[pre-story]By The Horns continues! Rhuno gets a surprise, and Nisha's surprised in turn!
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, Enjoy![/pre-story]
By The Horns: Locking Horns, Part 4
Wasting no time, Rhuno’s lips parted and his tongue stiffened and pushed forward, the tip of the wet pink muscle parting her folds as it probed for her entrance, running over her sensitive inner lips as it searched. Nisha let out a needy whine, but Rhuno didn’t keep her waiting long. The tip swiftly found her entrance and pushed inside, swiftly followed by inch after inch of delightfully textured tauren tongue as it delved inside her, bathing in the flood of her sweet juices, tasting her desperate need. Nisha let out a throaty moan, tugging on his horns to urge him deeper.
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Sunday, September 30, 2018
Partners, Ch. 4
[pre-story] The steamy conclusion of Partners! Finally! [redacted] Anyways, go ahead and enjoy![/pre-story]
Partners: Chapter 4
“Do it.” She half-whispered. “Take me.”
Wordlessly, Gordon pushed. He could feel Elirel’s entrance resist, instinctively refusing to open before the fat, flared crown as he bore down, but it was a futile effort. His abs tightened as the tip of his spear wedged into her entrance, prying her open bit by bit, more and more of his crown disappearing into her with each passing second. Then, with a sudden rush, he was inside her, his blunt crown piercing through her body’s resistance, the first few inches of his shaft following it as it plunged into her gripping channel. He groaned from deep in his chest at the sensation, squeezing his eyes shut. He’d thought she would be tight, but this… this was beyond anything he could have imagined. Her walls squeezed him like a silken vice, every ripple and fold of her hot, wet depths clinging to his thick shaft, twitching and squeezing around him. He froze in place, his mind overwhelmed by the surge of pleasure, struggling to catch up.
Partners: Chapter 4
“Do it.” She half-whispered. “Take me.”
Wordlessly, Gordon pushed. He could feel Elirel’s entrance resist, instinctively refusing to open before the fat, flared crown as he bore down, but it was a futile effort. His abs tightened as the tip of his spear wedged into her entrance, prying her open bit by bit, more and more of his crown disappearing into her with each passing second. Then, with a sudden rush, he was inside her, his blunt crown piercing through her body’s resistance, the first few inches of his shaft following it as it plunged into her gripping channel. He groaned from deep in his chest at the sensation, squeezing his eyes shut. He’d thought she would be tight, but this… this was beyond anything he could have imagined. Her walls squeezed him like a silken vice, every ripple and fold of her hot, wet depths clinging to his thick shaft, twitching and squeezing around him. He froze in place, his mind overwhelmed by the surge of pleasure, struggling to catch up.
Monday, September 17, 2018
Partners, Ch. 3
[pre-story]Now we're getting into the action!
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Anyways, Enjoy![/pre-story]
Partners: Chapter 3
Silence hung over the room for what seemed like an eternity. Gordon simply blinked and stared, stunned by the confession as Elirel swallowed, nervously. “And now I’m just hoping this wasn’t a huge mistake and that I haven’t just ruined everything and-” She began to babble, words pouring out of her in a jumbled stream, faster and faster, until she was abruptly cut off. A long, well-muscled arm emerged from beneath the sheets, suddenly reaching out and hooking the petite elf around the back of the neck and yanking her forward suddenly. She tumbled over, falling onto the bed on top of Gordon, the smiling red-haired warrior pulling her face down to his. Their lips met with an electric jolt, it was like years of pent-up tension were released in an instant, crackling between them as the connection finally closed. The little elf went board-stiff, her eyes wide with surprise, then slowly melted, her tension slipping away as the human’s powerful limbs wrapped around her in a warm embrace.
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Anyways, Enjoy![/pre-story]
Partners: Chapter 3
Silence hung over the room for what seemed like an eternity. Gordon simply blinked and stared, stunned by the confession as Elirel swallowed, nervously. “And now I’m just hoping this wasn’t a huge mistake and that I haven’t just ruined everything and-” She began to babble, words pouring out of her in a jumbled stream, faster and faster, until she was abruptly cut off. A long, well-muscled arm emerged from beneath the sheets, suddenly reaching out and hooking the petite elf around the back of the neck and yanking her forward suddenly. She tumbled over, falling onto the bed on top of Gordon, the smiling red-haired warrior pulling her face down to his. Their lips met with an electric jolt, it was like years of pent-up tension were released in an instant, crackling between them as the connection finally closed. The little elf went board-stiff, her eyes wide with surprise, then slowly melted, her tension slipping away as the human’s powerful limbs wrapped around her in a warm embrace.
Monday, October 2, 2017
[Musing] The Tale of Mirabel and Erik the Pure, P.2
[pre-story]The conclusion to the patron-requested story of a lovely angel and her long-lost mortal love in paradise! Not much to say on this one, so just enjoy!
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Mirabel stood there, nude. She was a vision of angelic perfection, literally and figuratively. Her smooth, pale skin was devoid of even the smallest of blemishes, her face was soft and kind, her cheeks bearing a rosy flush, her full lips naturally pink, her features framed by long, wavy golden hair and lit by the golden glow of the halo hovering just inches over her head. Her body was equally divine, an hourglass figure, curves that even the most beautiful of mortal women would envy, but not so exaggerated they looked unnatural. Her breasts were perfect, supple mounds the size of oranges that sat proudly on her chest, riding high without the slightest hint of sag, with the unmistakable shape and softness of natural breasts. Her silhouette tapered in at the waist, her stomach smooth and flat, with just the faintest hint of healthy tone beneath it, then flared out into generous, rounded hips that in turn tapered down to shapely thighs, the perfect blend of firm muscle and soft flesh. Between those thighs laid the promised land, her womanhood, a small patch of golden cotton candy fuzz on her pubic bone her only body hair, her outer lips modestly closed, but still flushed rosy-pink, swollen and glistening with desire. Behind her, her glorious wings were half-spread, their neatly-groomed feathers so bright white they almost seemed to glow.
Erik, still on his knees in the seemingly endless field of flowers, could only stare up at her body with blatant awe. She was… divine. That was only word that could possibly describe her. There was a moment of silence as his gaze drank in her beauty, marvelling at every inch of her like he was studying a work of art. Mirabel smiled, softly. “You can do more than just look, you know. Touch me.” She urged, her musical voice taking on a sultry quality.
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Mirabel stood there, nude. She was a vision of angelic perfection, literally and figuratively. Her smooth, pale skin was devoid of even the smallest of blemishes, her face was soft and kind, her cheeks bearing a rosy flush, her full lips naturally pink, her features framed by long, wavy golden hair and lit by the golden glow of the halo hovering just inches over her head. Her body was equally divine, an hourglass figure, curves that even the most beautiful of mortal women would envy, but not so exaggerated they looked unnatural. Her breasts were perfect, supple mounds the size of oranges that sat proudly on her chest, riding high without the slightest hint of sag, with the unmistakable shape and softness of natural breasts. Her silhouette tapered in at the waist, her stomach smooth and flat, with just the faintest hint of healthy tone beneath it, then flared out into generous, rounded hips that in turn tapered down to shapely thighs, the perfect blend of firm muscle and soft flesh. Between those thighs laid the promised land, her womanhood, a small patch of golden cotton candy fuzz on her pubic bone her only body hair, her outer lips modestly closed, but still flushed rosy-pink, swollen and glistening with desire. Behind her, her glorious wings were half-spread, their neatly-groomed feathers so bright white they almost seemed to glow.
Erik, still on his knees in the seemingly endless field of flowers, could only stare up at her body with blatant awe. She was… divine. That was only word that could possibly describe her. There was a moment of silence as his gaze drank in her beauty, marvelling at every inch of her like he was studying a work of art. Mirabel smiled, softly. “You can do more than just look, you know. Touch me.” She urged, her musical voice taking on a sultry quality.
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