on ‘tantric energy’ might have been onto something. Whatever it was, however long it would last, he was glad to have it. His hulking six-foot-four silhouette dominated the door frame as he emerged into the living room like a marble statue, expertly sculpted. Broad, powerful shoulders layered with heavy slabs of rock-hard muscle, a chiseled, handsome face, a foot-and-a-half pillar jutting proudly from his hips, still covered with a slick sheen of cum and pussy juice. He swiveled his head, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as a satisfied sigh as he surveyed his domain. Couch, TV, armchair, Diamond storming towards him… He blinked.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Daddy's Home Ch. 7
Ch. 7; The Faithful One
[Pre-Story Bit]
Greetings, my faithful readers! It's finally out, the full version of chapter 7! It's been a while since I posted a full chapter, but hopefully you won't hold that against me, and I hope you enjoy it! I know some people have definitely been looking forward to seeing this chapter, and I like to think their faith and support's gonna pay off.
As always, I'm amazed by all the support of my work. Daddy's Home actually managed to break into Hentai Foundry's top 10 popular stories, which is kinda mind-blowing. [redacted]Thanks for reading!
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Richard emerged from his daughter’s bedroom, gently pulling the door closed behind him. Through the narrowing crack, he gave one last look to the lewd scene he left behind, two incredible teenaged beauties, splayed out over the bed in a tangle of stocking-clad legs, arms, and massive, heaving, cum-splattered tits, mewling and moaning softly with pleasure as they slowly recuperated. The door closed with a soft click, leaving Rich standing alone in the hallway. He was completely nude, his thickly-muscled body glistening with sweat, his titanic shaft hanging between his thighs, dangling nearly a foot long in front of churning, apple-sized cum-canisters.
Something strange was going on. And while he couldn’t say having teenagers throw themselves at him was exactly ‘normal’, that wasn’t what was bothering him. Or rather, not bothering him. He’d cum countless times in the last 24 hours, infinitely more than he had in years, and often only after ten or twenty minutes of rough, strenuous fucking. He’d out-fucked three teenagers in their peak, his own daughter twice. He should be a wreck by now. He’d been a wreck after rearranging his den last month. But instead of the aches he was becoming unpleasantly familiar with, his muscles were… revitalized. He felt easily ten years younger, and his thick slabs of muscle burned with the exertion, but it was a good burn, like after a satisfying workout. It didn’t weigh him down, instead, it filled him with energy. His mighty cock gave a lurch between his legs. Even that was feeling the benefits of this… vigor. The more he fucked, the faster he seemed to recover. By the fourth time he’d come in Anna, he wasn’t even starting to soften between rounds.
[Pre-Story Bit]
Greetings, my faithful readers! It's finally out, the full version of chapter 7! It's been a while since I posted a full chapter, but hopefully you won't hold that against me, and I hope you enjoy it! I know some people have definitely been looking forward to seeing this chapter, and I like to think their faith and support's gonna pay off.
As always, I'm amazed by all the support of my work. Daddy's Home actually managed to break into Hentai Foundry's top 10 popular stories, which is kinda mind-blowing. [redacted]Thanks for reading!
[/Pre-Story Bit]
Richard emerged from his daughter’s bedroom, gently pulling the door closed behind him. Through the narrowing crack, he gave one last look to the lewd scene he left behind, two incredible teenaged beauties, splayed out over the bed in a tangle of stocking-clad legs, arms, and massive, heaving, cum-splattered tits, mewling and moaning softly with pleasure as they slowly recuperated. The door closed with a soft click, leaving Rich standing alone in the hallway. He was completely nude, his thickly-muscled body glistening with sweat, his titanic shaft hanging between his thighs, dangling nearly a foot long in front of churning, apple-sized cum-canisters.
Something strange was going on. And while he couldn’t say having teenagers throw themselves at him was exactly ‘normal’, that wasn’t what was bothering him. Or rather, not bothering him. He’d cum countless times in the last 24 hours, infinitely more than he had in years, and often only after ten or twenty minutes of rough, strenuous fucking. He’d out-fucked three teenagers in their peak, his own daughter twice. He should be a wreck by now. He’d been a wreck after rearranging his den last month. But instead of the aches he was becoming unpleasantly familiar with, his muscles were… revitalized. He felt easily ten years younger, and his thick slabs of muscle burned with the exertion, but it was a good burn, like after a satisfying workout. It didn’t weigh him down, instead, it filled him with energy. His mighty cock gave a lurch between his legs. Even that was feeling the benefits of this… vigor. The more he fucked, the faster he seemed to recover. By the fourth time he’d come in Anna, he wasn’t even starting to soften between rounds.
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