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.

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.

Musing- Pride

[pre-story] [redacted] Set in the same multiverse as The Thousand Titles of Angra Ba'ahram.[pre-story]

Pride

Belili was on the hunt, and she was getting close. She could almost taste her prey’s mana already. Golden, predatory eyes narrowed as they looked up at the sultan’s grand palace, protected by high walls and an army of guards, both to keep enemies out and the sultan’s vast harem in. Her full, soft lips twisted in a wicked smirk. All too easy. Her physical form flickered like a candle’s flame for a moment, then vanished. Her aetheric form drifted effortlessly through the thick wall, then flew, guided unerringly toward one looming tower, straight toward the mana of her prey. Such a spell was expensive, and would have been far beyond the means of her weaker siblings, but Belili was no common succubus. She was the favored hunter of Ba’Hadad, the Sovereign of the Crimson Isles, sent to drain the most powerful mortals of the lesser realms, both to ensure they couldn’t defend against his might, and to feed his ravenous hunger for mana.