[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.
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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.
[/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.
"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.
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