Gwen's Curse: Ch. 1, P. 3

[pre-story]Chapter one of Gwen's Curse reaches its thrilling conclusion, thanks to the return of its original commissioner! As always, I hope you enjoy, and look forward to more![pre-story]


Gwen's Curse: Chapter 1, Part 3


Gwen felt the heat radiating off Ben’s throbbing, precum-slick, apple-sized cockhead on her lips as she drew closer, the thick, musky scent of his magically-enhanced cock filling her nose with every shallow breath she took. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her face was flushed and hot, her bright green eyes staring down the impossibly long shaft of the weapon that her own delicate hands now aimed squarely at her lips. A thought flashed through her mind, bright and clear enough to pierce through the thick haze that blanketed it; why would anyone even MAKE a spell that could do this? No normal person would be able to handle a cock that was this long, this thick, this ridiculously HUGE… Her lips parted slightly as she hesitated there, just a hair’s breadth away from crossing the line into sucking her dweeby cousin’s overgrown cock, a heated, panting breath escaping her lips and wafting over its swollen, sensitive crown. Ben stifled a whimper, holding perfectly still, frozen in place, staring down at her with wide eyes and breathless anticipation, paralyzed by fear that even the tiniest motion or quietest whimper might break the spell and scare her off, like a spooked animal.

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 5

[pre-story]By the horns continues! Nisha looks to settle the score! This chapter's shaping up to be pretty long, but I'd say it's lookin' like a pretty fun ride, so far. 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy! [/pre-story]

By The Horns: Chapter 7, Part 5 

Nisha pushed herself up to a sitting position, closing her eyes for a moment as she ran a hand through her hair, sweeping a stray lock out of her face and generally tidying it up a little after tossing her head around wildly. When she opened them again she looked up at Rhuno, still kneeling near the foot of the bed, and she flashed him a bright, playful smile. “Well? Come on, big guy, where do you want me?”

Gwen's Curse: Ch. 1, P. 2

[Pre-story]Part two of Gwen’s Curse! Enjoy!

Unfortunately, it also comes with bad news: the commissioner who was funding more chapters of this story cancelled their pledge, so it won’t be continuing to get regular updates. It’s not dead, just ‘orphaned’, but unless somebody takes over the commission, updates will probably be pretty irregular, and dependent on whether or not it wins the polls on my [redacted]. 

In related news, Happy Birthday has also suffered a similar fate. I’m not sure yet if it’s ‘orphaned’ or just cancelled, I gotta think about it for a bit. And in tangentially related news, since I lost two big patrons in a week, I’m now in full desperation mode again. If you like my work, [redacted][/pre-story]

Gwen’s Curse: Chapter 1, Part 2

Gwen’s mouth felt dry, even as she swallowed, nervously. Ben was possibly the most obstinate, stubborn, prideful person she knew. He never admitted he needed help, no matter how stacked the odds were or how thoroughly he was getting his butt kicked. And yet, now, he was practically begging for help. Help with his… erection, the nasty, gross… fat… throbbing… veiny… just so HUGE… She shook her head, snapping herself out of that train of thought. She had to focus. “What… what do you mean? Help how?” She asked, whispering so as not to be overheard.

Gwen's Curse: Ch. 1, P. 1

[pre-story]Another story for you all to enjoy, the start of another brand-new series from a brand-new anonymous commissioner, based on a series that’s long held a special place in my memories, Ben 10. Gwen wants to try out a spell she’s been translating, and Ben owes her a favor, but neither has any idea what the consequences might be…
I surprised myself, working on this one, I sat down to get started on it one day morning and I was DONE by noon! I’ve never managed to start and finish a whole chapter in a single sitting before…

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

Gwen’s Curse: Chapter 1, Part 1

“Ugh, this is so bo~ring~…” Ben groaned, rolling his head back as he slouched in place and let his arms hang limp in an exaggerated, overly-dramatic gesture.

Gwen was running out of patience, herself, but for very different reasons. The redhead stood up, planting her wrist on one hip, her hand occupied by her pocket-sized notebook, the corners of her mouth pulling down into a scowl as she narrowed her eyes into a glare. “Listen, dweeb, you PROMISED you would do ANYTHING I wanted if I helped you buy that Sumo Slammers card, and it’s time to pay up.” She said, bending forward at the waist and gesturing down at the ground with the purple chalk in her other hand, specifically, at the chalk circle he stood inside, half-surrounded with mysterious symbols. “So you’re going to stand there, be quiet, and let me try out this spell! And unless you want me to mess it up and accidentally turn you into a frog, you’ll STOP DISTRACTING ME.” She snapped, causing ben to flinch away, slightly. He was silent for a moment as Gwen’s eyes narrowed even further, glowering at him for a moment, before she straightened up, sank down to her knees again, and went back to work on the symbols.

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

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...

Bibiana's Bargain, P1.

[pre-story]Finally getting to work on actual commissions! Well, at least a little. This is the commission I started on months ago that's been on hold while I work on musings and shorts and such. It was basically like this when I came back to it, I just had to tweak a few things here and there and add a paragraph on the end to cap it off nicely as a 'part one'. Very convenient. No sex just yet, but definitely sexiness, involving a milfy shortstack goblin and a sexy futa demoness. 
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted]
Commissioned by the eternally patient Onikumomaru. Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

Bibiana's Bargain, P. 1 

There are points in one’s life where one must stop and ask themselves how they arrived at them. As she lay there, hog-tied and helpless, while her master began to chant in some unknowable tongue, the mystical lines and symbols drawn on the cold stone floor with black chalk beginning to glow with a sickly purple light, Bibiana found herself at one such point.

Reunited, P. 1

[pre-story]I decided to try and write something halloweeny, and with a little help, I came up with this idea. Vampire meets succubus, with an interesting twist! No sex in this part, got carried away with the setup bits, as usual. Not sure if I'll end up continuing this at this point, it's well past Halloween and I got actual commissions to work on now... 
As always, if you like what you see [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

Reunited, Part 1

He was looking. Good. Without looking at him, Aleksandria shifted on her stool, her long, shapely, legs uncrossing. Black leather knee-high platform boots swung out, her black, thigh-high stockings parting for just a moment, granting just the barest glimpse of the pale, flawless flesh above them, not quite hidden beneath a short, black-on-gray pleated schoolgirl skirt. It lasted only a moment, before she casually swung the other foot up and crossed them the other way. But any trollop could pull off the Basic Instinct tease. Aleksandria was an artist. While his eyes were still on her, she rolled her spine, drawing his eyes up as her slim, corseted midsection pulled against the laces of her top. The movement continued, pushing her chest out to thrust the gloriously full, pale mounds, already presented deliciously by the corset to even greater prominence, the silver charm dangling off her necklace hanging just above the deep valley of her cleavage. Then, the finisher. Her glossy black-painted lips quirked at the corner, a subtle smirk, and she turned her crimson eyes to meet his. Her face was an image of porcelain perfection, pale, flawless, skin with a photoshoot-ready application of dark makeup that made her red eyes smolder. Not a single strand of long, straight, silky black hair was out of place as she turned to look squarely at him, holding his gaze, as she raised a hand, her fingernails painted black, and crooked her finger, gesturing him closer. He was hooked.

He rose from his seat and walked over, trying so hard to look cool and disinterested while still moving as quickly as possible. He was mostly unremarkable, a typical twenty-something goth boy dressed up in a hot topic halloween costume. Easy prey. Her tongue flicked over the points of her fangs inside her mouth. Another night, another horny boy, another easy meal, another day in the eternal life of a vampire… Honestly, the goth boys were getting boring, but unfortunately, there were only so many ‘scenes’ where incredibly-pale skin and red eyes didn’t seem that out of place. Obediently, her evening meal settled in to sit down on the empty bar stool next to her, and she turned to face him.

As she opened her mouth to speak, a new voice suddenly cut her off, bright and girlish and cheery, the sound alone making her bristle like she’d just heard nails on a chalkboard. “Hey there, stud~! Buy a girl a drink?” It asked, and suddenly her prey wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at the slut that suddenly plopped down onto the bar stool on the opposite side. Aleksandria narrowed her eyes.

[Musing] The Pillar of Glory

[pre-story]Another musing! So, odd origin story for this idea. I was having a discussion about what sort of materials a fantasy sex toy would be made of, and then somebody mentioned dragon bone, and then I made a pun, and then I started to really think about it and ideas started forming... So, I have three fantasy sex toy ideas to write about now, and this is the first.
On the actual execution of the idea... I'm not proud of this one, I admit. Mistakes were made. If I hadn't fallen so in love with the idea of starting with the dance, I probably could have started with her being led down into the pyramid and finished this thing in one part. But then I got here, and I'm already behind schedule and adding a sex scene would be another thousand words at least and rewriting it would take even longer... I am definitely going to learn from this in the future, but for now, have part one.
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Papan bit her lip nervously as the stood at the foot of the towering staircase leading up to the peak of the tiered pyramid of Xochikama, fingers gripping tight at the edges of the shroud draped over her shoulders, holding it tightly closed. The fabric was itchy on her skin, and she was soaked in sweat, but it was the only thing shielding her body from the gaze of the gathered crowd. Elder Sister Nenetl laid a hand on her shroud-covered shoulder, and she jolted, head whipping around to look. The elder sister smiled, reassuringly. “Remember, you aren’t performing for them. You’re performing for HIM.” She reminded, looking toward the peak of the pyramid.

Papan smiled back, weakly. “Thank you, elder sister…” she replied, then turned her gaze to the chamber at the peak of the pyramid once more. She closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath. “I- I’m ready.” She declared.

By The Horns: Ch. 5, P. 1

[pre-story] Hey there, Squish here, with something a little... unusual. Chapter 5, all together, is about 12k words long at the moment, and will probably be closer to 15k by the time I’m finished. Considering the length, and how long it’s taking, I thought it might be best to break it up a little. This seemed like the cleanest break, but it doesn’t actually have any sex in it, so I debated about it for a long while, until the calendar kinda forced my hand. If you’re just in it for the smut, you could probably skip this part without too much trouble. Still, it’s got a cool fight scene and sets up the initial relationship between the girls and their relationship to Rhuno. I’m still not sure if I’m gonna split the main portion of the story or not, so you might get one big or two smallish parts after this, but I can assure you, whatever comes next, there will be plenty of sex in it. If you wanna see the full story as soon as it's done, remember to check out my patreon![/pre-story] 

Unlikely Adversaries, Part 1

“BITCH!”
“WHORE!”

The sounds of shrill, angry shouts echoing from the laboratory were nothing new, and the people of Gadgetzan were content to ignore them as they went about their business beneath the burning desert sun. The ensuing crash of breaking glass, and the dull boom that that followed, were new, but not not so new as to warrant more than a curious glance from passerbys. But when Glitz came flying out of the building, thrown with enough force to break one of the hinges on the double doors as she passed through them, hitting the cracked, baking earth and sliding a couple feet, well, that was certainly new enough to draw some stares.

By The Horns Ch. 5, P. 1 [Preview]

[pre-story] Hey there, Squish here, with something a little... unusual. Chapter 5, all together, is about 12k words long at the moment, and will probably be closer to 15k by the time I’m finished. Considering the length, and how long it’s taking, I thought it might be best to break it up a little. This seemed like the cleanest break, but it doesn’t actually have any sex in it, so I debated about it for a long while, until the calendar kinda forced my hand. If you’re just in it for the smut, you could probably skip this part without too much trouble. Still, it’s got a cool fight scene and sets up the initial relationship between the girls and their relationship to Rhuno. I’m still not sure if I’m gonna split the main portion of the story or not, so you might get one big or two smallish parts after this, but I can assure you, whatever comes next, there will be plenty of sex in it.
[redacted][/pre-story]

Unlikely Adversaries, Part 1

“BITCH!”
“WHORE!”

The sounds of shrill, angry shouts echoing from the laboratory were nothing new, and the people of Gadgetzan were content to ignore them as they went about their business beneath the burning desert sun. The ensuing crash of breaking glass, and the dull boom that that followed, were new, but not not so new as to warrant more than a curious glance from passerbys. But when Glitz came flying out of the building, thrown with enough force to break one of the hinges on the double doors as she passed through them, hitting the cracked, baking earth and sliding a couple feet, well, that was certainly new enough to draw some stares.

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.

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.

Project Stud: Ch. 2

[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, finally! This chapter's been in the works for AGES, it feels like. It was planned out more than a year ago, and I started actually working on it like three months ago. Unfortunately, the project got heavily delayed due to some real-life interference (if you want to know the details, [redacted] you can just message me however you want, if you're curious), but thankfully, the commissioner (Iceman 77) is eternally patient. I actually had a whole lot of fun writing this one! When I actually got the chance to write it flowed beautifully, no stops, no stalls, no agonizing over decisions... 
As always, [redacted] Anyways, I really hope you enjoy, I certainly did![/pre-story]

Chapter 2: The Confession


Jessica narrowed her eyes as she leaned forward, hands planted on the table, staring intensely down at the scroll before her, carefully inspecting each and every line of ink. Andrew hovered nearby, the hulking minotaur standing back and to the side, his hands folded behind his back as he chewed his lower lip anxiously. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, the usually-quiet workshop dead silent. Even ever-diligent Alexandra found her attention drawn away from the crystal she was infusing to await the verdict with baited breath.


Finally, the silence broke when Jessica let out a sigh, straightening up once again and turning on on her heel to face Andrew, brow furrowed. “Your air runes are still too rigid. You have to let the brush flow, you can’t write every element like you do earth…” She chided, then paused, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. “But... you’re getting much better. I know it’s hard to work against your affinity, and you’ve made a lot of progress.” She added, reassuringly, before turning back to the scroll and giving it one final look. “This will work, though it won’t last as long…” She muttered, suddenly grabbing the scroll and giving it back to Andrew. “Go set up the scribes, and then you’re dismissed for the evening.” She ordered.

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.

Project Stud: Ch. 2 [Preview]

[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with a new chapter in the Project Stud story, commissioned by the eternally patient Iceman77. I'm not sure what it was about this story, but it just flowed so beautifully from a writing perspective. Like, I never got stuck on a line, never agonized over a decision, I wrote average or above-average word counts each day I got to actually sit down and write... It was really, really satisfying to see it just pour forth from my keyboard like that. Anyways, you got a nice big ol' chapter to read, so enjoy!
[redacted][/pre-story]

Chapter 2: The Confession

Jessica narrowed her eyes as she leaned forward, hands planted on the table, staring intensely down at the scroll before her, carefully inspecting each and every line of ink. Andrew hovered nearby, the hulking minotaur standing back and to the side, his hands folded behind his back as he chewed his lower lip anxiously. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, the usually-quiet workshop dead silent. Even ever-diligent Alexandra found her attention drawn away from the crystal she was infusing to await the verdict with baited breath.

Finally, the silence broke when Jessica let out a sigh, straightening up once again and turning on on her heel to face Andrew, brow furrowed. “Your air runes are still too rigid. You have to let the brush flow, you can’t write every element like you do earth…” She chided, then paused, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. “But... you’re getting much better. I know it’s hard to work against your affinity, and you’ve made a lot of progress.” She added, reassuringly, before turning back to the scroll and giving it one final look. “This will work, though it won’t last as long…” She muttered, suddenly grabbing the scroll and giving it back to Andrew. “Go set up the scribes, and then you’re dismissed for the evening.” She ordered.

Andrew’s face split into a grin as he visibly relaxed, wordlessly taking the scroll and spinning on a hoof, heading over to the scribing tables lined up against the wall. Jessica watched from afar as he laid carefully laid out the scroll on the first one, then blank scrolls on all the others. The corner of her mouth curled into a satisfied smirk. He really was making good progress, particularly since they’d come to their little ‘arrangement’, which she was also pleased to note, didn’t seem to diminish her authority in his eyes. Her gaze lingered on him, slowly drifting down until she realized she was ogling his tight butt through his trousers and abruptly spun back around, tearing her gaze away. Her eyes fell upon Alex, the ashen-skinned dark elf’s own gaze swiftly pulling away from Andrew as well, only to meet her teacher’s. Her eyes widened in a moment of panic, and she swiftly spun around in her seat, suddenly completely focused on her infusion. Jessica smirked once more, striding across the workshop to stand just behind her elven pupil.

“See something more interesting than your assignment? Jessica asked, a teasing lilt to her voice, leaning over the girl’s shoulder.

Alex stiffened, then slumped a bit in her seat as she realized she was well and truly caught. “I’m sorry, Miss Springs, I got distracted…” She tried to explain.

Jessica straightened up, shaking her head and holding up a hand to cut her off. “You’re not in trouble, Alexandra. You’re free to work at your own pace, as long as your assignment gets done.” She explained, pausing for a moment, a look of concern flickering across her face. “...But if there’s something distracting you, it would be wise to address it.”

“I’m all finished with the quills, Miss Springs!” Andrew called from across the workshop, drawing a glance from both girls as he headed for the door. Behind him, the scribing tables were already busy, six floating brushes moving in unison, tracing the lines of his completed scroll onto blank sheets. “I’m heading out!” He added, giving a small wave as he ducked his horns through the doorframe, disappearing out the door with surprising speed, considering his bulk.

Alex stared at the empty doorframe for a moment, her hand slowly sinking back down after waving goodbye. She glanced up at Jessica, then sighed, looking down again. “...Can I ask you something?”

Jessica arched an eyebrow, curious. “Of course.”

Alex looked up again, meeting her teacher’s eyes. “What did you do to Drew?”

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.

Musing- DDDD&D

[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with an old bonus chapter freshly released for you to enjoy! I have a bunch of story ideas for a fantasy setting waiting around for me to do something with them, and I was overcome by the urge to make a world for them all to fit into. So, this is kind of an introduction to the concept. I’m probably going to double down on this idea sometime later and flesh this short out into a full-length chapter to build off of with the other stories, but no idea when that'll happen.
 [redacted] Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
Content warnings: Unrealistic anatomy (on both genders), magic, fantasy interracial, group sex, butt stuff, furry a little m/m, a little futa, and a sad ending.[/pre-story]

Dicks, DDs, Dungeons, and Dragons

The old woman’s lips quirked in a bemused smirk, the faint wrinkles at the corners of her mouth crinkling. “...My name is Aellia Vaer’Dahn. I was named at the spring equinox, one hundred and ninety nine years ago. This equinox would have been my two hundredth, but, well... ” she sighed, raising one slender, smooth wrist, gesturing to the heavy, runed shackle locked around it, the thick chain clinking as it was dragged over the cold stone of the cell floor.

She certainly didn’t look her age. Her skin was soft, fair, and smooth, with only a handful of faint wrinkles around her lips and eyes. The woman’s silky silver hair was swept back over her long, pointed ears, cascading down her back, onto the simple cot she sat upon, and over the edge, the tips hanging level with her gently-swinging bare feet. And her body… She was petite and slender, just under five feet, with a slender hourglass figure, smooth, graceful curves obvious even through her prison garb. It didn’t do much to conceal her breasts, either, the milky mounds like ripe cantaloupes, tenting out the modest garb to expose more cleavage than the designer had intended. They would have been generous on a human, but on an elf, they drew stares.

A Satyr's Sacred Seed: Ch. 1 [preview]

[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with a brand-new commission from Galbuscho, featuring a couple of characters you may be familiar with, Varossion the satyr and Alika the enirii! I’m not gonna lie, this one gave me a lot of trouble, but once I stopped trying to force it to match up with my initial plans, I had a lot of fun with it. This is part one, so there should be more of this sooner or later, provided the commissioner sticks around. This is kind of a successor to the story The First Kiss of the Life Seed, so if you want to see a little more of Alika, go check it out!

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Anyways, read on and enjoy!

Content warnings: ball worship, excessive cum, cum-play.[/pre-story]

Musing: The Fall

[pre-story]This is a continuation from the musing Pride, so go read that one first!
Just a quick note here, I went back and retroactively changed 'prince' to the more historically accurate and cooler-sounding title 'shahzade', so don't be too confused if you're just getting here. I didn't even realize a sultan's heir was called anything but 'prince'. Apparently, Alladin is not the greatest source for historical/cultural accuracy.[/pre-story]

The Fall

Belili was putty in the grip of the shahzade, her shameful orgasm leaving her too weak to offer more than a token resistance as he seized her ankle and spread her perfectly sculpted legs wide. The powerful male loomed over her, a living statue of toned bronze muscle, crowned with dark, wavy hair and a carefully trimmed goatee, his face handsome, regal, and, at the moment, twisted into a cocky smirk. He spread her legs wide, her smooth honey-toned thighs parting, revealing the flushed, glistening core of her needy womanhood to his hungry gaze for a moment, before it was promptly hidden behind the massive slab of cock be brought down upon it with a smack. He set the base of his iron club at her entrance and, with some effort, laid it out atop her, its length stretching out along her midsection. She could feel the heat of it against her flesh, she could see the flared crown nearly reaching her bellybutton, neatly illustrating just how deep it would go, and she was powerless to stop it from doing just that.