[pre-story]Glorious girly goblin goodness and ferocious futa fiend fun!
As always, if you like that you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Bibiana’s Bargain, Part 3
The baron’s bedroom- well, Bibiana’s bedroom, now- was as richly appointed as one might expect. The baron had filled the space with reminders of his own wealth and power, gold, silver, jewels, exotic woods, and portraits of himself, looking significantly taller, thinner, and with more hair than the reality Bibiana was more familiar with. A magic fireplace burned eternally at one end of the room, filling the space with warmth and making the riches around the room gleam and sparkle. Above the mantle hung a wyvern’s head, its scaly maw frozen in an eternal, ferocious snarl, far more menacing than the sleeping expression it’d worn when his hired mage had stopped its heart. And, of course, what luxuriously appointed bedroom would be complete without an opulent bed? A massive four-poster bed sat in the middle of the space, big enough to sleep a dozen goblins easily, covered in wine-red sheets of finest silk, with matching gauzy curtains tied to the posts at each corner.
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Saturday, March 31, 2018
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
Bibiana's Bargain: P.2
[pre-story]Finally getting around to make some progress on that long, long-overdue commission from the eternally patient Onikumomaru. Bibiana finally gets to work serving her new mistress!
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Bibiana's Bargain, Part 2
The demoness raised a violet hand in a graceful gesture, fingers curling in a fluid come hither motion. “Come closer, my little priestess. Let me get a closer look at my new servant.” She purred, her voice rich and sweet, but with a hint of danger behind it, like the bait for a trap.
“Oui, mistress.” Bibiana murmured obediently straightened up and strode forward obediently, her eyes downcast, careful not to meet her new mistress’ red-glowing eyes, though the hot crimson light that poured from them wasn’t on her face… It roamed down her green-skinned body like a searchlight, lingering on her heavy, milk-laden breasts, her forest green nipples stiffening under the warmth of the demoness’ gaze. It slid down over her soft midsection to the explosive swell of her meaty hips and thick thighs as they rolled and jiggled uncontrollably with each step, on the small, neatly-trimmed patch of thick, dark hair between her juicy thighs that sat above her smooth-shaven nether-lips like a sign, inviting one in for a closer look. Bibiana stopped two paces away from the demoness, folding her hands in front of her, head lowered slightly, demurely waiting for her next order as she had done so often through her life.
“Don’t look at the ground, look at me.” The demoness chided, and Bibiana raised her head, a vague look of confusion on her face as she met her mistress’ burning gaze. The light made her eyes water a little. “I am not your owner, you are not my pet, you are my priestess and I am your goddess. You do not merely serve me, you worship me. I demand your attention, your adoration, your service, at all times.” She explained, her voice firm and commanding, and yet still rich and sweet. “You should not wait passively for my orders, you should actively be seeking to please and praise me. You understand?” She asked, arching a narrow black eyebrow.
Bibana nodded, swallowing somewhat nervously, her eyes watering more and more intensely. “O-Oui, mistress.” She replied, giving a short, apologetic bow, breaking eye contact to blink away the tears filling her eyes. She couldn’t hold eye contact for very long, but she was still supposed to be looking at her… Bibiana raised her eyes, and swallowed as she took in the sight of her mistresses’ body once again, this time, from much closer. Behind the broken horns rising from her forehead, the violet-skinned demoness’ dark hair was short and spiked up, like tongues of black flame. Her features were beautiful and regal, undeniably feminine and proud. Her body was graceful and impossibly slim, with a waspish waist, but perfectly toned, with a sharply-defined eight-back, not an ounce of fat to be found, except where it counted. Her chest heaved with each breath, each enormous mound easily the size of the mistress’ head and softly wobbling the way only natural breasts could, but they sat high and proud on her narrow chest, casually defying gravity’s pull. Her hips flared out like a shelf, round, yet tight, with soft thighs that were somehow still slender enough to leave room between them for the monster that thrust toward the goblin like a weapon.
It was an intimidating shaft to be certain, longer than the small woman’s forearm and wider than her fist, hard as steel and eternally ready to violate any hole presented before it. The upper side was covered in rubbery, thornlike nubs that would surely tug and tease at every nerve and fold of flesh inside, while the fat cum-tube running along the underside was studded with a dozen gleaming steel barbells spaced along its length. The head tapered to a point, and the ridge bore a frill of backward-facing points that pulsed in time with the throbbing of her shaft, making Bibiana shudder, though out of fear or anticipation, she couldn’t be certain. And below the demonic pillar sat the biggest, fattest, heaviest balls Bibiana has ever seen. They looked like a pair of apples, hanging low in the demoness’ smooth violet sack, and they swayed with every tiny motion of their owner’s body, swaying hypnotically as they sloshed with untold gallons of demonic cum. They were practically obscene! Bibiana had never paid too much attention to her partner’s balls before, but she couldn’t stop staring at those gleaming, weighty spheres as they hung between the demoness’ divine thighs, like ripe mangoes, heavy with sweet nectar. She hadn’t noticed before, but there was a scent, too, a salty, musky odor that filled her nose more intensely with each breath…
Bibiana blinked as she felt something hot and heavy rest on her head and something small and hard press into her forehead. She looked up, and felt the demoness’ monstrously lewd cock fall onto her face, resting heavily across her features, completely covering one eye. Her mouth fell open in surprise, her full, red-stained lips pressed against the underside of the pulsing violet shaft, her mouth watering. She… she hadn’t even realized she was walking forward. Her uncovered eye finally focused, only to see the demoness gazing down at her, a smirk quirking the corner of her elegant black lips as she looked down through the valley between her gravity-defying tits. “You see, now you’re doing it.” She purred.
She was. It was automatic, subconscious, before she even realized she was doing it, her tongue had snaked out between her plush lips and flicked, tentatively, at one of the steel barbells that ran the length of her mistress’ demonic cock. It only barely grazed the violet flesh, but the taste exploded across her tongue, it was salty, musky, and hot, spicy, even, it made the tip of her tongue tingle and burn, but it made her immediately want nothing more than to flatten her entire tongue against the pulsing shaft and give the beast a long, loving lick. Which she did. Her small hands came up, trembling slightly as they gripped the beastly cock on either side, fingers sliding between rubbery nubs on the top as she licked the fat violet shaft again. Every breath filled her lungs with that intoxicating, enchanting scent, and her tongue burned deliciously as it squirmed against the cum-channel, weaving around the gleaming, silvery steel piercings as she dragged the wet pink muscle up the full length of the beast, flicking over the tip as she reached the end.
Bibana moaned weakly as she pulled her lips from the shaft, it was delicious, but she needed more, she needed more of this taste, this scent, she needed to lose herself in it, to drown in the mind-numbing essence of her mistress’ potency… Her eyes locked onto the enormous, swaying cum-canisters between her legs, and she dove forward, burying her face in the demoness’ fat, swollen ballsack. The goblin’s eyelids fluttered and she let out a muffled moan, her red lips parting only to be filled with violet ball-flesh. She pursed her lips and sucked, pulling the loose skin between her lips, rolling her tongue over every wrinkle and fold, the burning, tingling sensations spreading all around the inside of her mouth as she sucked and moaned, her nose entirely buried in the source of the heady musk. The action pulled the hanging sack tight, heaving those enormous balls up until they rested directly on her pillowy-soft, magically-enhanced lips.
If there was one things goblins were known for, besides breeding like rabbits, it was big mouths. Bibiana’s lips parted as the heavy, cum-filled nuts rested on her lips, her jaws opening wider and wider. Her hands moved from her mistress’s fat pillar of a cock to the hefty spheres in front of her, cradling and kneading at the demon’s purple nuts, each one of them easily big enough for two hands. Bibiana moaned again, the sound muffled by the twin globes on her lips and the mouthful of sack already inside her mouth. She felt her jaw pop, and she pulled at the fat orbs in both hands, cramming them into her hungry mouth, her plush, crimson lips stretched into a thin line as the enormous balls popped between them, one, then the other, the demoness’ full package bulging out the little green milf’s cheeks more than she’d thought possible. Her eyes watered with effort and her throat spasmed, her overstuffed cheeks trying to force some of the massive mouthful down into her belly, glistening strands of saliva running from the corners of her mouth as she looked up at her mistress with a look that mixed managed to mix pride and lust as it wordlessly pleaded for the demon’s approval.
The demon smiled, her long snake like tongue slithering out from between her black lips, swirling around them hungrily as she took in the sight of the mature little goblin slut struggling not to choke on her massive nuts, half her little green face hidden beneath her mistress’ violet cock. Purple hands drifted down, to gently alight upon the little goblin’s head, stroking and caressing. One hand cradled one of the goblin’s overstuffed cheeks in its palm, thumb wiping away the tears building up in her eye, while the other slid its fingers through Bibiana’s hair, long, sharp nails grazing her scalp as the demoness stroked her head. “Good~, good~...” She purred, petting the goblin like she might stroke a well-behaved pet. Bibiana felt almost like she should feel insulted, belittled by the gesture, but instead, an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment filled her heart, and with it came a wave of pleasure so strong it made her womanhood twitch and drool and her eyelids flutter. She’d pleased her mistress! A moan tried to rise from her throat, unbidden, but all she managed to go was make a choked gargling noise around the oversized mouthful of demonic nuts.
The demoness’ hands shifted until they suddenly gripped the sides of Bibiana’s head firmly, claw like nails grazing over the back of her skull as her fingers wove into her hair. Bibiana blinked, rising out of the daze from the demoness’ praise, just in time to feel the violet-skinned woman pull her head backward, slowly pulling her off her ballsack. Bibiana whined in protest, feeling inches of sweaty, delicious ball-meat pull past her stretched lips, until only the twin spheres remained inside, the fat orbs tugging at her lips, too big to pull out easily. Bibana didn’t want to let go, she wanted more! Why was her mistress pulling her away, wasn’t she doing a good job? She tightened her lips as much as she could and moaned in protest, lavishing the swollen spheres with licks and sucks, savoring the musky, salty, spicy flavor, trying to convince the mistress to let her keep working. The mistress bit her lip and let out a soft purr, but her arms still flexed, and the goblin was no match for her mistress’ strength. Rather than one at a time, as they’d entered, the two apple-sized orbs exited the goblin’s mouth side-by side, her magically enhanced lips stretching painfully for just a moment as they popped free. A splattering of spit followed them, the fat cum-factories gleaming as they fell back into place, thoroughly polished to a shine by Bibiana’s tongue, her saliva still dripping off the pendulous balls.
The demoness smirked down at the goblin milf, at her dazed, disappointed, and longing expression, her tongue still reaching out for her mistress’ balls. One hand gripped a handful of the goblin’s hair to hold her in place while the other slid down to her chin and angled it up, letting her weighty demonic shaft slap down onto her pretty green face once more, landing on her outstretched tongue. “An excellent start, my little priestess.” The demoness purred, rolling her hips to saw her steel-studded shaft across the goblin’s features as her tongue eagerly went to work, licking, lapping, and flicking side-to-side. “However, I do so dislike this dark, musty dungeon.” She sighed, looking around at the dark stone walls, before looking back to Bibiana, a sharp-toothed smile spreading across her black lips. “Take me to your former master’s bedroom, so that I may break in your new bed properly.” She commanded.
Bibiana’s core tightened with eager anticipation of what would surely be a night to remember. “Oui, Mistress!” She chirped, brightly. Her passive, servile attitude and hesitation were gone, replaced by an eager, almost desperate desire to please her new mistress.
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Bibiana's Bargain, Part 2
The demoness raised a violet hand in a graceful gesture, fingers curling in a fluid come hither motion. “Come closer, my little priestess. Let me get a closer look at my new servant.” She purred, her voice rich and sweet, but with a hint of danger behind it, like the bait for a trap.
“Oui, mistress.” Bibiana murmured obediently straightened up and strode forward obediently, her eyes downcast, careful not to meet her new mistress’ red-glowing eyes, though the hot crimson light that poured from them wasn’t on her face… It roamed down her green-skinned body like a searchlight, lingering on her heavy, milk-laden breasts, her forest green nipples stiffening under the warmth of the demoness’ gaze. It slid down over her soft midsection to the explosive swell of her meaty hips and thick thighs as they rolled and jiggled uncontrollably with each step, on the small, neatly-trimmed patch of thick, dark hair between her juicy thighs that sat above her smooth-shaven nether-lips like a sign, inviting one in for a closer look. Bibiana stopped two paces away from the demoness, folding her hands in front of her, head lowered slightly, demurely waiting for her next order as she had done so often through her life.
“Don’t look at the ground, look at me.” The demoness chided, and Bibiana raised her head, a vague look of confusion on her face as she met her mistress’ burning gaze. The light made her eyes water a little. “I am not your owner, you are not my pet, you are my priestess and I am your goddess. You do not merely serve me, you worship me. I demand your attention, your adoration, your service, at all times.” She explained, her voice firm and commanding, and yet still rich and sweet. “You should not wait passively for my orders, you should actively be seeking to please and praise me. You understand?” She asked, arching a narrow black eyebrow.
Bibana nodded, swallowing somewhat nervously, her eyes watering more and more intensely. “O-Oui, mistress.” She replied, giving a short, apologetic bow, breaking eye contact to blink away the tears filling her eyes. She couldn’t hold eye contact for very long, but she was still supposed to be looking at her… Bibiana raised her eyes, and swallowed as she took in the sight of her mistresses’ body once again, this time, from much closer. Behind the broken horns rising from her forehead, the violet-skinned demoness’ dark hair was short and spiked up, like tongues of black flame. Her features were beautiful and regal, undeniably feminine and proud. Her body was graceful and impossibly slim, with a waspish waist, but perfectly toned, with a sharply-defined eight-back, not an ounce of fat to be found, except where it counted. Her chest heaved with each breath, each enormous mound easily the size of the mistress’ head and softly wobbling the way only natural breasts could, but they sat high and proud on her narrow chest, casually defying gravity’s pull. Her hips flared out like a shelf, round, yet tight, with soft thighs that were somehow still slender enough to leave room between them for the monster that thrust toward the goblin like a weapon.
It was an intimidating shaft to be certain, longer than the small woman’s forearm and wider than her fist, hard as steel and eternally ready to violate any hole presented before it. The upper side was covered in rubbery, thornlike nubs that would surely tug and tease at every nerve and fold of flesh inside, while the fat cum-tube running along the underside was studded with a dozen gleaming steel barbells spaced along its length. The head tapered to a point, and the ridge bore a frill of backward-facing points that pulsed in time with the throbbing of her shaft, making Bibiana shudder, though out of fear or anticipation, she couldn’t be certain. And below the demonic pillar sat the biggest, fattest, heaviest balls Bibiana has ever seen. They looked like a pair of apples, hanging low in the demoness’ smooth violet sack, and they swayed with every tiny motion of their owner’s body, swaying hypnotically as they sloshed with untold gallons of demonic cum. They were practically obscene! Bibiana had never paid too much attention to her partner’s balls before, but she couldn’t stop staring at those gleaming, weighty spheres as they hung between the demoness’ divine thighs, like ripe mangoes, heavy with sweet nectar. She hadn’t noticed before, but there was a scent, too, a salty, musky odor that filled her nose more intensely with each breath…
Bibiana blinked as she felt something hot and heavy rest on her head and something small and hard press into her forehead. She looked up, and felt the demoness’ monstrously lewd cock fall onto her face, resting heavily across her features, completely covering one eye. Her mouth fell open in surprise, her full, red-stained lips pressed against the underside of the pulsing violet shaft, her mouth watering. She… she hadn’t even realized she was walking forward. Her uncovered eye finally focused, only to see the demoness gazing down at her, a smirk quirking the corner of her elegant black lips as she looked down through the valley between her gravity-defying tits. “You see, now you’re doing it.” She purred.
She was. It was automatic, subconscious, before she even realized she was doing it, her tongue had snaked out between her plush lips and flicked, tentatively, at one of the steel barbells that ran the length of her mistress’ demonic cock. It only barely grazed the violet flesh, but the taste exploded across her tongue, it was salty, musky, and hot, spicy, even, it made the tip of her tongue tingle and burn, but it made her immediately want nothing more than to flatten her entire tongue against the pulsing shaft and give the beast a long, loving lick. Which she did. Her small hands came up, trembling slightly as they gripped the beastly cock on either side, fingers sliding between rubbery nubs on the top as she licked the fat violet shaft again. Every breath filled her lungs with that intoxicating, enchanting scent, and her tongue burned deliciously as it squirmed against the cum-channel, weaving around the gleaming, silvery steel piercings as she dragged the wet pink muscle up the full length of the beast, flicking over the tip as she reached the end.
Bibana moaned weakly as she pulled her lips from the shaft, it was delicious, but she needed more, she needed more of this taste, this scent, she needed to lose herself in it, to drown in the mind-numbing essence of her mistress’ potency… Her eyes locked onto the enormous, swaying cum-canisters between her legs, and she dove forward, burying her face in the demoness’ fat, swollen ballsack. The goblin’s eyelids fluttered and she let out a muffled moan, her red lips parting only to be filled with violet ball-flesh. She pursed her lips and sucked, pulling the loose skin between her lips, rolling her tongue over every wrinkle and fold, the burning, tingling sensations spreading all around the inside of her mouth as she sucked and moaned, her nose entirely buried in the source of the heady musk. The action pulled the hanging sack tight, heaving those enormous balls up until they rested directly on her pillowy-soft, magically-enhanced lips.
If there was one things goblins were known for, besides breeding like rabbits, it was big mouths. Bibiana’s lips parted as the heavy, cum-filled nuts rested on her lips, her jaws opening wider and wider. Her hands moved from her mistress’s fat pillar of a cock to the hefty spheres in front of her, cradling and kneading at the demon’s purple nuts, each one of them easily big enough for two hands. Bibiana moaned again, the sound muffled by the twin globes on her lips and the mouthful of sack already inside her mouth. She felt her jaw pop, and she pulled at the fat orbs in both hands, cramming them into her hungry mouth, her plush, crimson lips stretched into a thin line as the enormous balls popped between them, one, then the other, the demoness’ full package bulging out the little green milf’s cheeks more than she’d thought possible. Her eyes watered with effort and her throat spasmed, her overstuffed cheeks trying to force some of the massive mouthful down into her belly, glistening strands of saliva running from the corners of her mouth as she looked up at her mistress with a look that mixed managed to mix pride and lust as it wordlessly pleaded for the demon’s approval.
The demon smiled, her long snake like tongue slithering out from between her black lips, swirling around them hungrily as she took in the sight of the mature little goblin slut struggling not to choke on her massive nuts, half her little green face hidden beneath her mistress’ violet cock. Purple hands drifted down, to gently alight upon the little goblin’s head, stroking and caressing. One hand cradled one of the goblin’s overstuffed cheeks in its palm, thumb wiping away the tears building up in her eye, while the other slid its fingers through Bibiana’s hair, long, sharp nails grazing her scalp as the demoness stroked her head. “Good~, good~...” She purred, petting the goblin like she might stroke a well-behaved pet. Bibiana felt almost like she should feel insulted, belittled by the gesture, but instead, an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment filled her heart, and with it came a wave of pleasure so strong it made her womanhood twitch and drool and her eyelids flutter. She’d pleased her mistress! A moan tried to rise from her throat, unbidden, but all she managed to go was make a choked gargling noise around the oversized mouthful of demonic nuts.
The demoness’ hands shifted until they suddenly gripped the sides of Bibiana’s head firmly, claw like nails grazing over the back of her skull as her fingers wove into her hair. Bibiana blinked, rising out of the daze from the demoness’ praise, just in time to feel the violet-skinned woman pull her head backward, slowly pulling her off her ballsack. Bibiana whined in protest, feeling inches of sweaty, delicious ball-meat pull past her stretched lips, until only the twin spheres remained inside, the fat orbs tugging at her lips, too big to pull out easily. Bibana didn’t want to let go, she wanted more! Why was her mistress pulling her away, wasn’t she doing a good job? She tightened her lips as much as she could and moaned in protest, lavishing the swollen spheres with licks and sucks, savoring the musky, salty, spicy flavor, trying to convince the mistress to let her keep working. The mistress bit her lip and let out a soft purr, but her arms still flexed, and the goblin was no match for her mistress’ strength. Rather than one at a time, as they’d entered, the two apple-sized orbs exited the goblin’s mouth side-by side, her magically enhanced lips stretching painfully for just a moment as they popped free. A splattering of spit followed them, the fat cum-factories gleaming as they fell back into place, thoroughly polished to a shine by Bibiana’s tongue, her saliva still dripping off the pendulous balls.
The demoness smirked down at the goblin milf, at her dazed, disappointed, and longing expression, her tongue still reaching out for her mistress’ balls. One hand gripped a handful of the goblin’s hair to hold her in place while the other slid down to her chin and angled it up, letting her weighty demonic shaft slap down onto her pretty green face once more, landing on her outstretched tongue. “An excellent start, my little priestess.” The demoness purred, rolling her hips to saw her steel-studded shaft across the goblin’s features as her tongue eagerly went to work, licking, lapping, and flicking side-to-side. “However, I do so dislike this dark, musty dungeon.” She sighed, looking around at the dark stone walls, before looking back to Bibiana, a sharp-toothed smile spreading across her black lips. “Take me to your former master’s bedroom, so that I may break in your new bed properly.” She commanded.
Bibiana’s core tightened with eager anticipation of what would surely be a night to remember. “Oui, Mistress!” She chirped, brightly. Her passive, servile attitude and hesitation were gone, replaced by an eager, almost desperate desire to please her new mistress.
Monday, November 27, 2017
Bibiana's Bargain, P1.
[pre-story]Finally getting to work on actual commissions! Well, at least a little. This is the commission I started on months ago that's been on hold while I work on musings and shorts and such. It was basically like this when I came back to it, I just had to tweak a few things here and there and add a paragraph on the end to cap it off nicely as a 'part one'. Very convenient. No sex just yet, but definitely sexiness, involving a milfy shortstack goblin and a sexy futa demoness.
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted]
Commissioned by the eternally patient Onikumomaru. Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
Bibiana's Bargain, P. 1
There are points in one’s life where one must stop and ask themselves how they arrived at them. As she lay there, hog-tied and helpless, while her master began to chant in some unknowable tongue, the mystical lines and symbols drawn on the cold stone floor with black chalk beginning to glow with a sickly purple light, Bibiana found herself at one such point.
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted]
Commissioned by the eternally patient Onikumomaru. Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
Bibiana's Bargain, P. 1
There are points in one’s life where one must stop and ask themselves how they arrived at them. As she lay there, hog-tied and helpless, while her master began to chant in some unknowable tongue, the mystical lines and symbols drawn on the cold stone floor with black chalk beginning to glow with a sickly purple light, Bibiana found herself at one such point.
Friday, June 30, 2017
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.
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
By The Horns: Ch. 5, P. 2
[pre-story]I decided to break the main part of the chapter up into two parts, because holy fuck this is getting to be massive. If you add up all parts I've written so far, it's about 18k words, and I'm still only like half-done with the last part. I feel a lot less guilty about posting this part than I did about the first one, because this one is definitely sexy. I can't say exactly when the last part will come out, my productivity has been just all over the place lately, but I'll be working hard to get it finished (also, got me some new pills that should help), and I'm really, really hoping I can get it done in time to post it this month.
As always, if you like what you see [redacted][/pre-story]
Unlikely Adversaries, Part 2
Rhuno gripped the metal spike in one calloused, three-fingered hand, raised it high, then swung with all his strength, bringing it sweeping down into a brutal horizontal stab, driving it deep into the tough material and giving it a sharp twist at the end. Then he let go, leaving the spike planted there, and stepped back, watching with baited breath. Finally, a trickle of amber liquid began to pour forth, and Rhuno laughed, his voice a booming rumble like distant thunder across the plains. Glitz and Ginny both wore expressions of surprise, Ginny’s mixed with glee and Glitz’ with dismay. The tauren wore a broad, triumphant grin as he stepped forward again, reaching out, one hand turning off the spigot he’d just driven in as the other grabbed the first pitcher of pale ale from the freshly-tapped keg.
As always, if you like what you see [redacted][/pre-story]
Unlikely Adversaries, Part 2
Rhuno gripped the metal spike in one calloused, three-fingered hand, raised it high, then swung with all his strength, bringing it sweeping down into a brutal horizontal stab, driving it deep into the tough material and giving it a sharp twist at the end. Then he let go, leaving the spike planted there, and stepped back, watching with baited breath. Finally, a trickle of amber liquid began to pour forth, and Rhuno laughed, his voice a booming rumble like distant thunder across the plains. Glitz and Ginny both wore expressions of surprise, Ginny’s mixed with glee and Glitz’ with dismay. The tauren wore a broad, triumphant grin as he stepped forward again, reaching out, one hand turning off the spigot he’d just driven in as the other grabbed the first pitcher of pale ale from the freshly-tapped keg.
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
By The Horns Ch. 5, P. 2 [Preview]
[pre-story]So, I decided to break the main part of the chapter up into two parts, because holy fuck this is getting to be massive. If you add up all parts I've written so far, it's about 18k words, and I'm still only like half-done with the last part. I feel a lot less guilty about posting this part than I did about the first one, because this one is definitely sexy. I can't say exactly when the last part will come out, my productivity has been just all over the place lately, but I'll be working hard to get it finished (also, got me some new pills that should help), and I'm really, really hoping I can get it done in time to post it this month.
[redacted][/pre-story]
Unlikely Adversaries, Part 2 [Preview]
Rhuno gripped the metal spike in one calloused, three-fingered hand, raised it high, then swung with all his strength, bringing it sweeping down into a brutal horizontal stab, driving it deep into the tough material and giving it a sharp twist at the end. Then he let go, leaving the spike planted there, and stepped back, watching with baited breath. Finally, a trickle of amber liquid began to pour forth, and Rhuno laughed, his voice a booming rumble like distant thunder across the plains. Glitz and Ginny both wore expressions of surprise, Ginny’s mixed with glee and Glitz’ with dismay. The tauren wore a broad, triumphant grin as he stepped forward again, reaching out, one hand turning off the spigot he’d just driven in as the other grabbed the first pitcher of pale ale from the freshly-tapped keg.
Ginny stepped forward too, marvelling at the barrel, one small hand coming up to touch the rough oak surface. “Looks like you lost, Glitz!”
Glitz' expression turned to one of amused, begrudging acceptance as she reached into her pocket, but Rhuno simply grinned. “I warned you, I used to do it all the time! Made a lot of gold off new crusaders with that trick. Not a lot to do in northrend except fight and drink.” He added, leaning against a wall as he raised the pitcher to his lips and took a swig.
When Rhuno lowered the pitcher again, the foam clung to his upper lip in a pale moustache. Glitz giggled a bit as she fished out a coin and flipped it haphazardly in Rhuno’s general direction. The shining disk arced gracefully through the air, only to land with an undignified splash in his pitcher of ale. There was a half a moment of silence, then all three cracked up, giggling and laughing as the golden disk sank through the amber liquid to settle at the bottom.
Ginny shook her head as the giggle-fit wore off. “Ohh, wow… I think finding that funny means I’m officially drunk.”
Glitz giggled again, shaking her head. “How can somebody with ‘Gin’ in their name be such a lightweight?”
“Hey!” Ginny objected as she poured herself another gnome-sized glass of ale. “First…” She began, gesturing at the two now-empty kegs that had preceded this one. “...That’s a lot of alcohol! And second, Ginnfizzle is a perfectly normal name that has nothing to do with alcohol! My mom was named Ginnfizzle!” She explained, then paused, looking thoughtful, before muttering “...Though, grandpa did own a bar, and she was working there when dad met her...”
Glitz giggled uncontrollably at that revelation, tipping backward until she fell off her stool, hitting the floor with a dull thump, still laughing. “A bar wench! YOU’RE a bar wench’s daughter? Fuck, the apple must’ve rolled a LONG way from the tree!”
“Mom was NOT a bar-wench!” Ginny pouted, then paused, the full comment percolating through the haze of alcohol. “...Hey, wait, what’s that supposed to mean?”
Glitz wiped at the corners of her eyes as she pushed herself up off the floor. “Ginny. Honey.” She began. “You know yer shit with machines and wires an’ crap, sure… but you are SO stiff and awkward.” She explained.
“I’m not stiff!” Ginny objected, planting her hands on her hips as she scowled at Glitz, looking inescapably like a child mid-tantrum.
Glitz shook her head as she sat up fully. “Yer stiff as a board right now! You talk stiff, you walk stiff, you act stiff! You’d be a terrible bar wench!” Glitz replied. “Wenches gotta be relaxed, they gotta be flexible, an’ graceful, an’ sexy! Like dancers, but they gotta talk to people too.” She explained, sagely, giving her arms an illustrative wiggle.
“I am NOT stiff!” Ginny reiterated, scowling a little harder. “Look!” She exclaimed, lifting her mostly-full glass to her lips and chugging its contents, before slamming the empty vessel down on the table.
[/Preview]
[redacted][/pre-story]
Unlikely Adversaries, Part 2 [Preview]
Rhuno gripped the metal spike in one calloused, three-fingered hand, raised it high, then swung with all his strength, bringing it sweeping down into a brutal horizontal stab, driving it deep into the tough material and giving it a sharp twist at the end. Then he let go, leaving the spike planted there, and stepped back, watching with baited breath. Finally, a trickle of amber liquid began to pour forth, and Rhuno laughed, his voice a booming rumble like distant thunder across the plains. Glitz and Ginny both wore expressions of surprise, Ginny’s mixed with glee and Glitz’ with dismay. The tauren wore a broad, triumphant grin as he stepped forward again, reaching out, one hand turning off the spigot he’d just driven in as the other grabbed the first pitcher of pale ale from the freshly-tapped keg.
Ginny stepped forward too, marvelling at the barrel, one small hand coming up to touch the rough oak surface. “Looks like you lost, Glitz!”
Glitz' expression turned to one of amused, begrudging acceptance as she reached into her pocket, but Rhuno simply grinned. “I warned you, I used to do it all the time! Made a lot of gold off new crusaders with that trick. Not a lot to do in northrend except fight and drink.” He added, leaning against a wall as he raised the pitcher to his lips and took a swig.
When Rhuno lowered the pitcher again, the foam clung to his upper lip in a pale moustache. Glitz giggled a bit as she fished out a coin and flipped it haphazardly in Rhuno’s general direction. The shining disk arced gracefully through the air, only to land with an undignified splash in his pitcher of ale. There was a half a moment of silence, then all three cracked up, giggling and laughing as the golden disk sank through the amber liquid to settle at the bottom.
Ginny shook her head as the giggle-fit wore off. “Ohh, wow… I think finding that funny means I’m officially drunk.”
Glitz giggled again, shaking her head. “How can somebody with ‘Gin’ in their name be such a lightweight?”
“Hey!” Ginny objected as she poured herself another gnome-sized glass of ale. “First…” She began, gesturing at the two now-empty kegs that had preceded this one. “...That’s a lot of alcohol! And second, Ginnfizzle is a perfectly normal name that has nothing to do with alcohol! My mom was named Ginnfizzle!” She explained, then paused, looking thoughtful, before muttering “...Though, grandpa did own a bar, and she was working there when dad met her...”
Glitz giggled uncontrollably at that revelation, tipping backward until she fell off her stool, hitting the floor with a dull thump, still laughing. “A bar wench! YOU’RE a bar wench’s daughter? Fuck, the apple must’ve rolled a LONG way from the tree!”
“Mom was NOT a bar-wench!” Ginny pouted, then paused, the full comment percolating through the haze of alcohol. “...Hey, wait, what’s that supposed to mean?”
Glitz wiped at the corners of her eyes as she pushed herself up off the floor. “Ginny. Honey.” She began. “You know yer shit with machines and wires an’ crap, sure… but you are SO stiff and awkward.” She explained.
“I’m not stiff!” Ginny objected, planting her hands on her hips as she scowled at Glitz, looking inescapably like a child mid-tantrum.
Glitz shook her head as she sat up fully. “Yer stiff as a board right now! You talk stiff, you walk stiff, you act stiff! You’d be a terrible bar wench!” Glitz replied. “Wenches gotta be relaxed, they gotta be flexible, an’ graceful, an’ sexy! Like dancers, but they gotta talk to people too.” She explained, sagely, giving her arms an illustrative wiggle.
“I am NOT stiff!” Ginny reiterated, scowling a little harder. “Look!” She exclaimed, lifting her mostly-full glass to her lips and chugging its contents, before slamming the empty vessel down on the table.
[/Preview]
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
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.
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.
Friday, March 24, 2017
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.
[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.
Wednesday, March 1, 2017
Musing: Emerald Trade (Part 1)
[pre-story]A patreon musing! So, I love goblins-as-shortstacks, and then I saw some art of a muscled goblin babe, and I thought, huh, that's cool, hey, maybe hobgoblins are, like, regular goblins, just with a genetic trait that makes them super-buff? And then I wanted to write a sexy goblin shortstack and a muscled goblin amazon and then here we are. I was expecting this to get straight to the sex, but as seems to happen so often with me, I got too deep into the setup and it's over before I know it. So, actual sex will have to wait for the next installment. I also got to include a reference to Ba'Ahram in there, so that was fun. Enjoy!
Side note: If a short and busty babe is called a shortstack, is a short and muscular babe called a shortslab? Is that a thing? Can it be?[pre-story]
Andor let out a quiet groan, his head throbbing painfully.
“Look, he’s waking up!” an unfamiliar, feminine voice called out.
Slowly, Andor’s eyelids opened, only to squint blearily against the light filtering through the canopy above. He was on his back on the forest floor, but he didn’t remember lying down…He tried to shift and push himself up, only to feel something rough biting into his wrists and his head give another painful throb. “Wha-?” He mumbled, confused, struggling to get his bearings. He’d been out hunting. He’d bagged a couple rabbits, but nothing really impressive. He’d been heading home, and then… blackness.
“Don’t bother struggling. You’re not gonna slip the knots.” Came a second voice, deeper than the first, but still clearly feminine.
Blinking away the bleariness, Andor forced his eyes open, catching sight of the scene before him. The sky beyond the leaves and branches above was just turning orange with the first hints of sunset. A small campfire crackled merrily just a few paces away, the rabbits he’d caught already skinned, cleaned, and roasting on sticks over the open flames. “Hey, those are-” He began to object, when he finally took note of the two figures staring down at him and fell silent.
Side note: If a short and busty babe is called a shortstack, is a short and muscular babe called a shortslab? Is that a thing? Can it be?[pre-story]
Andor let out a quiet groan, his head throbbing painfully.
“Look, he’s waking up!” an unfamiliar, feminine voice called out.
Slowly, Andor’s eyelids opened, only to squint blearily against the light filtering through the canopy above. He was on his back on the forest floor, but he didn’t remember lying down…He tried to shift and push himself up, only to feel something rough biting into his wrists and his head give another painful throb. “Wha-?” He mumbled, confused, struggling to get his bearings. He’d been out hunting. He’d bagged a couple rabbits, but nothing really impressive. He’d been heading home, and then… blackness.
“Don’t bother struggling. You’re not gonna slip the knots.” Came a second voice, deeper than the first, but still clearly feminine.
Blinking away the bleariness, Andor forced his eyes open, catching sight of the scene before him. The sky beyond the leaves and branches above was just turning orange with the first hints of sunset. A small campfire crackled merrily just a few paces away, the rabbits he’d caught already skinned, cleaned, and roasting on sticks over the open flames. “Hey, those are-” He began to object, when he finally took note of the two figures staring down at him and fell silent.
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