Daddy's Home: New Life; Ch. 1, P. 2

[pre-story]William’s introduction to the Johnson family continues as he tells his story and receives some startling revelations in turn.
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

Daddy's Home: New Life; Chapter 1, Part 2

“Please close the door behind you, Mr. Thomas, and take a seat.” Kanae directed as she walked around her desk, a sleek, ergonomically-curved surface of matte white plastic supported by slender metal legs, and settled into her chair, similarly minimalist but ergonomic in design. Will did as he was told, closing the office door, despite feeling like he was sealing himself in, and moved to settle into the chair directly across the desk from her. It felt small, confining, and he tugged at his collar once more. Kanae set her tablet into the stand resting on the desk in front of her, wordlessly studying and tapping at the screen for a few moments before looking up once more and fixing her gaze on Will.

Lay On Hands: Ch. 4

[pre-story] Lay On Hands Part 4! The girls are back, Pyrista finally strips off her skimpy armor, and Rylinne puts her horse-cock to work. Commissioned by the generous Pyrista. 

As always, if you like what you read,
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 Anyways, I hope you enjoy the futa draenei action![/pre-story] 

Lay on Hands: Chapter 4 

“Now, let’s get you out of that armor…” Rylinne purred.

A shudder of anticipation danced down Pyrista’s spine at the words. Reluctantly, she released her grip on Rylinne’s iron-hard horsecock and took a step away. Rylinne stepped back, leaning against the wall of the room as Pyrista sank down into a crouch, her hands going to work unclasping her armored boots, first one, then the other. As she stood once more, she hastily kicked them off, before turning her attention to the fastener on her belt. It soon relented and the belt came undone, it, along with the armored plates that protected her smooth thighs, falling to the floor with a heavy thump. Next, she reached up and lifted the floating iron crown away from her head, setting it aside before shifting to unfasten and remove one crystalline pauldron, then the other. With that, she was left in nothing but an armored thong and a barely-there ‘breastplate’, with twin metal cups that cradled and supported her impressive bust, most of her smooth, powder-blue skin already exposed. 

Happy Birthday: Ch. 11

[pre-story]The story of Happy Birthday continues! Cassidy and John make their escape from Aunt Christina's house! 
If you want more, [redacted] As always, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

Happy Birthday: Chapter 11

Cassidy slammed the car door shut, perhaps a little harder than necessary, closed her eyes, and let out a sigh of relief she hadn’t realized she’d been holding as John climbed into the passenger seat. It felt like she’d just narrowly escaped a swarm of zombies. Giggling, horny, redheaded zombies. The ABCs were her cousins, they were fun, and she loved them, but they were dangerous, like a walking tornado of tits and asses and very talented fingers. It was all too easy to get swept up in their pace and carried along as they played around, until you suddenly found yourself doing something completely crazy. It had happened to Cassidy more than once, and over the years, the triplets had goaded her into her first lesbian experience, her first experience with anal, and very nearly into actual prostitution.

Thot Crimes: Ch. 1

[pre-story]Hello there, faithful readers! So, this is another personal project I may or may not continue, depending on the response it gets. It's a little silly, and quite possibly the story most densely-packed with puns, wordplay, and double-entendres that I've ever written. I'm quite pleased with it. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, and let me know what you think! Should I keep going? [redacted]

As always, I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]


Thot Crimes: Chapter 1  

The room was dark, but for six dim spotlights. In the center, there was a raised platform, upon which men and women in long white coats worn over loose-fitting turtlenecks stood gathered around a damaged machine, muttering amongst themselves as they pulled circuit boards and wires out of the metal shell of the device before them, plugging and unplugging things and splicing wires together. The other five lights shone down upon five figures in black robes with spiked metal shoulderpads, each face shrouded in darkness beneath a deep hood as they sat behind a long, semicircular desk that loomed over the central platform. Each robe was trimmed with a different color accent, yellow, blue, red, green, and purple. As the five figures loomed over the figures in white coats, the air was thick with tension, nearly silent, until the right connection was made and the device hummed to life, its lights glowing a pale blue.

Ciri in Heat; Ch. 1

[pre-story]A new series, from a new commissioner, Fooled Trooper, featuring Ciri from the Witcher games! At a small inn, shortly after her meeting with her father, Ciri steps out into the night to cool her head, but a commotion in the stables draws her attention… Still not sure about the name. If you've got a better suggestion, let me know!
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted]I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

Ciri in Heat; Ch. 1

The inn’s wooden door creaked softly as Ciri pulled it closed behind her. The night air was chilly, but not unbearable on her smooth, pale skin, and between the nearly-full moon and her lantern, she could see just fine. She let her emerald eyes close as a fait breeze swept past her, feeling it blow across her skin and through her long, ashen hair. She quite liked nights like this. She felt like she could relax a little, like she didn’t have to be constantly peering into the darkness, watching the treeline for some monster to emerge. It was exactly what she needed, at the moment.

Ciri hadn’t even taken off her usual travelling clothes yet. Her cream-colored, wide-necked blouse was worn loosely around her chest, baring much of her shoulders, a split down the middle offering a tantalizing glimpse of the bra beneath. Leather bands around her upper arms held the sleeves in place so they wouldn’t bind when she moved, fitted leather gloves extended up to cover most of her forearms before flaring out slightly at the end. A thick leather wrap, almost like a corset, hugged her torso from her hips to just below the swell of her breasts. She wore two belts, one a string of engraved metal squares with rounded corners, each bearing a blue stone at its center, which hugged the thinnest point of her already-narrow waist, the other, a simple leather belt that hung off the swell of her hips, bearing a few small pouches and trinkets. Below, she wore soft leather pants, dark gray, almost black, the hide specially treated so as to stretch and shift freely with her movements while still clinging tight to her slender thighs. Her boots rose to almost her knees, fastened with leather straps that wound around her ankle and calf, leaving the uppermost edge loose and rumpled.

She couldn’t sleep. The meeting with her father was still fresh in her mind, even after several days on the road. She tried not to think about it, but that was like putting a lid on the boiling pot of anger and disgust in her core- All it did was hide the problem while it got worse and worse, until it eventually boiled over. He’d really thought he could just… buy her, that he could just offer Geralt a pile of gold and he’d just hand her over. Of course, Geralt had refused payment, but the very idea infuriated her. Treating her like… like something to be bought and sold, traded or wagered, a possession, an animal… Like the horse he’d ‘generously’ given Geralt after his gold was refused. 

By The Horns: Ch. 7, P. 2

[pre-story]By The Horns continues! Unfortunately, still no sex yet, but soon! The first draft of this one would have required a third chapter to complete the setup before we got to any action. As much as it sucks having to throw out a thousand words and start over, this version works MUCH better. 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

By The Horns: Locking Horns, Part 2

As Rhuno’s hands pulled away, Nisha looked down at her hand, and the sack of coins that sat in her palm. It was heavy, surprisingly so, but it made her feel… uneasy.

Nisha’s morning had started with her running to the bathroom before she puked all over the sheets, only to find herself completely clueless as to how she’d gotten there, with almost no memory of the night before. She managed to piece together some of it, enough that Rhuno had been able to help her fill in most of the gaps as she got herself cleaned up and dressed. All the while, she’d been silently cursing herself, for not keeping better track of her drinks, for wasting a whole night making conversation when she should have been focused on making money. A whole night, with nothing to show for it, just an empty wallet and a splitting headache. Thankfully, Rhuno had a spell to ease her hangover, and his own. Oddly, though, once they’d finished discussing the events of the night before, Rhuno had gone quiet, awkwardly so. Nisha had simply taken his silence as her que to exit, but when she moved to leave, he’d stopped her, beckoned her close, and handed her the pouch.

Daddy's Home: New Life; Ch. 1, P. 1

[pre-story]The time has come! Ia! Ia! The sleeper awakens! Daddy’s Home returns! For real this time, I promise! I’ll keep this brief, for now, and let you read the story. I really wanna hear your thoughts, so let me know what you think in the comments!
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Daddy's Home: New Life; Chapter 1, Part 1

Will took a deep breath and folded the slip of paper with the address scrawled on it and tucked it into his pocket. He’d worn his best khakis and a dress shirt, he’d even put on a tie, which he tugged at, uncomfortably, but he still felt underdressed as he stood in front of the enormous house. The word ‘Mansion’ seemed more appropriate for the looming, finely-decorated structure, but not quite right, either, it didn’t have expansive gardens or miles of lawn, though it did have a rather impressive parking area. It was tall, too, at least five stories. It almost seemed like a hotel, but that wasn’t quite right either, it was definitely a private residence. The girls he’d asked for directions had called it ‘the Johnson House’.