[pre-story]Another short patreon musing, this one suggested by Iceman77! I had fun writing this one! I couldn't decide on the dragonborn at first, but then I had an idea for something new, something to mix things up a bit, and then it all came together. This is my first futa story! I admit, it's a little more difficult to write a futa than I expected, and it probably doesn't help that there were a lot of ladies involved here so pronouns got all mixed up sometimes, but it was interesting. Maybe I'll continue this later on, who knows. Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
“This way.” A priestess in brown robes and a yellow-gold hood and mantle spoke, gesturing the dragonborn to follow her deeper into the temple. The proud imperial woman followed, walking with a confidence forged in dragonfire, passing between a pair of golden statues of the goddess Dibella, her beauty so radiant that even those icons of beauty and womanhood seemed pale by comparison. She was like a dream come to life. Men and women alike lusted over her, over her breasts, perfectly-formed and shapely mounds the size of ripe melons, over her hourglass curves, over her thick, jiggling backside and long, shapely legs. Others envied her for her smooth, pale, flawless skin, her full, plush, pink lips, her regal features, her commanding presence, her subtle strength. She was dressed lightly, wearing only a knee-length green dress with a slit running up one thigh and a leather corset around her narrow waist, the plunging neckline exposing a deep valley of flawless, creamy cleavage. But despite her beauty, there was a coldness to her, she seemed somehow untouchable, unapproachable, and no matter what brave soul made an advance on her, she always turned them down cold. Her soft leather boots padded across the stone floor, only to suddenly come to a stop as her guide halted in front of a pair of dwemer-made double doors. “In here.” She said, pushing them open.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
Musing: Halloween at the Johnson's- Part 1
[pre-story]Just a little peek at what Mr. Johnson and the girls get up to on halloween. [redacted][/pre-story]
“uUUURRN~!”
A deep, angry groan echoed from inside the house. Heavy, ponderous footfalls sounded, drawing closer and closer with every thud. The door suddenly flew open, a massive figure looming in the threshold, a flash of light illuminating its pallid, scarred features, the deep rumble of thunder following swiftly after. It stared down at the children before it from beneath a heavy brow marred by an oozing horizontal gash, held together by dozens of heavy-duty staples. An inhuman rage flashed in in its sunken, staring eyes. The filthy suit hanging off its hulking frame was in tatters, the sleeves shredded to ragged strips around the monster’s powerful limbs. The creature moved stiffly, awkwardly, sections of its immense frame seemingly held together by nothing more than bands of crude stitching. The heavy iron bolt driven through its thick neck shifted as it moved suddenly, lurching forward and reaching towards the young ones before it. “UHRRRRRHHH!” It bellowed furiously.
“Trick or treat!” the trio of children chorused with practiced, saccharine tones. They dug their hands into the bowl the monster clutched, pulling away a moment later clutching greedy, overflowing handfuls of candy, so large they could barely hold together long enough make it into the pillowcases the children carried. Their prizes secure, the children turned and ran off across the lawn toward their next target, dodging the tombstones sticking out of the grass. As they stepped out of the area of the porch light, one childish voice remarked casually, just loud enough for his words to carry to the door. “Who’s supposed to be afraid of Frankenstein, anyways? Babies?”
“uUUURRN~!”
A deep, angry groan echoed from inside the house. Heavy, ponderous footfalls sounded, drawing closer and closer with every thud. The door suddenly flew open, a massive figure looming in the threshold, a flash of light illuminating its pallid, scarred features, the deep rumble of thunder following swiftly after. It stared down at the children before it from beneath a heavy brow marred by an oozing horizontal gash, held together by dozens of heavy-duty staples. An inhuman rage flashed in in its sunken, staring eyes. The filthy suit hanging off its hulking frame was in tatters, the sleeves shredded to ragged strips around the monster’s powerful limbs. The creature moved stiffly, awkwardly, sections of its immense frame seemingly held together by nothing more than bands of crude stitching. The heavy iron bolt driven through its thick neck shifted as it moved suddenly, lurching forward and reaching towards the young ones before it. “UHRRRRRHHH!” It bellowed furiously.
“Trick or treat!” the trio of children chorused with practiced, saccharine tones. They dug their hands into the bowl the monster clutched, pulling away a moment later clutching greedy, overflowing handfuls of candy, so large they could barely hold together long enough make it into the pillowcases the children carried. Their prizes secure, the children turned and ran off across the lawn toward their next target, dodging the tombstones sticking out of the grass. As they stepped out of the area of the porch light, one childish voice remarked casually, just loud enough for his words to carry to the door. “Who’s supposed to be afraid of Frankenstein, anyways? Babies?”
A Satyr's Sacred Seed- Ch. 1
[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!
As always, if you like what you see [redacted]
Content Warnings: Impossible anatomy (huge cock, excessive cum), ball worship, cum-play[/pre-story]
Chapter 1: Seeking a Sweeter Satyr
The cool morning air of the glade was was still, silent but for the songs of birds and the buzz of insects, the soft, emerald grass glistening with a fresh coat of morning dew in the golden shafts of sunlight filtering down through the canopy above. This was a sacred place, where the Shrouded Woods thinned, the towering trees and dense underbrush kept at bay by the will of the Green God, leaving a pristine glade where the Enirii could perform their most sacred rites. All around the edges of the space, like silent wardens watching over the glade, stood a ring of ancient stone statues, all different sizes, some depicting curvaceous, womanly figures, fertile bellies swollen with the gift of life, others depicted strong, masculine figures with goatlike legs and crowns of antlers, wielding unyielding erections, while still others were simpler, towering monoliths of virility, carved stone phalluses that would never soften. Flowering vines wound over the stone surfaces, embracing the fertile female and virile male icons, and climbing up the masculine pillars like bulging veins. Atop each icon, there sat a wreath of fresh flowers, tokens of faith from the Greenleaf tribe that frequented the glade.
The undergrowth at the edge of the glade rustled, a curtain of leaves parting as a youthful, womanly figure tentatively emerged into the open space. She was nude but for her beaded jewelry, every inch of her soft, curvaceous form on full display, much of her flawless honey-tan skin tattooed a warm, earthy red, tribal patterns in the ink depicting leaves, flowers, sprouting seeds, suns, moons, and flames. A river of chestnut-brown hair flowed behind her, cascading down her shoulders and back, almost to her generous backside. The curtain of hair was held back out of her face by the ceremonial crown of leaves she wore, a woven circlet held together by a tiny statuette of feminine fertility, much like the ones ringing the the glade. She had no need for modesty, her body was a vision of perfection from head to toe. Her legs were strong and shapely, widening from small, delicate feet to thick, creamy thighs. Her hips were wide, generous by almost any measure, supporting the swaying, jiggling twin globes of a simply mouth-watering ass, and bearing a dense bush of soft chestnut-brown hair just above her womanhood, a thicket never trimmed or shaved, but naturally well-contained, leaving the lips of her womanhood soft and smooth. Her figure tapered sharply at the waist, only to widen out once more at the chest, giving her a clear hourglass shape. But above all else, her breasts were her most spectacular feature, mounds easily the size of ripe grapefruit and yet still flawless, standing proudly on her chest, the pillow-soft peaks capped with long, thick, dusky pink nipples that practically begged to be sucked. Young she may be, but there was no mistake, everything about her screamed that she was a woman, ripe and ready for breeding.
As always, if you like what you see [redacted]
Content Warnings: Impossible anatomy (huge cock, excessive cum), ball worship, cum-play[/pre-story]
Chapter 1: Seeking a Sweeter Satyr
The cool morning air of the glade was was still, silent but for the songs of birds and the buzz of insects, the soft, emerald grass glistening with a fresh coat of morning dew in the golden shafts of sunlight filtering down through the canopy above. This was a sacred place, where the Shrouded Woods thinned, the towering trees and dense underbrush kept at bay by the will of the Green God, leaving a pristine glade where the Enirii could perform their most sacred rites. All around the edges of the space, like silent wardens watching over the glade, stood a ring of ancient stone statues, all different sizes, some depicting curvaceous, womanly figures, fertile bellies swollen with the gift of life, others depicted strong, masculine figures with goatlike legs and crowns of antlers, wielding unyielding erections, while still others were simpler, towering monoliths of virility, carved stone phalluses that would never soften. Flowering vines wound over the stone surfaces, embracing the fertile female and virile male icons, and climbing up the masculine pillars like bulging veins. Atop each icon, there sat a wreath of fresh flowers, tokens of faith from the Greenleaf tribe that frequented the glade.
The undergrowth at the edge of the glade rustled, a curtain of leaves parting as a youthful, womanly figure tentatively emerged into the open space. She was nude but for her beaded jewelry, every inch of her soft, curvaceous form on full display, much of her flawless honey-tan skin tattooed a warm, earthy red, tribal patterns in the ink depicting leaves, flowers, sprouting seeds, suns, moons, and flames. A river of chestnut-brown hair flowed behind her, cascading down her shoulders and back, almost to her generous backside. The curtain of hair was held back out of her face by the ceremonial crown of leaves she wore, a woven circlet held together by a tiny statuette of feminine fertility, much like the ones ringing the the glade. She had no need for modesty, her body was a vision of perfection from head to toe. Her legs were strong and shapely, widening from small, delicate feet to thick, creamy thighs. Her hips were wide, generous by almost any measure, supporting the swaying, jiggling twin globes of a simply mouth-watering ass, and bearing a dense bush of soft chestnut-brown hair just above her womanhood, a thicket never trimmed or shaved, but naturally well-contained, leaving the lips of her womanhood soft and smooth. Her figure tapered sharply at the waist, only to widen out once more at the chest, giving her a clear hourglass shape. But above all else, her breasts were her most spectacular feature, mounds easily the size of ripe grapefruit and yet still flawless, standing proudly on her chest, the pillow-soft peaks capped with long, thick, dusky pink nipples that practically begged to be sucked. Young she may be, but there was no mistake, everything about her screamed that she was a woman, ripe and ready for breeding.
Monday, August 1, 2016
Musing: Overcome
[Pre-story]Musing #2 for July! Continuing from Overwhelmed, this one features those lovely ladies Mei and Zarya finally getting hot and heavy, but also a little bit intimate. The story's turning out longer than I thought it would, but that's not unusual. You can definitely expect to see some more of this as the months go on. [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
Chapter 2: Overcome
Mei raised a fist, hesitated, swallowed, and finally brought it forward, knocking sharply on the stately wooden door of the room. The silence was deafening as she stood in the empty hallway, fidgeting nervously with the fluffy terrycloth belt that held her robe closed, toes wiggling in her hotel flip-flops. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe she shouldn’t have come. Maybe Zarya was just joking. Or worse, she was playing some kind of cruel trick, luring her out here so everyone would laugh at her… No, no, she was just being crazy now, there was no mistaking what that kiss had meant. Still, she felt so… exposed. The hotel robe only went down to mid-thigh, and it wasn’t quite big enough to completely hide her cleavage. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Mei looked up. “I-” She managed to squeak, only for the words to die on her lips as she processed what she was seeing.
Chapter 2: Overcome
Mei raised a fist, hesitated, swallowed, and finally brought it forward, knocking sharply on the stately wooden door of the room. The silence was deafening as she stood in the empty hallway, fidgeting nervously with the fluffy terrycloth belt that held her robe closed, toes wiggling in her hotel flip-flops. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe she shouldn’t have come. Maybe Zarya was just joking. Or worse, she was playing some kind of cruel trick, luring her out here so everyone would laugh at her… No, no, she was just being crazy now, there was no mistaking what that kiss had meant. Still, she felt so… exposed. The hotel robe only went down to mid-thigh, and it wasn’t quite big enough to completely hide her cleavage. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Mei looked up. “I-” She managed to squeak, only for the words to die on her lips as she processed what she was seeing.
Musing: Fireworks
[pre-story]A quick 4th-of-July-related musing, featuring an incestuous daddy/daughter public sneak-fuck. Wanted to do something topical, you know? It's actually an old idea, I have a file somewhere full of a year's worth of holiday-themed sexy story prompts. I wanted to make a full-on series out of it, but I think the full version's probably never going to happen, so I might just end up using them for musings throughout the year. [redacted] Anyways, enjoy, ya perverts! :P [/pre-story]
Fireworks
“Here it comes!” Cynthia’s mother exclaimed as a distant pop sounded from across the dark waters of the lake in front of them, sending a brilliant streak of sparks shooting into the sky. She was more right than she knew. Cynthia let out a soft ‘ooh’, full, pink-painted lips forming into an O as she shifted her hips, feeling Daddy’s big, fat, throbbing knob pushing against her virgin slit, her tender pink lips parting around it. Daddy’s grip on her hips suddenly tightened, and there was a burst of light and a dull impact she could feel in her chest. Brilliant sparks danced across the sky much the same as they danced behind her eyes as that thick shaft plunged into her tight teenage pussy. The tiny little ebony teen managed a strangled ‘aah’, squirming around the cock that made her as she struggled to adjust to its size. It was all so surreal, seeing her oblivious mother and siblings just a few feet away as she took her father’s cock inside her, the intense pleasure and pain shooting through her core a consistent reminder of the reality of the situation. How had it come to this?
The night had started off so well. She knew Kevin would be at the show, unfortunately with Becky, so she’d dressed to impress. She looked younger than she was, barely more than five feet tall, with silver braces on her teeth, a petite build, slender hips, and a tragically flat chest, cursed with barely-there AA cups while that bitch Becky was busting out of a D-cup. She might be at a disadvantage, but she wasn’t going to give up on Kevin without a fight. She’d worn her jean micro-skirt and strappy sandals, to show off her long, shapely mahogany-brown legs and colorful toenails; then added a sunflower-gold halter top that hugged her lithe torso, the thin material riding just high enough to bare her navel and just sheer enough to make it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Unfortunately, the nights were still cool, even in the heat of summer, and the breeze off the lake was chill enough to give her goosebumps and make her dark nipples harden obviously, straining against the thin fabric. She couldn’t let him see her like that, so she’d been forced to stay with her family. Noticing her cold, Daddy had offered to let her sit on his lap and share his lap-blanket. After a minute of awkward shifting, she’d had to pull up her skirt around her waist to stop the rivets in her skirt from poking the both of them. It didn’t take long for Daddy to react, and she’d felt something big and hard move against her tight, perfect ass, growing inside his shorts. She didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t call him on it, she couldn’t get up, she couldn’t do anything but feel it strain against her and his pants.
She remembered feeling guilty after a minute or two, realizing how uncomfortable it must be to have it straining against the fabric like that. She remembered unzipping his pants and pulling them down just a little, feeling it spring up between her thighs, hot and hard, and realizing it was too big, that it was tenting out the blanket. She remembered grabbing it in a panic and pulling it against her stomach to hide its shape, feeling it’s length grind against her panty-covered virgin pussy in a way that was wrong and delicious and somehow even better because it was so wrong. She remembered slowly starting to move, grinding her hips subtly against her father’s foot-long cock as her hands cradled it against her. She remembered looking over to her mother as she ground her teenage pussy on her father’s steel shaft, the woman oblivious to her husband’s predicament, and she remembered the twisted thrill that ran through her like an electric current. She remembered realizing that it was so wrong, so filthy and perverse, so dangerous and stupid… And she remembered needing more.
Now she was sitting on Daddy’s lap, his strong hands holding her down with an iron grip on her hips, feeling his huge, hot member throbbing inside her tight little recently-virgin pussy. Her inner walls twitched and spasmed around his thickness as she struggled to adjust to the invader, biting her lip to stifle the soft sounds of pain and pleasure as she began to roll her hips lewdly against him. The steely shaft levered inside her with every tiny motion, and she gasped softly, just in time for another burst of fiery colors to go off, high overhead. She leaned back, flattening herself against her father’s broad, muscular torso, her dark nipples achingly hard against her yellow top, and twisted her head around, craning her neck up to put her lips at his ear. “Fuck me, Daddy…” She breathed, hotly, her barely-whispering voice trembling softly. “Fuck your little girl. Your little slut.”
Daddy’s grip on her hips tightened. Flashes of red and white light up the scene around them, her mother, brother, and sister, all just feet away, completely oblivious as Daddy began to lift her by the hips. He raised her up, pulling her off his thick, throbbing member inch by inch, the flared tip tugging at her walls, shooting off hot sparks of sensation. He kept going, lifting her higher and higher, and with every inch the pleasure grew stronger as her fear of being discovered grew, until she was biting her lip hard to stifle the sounds of pleasure. Then, Daddy’s hands suddenly pulled her hips down again, his own hunching up to meet hers as he plunged every last inch back inside her. A massive, brilliant burst of light went off in her mind, mirrored by a brilliant blue flash overhead, just in time to disguise her moan of lust as a coo of awe.
Cynthia was breathing hotly, clinging white-knuckled to the arms of the lawn chair, her back against Daddy’s chest as she writhed with undeniable pleasure. It was so good. So wrong. Why was it so good? A pop from across the water sent a trail of spark shooting into the sky, and Daddy’s strong hands lifted her hips once again. She had to bite her lip to stifle a whimper of pleasure, her teeth sinking into the soft, plump flesh of her pink-painted lower lip. His flared crown tugged at her every ripple and fold, nerves lighting up with dancing sparks of sensation as it passed. It was incredible, and yet, it was just the prelude to something much more impressive. Suddenly, he pulled her down, his hips shooting up to meet hers, driving his red-hot rocket into her to the hilt, setting off an explosion that rocked her lithe teenage body, every bit as spectacular as the burst of colored sparks that went off high above the water.
Daddy was a beast, fucking his little girl from below wildly as he jerked her hips up and down on his length, never settling into a rhythm, always keeping her guessing as to when the next thrust would come. She writhed atop him uncontrollably, whimpering and gasping and moaning softly as she struggled to hold back the sounds of her ecstasy. That long, thick, meaty cock slammed into her again and again, pounding her relentlessly, each thrust an explosion more glorious than the brilliant light show in the sky above them. She knew it was wrong, that she should stop, that is was getting out of hand, that they’d be discovered at this rate. But she couldn’t stop herself from letting her head fall back onto Daddy’s shoulder and whispering hot, breathy words of lewd encouragement into his ear. “Harder, daddy.” “More, daddy” “So big, daddy.” “I’m your slut, daddy. Fuck your little slut.”
“Ugh, fuck…” Daddy’s deep voice muttered between hot, panting breaths. She could feel his cock pulsing, throbbing inside her, bucking with arousal as it pounded into her over and over. He was getting close, and so was she. She needed to pull off him, quick! She knew she was out of birth control, and he wasn’t wearing a condom, either. She couldn’t let him cum inside her unprotected pussy and flood her depths with the same hot, thick, virile seed that made her until his fat balls were completely drained... She moaned out, rolling her hips lewdly against his. The more she thought about how wrong and dangerous it was, the stronger the craving grew, and the weaker her resolve. Her perverse desires aside, she couldn’t let it happen! And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to stop herself from rolling her hips around him desperately, her own release was so close…
Even as she tried to stop it, her head fell back to his shoulder once again, lips just inches from his ear. She shouldn’t say it, she couldn’t say it. But her lips parted anyways. “Cum, daddy. Cum in me.” She pleaded breathily as her rational mind helplessly screamed objections.
“Ooh, it’s the finale!” Her mother cooed, not more than five feet away from father and daughter engaged in the most taboo act they could possibly commit. She gestured across the water as dozens of sparkling trails launched into the sky. Once again, she was more right than she knew. Daddy’s grip tightened almost painfully around Cynthia’s hips, fingers biting into flesh as he suddenly accelerated, jackhammering his incredibly long, thick cock into her quivering pussy. Her eyes went wide, her lips parting wide as rapid-fire explosions of pleasure tore through her body, a throaty moan, the unmistakable sound of pure lust, bubbling up from deep inside her. But all that emerged was a strangled squeak, the air suddenly stolen from her lungs by a massive, overwhelming wave of pure pleasure that ripped through her. Her entire body locked up as a massive orgasm hit her, her every muscle straining tight as she froze in place, only her core still moving as it trembled and spasmed wildly around her daddy’s cock.
As dozens of fireworks burst into a thousand-thousand colorful sparks overhead, and her conscious mind was overwhelmed with blinding pleasure, all she could do was he could feel. Feel her daddy slam her down on his cock to the hilt. Feel that monstrous shaft lurch and throb violently inside her spasming pussy. Feel his body tense up against her back. Feel his shaft pulsing inside her once, twice, then finally fire, shooting off a white-hot streamer of thick, creamy daddy-cum into her, striking her inner walls with impressive force and splattering in all directions. Feel the heat of his molten seed as his cock fired off blast after blast, painting her depths with his potent spunk. Feel him filling her, pumping more and more and more of that boiling-hot spunk into her with each shot, until she could hold no more.
There was one last dull boom, a massive star of golden sparks filling the sky to signal the end of the show as father and daughter panted softly, still joined at the hips, recovering from their illicit tryst. “Wow… That was quite the show!” Cynthia’s mother cooed, smiling softly as she looked over to them. It took them a moment to realize they had to respond, but the two nodded, eagerly agreeing with her. She smiled, pushing herself to her feet and stretching for a moment, before ushering Cythia’s younger siblings to start packing up the blankets and chairs. With the little ones busy, she turned back to her husband and daughter and walked closer. “Maybe next time I’ll try to find a spot with a better view.” She commented, casually, placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder, then suddenly bending down to put her lips to his ear. “Or maybe we can arrange a repeat performance. Something more… intimate.” She purred softly, just loud enough for Cynthia to hear, before swiftly turning away and helping the kids get the stuff in the car, leaving father and daughter sitting there, stunned.
Fireworks
“Here it comes!” Cynthia’s mother exclaimed as a distant pop sounded from across the dark waters of the lake in front of them, sending a brilliant streak of sparks shooting into the sky. She was more right than she knew. Cynthia let out a soft ‘ooh’, full, pink-painted lips forming into an O as she shifted her hips, feeling Daddy’s big, fat, throbbing knob pushing against her virgin slit, her tender pink lips parting around it. Daddy’s grip on her hips suddenly tightened, and there was a burst of light and a dull impact she could feel in her chest. Brilliant sparks danced across the sky much the same as they danced behind her eyes as that thick shaft plunged into her tight teenage pussy. The tiny little ebony teen managed a strangled ‘aah’, squirming around the cock that made her as she struggled to adjust to its size. It was all so surreal, seeing her oblivious mother and siblings just a few feet away as she took her father’s cock inside her, the intense pleasure and pain shooting through her core a consistent reminder of the reality of the situation. How had it come to this?
The night had started off so well. She knew Kevin would be at the show, unfortunately with Becky, so she’d dressed to impress. She looked younger than she was, barely more than five feet tall, with silver braces on her teeth, a petite build, slender hips, and a tragically flat chest, cursed with barely-there AA cups while that bitch Becky was busting out of a D-cup. She might be at a disadvantage, but she wasn’t going to give up on Kevin without a fight. She’d worn her jean micro-skirt and strappy sandals, to show off her long, shapely mahogany-brown legs and colorful toenails; then added a sunflower-gold halter top that hugged her lithe torso, the thin material riding just high enough to bare her navel and just sheer enough to make it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Unfortunately, the nights were still cool, even in the heat of summer, and the breeze off the lake was chill enough to give her goosebumps and make her dark nipples harden obviously, straining against the thin fabric. She couldn’t let him see her like that, so she’d been forced to stay with her family. Noticing her cold, Daddy had offered to let her sit on his lap and share his lap-blanket. After a minute of awkward shifting, she’d had to pull up her skirt around her waist to stop the rivets in her skirt from poking the both of them. It didn’t take long for Daddy to react, and she’d felt something big and hard move against her tight, perfect ass, growing inside his shorts. She didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t call him on it, she couldn’t get up, she couldn’t do anything but feel it strain against her and his pants.
She remembered feeling guilty after a minute or two, realizing how uncomfortable it must be to have it straining against the fabric like that. She remembered unzipping his pants and pulling them down just a little, feeling it spring up between her thighs, hot and hard, and realizing it was too big, that it was tenting out the blanket. She remembered grabbing it in a panic and pulling it against her stomach to hide its shape, feeling it’s length grind against her panty-covered virgin pussy in a way that was wrong and delicious and somehow even better because it was so wrong. She remembered slowly starting to move, grinding her hips subtly against her father’s foot-long cock as her hands cradled it against her. She remembered looking over to her mother as she ground her teenage pussy on her father’s steel shaft, the woman oblivious to her husband’s predicament, and she remembered the twisted thrill that ran through her like an electric current. She remembered realizing that it was so wrong, so filthy and perverse, so dangerous and stupid… And she remembered needing more.
Now she was sitting on Daddy’s lap, his strong hands holding her down with an iron grip on her hips, feeling his huge, hot member throbbing inside her tight little recently-virgin pussy. Her inner walls twitched and spasmed around his thickness as she struggled to adjust to the invader, biting her lip to stifle the soft sounds of pain and pleasure as she began to roll her hips lewdly against him. The steely shaft levered inside her with every tiny motion, and she gasped softly, just in time for another burst of fiery colors to go off, high overhead. She leaned back, flattening herself against her father’s broad, muscular torso, her dark nipples achingly hard against her yellow top, and twisted her head around, craning her neck up to put her lips at his ear. “Fuck me, Daddy…” She breathed, hotly, her barely-whispering voice trembling softly. “Fuck your little girl. Your little slut.”
Daddy’s grip on her hips tightened. Flashes of red and white light up the scene around them, her mother, brother, and sister, all just feet away, completely oblivious as Daddy began to lift her by the hips. He raised her up, pulling her off his thick, throbbing member inch by inch, the flared tip tugging at her walls, shooting off hot sparks of sensation. He kept going, lifting her higher and higher, and with every inch the pleasure grew stronger as her fear of being discovered grew, until she was biting her lip hard to stifle the sounds of pleasure. Then, Daddy’s hands suddenly pulled her hips down again, his own hunching up to meet hers as he plunged every last inch back inside her. A massive, brilliant burst of light went off in her mind, mirrored by a brilliant blue flash overhead, just in time to disguise her moan of lust as a coo of awe.
Cynthia was breathing hotly, clinging white-knuckled to the arms of the lawn chair, her back against Daddy’s chest as she writhed with undeniable pleasure. It was so good. So wrong. Why was it so good? A pop from across the water sent a trail of spark shooting into the sky, and Daddy’s strong hands lifted her hips once again. She had to bite her lip to stifle a whimper of pleasure, her teeth sinking into the soft, plump flesh of her pink-painted lower lip. His flared crown tugged at her every ripple and fold, nerves lighting up with dancing sparks of sensation as it passed. It was incredible, and yet, it was just the prelude to something much more impressive. Suddenly, he pulled her down, his hips shooting up to meet hers, driving his red-hot rocket into her to the hilt, setting off an explosion that rocked her lithe teenage body, every bit as spectacular as the burst of colored sparks that went off high above the water.
Daddy was a beast, fucking his little girl from below wildly as he jerked her hips up and down on his length, never settling into a rhythm, always keeping her guessing as to when the next thrust would come. She writhed atop him uncontrollably, whimpering and gasping and moaning softly as she struggled to hold back the sounds of her ecstasy. That long, thick, meaty cock slammed into her again and again, pounding her relentlessly, each thrust an explosion more glorious than the brilliant light show in the sky above them. She knew it was wrong, that she should stop, that is was getting out of hand, that they’d be discovered at this rate. But she couldn’t stop herself from letting her head fall back onto Daddy’s shoulder and whispering hot, breathy words of lewd encouragement into his ear. “Harder, daddy.” “More, daddy” “So big, daddy.” “I’m your slut, daddy. Fuck your little slut.”
“Ugh, fuck…” Daddy’s deep voice muttered between hot, panting breaths. She could feel his cock pulsing, throbbing inside her, bucking with arousal as it pounded into her over and over. He was getting close, and so was she. She needed to pull off him, quick! She knew she was out of birth control, and he wasn’t wearing a condom, either. She couldn’t let him cum inside her unprotected pussy and flood her depths with the same hot, thick, virile seed that made her until his fat balls were completely drained... She moaned out, rolling her hips lewdly against his. The more she thought about how wrong and dangerous it was, the stronger the craving grew, and the weaker her resolve. Her perverse desires aside, she couldn’t let it happen! And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to stop herself from rolling her hips around him desperately, her own release was so close…
Even as she tried to stop it, her head fell back to his shoulder once again, lips just inches from his ear. She shouldn’t say it, she couldn’t say it. But her lips parted anyways. “Cum, daddy. Cum in me.” She pleaded breathily as her rational mind helplessly screamed objections.
“Ooh, it’s the finale!” Her mother cooed, not more than five feet away from father and daughter engaged in the most taboo act they could possibly commit. She gestured across the water as dozens of sparkling trails launched into the sky. Once again, she was more right than she knew. Daddy’s grip tightened almost painfully around Cynthia’s hips, fingers biting into flesh as he suddenly accelerated, jackhammering his incredibly long, thick cock into her quivering pussy. Her eyes went wide, her lips parting wide as rapid-fire explosions of pleasure tore through her body, a throaty moan, the unmistakable sound of pure lust, bubbling up from deep inside her. But all that emerged was a strangled squeak, the air suddenly stolen from her lungs by a massive, overwhelming wave of pure pleasure that ripped through her. Her entire body locked up as a massive orgasm hit her, her every muscle straining tight as she froze in place, only her core still moving as it trembled and spasmed wildly around her daddy’s cock.
As dozens of fireworks burst into a thousand-thousand colorful sparks overhead, and her conscious mind was overwhelmed with blinding pleasure, all she could do was he could feel. Feel her daddy slam her down on his cock to the hilt. Feel that monstrous shaft lurch and throb violently inside her spasming pussy. Feel his body tense up against her back. Feel his shaft pulsing inside her once, twice, then finally fire, shooting off a white-hot streamer of thick, creamy daddy-cum into her, striking her inner walls with impressive force and splattering in all directions. Feel the heat of his molten seed as his cock fired off blast after blast, painting her depths with his potent spunk. Feel him filling her, pumping more and more and more of that boiling-hot spunk into her with each shot, until she could hold no more.
There was one last dull boom, a massive star of golden sparks filling the sky to signal the end of the show as father and daughter panted softly, still joined at the hips, recovering from their illicit tryst. “Wow… That was quite the show!” Cynthia’s mother cooed, smiling softly as she looked over to them. It took them a moment to realize they had to respond, but the two nodded, eagerly agreeing with her. She smiled, pushing herself to her feet and stretching for a moment, before ushering Cythia’s younger siblings to start packing up the blankets and chairs. With the little ones busy, she turned back to her husband and daughter and walked closer. “Maybe next time I’ll try to find a spot with a better view.” She commented, casually, placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder, then suddenly bending down to put her lips to his ear. “Or maybe we can arrange a repeat performance. Something more… intimate.” She purred softly, just loud enough for Cynthia to hear, before swiftly turning away and helping the kids get the stuff in the car, leaving father and daughter sitting there, stunned.
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.
[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.
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
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!
[redacted]
Anyways, read on and enjoy!
Content warnings: ball worship, excessive cum, cum-play.[/pre-story]
[redacted]
Anyways, read on and enjoy!
Content warnings: ball worship, excessive cum, cum-play.[/pre-story]
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