Monthly Reward Stories - 2018

by Shivern

Summary:

Collection of stories requested by supporters from 2018.

Chapter 1: Jan. 2018 - Story #1: Fen x Senna (OCs)

Summary:

Fen, a young noble, and Senna, his Drakonian servant, certainly have a relationship that may differ from other high houses.

Characters: Original
Contains: F/M, Massage, Vaginal

“Master Fenton, you're so stiff,” the Drakonian cooed as she worked her hands down his back. “Have you been getting enough rest?”

Fen sighed as she massaged the tension from his body, her soft, scaled palms wringing out the knots in his muscles. “My nights have been a bit… restless, as of late. I've been ‘entertaining’ a number of insatiable ladies.”

“Oh, my… it sounds tough,” Senna mumbled, her mind fantasizing what those nights may have entailed. “I presume Master wishes he could just lay back and not worry about responsibilities?”

“For even another ten minutes, I'd do anything.”

“Anything…?”

She was persistent, but in his relaxation, Fen paid it little mind. “Yeah…”

With that admission out and open, Senna worked to turn her master over. He didn't seem to consciously understand her intentions until a hand tightened around his manhood, and began to pump gently. Fen stifled his initial reaction, almost jerking his muscles as pleasure flooded up his body. This was hardly an uncommon thing for Senna to do, he just wasn't as prepared.

Regardless of his surprise, he lay back on the reclined chair and let Senna do as she pleased. Her hands made sure he was soon stiff and ready, cock twitching eagerly in her hand, before she mounted. The Drakonian’s wide hips straddled Fen, thighs pressing in on his sides as she raised herself up above him; her panties were suddenly and mysteriously missing. With a light grip, she guided Fen inside, sighing as she pushed him to the hilt.

“You're as w-wonderful as ever, Senna!” Fen stuttered, adjusting to the feeling.

They had just begun and he had already complimented her, Senna was bristling with glee. Taking hold of his sides, she began to pump her hips, letting herself rise and fall at an almost unbearably slow pace. Sighs and moans broke from her lips, her eyes locked on her master's. It took a considerable amount of concentration to keep her composure. Part of her duty wasn't just to attend to the needs of her master, but to uphold herself as a servant worthy of the house’s name.

Whether it was cleaning, cooking, or ‘caring’ for her young master, Senna did it all; with plenty of enthusiasm to boot.

Her bosom bounced and threatened to break free of her skimpy maid attire, nipples poking through the thin fabric. For such a large, and quite endowed, woman, Senna seemed to care little about the state of her attire even as her cleavage threatened to spill free. Fen liked it, after all. Senna could feel his excitement, her own pleasure causing her tail to writhe in bliss.

“How is it, Master? Tell me how it feels!”

His hands came up to grip her wide hips as he responded, fingers pressing in on her soft surface. “As perfect as ever, Senna. I couldn't ask for a better servant!”

She almost squealed in delight. “Thank you, Master! Please, appreciate all I can offer.~”

Senna began to lean down, her rear still working Fen’s manhood as her chest hung in right above his face. With a quick motion, she pulled her top down. Her large bust spilled free, almost smothering her master in soft, warm mammaries. He took it as he queue to get a closer look, burying himself in them as his arousal grew and grew.

It did cross his mind, at this point, that this perhaps wasn't what he'd exactly planned to do today. Not that he'd complain about it, Senna was a wonderful exception to his woes.

Time passed quickly, ecstasy and enthusiasm building in kind. Their moans and the sounds of their flesh colliding filled the room, moist noises coming and going as their fluids mixed. It wouldn't be long until Fen came, both knew it.

“Master, come inside me! Fertilize my eggs like you love to do!~”

She needn't ask twice, Fen was happy to oblige. As her hips came down in rapid succession, the young master felt his loins fit to burst. He held her down, trying to push as deep as he could as his seed finally came rushing out in a heavenly, rapturous moment. Senna cooed as his hot sperm filled her womb, stuffing it to full before it rushed back out the way it came as space began to become sparse. There was only so much room inside, so some of his spunk began to ooze out and drip from her quivering snatch.

The Drakonian was having her own orgasm, biting her lip as her body quaked and shivered. She was accepting her master's cum once more. Nothing could be better than this! Senna wouldn't dare let him go till he was drained and dry, gyrating her hips to get out every drop she could before finally leaning back up.

“Was my… massage… to your liking, Master?” She spoke between heavy pants, lifting her skirt to show the status her nethers were in.

Fen saw how his batter covered not just her insides but her outside. It was a sticky, erotic mess. Thick globs of seed leaked and dripped onto his crotch despite her best efforts to hold it all in.

“As wonderful as I could have wished, Senna…,” he murmured, feeling the exhaustion come riding back in like the tide.

“I'm so happy! I shall stay with Master, if he wishes to nap. I hear tell that my chest or thighs work wonderfully as pillows.~”

He chuckled softly; it was a good offer to take. Not wanting to get himself more of a mess, he elected to rest his head on her chest, pulling himself out of her as he finally softened. Sleep took him as she stroked his hair, her other hand rubbing her belly and hoping his virile sperm would take inside her.

It certainly wouldn't be the first time her eggs had been seeded by him, nor would it be the last if she had any say in it.

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Chapter 2: Jan. 2018 - Story #2: Halla (OC)

Summary:

Halla may have the looks and personality that could sink their hooks into anyone, but even for her, she sometimes has troubles finding company. Then she has to take matters into her own hands.

She couldn't believe her luck, the rotten night she'd had. Halla wasn't mad, more disappointed and downtrodden if anything. It was a night with nothing to do, a break between moments in her contract, and she had hoped to find a lucky suitor to keep her company. Yet, despite everything being in her favor, each and every young man had turned her down. Her mind couldn't stop thinking about it, even as she made it back to her room.

Staring into the tall mirror than was on one side of the room, she looked herself over. Her favorite red dress was in perfect shape, body fitting the fabric better than anyone could ever dream. Even her figure itself seemed radiant, skin and curves as soft as ever. Of course, her ‘assets’ were lovely; even a blind man could see that.

Just what was wrong, she wondered as she placed a hand on her rear and squeezed. Halla couldn't figure it out, she was as good looking as always, but she also wouldn't let it ruin her night. After all, a lady knew how to entertain herself, should she need to and a mirror like this gave lots of possibilities. She was already breaking into a grin just thinking about it.

There was little point in waiting; Halla began to slide off her panties from under her dress, tossing them aside as she sat. With her back to the mirror and her dress held aside, she could easily see her peach-shaped rump in the reflection with only a glance behind her. For some reason, the Chimeran was fixated on it tonight, and knew just what to do.

Pulling out a small, flat device, she hit a few buttons on her phone and watched as the display turned on and began to hum with power. Points of soft, yellow light rose and connected, forming the shape she currently desired most. A fake cock, made entirely of ‘hard light’ was right in front of her, warm to the touch. Halla had put perhaps more hours than she needed to into coding this false phallus, but she had been sure it would pay off.

Hard-light was hardly a new technology, though still developing. It was mostly used for displays or construction models, among other things. For Halla, she enjoyed using it to bypass physical security devices, like duplicating keys or even fooling retinal scanners. The latter example was still in the works, but she had had her successes. One thing the creator of this technology probably never considered was that someone would shove it somewhere private…

Like what Halla was planning just now.

She knew just the size and shape she wanted, having set it ahead of time, pushing it up against her butt and looking at just how it measured up. It was at least seven inches with a nice girth, a small challenge for what Halla was planning. Not wanting to delay, as she had ogled it enough already, Halla watched herself as she lifted her fine ass up and over the cock, bringing it down so that the head pushed right into her backdoor.

Halla felt like giving her butt some appreciation tonight, and as she slowly worked all seven inches into her colon, she knew she was on the right track.

She watched as it slowly vanished into her butthole, skin indenting around her pucker as she went. Halla bit her lip as she hilted and began to turn and twist her hips, adjusting to the shape of the hard-light dildo.  Truly, she had outdone herself! It only took a few seconds for the excitement to take hold of her, the mature spy adjusted her stance and began to piston her butt vigorously.

Loud, lewd noises came from her rear as she continuously took the cock to the hilt, juices coating it's length and squelching as they rubbed against her flesh. Her butt rippled with each drop, tender fat jiggling up her cheeks and even along her back. Halla huffed in approval, both in what she saw in the mirror and what she felt. Seeing her own body didn't arouse her, but watching her reflection was a tad different.

Even as the minutes passed, Halla couldn't look away. Her body grew hotter by the minute, to the point that she needed to let herself breathe better. While still bouncing on the hard-light cock, she undid the zipper on her dress (a feat made unnecessarily difficult by her motions) and let the top fall from her shoulders. Halla’s bosom was let free, breasts falling with gravity before bouncing in time with her movement. A gasp broke from her luscious lips as the cold air finally hit the surface of her skin, shivering in delight.

Everything was perfect! She did all she could to hold in her sounds, lest she inform her neighbors of her actions. The faint warm inside her, the glow from under her near-perfect butt, the very motions of her body as it pumped that fake cock until she couldn't take it anymore. For even a Chimeran like her, she had her limits. It took only another minute of heavy pounding for it to come, Halla almost having to rest on her hands as her hips worked.

With just a few final drops at the end of that minute, all the pleasure that had been building was finally released. Her extra dense nerves lit up in bliss, back arching and bending as it shot up her spine. Halla's mind felt like it was blinded by it, a long, soft groan escaping her throat as she relished her long-awaited orgasm. She let it hover through her, let the glow sit in her head and slowly dissipate with time until it finally faded away.

Her body was left flustered and sweaty, breathe long and heavy. She lifted her butt up, watching as the hard-light prick slide free from her rump and left it gaping as it emerged. The sight almost made her want to go a second round, but her toy couldn't outlast her. It sputtered, dimming and shrinking as the power failed from overuse. Halla let out a sad sigh as the particles returned to their storage inside, vowing to look into a stronger battery system.

Though she was happy, it did better than she could ever hope and a second round with it lingered in her mind as she walked to the bathroom to shower. Even if she couldn't pick up a young, eager man, she knew she always had her own toys ready and waiting.

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Chapter 3: Feb. 2018 - Story #1: Fen x Senna, Morning Wake-up (OCs)

Summary:

Fen is used to a lot of things in his daily routine; from morning to night there’s a lot of things a young lord like him must do. Thankfully, his servants are there for him to make things easier, even before he wakes up.

“Oh, Master,” a soft voice whispered, “it's time to wake up. A whole new day is awaiting.~”

Fen, deep in sleep, recognized the voice and was slow to rouse. His sensations came back one by one, gradually hooking his brain back up to the world. The young lord felt something warm around his legs, a strange wetness, and a barely audible rustling. Eyes opening, vision blurred but soon focused, it was easy to notice the bulge under the sheets. It seemed concentrated around his lower body and was a bizarre thing to see.

In his drowsy state, Fen didn't consider what it meant, simply pulling at the blanket until he revealed just what was underneath.

As it fell away, he realized what, or rather who, it was. Senna, his incorrigibly dedicated servant, was hiding beneath the covers. To his groggy mind, it seemed as though she were crouched and ready to pounce, but as he watched her, and his sense of touch returned, he had little option but to let out a sharp gasp. Fen finally knew what was happening, what with his cock being smothered by the Drakonian’s lips and tongue.

“G-Good morning, Senna,” he mumbled, righting himself at the head of the bed. She didn’t pause in her motions as he did. “As eager as always for your morning work?”

She hummed in agreement, continuing to bob her head. Her collar jingled softly as she went, accompanied by her slurping and hushed sounds. Senna knew her master enjoyed a peaceful morning session, as did she enjoy a nice bonus to her usual breakfast. It wasn't uncommon for the house servants to rise early, take a quick meal, then begin their work; Senna simply knew that she could accomplish two things at once, as selfish as it may sound.

Fen stifled a moan as she finally took him to the base, letting her lips kiss her groin. He was almost drooling, to boot. She knew far too well what he liked, putting that soft, wet, dexterous tongue of hers to use in pleasuring every inch of his manhood. For an added kick, she'd peer up into his eyes, not just to seek approval but to watch his expression as his body grew hot with arousal.

“You're motivated today,” he said, sucking in another quick breath of air. “But, as am I, so let's switch it up from the usual.”

She was a tad bit disappointed as he pulled her off of him, leaving behind a decent amount of saliva as she went. Senna wouldn't feel that way for long as he coaxed her onto her back, wings splayed out as he kneeled above her head. The Drakonian knew within a few seconds as to what Fen wanted, opening her mouth wide as he thrust his dick back between her lips. Her cheeks grew warm, thrilled that he was so eager to make use of her.

After all, she was his servant to be used in any way he wished.

Fen smiled, pleased more than just physically. His hands grasped her bosom, squeezing and even twiddling with the piercings in her nipples. Playing with her in such perverse ways had Senna now taking her turns gasping. Her grip around his shaft tightened with each sharp breath she took, eyes and wings fluttering. It wasn't just for her gain he did this or to simply grasp her chest. (Though, they were both equally good reasons in his eyes.)

He wanted to increase his pace, use that energy he'd had saving up all night to give himself the perfect morning workout. Senna’s breasts were a fulcrum, the perfect grip to leverage his body. Fen thrust down into his servant, relishing the sensation of her hot, wet throat taking his entire length. The sounds of his groin meeting her lips, as well as her moans and the lewd noises from her throat, elated him ever more. She was a better servant than he could possibly put into words.

Willing to do anything for her master, Senna was now a fair bit more aroused than before. Her groin was soon glistening with moisture, bosom massaged to the point she swore she was about to start lactating. Not to mention Fen’s noble cock sliding deep into her hungry mouth. She already couldn’t wait for the end to come, to get a fresh, early serving of what his body had been busy building all night long.

Thankfully for them both, it wouldn't be long.

With such forcefully, passionate motions, Fen was nearing his end. He was growing sloppy, hasty, his lust wresting control from his mind. Fen now only sought the inevitable climax, using the rest of his pent up needs to reach it as fast as possible. Senna was left awestruck, as she often was by her benevolent master. Such strength and passion was becoming of the young lord; she was feeling blessed to bear witness to it but also his seed.

With a few last, heavy thrusts, Fen moaned. His body twitched, groin growing tight as he ejected all he had deep down Senna's throat as his hands squeezed her breasts tight. She would have gasped in delight, if she were able. A flood of cum rushed down her throat, coating it white, washing back up into her mouth as her natural resistance grew too strong. How lucky she was to once more taste the flavor of his sperm, she swallowed it down without a wasted second.

Even with a stuffed face, Senna wouldn't let a single drop go. She tightened her lips around the base of his cock, sealing her mouth as best as she could. The Drakonian moaned with appreciation as his seed filled her maw, her tongue playing with it and relishing it's sticky consistency until he was drained dry.

Fen was huffing heavily, slowly drawing back from her mouth and trailing cum as he went. He watched as she held her mouth wide open, showing off the pool of spunk that rested within with pride. It was invariably satisfied, even pulling back a hand to pump out a few last thick wads of noble seed into the rest. With that all said and done, Senna closed tight and swallowed, eyes almost rolling as the massive load went right down her throat. The heat if it could be felt even as it landed in her stomach, her core pleasantly hot.

With one last sigh, she opened wide and showed that she had truly swallowed it. If it were the colder months, no doubt there would have been a puff of air, moisture visible in the cool air. For now, the hot, almost musky air from her lungs would be enough, the lingering scent and taste gracing her buds as Fen slowly rolled from bed.

“I feel pity for those that can't experience your special morning wake up, Senna.” Fen said with a happy tone. “Take a few minutes if you need them, you've more than earned it, then let's meet in the shower. I'm feeling a bit pent up today.”

He had an almost devilish smile as he walked into the bathroom. Senna was left out of breath and yet craving more, mind thinking over what he had said. A few minutes rest would feel nice, but as would a few extra minutes with her master.

Spinning and standing, she knew the latter was the best choice and gave chase. Whatever he was craving, Senna was ready and happy to deliver.

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Chapter 4: Feb. 2018 - Story #2: Hena (Legend of Zelda: TP)

Summary:

After purchasing a special fishing tour package, it turns out the proprietor, Hena, included a little something else in the fine print.

The water lapped at the side of the boat, causing it to sway slightly to the rhythm of the beat. A calm, warm breeze buffeted your face, the moisture of the lake filling every breath you took. It hadn’t been cheap coming out here and taking such an expensive tour. Hena, the strong headed woman in charge of the shop, offered all sort of fishing excursions. She acted as guide, giving advice or scolding those who didn’t follow the rules.

You knew the format wouldn't happen, making sure to follow her every word. Not to say she was strict, she had said just a few too many encounters with a green clad man her on edge ever since. Regardless, today was peaceful, calm, relaxing almost beyond reason. Even if the fish didn't bite, it didn't matter; you were content to the verge of laying back and snoozing out on the very lake. Your eyes drooped, rod resting safely against the edge of the boat.

It would have been a peaceful sleep, were you not interrupted.

A pair of hands unfastened your pants, almost causing you to jump out of the boat. Hena was at your feet, kneeling in the bottom of the boat and working past your clothing. Within seconds, her hand was around your member, massaging it gently until it began to grow stiff. You were too confused to do much, simply letting it all unfold. Fidgeting a bit as she went, albeit.

“Sit still there, fella, don’t want to tip the boat over do we?” Hena said with a chuckle, looking at the confused look on your face. “What’s with that expression, there? Didn’t ya know this was included? I know you were staring at my butt as we rode about the lake, don’t go and deny that, now.~”

She was correct. Given her love for the outdoors, she was rather fit and those pants she wore, despite the bagginess, hugged her figure quite well. Hena’s rear had pulled your attention, that had been inevitable. However, you didn’t expect her to notice or for her to go this far.

“I can tell what you’re thinkin’. Does Hena suddenly got the hots for me? I’ll leave that one a lil’ open for interpretation, but you didn’t read the print fine on this special tour, did ya?” She asked smugly, beginning to stroke your shaft with vigor. Hena leaned in to whisper over the breeze. “It states that Hena here can get a piece of ya, if it meets her fancy.”

You couldn't remember seeing it on the paper you had signed. Just how small was it? It was hard to think now, her hand grasping tight around your cock to the point that it blocked out your every thought. All you could do was watch as she took it further and further.

“My, my, your fella does look mighty eager, doesn't it? I know it's a bit sudden, but I figure with that kinda attitude we could just skip to the good stuff.”

As she spoke, her finger dropped away from you, thumbs hooking her pants and slowly pulling them down. Hena somehow managed to get them around her knees without so much as rocking the boat, spinning about in the process to show what she'd been keeping inside those baggy clothes. Her perky, firm butt was just inches away, nethers exposed to the breeze as it fluttered past once again. She pressed against you, soft, tender skin pushing into your sensitive manhood.

Hena chuckled a bit as she positioned a certain, tight backdoor against your aching tip. There was no mistaking what she wanted. “Go ahead, fella, grab hold and reel me in.”

You didn't wait, shifting position so that you could wrap your hands around her waist and push against her butthole. She let out a sigh as you made your way inside, her tight ring opening to your dire, dire needs. Her wet, hot insides clung to you, following slightly to your motions as you began to thrust.

Your grunts and her moans began to cast out across the lake, with thankfully no one to hear them. The boat remained stable, even as you began to go harder, ripples flowing along the crystal, still surface of the water. Those passing thoughts and glances you'd had were coming true in a most fortunate coincidence, and everything around you was lining up in kind.

Hena’s rear slapped against your waist in a most satisfying manner, her cheeks jiggling with each time you connected, a meaty slap following in tow. Even still, with your hands tight around her waist, balls deep in her butt, words seemed to fall short of how magnificent it was.

“Well, it looks like I gauged you just right!” She said with a smile, face flush with the heat of arousal. “But I hope that you can carry that vigor through to the end.~”

Her goading worked well enough to ensure that. You thrusted with renewed strength, beginning to rock the boat to the rhythm of your motions. Somehow, the balance was kept despite the force behind it all, though that was something you payed attention to. Hena’s tight butt was going to get a present, a line ‘cast’ deep inside it.

With a few sounds of your own, and a few final pushes, you bottomed out and began to release everything you had. Your pent-up need from her earlier teasing no doubt partially resulted in the messy climax. Cum filled her colon, flowing deep, squelching as it even came squeezing out between her stuffed hole and your cock. The hot fluid dripped from her hole, splattering to the wooden bottom of the boat before you had even began to pull out, let alone finish.

Hena trembled in delight as she was filled to the brim, a playful slap across her rear in thanks as you finally drained every drop inside her. Neither of you could wait to see the aftermath, a long, lewd sound coming from her rear as you pulled out. Large globs of seed came falling out as your head cleared her pucker, even more soon came flowing from her gaped rear. She panties heavy, feeling her opening with a finger.

“My… stars…, what a nice little romp.” She sighed happily, gazing across the water. “I'd say we should get back to fishing, but I think our little game scares them all off…”

Hena looked back, a smile growing across her face.

“Well, my friendly fella, let's say instead of fishing, let's fill out the last of that price with some more fun?"

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Chapter 5: Mar. 2018 - Story #1: Fen x Senna, Shower (OCs)

Summary:

After a pleasant waking, Fen decides the next best thing would be a hot shower. His extremely attentive maid has exactly the same idea.

Contains: F/M, Shower, Anal

Fen walked into the bathroom, sighing happily already. His morning was going good, and so had his afternoon yesterday. Senna, his devoted servant, had done a splendid job and her young master was eager to start his day. He adored hot showers, after all.

The night robes fell from his svelte body, fully exposing himself to the crisp air. There was moisture in the air, from heated water ready for use. Stepping into the large space, one big enough to fit almost three people, his hands grabbed hold of the lever and gave it a good turn. Fen was rewarded with a hot, steamy stream of water splattering across his face and chest. It already began to work away the small aches from his morning ‘session’, the very core of his body warming to perfection.

Truth be told, if he could, he'd sit under the water for hours. Showering felt so good after a long, restful sleep; two good things back to back. Fen was hesitant to ever reach for the soap, but when he finally did, he saw a scaled hand swipe it away. He went to turn, yet found himself kept still as a pair of arms and soft breasts enclosed around him, a voice cooing happily from behind.

“Let me wash you, Master! It can be tough reaching everywhere,” Senna, his Drakonian maid, whispered excitedly.

“Always thinking three steps ahead…,” Fen chuckled, touching her hand reassuringly. “Go ahead, Senna, I know how thorough you are.”

He heard her wings flutter in response. Senna was always easy to please; she simply wanted to serve as best she could. With his permission given, she began to lather up the soap and spread it all about. Her hands covered every inch of his body, almost literally. From his head, to his back, to his feet, and even further, the maid made sure he was as clean as could be. She slowly began to gravitate to his middle as she finished, giving extra, special attention to his groin and butt.

One hand massaged his noble manhood, thoroughly rubbing every bit even as blood filled his member. The other hand concentrated on his rear, grinding against his backdoor, fingers teasing at his entrance. It made his take a small, hushed gasp; not many people had this level of expertise. Fen would have let it simply unfold, but after the morning he had, he felt particularly empowered.

“I do love how passionate you are, Senna, but I'd like to ask a little more of you. Bend over, if you would please.”

She knew what he wanted, and it excited her. Senna did as asked, walking in front of him, turning, and bending over to show off just what she had to offer. Her soft, green nethers were ripe for the picking and open game for the young noble. Fen thought it over, letting both ‘heads’ for together until he thought of just the thing. He eased her over to the stone walls, pushed her against their cool surface as he made his choice.

Senna felt him probe, his manhood pressing into her tight backdoor. Just the touch made her take a sharp breath, heart flutter in anticipation. She might have preferred having yet another egg fertilized, but she couldn't find a single complaint for this as her master slowly eased his way inside.

Fen worked his hips, thrusting gently, turning slowly, gradually pushing inch after inch of his meat into Senna's oven. They were both huffing as he hilted, wildly stimulated before it even truly began. Even the hot water on them and the steam around them faded into the background. Not much could compete with a little anal.

He began to put his weight behind it as they adjusted. His hands gripped her scaled hips tight as he pulled back and planted his cock into her rhythmically. Fen never could get over the feeling of how her walls gripped him, the heat, the texture of it all. It may have only been a minute since he’d first hilted, but the young noble couldn’t contain himself.

Senna’s ass bounced, smacking into his hips loudly as he rammed into her. For such a slight build, Fen had strength where it mattered. He had his maid moaning, knees weak as she leaned against the wall. She kept her wings folded, or at least she tried, if only to look back and watch her master take her. It was a wonderful sight, the Drakonian wouldn’t have any words even if she could speak between her panting and gasping.

She did manage a bit, mainly as Fen brought a firm hand across her rear. Water splattered the wall as it bounced from her butt, a lewd mewl escaping Senna’s mouth. “M-master…!”

Her weak words had him grinning, moving ever harder. To not only satisfy himself, but also satisfy his partner, was a pleasure of its own. He knew he needed to sate both their desires before the heat of the water had him passing out. Fen could feel himself sweating, even if he couldn’t see it. With his fingers pressing deep against her soft skin, he took heavy, exaggerated thrusts.

Senna felt like she was melting as seemingly pushed his manhood deeper and deeper, delving to the depths of her bowels until he was more than happy. She heard a soft moan, his hands tense up, then a rush of wet heat fill her. The Drakonian trembled as her colon was stuffed with his seed, his cock twitching as it emptied itself inside her. A sense of bliss filled her mind, lighting up her nerves. Even as he thick cum leaked from around her stuffed butthole, his orgasm dwindling as the last wads of spunk deposited themselves inside her, she was a in a blissful mess.

“A good time as always, Senna, good job,” he said happily, pulling his member from her gaped butt.

She had trouble thinking of the words to say. “T-thank you… Master…,” Senna mumbled, unable to regain her posture or stop the sperm from dripping out of her behind.

“Take an hour's rest, I've got to take care of a couple family matters before anything else happens today.”

Fen strode out of the shower, pleased as could be, leaving behind him the happy, somewhat sticky, Drakonian to her own matters.

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Chapter 6: Mar. 2018 - Story #2: Sivia x Jahna (OCs)

Summary:

It wouldn’t be a lie to say Sivia preferred some quiet time, a bit of personal space between hunts. However, Jahna, her pupil she often wished she didn’t have, has her own ideas of ‘personal time’.

Contains: F/F, Futa, Anal

Sivia liked nothing better than a hot meal, rest, and her beloved privacy after a hard hunt. She had had the first two on the list, but lacked the last in any capacity. Ever since being given Jahna as an apprentice, there wasn't much time for herself save showers and sleep. The excitable girl, only a few years her senior but still brand new, proved to be rather clingy.

Sure, Sivia could tell she was looking to prove herself. The elder of the two had the authority to fail her at the end of the apprenticeship, and perhaps that was part of it. Yet, it wasn't long before the sucking up had turned to something different. This was more than apparent as the older hunter sat down to study her map and drink in silence.

There was a shuffling sound beneath the table, something warm. It wasn't too big a guess what, or rather who, it was when she felt a hand on her thigh.

“You're so nice and firm! All that muscle and fat fits you nicely.~” There was a generous squeeze as the voice spoke.

Sivia couldn't help but sigh. “Jahna, what are you doing down there? Beyond groping me.”

She leaned back to the blonde girl's grin. Jahna giggled a bit, working her other hand up her senior’s leg. “Just being friendly, of course! Shouldn't it be the newbie’s job to care for her teacher?”

“In some cases, sure, but you don't seem to know where the line is. So don't go and-”

Sivia was cut short as her pupil’s hands slid further up her legs, closing in on her waist and what lay between those thighs of hers.

Jahna looked up to see her teacher's tired expression. She knew Sivia wouldn't stop her; she would have done it earlier if she truly meant it. Taking this opportunity, the young hunter began to pull at Sivia's pants, slowly working down those tight clothes until she was at what she wanted.

It never ceased to amaze her when she saw it: that thick, tasty looking cock between Sivia's legs. She still teased about it from time to time, but Jahna was forever impressed, and intrigued, by it. Her teacher had always been a strong, independent lady, the kind she looked up to. Knowing Sivia also had this… made her almost irresistible. For reasons Jahna herself didn't fully understand.

Not that it mattered. Especially as her face closed in, lips pursing and kissing the tight, firm balls that hung from Sivia’s groin. She heard a stifled sound escape her partner, looking up to see her stern, flushed face looking down at her. The elder hunter’s purple eyes were almost hypnotic as the dragon blight within her swirled about. It was a strange interaction her body had with it, one Sivia never talked about, but something Jahna enjoyed anyway.

“You've been under its influence for days now, Siv. We both know you have to take care of it, before it takes control of you.”

“I-I know… certainly better than you do…,” Sivia muttered, wincing as her pupil bagan to pump her cock. It wasn't long before her member was rigid, twitching eagerly for what it wanted. She swore it had a mind of its own. “But I doubt that’s your main reason f- ugh … for doing this.”

Jahna smiled coyly, tongue darting from her lips to tease the bottom of her teacher’s frenulum. “You did tell me a hunter should never hunt distracted… and this thing is just that: Mighty. Distracting.”

The elder hunter sighed. That was what she had said back when she’d first started training Jahna. There was no denying the validity of it and, knowing her student, she would be distracted. This left one option open to Sivia. They would have to work it out.

“Fine. What's your pick today?” Best to get this over with, she figured.

Jahna looked like she was on the verge of giggling in glee. She worked her way out from under the table, sliding across Sivia's lap until her butt cheeks were sandwiching her teacher's cock. The young hunter began to slip down her pants, dragging her underwear along until only her backdoor was exposed. It was obvious what she wanted, and just looking at that pucker made Sivia's dick throb in need.

“I think you know.~”

Sivia did, and she felt something switch in the back of her mind. There was a sudden, horribly deep need in her loins, one that she couldn't possibly resist. She grabbed Jahna by the hips, standing and bending her over the table. The sudden, forceful motions had the young hunter stunned. It all happened so quick, and the next thing she knew was that something was pressing up against her butt. Turning her head, she saw her teacher standing, towering behind her and showing the difference in their size.

The experienced hunter had to aim downwards, leaning into her students butt and pushing until the tight ring began to give way. She was like a woman possessed, asserting herself and taking what she wanted without a second thought. All she could think of was making use of the hole, using her strong muscles to force her way in in one, long shove.

Jahna was left gritting her teeth, moaning through them as six inches of hot meat forced its way into her butthole. It was… thrilling, exhilarating. Getting Sivia to flip like this was nearly impossible most any day, she was always so stoic, almost grumpy. To have her teacher taking her so roughly was worth any effort it took to make it happen, and Jahna made sure to count the inches to be certain she was getting the full treatment.

Sure enough, as a pair of full, firm balls smacked into her butt, she knew she was getting it all. Strong hands grabbed her hips, pressing into her skin, a firm waist weighing down against her perky butt. There was the feeling and sound of Sivia adjusting her stance, making ready to use those muscles of hers. The anticipation was too much for Jahna, she'd start begging if it took even another five seconds.

Thankfully, it didn't.

Jahna's greedy asshole was made to take every single inch within seconds. Sivia hammered down into her rear, forcing it deeper and deeper until she hilted. The young hunter had no time to anticipate it, crying out in a combination of pleasure and surprise. She was overwhelmed with sensations as her teach began to thrust down into her, hips bumping the table every time Sivia’s firm body collided with hers.

“S-Sivia! What's got you so- hooah… possessed? That was a fast chang-”

Sivia cut her off with a strong, powerful push of her hips, forcing out a moan were words should have been.

“This is what you wanted, yes? Then do what you like to do and take it,” she said sternly, not slowing for a second.

She wasn't just doing this for her own sake, part of her knee Jahna would be distracted. The experience was admittedly pleasurable, having those tight intestines constricted around her sensitive shaft, but she did wonder about how much planning she could have gotten in the meantime. Regardless, the hunter was putting in her all.

Fast and hard, she rammed her student, forcing herself down that tight backdoor over and over. The sounds of slapping flesh and wet skin echoed in the small room, table tilting with every push. Jahna couldn't manage words between her gasps, her body struggling under it all. Her hands grasped for some sort of grip, instinctively reaching for the map the was rolled across the table, but a strong hand grabbed them away.

Sivia had her arms by the wrists, pulled back behind her head and pressed down into the small of her back. In a sense, she was bound in place. Those tight grips on her hips and hands wouldn't be broken, all Jahna could do was to truly take it and enjoy it. Not that she had issue with that. She'd gladly take it most anytime of the day, and not just the motions but the aftermath.

They had both been going at it for mere minutes before it began to wear on them. The speed and force drained them so fast that it felt like time had barely passed. At the end of their ropes, Sivia hammered in one last time, nearly toppling the table as Jahna took that lust thunderous thrust and everything else that came with it.

Pinned and unable to do much else but shudder in place, the young upstart hunter felt her elder’s seed flood her insides. The hot sticky spunk seemingly drowned her bowels, flowing deep as it could. It was too much, Jahna’s body clenching tight as Sivia did much if the same. They both fell silent, too tense to speak and too enthralled to even try. When it seems like the pressure Sivia was putting down would break the table, she finally relented.

Wiping the sweat from her brow, she finally released Jahna's hands. They fell to her sides, the young hunter barely able to grab hold of a single thing. She was dazed, delirious, barely registering that the thick rod that had pounded her into the table was slowly sliding out. With a dull pop, Sivia's cockhead came free and with it a steady flow of sperm. It splattered against the wood floor, leaking freely from her gaping rear.

Pulling her pants back up, Sivia leaned in close. “I expect your full attention on our hunt tomorrow, got it?”

“Y… y-yes, Sivia…”

“Good… and clean up when you get a chance. This was your doing, after all.” She turned and left her thoroughly used apprentice behind, along with a generous helping of cum to keep her company.

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Chapter 7: Mar. 2018 - Story #3: Wulf x Mari (OCs)

Summary:

Spending long weeks apart, Mari and Wulf find themselves a fair bit pent-up. When they finally get back together, more often that not, it ends up being a quite passionate reunion.

Contains: F/M, Vaginal

Time was a fickle thing for some. For Mari, with how long she had to hold down the house when Wulf was away, this was certainly an issue. She had her ways of biding her time, but they never fully satisfied her. When she heard he was coming home, though, she made it a point to prepare for him.

They had a code of sorts. If he was coming home late at night, when all the kids were in bed, and sometimes even when they weren't yet, Mari would slip a bright, red collar around her neck. The signal was never lost on Wulf, because the meaning behind it was too good to miss. Coming home on this night, he certainly didn't miss it; Mari didn't give him a chance.

As he walked inside, Wulf immediately saw just how little she had on. No doubt the kids were asleep if she was walking around almost bare naked, save fancy, frilly undergarments and that red collar of hers. She wasted no time in grabbing hold of him, dragging him to their bedroom, and tossing him across the bed before he even had a chance to speak. He knew better than to object when she was in a mood like this.

Her hands pulled away his own clothing, exposing his body and grabbing at what she wanted. Mari giggled as he gasped, her fingers wrapping around his dick without any hesitation. She stroked vigorously until his prick was at full mast, cooing in excitement as the heat of his body filled her hands. It wasn’t just her hands she wanted to fill with hot cock, though. As Wulf grew to full size, Mari slipped her legs across him, and moved to take what she’d been wanting for weeks.

“Wulf, you ought to no better than to keep a lady waiting. This is your punishment, but also your reward for coming home.~”

He wasn’t allowed a single word, she slipped him inside her nethers in an instant. She shuddered, gasping as his member filled her to completion. It was thick, hot, perfect in shape and size. Resting her hands on his broad chest, she began to make use of this stiff rod she had coveted so much.

Mari bounced, breast swinging in time, huffing as her nerves fired off with pleasure. She watched Wulf as his expression melted as her muscles squeezed down around him. No doubt he had already been tired coming home, but all this pleasure must had been waking him up. His hands slid up to her hips, aiding her in her ride, pressing into her soft, plush skin. He could already feel sweat beading up on his skin; having her body slapping, pressing against his was plenty enough.

That wasn't all it was doing, though. He was no longer off guard; his mind was searching for an opening. Wulf wanted to take the reins, and soon did. He grabbed her sides, lifting her and himself off the bed. Pulling out from her wet pussy for but a second, he pushed her over to the wall, spinning her so her supple rear faced towards him. Mari was ecstatic, going along with his desires, planting her hands against the cool surface as he began to re-enter her.

He thrust into her wet hole, loud, lewd sounds filling the room as their slickened skin rubbed together. Their moans joined in, as well as the loud slaps as Wulf’s hips met her rear, each sound signaling another, deep thrust into Mari’s womanhood. Wulf, of course, didn't make it just about him, he planted kisses along the nape of her neck, whispered sweet words quietly into her ear, all while giving her the most pleasurable experience he could.

They eventually couldn't keep quiet, loud gasps and groans escaping their throats as they surrendered themselves to their lust. A small thought crossed each of their minds, whether or not the kids would hear their intense love-making, but neither cared enough in that moment to change it. All they wanted was a release from all the pent-up stress and frustration from being apart for so long.

And as short as their time had been so far, perhaps no more than eight or nine minutes, their fervor had gotten the better of them. Wulf, despite his strength and endurance, was wavering, growing sloppy as his end approached. Mari, likewise, was growing quieter, heart beating too fast to let her make much of any sound.

When it came, neither Wulf nor Mari could hardly stand. Legs shaky, he planted himself deep into his lover, huffing as his orgasm washed the conscious thought from his mind. He could feel the cum rushing out of him, the heat filling his love, filling her womb to the fullest. Mari whimpered in delight, holding her breath as she took every bit of seed he had to spare. Despite how stuffed she was, it still leaked out from around Wulf’s cock, dripping onto the carpet in large, sticky wads.

Only once they came down from their sexual high were they finally able to catch their breath.

“Part of me hopes you're gone for a while next time… that was wild,” Mari said quietly. “You were like an animal.~”

“Just not too long,” he chuckled. “Being away is a tad trying, after all.”

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Chapter 8: Apr. 2018 - Story #1: Selena (FE: Heroes)

Summary:

Promising to help her shop for a day, Kiran does his best to keep up with Selena. As it turns out, this day isn't quite all about her, and she has a bit of a surprise in store for him.

Contains: F/M, Vaginal

“Come on, Kiran! We still got three more shops to visit!”

Kiran was half-blind, carrying a massive number of items in his hands. His shoulders held bag after bag, the weight making him wish he had Hector’s strength. Selena waved at him from ahead before darting into a nearby shop. He had promised to go to the shopping district here in Askr, but he had been under the assumption they'd be visiting one or two, not all of them.

The tactician was tired, but thankful that he could set everything down once he was inside. It was yet another clothing shop, Selena already fast at work in purveying the goods. Kiran wasn't one to judge, he was fairly guilty of wearing the same outfit every day. Perhaps he would have to ask her later about changing that, as for the meantime, he was busy.

“Kiran! What do you think, blue or green?”

She was holding a blouse, a cute one at that. His mind started turning, contemplating how she'd look in each one. Kiran perhaps too much thought into it, soon he was growing red, flustered over the idea of her wearing such adorable clothes. It made his heart skip a beat, and kept him from giving any real answer.

“Kiran? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just too embarrassed to think of me in something so good?~”

“P-perhaps…”

“And here I thought you would stay a bit more composed,” Selena laughed. “I like that innocent side of you. Anyway, help me get these on in the dressing room, I can't reach behind my back.”

Kiran snapped to attention as she walked behind the curtains in the back of the store. He quickly followed, not wanting to make her wait. Part of him was embarrassed to go back here with her, yet it was either this or wait an exorbitant amount of time. Selena wouldn't shy away at getting back at him for not helping.

Expecting to have to look away, he almost barreled right into her. She wasn't even turned away, just standing there with her hands on her hips and a grin on her face.

“Drop ‘em.”

He wasn't sure how to respond. “Drop… what?”

“Your pants, Kiran. Don't tell me you don't know when a girl's coming onto you.” Her face betrayed no lie, she was serious.

“O-okay, dropping them!”

Kiran unfastened his belt, letting it and his pants fall to the floor. He was speechless as Selena did the same, peeling down her black tights and slipping off her boots. All that was left cladding their lower bodies was their underwear, and it was hard to keep his eyes off of hers. They were cute, even somewhat frilly, something that made more sense after getting to know her but certainly didn't match her exterior. Yet, that was besides the point, why were they both undressing?

“Se-Selena, what are we doing here…?”

“Oh, come on, Kiran... look, I don't want to spell it out, but let's just say I've valued our time together... and I'm not great at planning out things,” she said tensely. “Let's… just do it…”

“I… okay.” He knew what she meant, he was just a bit slow to get it.

It was flattering, a bit nerve wracking, to see Selena like this. She pulled down her panties and bent over against the wall, presenting her delicate nethers to Kiran. There was an almost immediate reaction, a deep throb in his loins as blood gathered and his underwear began to tent outwards. Kiran slipped them down, manhood springing free, and stepped up to Selena. His fingers curled under the hem of her panties, slipping the delicate fabric away to expose her glistening folds.

She was aroused, and perhaps had been before this whole exchange started. He wondered how long she'd been planning this, how much she had waited to get him alone with her, and came to the simple conclusion that he shouldn't keep her in suspense any longer. Kiran pushed his cock up against her wet pussy, easing inside her slickened canal without any trouble.

He had gone from idle, to confused, to aroused, and then to this in what had only been a few minutes. One second he was carrying clothes Selena had bought, the next he was thrusting into her while in the changing room. Kiran didn't stop to think about it, his methodical mind would have to take a back seat as he plowed into the tight, wet hole she had offered.

The small space began to heat as their hearts pumped faster, sweat forming on their skin. Were it a hotter day, this would have been too much. They suppressed their moans, making this impromptu love session as discreet as possible. Selena had the hardest time, she hadn't expected to have this much pleasure. She had thought it to be good, but he was going beyond her expectations. Her voice constantly threatened to escape her, and she knew the owner wouldn't be far off.

For both of them, the threat of getting caught was thrill but also a reminder. They couldn't take too long, lest someone try to walk in on them. Thankfully, it wouldn't be much longer for them. It was far to intoxicating having this sudden encounter, their nerves were on edge and everything seemed as if it were amplified. Their stop was coming soon, and it also brought another quandary to solve.

“S-Selena, where do I… you, know?” Kiran thought it was rude to make the choice himself.

She laughed, barely keeping it from becoming a loud moan. “We can't leave any evidence, so do it inside, you cute fool.”

He ignored her jab at his need for manners, adjusting himself for what was to come. Taking a few last strong thrusts into her, he grit his teeth as her climax came. His knees locked tight as his muscles twitched and spasmed, sending a small torrent of seed into Selena’s nethers. She in turn let out a low, soft groan, covering her mouth so as to not alert anyone outside of the room. The flow of hot seed was fantastic, perfect even. It filled everything that Kiran couldn't reach, even going so far as to flow back up her canal and cover anything along the way.

They were both panting heavy, trying to keep quiet. Hearts pounding away, it was difficult to say the least. If they could, they would have preferred to stay joined until they were calm, but they couldn't afford to. Kiran eventually began to ease out, sliding free without issue. He watched as a slow, steady stream of sticky cum began to drip out if her, falling into her panties as they dangled between her knees. She smiled, pulling them up before anything fell to the floor.

“Like I said, we can't let anyone know. So, I think I'll hold onto this present of yours for a little while.~”

Selena fastened her clothing back up, taking the dresses in hand and quickly leaving the room as he did much the same. She hadn't even tried them on, and she was already at the counter buying them. His mind went back to the idea of her wearing those… perhaps he'd try for a picnic. It sounded cliche, but she seemed to like that sort of stuff. After all, Selena did like his ‘foolish’ antics, as she kept saying.

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Chapter 9: Apr. 2018 - Story #2: Paya (LoZ: BotW)

Summary:

Being sequestered within Kakariko Village has left Paya with a lot of time to think. Being told countless times of the Hylian Champion of old has certainly stimulated her imagination, and when he finally appears all these years later, she can't help it when her thoughts get the better of her.

Character: Legend of Zelda
Contains: Solo Female, Vaginal, Anal, Fingering, Masturbation

So that was the hero Grandma Impa had talked about! He had finally shown up, after all these years. Paya had heard countless stories of his exploits, his valor, and one hundred years after the Calamity, he was back. She admitted to herself that he seemed a bit off, that he wasn't all there, but she couldn't stay around to listen to him and her grandmother talk.

Yet, he was all Paya could think about. He had taken off his shirt to prove himself, with all those rugged scars across his body from deadly battles. Even all those years in stasis couldn't hide away his history. It made her mind race, all sorts of thoughts going through it. They ranged from innocent, wanting to talk to him, to the more perverse, wanting to get to know him.

Paya knew the latter could be dangerous. As a Sheikah, she had to be ready and able to help Hyrule at a moment's notice, so such thoughts could not be allowed to stop her. The solution was fairly self-fulfilling, but effective. Even as she went about starting it, her body quivered with excitement. For her idea was simple, to sate the sexual urges she felt for the hero.

Late in the night, Impa sleeping downstairs as she often did, Paya had the loft to herself. In a state of undress, her fingers played with her sensitive bits as the cool, night air nipped at her skin. She imagined it was him doing it, touching her all over, putting her body up like it was on pins and needles. The young Sheikah could feel herself burning with desire, growing wetter by the second as her mind wandered.

Leaning back and shutting her eyes, she began to prod at her folds, pushing and spreading them. It felt so nice, but it wouldn't be nearly enough to sate her. Paya's dainty digits dove into her canal, a heavy breath of air escaping her lungs as her nerves lit up in pleasure. She thrust into herself, quick, swift motions bringing higher pitched sounds from her throat. In her mind, it was him inside her, making love to her.

It probably didn't match up to how it would really feel, but that didn't stop her.

Paya pushed deeper and deeper until her middle three fingers were all the way in. She pushed and shoved about, rubbing into all the best places while her thumb rubbed her clit. It was like lightning running through her, a never-ending surge in her body. The desire only grew to match, and soon she was taking it further than she had planned.

Her other hand reached under her perky butt, two long fingers prodding her back door. She bit her lip as she pushed past the resistance, easing her way I go her own ass. Even her digits felt enormous in there, the smallest motion making her tremble. It wasn't long into both hands were busy stuffing her holes, trying to wrestle out every ounce of pleasure she could. Paya eventually lost track of her fantasy, too lost in the moment to remember why she had started.

And that was why she could last long at all.

With an anchor of focus, the young Sheikah could have let it all stretch out through the night, but her inexperience has bested her. Now all she could hear or thinking of was the pleasure as her wet fingers made lewd sounds as the slickened flesh rubbed against her nethers. When the time finally came, she did nothing to slow it.

Her back arched as an ecstasy washed over her, filling her mind with bright light. Muscles twitching, locking up, Paya let out a soft, long moan that would have threatened to give her away were grandmother awake. If she could hold that high, she would, but she knew it wouldn't last. Even as she slowly came down, she held in her fingers, letting her juices roll out from around them.

The sheets were stained, a unfortunately placed pillow also wet with her arousal, and a corner of her blanket had a visible spot. She was lucky to have extras, as Paya was too tired to wash them and knew she'd have explaining to do if she got caught doing it. Her mind gradually remembered why she had done it, as she grabbed replacement bedding. That hunk of a hero, the thought made her swoon.

Perhaps it had been a bad idea to recall, as she felt yet another hot, needy throb deep inside herself. It looked like it would be a long night after all, and that she wouldn't need to put on that new bedding quite yet.

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Chapter 10: Apr. 2018 - Story #3: Armore x Chyrstarella (WoW OCs)

Summary:

An anniversary is a time to celebrate, and for this unlikely Orc and Draenei couple, they like to make the most of it. On a picnic in Zangarmarsh, opportunity strikes them, and they decide to enjoy themselves to the fullest in this brief time they can be alone.

Contains: F/M, Outdoors, Vaginal

The glow of the luminescent mushrooms lit the air. Zangarmarsh was quiet today, a faint bluish mist floating about in the distance. It was days like these that the Orc and Draenei tried to get out for some private time. Camped out on an inlet of the marsh, just above the water, they enjoyed a wonderful picnic. It would be odd to see the two of them together, it wasn’t often members of the two sides found companionship, especially in these turbulent times.

But, they made the best of things, and this moment was of them. It was their anniversary, and they intended to do all they could to enjoy it. No one would find them in this corner of the marsh, not a soul would disturb their evening.

“I hope everything tastes good, my love,” said Chystarella, a caring woman, if there ever was one. “I went out to find some ingredients I know you love.”

The Orc hunter, Armore, chuckled, obviously pleased to no end. “It’s delicious, every bite! Whatever it took to get them, it was well worth it… thank you, honey.”

She blushed at his compliments, flattery always got to her. “I’m so glad! Today has already been good and having a filling meal only makes it better. Makes me all warm inside.~”

“Well, I hope that warm feeling doesn’t make you tired…,” he said with a sly smile. “I was hoping we could christen this wonderful dinner and day with a bit of extra fun. If you get what I mean.”

Chyrstarella did know what he meant; she knew full well what he was asking, and it thrilled her. It made her body grow hot and flush just thinking about it. There were often large spaces of time where they didn’t get much time together, and, knowing Armore, he was going to make up for it all. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her in for a kiss; his nose pressed against her, making her giggle a bit. She reciprocated, holding the embrace until neither could wait any longer.

The Draenei let out a deep sigh as he pressed her up against one of the nearby, giant mushrooms. She leaned her front against it, pushing out her butt for him to touch and grab. Armore pulled away her clothing and undergarments, exposing her tender nethers to the moist air. He could see that it wasn’t just their air that was damp, his wife was too. Chyrstarella glistened with arousal, her body eager to take all her had to offer. Normally, he’d be one for a little foreplay, something to ease into the mood, but he couldn’t wait.

She heard his belt come undone, his pants hit the ground, and something stiff nuzzling against her. A gasp left her lungs as his manhood pushed inside her; her whole body trembled as it slid deep within. He was as warm as ever, his grip around her hips tightening as he began to move. Armore started gentle, a gentleman to the end, giving little thrusts at the end of each slow dive. It made sounds escape her, small pants and moans, as he hit the places she loved most.

“Those sounds of yours are almost better than your cooking! I hope you don’t mind that I get you to make more,” he growled softly into her ear.

His next thrust was harder than all the others, making Chyrstarella squeak. She continued to lean against the tree, too caught up in the sensations to manage much of a response.

“N-not at all! Just not too rough now.~”

He chuckled. “Only if you ask.~”

Armore went at a firm pace. He pushed his whole weight into her, her body rippling with every thrust he took. The ambient sound of the marsh was soon drowned out be their own; wet slaps, moans, groans, and other lewd noises echoed out across the swampy forest of mushrooms. To them, they were the only ones they could care about right then and there.

They fulfilled their lusts and love for each other, every second another blissful moment to be stored away in their memories. Their entire beings were dedicated to this, nothing could possibly interrupt them. Even if someone were to come along and spot this unlikely couple, neither could see themselves stopping for more than a moment, if at all. The chances of that grew as time passes, the sounds they were making become louder as their desire amplified.

Chyrstarella was soon having to brace herself against stalk of the mushroom, simply leaning with on her hands wasn't enough. Her husband's force had only multiplied, and her pleasure had followed suit. She was seeing stars, barely able to keep track of her sensed, never mind her surroundings. The Draenei felt a tension building inside her, like a bubble looking to burst; she knew what it meant quite well.

“Darling…! I'm close, so close! Make it a big one for me!”

“Anything for you, my dear!”

He hunched over her rear, almost hugging her back, and put all he had into this last half minute of motion. His cock felt unbelievable pleasure, it took whatever concentration he had left to not completely lose himself to it. Armore couldn't help it, if he acted selfish now, he wouldn't feel right later.

His sounds grew labored as his own end came, their eyes meeting and conveying a silent understanding. He took a few last thrusts, hilting and pressing deep on the last. A deep groan escaped him as his seed left his body, relief and bliss washing over him. Chyrstarella wasn't far behind. The hot, sticky cum, combined with all she had been feeling up until now, was far more than she could take. Her knees trembled, muscles spasming as ecstasy ran through her body. All she could muster was a weak moan as her mind blanked out.

They held the position for a minute or so, making sure to get out everything they could, before slowly spreading apart. Armore pulled out carefully, making sure to get a great view of what would follow. Large wads of spunk dripped from her hole, the canal winking open and closed in time with her breathing. This certainly had been a good place to picnic, being alone, they were able to go all out.

With a friendly squeeze on her butt, the orc began to dress back up. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. I'm thinking I'll be remembering this for quite a long time to come.”

“Oh, I don't think so either,” she responded slowly, still trying to catch her breath. “And I wouldn't mind repeating it either… if you know what I mean.”

“I think I do, love, I think I do.” He had a toothy grin, already thinking about where they'd do it next.

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Chapter 11: May. 2018 - Story #1: Fjorm (FE: Heroes)

Summary:

Fjorm didn’t need to actually see what was going on with Kiran to know that a number of the more ‘endowed’ ladies had taken a liking to him. Looking to get some affirmation to quell some doubts, she approaches the Summoner.

Contains: F/M, Vaginal, Creampie

“K-Kiran,” the blonde girl stuttered as she pushed him against the bedroom wall. “I… I'm pretty, right?”

“What? Well, I don’t think you'd find anyone here in Askr that would say no to that.” The summoner’s face grew flush, his mind spitting out a quick, straightforward answer. “Why are you asking such an… odd question, Fjorm?”

“I… I feel a bit left out. The men all look at Camilla, Tharja, Lyn, the women with larger… assets. Am I really not desirable?”

Kiran quivered in his boots. This had come out of nowhere; until a moment ago he had simple been reading a book in his room. Now, he was pinned to the while by a woman pining for assurance. He knew how to command troops, but aiding the heart was something else. Though, it went without saying that he would try his best.

“You are, Princess Fjorm. I think, if anything, it is because you are a princess of this world. The world in which so many have been called to aid, whose every action impacts it beyond measure. If anything, they might be a tiny bit intimidated by how strong you are, carrying on despite all the odds.”

Kiran was honestly impressed with his small pep talk. He wondered if the words go to her, and, as a smile grew on her face, he knew he had. Fjorm gave him a strong hug, her petite body physically strong beyond reason. It was a kind, tender embrace that made him happy too… at least until her hand began to slide under his robes.

“I thank you for your kind words, summoner, but I know that you've been showing the other heroes your appreciation in other ways.” Her sudden change had him off guard as her hand wrapped around something special. “If you mean what you say, you can give me this much, yes?”

His body bristled with arousal sighing seconds, her hand rubbing and massaging his manhood with a dire need. He could hardly say no to her now, not with all such a firm, hard request she was making of him. A princess ought to get what she wanted some of the time, at least. Kiran was at her command, standing tall at attention as she pulled him gently towards the nearby bed.

“I can see you're already ready for me, Kiran,” she said with smile, pulling away his robes to expose his saluting soldier. “Nifl may be a cold country in most seasons, but we like to get steamy, too.~”

Fjorm left him to stand and wait, making him watch as she slid off her panties and her traditional Nifl dress. Her slim body listened in the light, dotted with sweat. She was breathing hard, no doubt anticipating what was to come. On all fours, she climbed onto the bed, her tight, sporty rump aimed back to her tactician. Looking back, she grabbed hold of her cheeks and spread them, blushing wildly.

“Well… don't just stand there, I expect you to show me that prowess of yours…”

He finally unglued his feet and approached her. Kiran’s hands gripped hold of her thighs, fingers drumming against her soft skin. His cock rested against her butt, almost dripping with precum already. This felt so much different from when he spent nights with the summoned heroes. She was a part of this world, the one he was trying to save! Yet, here she was, presenting herself to him… he could hardly wait.

Not wanting to tease the needy princess, he cut to the chase, easing into her wet, hot pussy without hesitation. The feeling of her soft, tight walls sliding up his length was heavenly, almost divine. Some might say it was to be expected of a princess, but Kiran didn't think of such things. Every moment was its own thing to experience, and he wanted to make the most of every one he got.

Hilting deep inside the second princess of Nifl, she turned to him and gave a lusty smile, patting her butt before grabbing tight hold of the sheets. No words were needed to find out what she wanted. It was a tad odd to think such a soft-spoken princess could be so… horny, but it was only human, Kiran thought to himself. Without much more wasted time, he started strong and fast.

Fjorm held tight as her body was bounced under his tactical touch. What Kiran lacked in raw strength, he made up in spades with his finesse. His manhood slid deep, grinding on every spot the Niflian princess had. She buried her face into the sheets, groaning softly as he pounded away, the slaps of their bodies connecting joining in. Her butt got plenty of attention, with it sticking so far into the air; she felt his hands grabbing at her cheeks, almost as if he was playing.

All the while, Kiran slowly gave into the pleasure. He went harder, faster, craving every cute sound that came from the princess’ lips. Before long, the tactician was hunched over her, using his body to deliver long, fast, strong thrusts into her warm, soft hole. Fjorm seemed to enjoy it, her mewling grew louder with each second, quickly approaching a peak. They both knew what would happen when she reached it, and Kiran wasn’t far behind.

“P-Princess… where should I…?”

“Inside, Kiran! Pump it all out inside me!”

She appreciated his concern, but she didn’t want deliberation to slow them. Fjorm was craving release, and all the things that would come with it. With Kiran’s worries quelled, he would soon give that to her. His thrusts grew rapid, disjointed, and sloppy. He was gasping, as was she, as they raced to the finish. Wet slaps followed them their as he buried himself over and over, until the inevitable end came. Taking a few, last heavy thrusts, Kiran hilted and held as his mind glazed over from pure bliss.

Countless strands of cum shot deep into Fjorm, pushing her over the edge. The hot, sticky fluid was too much for her, her body clenched tight all over as a low, satisfied sigh escaped her lungs. Her fists twisted the sheets, thoughts vanishing from her mind as the princess let herself float on this little slice of heaven until she finally drifted back down.

She was greeted by the feeling of Kiran pulling out, and the rush of warmth as his seed spilled from her thoroughly stuffed nethers. Fjorm turned her head, seeing just how tuckered out he was. He was a tactician, not a warrior, after all, but his performance had been admirable.

“So… feel appreciated now, Princess Fjorm?” Kiran asked, wiping the sweat from his brow.

She giggled. “Very appreciated… and I wouldn't mind a bit more appreciation later, if you don't mind?”

“Y-yes! I'm always free for a lady in need.”

He wondered if he was perhaps getting a bit too tangled in the personal lives of all these women, but he couldn't quite help it. It was a bit too fun.

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Chapter 12: May. 2018 - Story #2: Futa Riju (LoZ: BotW)

Summary:

Riju likes to great visitors who came to the Gerudo Village. Often, this involves using her extra ‘member’, a gift of her royal blood, but when Link, the first male in years comes to visit, she can’t help but let him take the reins.

Contains: F/M, Futa, Anal

There was a lot of heavy, bothered huffing from the throne room on this cool night. The guards needed all the concentration they could get to not look, lest they see a flustering sight. Young Riju, leader of the Gerudo, was entertaining a guest, to say the least. Her royal blood afforded her benefits beyond just her leadership and the use of Urbosa’s relics. She also had something of a ‘royal rod’, something that Riju was very eager to use at any chance.

“So what's it like sitting in the throne, hero? Perhaps a bit stiff at times, but I think it is certainly fun,” she said in a sultry tone. “Sorta like you, huh?”

Riju wasn't sitting on the throne, but she was sitting on something. Link, pants pulled down to his ankles, was the one in the seat, with young leader in his lap. His member was stiff from prior foreplay, the girl sitting on him sporting one of comparable size. She always enjoyed spending time with visitors and, until this day, it had only been women. Whenever they came, she always ‘greeted’ them thoroughly, but had always been the giver and never the receiver. Today was the day she changed that.

“So, great hero, are you ready to test your mettle? Think of this as the first step to gaining the trust do the Gerudo… if you're feeling intimidated.~”

She giggled as he squirmed, her hands were pressing their shafts together and jerking them simultaneously. Their precum was mixing, streaming from their tips. Neither of them could wait, the fluid was a damning sign of their arousal. Link was embarrassed, but he couldn’t deny how it felt. The anticipation of going further had him on edge, though he wouldn't need to wait long.

Even Riju couldn’t wait; she lifted her body, quivering as she went. Her pristine, royal pucker was the destination for this hero’s ‘sword’, and she didn’t waste any time. She sighed as her butt parted to take his manhood, the tight ring of muscle opening to his thick member. As expected of the Hylian Champion, he was perfect; every inch stretched her out just right, filled her up to the fullest.

Taking a few moments to adjust, she turned to look back at him.

“I hope you don't intend to keep me waiting. A man like you shouldn't make the lady do all the work, not with a strong body like that.”

Riju grabbed his hands, placing them under her thighs. Her soft skin gave to his grip, the underlying muscle pleasant to the touch. She was right, while there were already so many responsibilities he had, this was one he had as well. Lifting her small frame was easy, the hard part he soon found, as he thrusted up into her, was keeping his strength up.

This wasn't an issue of exhaustion, but excessive pleasure. Her tight back door was riding him hard, gripping him as it ran up and down his length. The warmth and texture inside was without description. It was far too much for him to withstand, but Link could tell she was barely keeping herself together.

No doubt the guards outside were shifting uneasily as her moans echoed in the large room. The young princess was taking it up the butt by the Hylian Champion of legend. Perhaps some wanted to look upon the spectacle, but they didn't dare leave their post. Riju would have them for dessert if they were caught.

“As expected… of the Hylian knight! You aren't just good with a normal sword…! I don't think I'll last.”

Riju truly couldn't bear all the pleasure. Her hand gripped her own bouncing cock and stroked fervidly. She moaned through clenched teeth, selfishly pushing herself to climax while Link did all the work. There was a knot within her she wanted out, a tension that she wanted to relieve. It was all she could think of, and she was used to getting what she wanted.

With her Champion reaching his own peak, barely able to keep her up, she knew it was coming. He grunted, pushing deep within her without warning, being the first to finish. His hot, sticky cum bathed her colon. It flowed deep, warming her core and filling her even fuller. She jerked rapidly, even as she felt the rush of bliss coming, strands of seed jetting from her tip and splattering her chest. Her slight abs, and the lines between them, were covered with sperm.

She couldn't believe this Hylian was laying claim to her ass, defiling it in such grand display. Her high couldn't be better! She slowly drifted down from it, cock limp and leaking the odd remaining wad of cum. Riju found her butthole in a similar state, spunk slipping through the space between her loosened hole and his formidable member.

“Oh… I'll have to start calling you ‘lover boy’, huh? Of all the partners I've taken, no one has given me such a quick and satisfying orgasm!” She wasn't in the habit of lying, ever word was the truth. “Once Naboris slumbers once more, return and I think I shall reward you once again.”

Link needed a breather; he couldn't even begin to think about conquering that Divine Beast in his current state. Though, the idea of going a second round was tempting. Very tempting.

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Chapter 13: May. 2018 - Story #3: Fantasia (OC)

Summary:

With the promise of a little fun and a small photo-shoot, Fantasia agrees to a young man’s proposition to meet in his hotel room. Unknown to her, she agreed to more than just a one-on-one session, but she doesn’t want to disappoint.

Contains: F/M, Oral, Vagina, Gangbang

‘Some fun and photos,’ the guy had said. Fantasia was smart, and she would never say that in the egotistical way, but, somehow, she'd completely missed what he had meant. There had been a lot of looks, and winks, and smiles, perhaps she should have been watching where they were aimed. Dressed up like 2B, it shouldn't have been a surprise, but here she was.

Sitting in the edge of the bed, she had four handsome, eager men looking to have some of that aforementioned fun. Somehow the cosplayer had agreed to something that didn't so much involve her special clothing, but rather it's removal. Fantasia wasn't big on groups, she would rather have been in a one on one scenario, but these men were so eager. How could she say no and leave them disappointed?

Fantasia watched as they approached her, hands touching her outfit and body. They presented their members; their large, thick rods definitely persuading her based on sight alone. She had partial visibility through the blindfold that came with her cosplay, and got to work with her hands and mouth. The men tasted of the salt of sweat, and the vague flavor of precum, as she licked and sucked their cocks.

Her throat made crude sounds as she forced herself down on the nearest man. Fantasia could feel it reached far into her esophagus as her lips kissed his base. While she bobbed, her hands stroked his companions. They groaned loudly, eager to get the focus of this young YorHa cosplayer. She did the best she could, bouncing between them, coating each man’s prick in her saliva.

Apparently, she was quite good. It wasn't long before the men were weak at the knees.

“Open up, cutie, we've got some gifts to give! Something to help perfect your costume!”

She did as asked, and found herself under a rain of seed. Her mouth and cheeks were smattered with cum, a deep pool forming in her gaping maw. The bitter taste filled her buds, and Fantasia didn't need to remove her blindfold or use a mirror to tell she had gotten a thick, creamy coating. It was to swallow it all, but where else would she put it? Fantasia felt it slowly rolling down her throat, clinging to her soft walls.

It left her a bit wanting for air, yet the men seemed eager to continue.

The cosplayer found herself pushed down onto the sheets, the broad chest of one of the men pressing into her back. Her leotard was brushed aside as a second man spread her legs, tail turned away, exposing her sensitive bits to their prying eyes. She trembled as their hands clutched her buttocks and thighs, cocks pressing against her entrances. Fantasia couldn't believe that just an hour ago she was down in the convention hall, blissfully unaware of what she had inadvertently agreed to.

“Clench those teeth, my friend and I are going to give you a good finale.

Fantasia would end up doing that regardless of her own volition. They thrust into her, invading her two, tight holes. A loud gasp escaped her as pleasure filled her body, alongside the proper stuffing she was getting. The men pushed deep, until their hips smacked against her body, before thrusting away. Soft moans slowly filled the room, along with the percussion of meaty slaps.

A thought crossed her mind, that perhaps these men weren’t strangers to this. They worked in tandem, alternating in and out of sync. She felt her nerves being assaulted by stimuli, her body heating and growing slick as sweat beaded up on her body. Regardless of the prior experience these men may have had, it didn’t matter much at all. Especially since she was already in the midst of getting both her holes thoroughly fucked.

She heard the sound of a camera, partially saw the strobe of the flash as their phones snapped photos of her. Fantasia would be blushing if she wasn't already hot all over. Hopefully these men would be kind enough to not share these around, but there was also little to no possibility that she would be recognized. To any common viewer, Fantasia would be a 2B cosplayer making full use of her outfit.

And she had certainly done just that.

Her body couldn't take much more, a tight tension was building inside her. She needed release and would thankfully be getting it soon. Then men were short of breath, growing sloppy and uneven in their motions. They were unable to synchronize any longer, and only matched each other in their last few moments. Together the two men took heavy thrusts deep, deep into her and released everything they had.

Fantasia felt pure bliss as their hot fun coated the deep recesses of her holes. The sticky seed flowed into and filled every space it could, the sensation and temperature driving her crazy. She would cry out in joy, if she could, but instead let out a long, deep sigh as she rode her orgasm as long as possible.

Before long, though, she was spent. Her senses returned in time to see the men pull out, their cocks trailing cum behind them. It was unfortunate that was the end of their fun. Truthfully, she could go another round or two before truly tiring out. Instead she was thanked, given a few playful squeezes and gropes, as well as a few compliments, before the men all left.

Fantasia hoped she'd see them again, and a small note on the nearby table, with phone numbers on it, meant she most likely could. Perhaps she'd wear another of her costumes if they decided on a next time.

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Chapter 14: Jun. 2018 - Story #1: Gunnthra (FE:H)

Summary:

Aiding the adorable Askran summoner, Gunnthra tries some things she had never done before. Much to her excitement, it turns out to be quite fun.

Contains: F/M, Clothed Sex, Paizuri/Titfuck

“Oh… I do hope I'm doing this right,” the Niflian princess muttered. “I've never done something so… interesting before.”

She was so used to the cold, that the thought alone of having this touching her made her feel like she would melt. Gunnthra was in a back room with Kiran, the kind Summoner within the Askran army. One thing had led to another, a little need for thanks here, a soft word there, and the next thing she knew was that she was showing her appreciation to him. Physically and intimately, at that.

She had carefully pulled her top up, letting the soft fabric reach her bosom before stopping. Kiran had likewise undone his pants, a bit clumsily at that, letting his stiff member free. This had been so sudden that neither was really prepared for it. There was hesitation, and plenty of it, but also a quiet, dire need. It exuded from them in their hurried actions and heavy breath; neither of them could wait much longer at this rate.

Kiran didn't want to seem lecherous, but the summoner had dreamed of this. He watched as her bosom, still covered, lifted up and over his manhood. The opening under where her top had been rolled up to give a clear path to her breasts, and was one he would be journeying on. His body could hardly stay in place as Gunnthra lowered herself. Her soft mammaries enveloped him, filled him with immense warmth. It had him short of breath; it was positively heavenly!

The princess was bright red, flustered and intrigued by the sensation. She pressed her breasts together and saw him quiver in delight. Gunnthra had never given this sort of thing much thought, but was this really so nice for Kiran? For her, it was certainly nice to have something so warm pressing into her tender flesh, and his reactions were so cute! There was no way for her to resist doing more.

“I’m going to start moving now,” she whispered with a small, sweet smile.

Her hands cupped her covered chest, lifting it slowly, dropping it gradually. Kiran felt chills of bliss run up his body. The heat was building under those warm clothes, sweat beading on her skin as she worked her bosom. He watched his tip tent her top with every drop of her divine chest. She noticed it too, watching it peek out as her rhythm continued.

Before long, a wet spot was forming. The fabric of her dress was becoming soiled and a fluid began to lean through soon after. She paused, curious as to what it was. Gunnthra was surprised to see it to be something sticky, it stuck to her finger with the smallest of touches. It even had a vague flavor, a distant taste that almost made her want more.

“To think, the Summoner keeps surprising me,” the princess said with a soft laugh. “It's never-ending fun with you, isn't it?”

Her heart was beating fast, mind filling with fun new ideas. She began to squeeze her chest tight, squishing his manhood between the soft pillows. It made him clench up, body trying to withstand the barrage of pleasure. Gunnthra even swung her chest side to side, as if bullying his shaft with her bosom. For her, it was so much fun, even though her outfit was getting a bit sticky in the process. Now there was a large wet spot, slowly spreading over the gap his twitching member was occupying.

“S-sorry about the dress,” he muttered, cheeks red. “Can't quite help it.”

She laughed a deep, sweet laugh. “It was to be expected, so don't worry one, little bit.~”

If she said it, Gunnthra meant it. He let that last worry go, surrendering himself to her little show. Her bouncing was hypnotic, watching it alone made him relax and grow slack in his seat. The pleasure pulsed up his spine, following the rhythm the Niflian was taking. Even her little giggles and gasps of joy to his reaction gave an arousing sensation, as if her voice were angelic in origin.

“You look so bothered, Kiran. Perhaps you've been pent up lately? I guess it's a good thing I'm around… you feel so tense.~”

She wasn't wrong. Kiran was indeed tense, tense from the massive knot he felt inside him, waiting to burst. He knew he wouldn't last, not with how amazing she was doing. All he could do was try to hold on, to experience however much he could. Yet, with all his might, he couldn't. With on last squeeze, her breasts pushing in tight, he hit bust.

Kiran sighed as his muscles went weak, as if the bones in his body and turned to gelatin. His manhood pulsed as spurts of seed were sent quickly up its length. There was a brief peep of surprise as Gunnthra saw and felt it happening. An intense warmth filled her chest, spreading across her skin with each twitch of his cock. Her top grew damp as it absorbed into the fabric and began grow milky as the fluid forced its way through, right above his tip. It pooled there, even showing a small spurt from one of his final spasms, before eventually receding back in.

“You r-really were, Kiran! Perhaps we should do this more… I don't think you would object, no?”

Smothered in her hot, wet breasts, and given the option of doing it again, he would be a fool to not accept.

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Chapter 15: Jun. 2018 - Story #2: Fairy Companion (Original)

Summary:

A spitfire of a fairy likes getting her way with her human companion. Much to get chagrin, he doesn't always do as she wants, but at least has the knowledge to make due on his actions.

Contains: F/M, Facial, Size Difference

“Come on, don't tell me you're having troubles?” Webb asked stiffly as she grabbed and massaged his member. “Making someone like me do the work is rude.”

She wasn't wrong, being fairy and all. Her height, that measured in mere inches, didn't lend itself to much when it came to this. Webb’s arms could barely reach around his girth and couldn’t do much else than gentle rubbing. It was on her companion to do most of the work, which he was sometimes slow to do, which she often played off of with her serious, stern personality. For her, it was one of the few ways to get him to pick up his slack.

It seemed her scolding was enough. He finally took the lead, gently jerking his length while she continued to rub his tub with her palms. Webb used what strength she could to elicit the responses she wanted., watching as his hips twitched and jerked in response to the sensations. Things were finally going as planned, or so she thought. Her friend pulled in a sudden gasp of air, gritting his teeth as he sighed in pleasure. His cock trembled, the only warning she would get.

Webb took the full force of his thick, sticky load. Even a simple spurt covered her entire face, and each one after that smattering another part of her. She took the massive facial with what grace she could, albeit sputtering as it happened. His cum was overwhelming, dripping down her body, clinging to her wings. The taste and texture was fantastic, though she wouldn’t ever admit it. Even as his orgasm dwindled, his bliss waning, the fairy was left dealing with the aftermath.

She tried to swallow what she could, wing fluttering out of impulse to fling the sperm away. To put it bluntly, she could barely do either. Her clothes were soiled and her mood as sassy as ever.

“You… dolt,” she grumbled, mouth full of spunk. “How many times do I have to tell you to give a warning?”

He shrugged and chuckled, much to her chagrin. At least Webb had taught him what would come next if he ever did something like this. She pouted as he picked her up by the hips, carrying her like a fragile toy over to the sink. A steady stream of hot, steamy water came from the faucet, a fancy saucer slid under and filled almost to the brim.

She tossed aside her clothes, as they would be something to clean late. Webb let herself slowly into the warm water, sighing as she relaxed and let the liquid wash away what it could. Obviously, with what clung to her, water alone wasn’t enough. Thankfully, her foolish friend had some sense and mixed a bit of soap into the bath. With a bit of motion, it created soft, foamy suds. The fairy was finally feeling relaxed

“Good to know you’re at least somewhat responsible for your actions, so clean me off while you’re at it.”

Webb was bossy and needy, but he had been the one to cause all this. She lifted her small arms as he got to work, letting his fingers get to work. He moved carefully and gently, scrubbing down her body like her own personal servant. Webb hummed to herself as he went, as if it were a normal, everyday occurrence. Slowly, her body was scrubbed clean and had a healthy, radiant glow. It was good he could manage this much, though he often didn't know when to quit.

His fingers began to rub at her thighs and nethers. Despite the difference in size, he was dexterous and precise. Before Webb even realized what was happening, her body was quivering from the pleasure.

“Y-you… dumb…” She wasn't able to finish her sentence, his fingers grazed against her sensitive bits far too perfectly to allow it.

Her small body trembled in delight, her voice growing weak from her endless, tiny moans. She couldn't believe how brash he was being, or how good it felt. It was almost too much; it felt like she wouldn't be able to contain it. Perhaps she had been a bit too hard on him. Just a little bit.

The heat of her body and of the water reached its peak, as did the pressure building inside her. Soon she was squirming against his tender grip as a powerful climax rippled through her. Webb was soon limp, sighing as a glow washed over her. Had he not been there to hold her up, she may have slipped under the water.

Once she had finally regained her strength and senses, she turned to him. Her face was red and a frown on her face.

“Don't think you aren't getting off without punishment for that… just ask next time, you dummy.”

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Chapter 16: Jun. 2018 - Story #3: Cerah x Fen (OCs)

Summary:

Tending to a tavern isn't an easy job, yet Cerah enjoys it, especially when a special guest is waiting upstairs. Even more so when a special night is in store with said guest.

Contains: F/M, Light Femdom, Oral (Blowjob), Paizuri/Titfuck

Cerah sighed, glad to finally close the tavern after a busy night. There had been so much going on that she had hardly a moment to think of anything. Yet, when she did, her thoughts lingered on a special guest who had checked in for the night. They were a dear friend, to say the least, among other colorful descriptors that she wouldn't mention with casual companions. Not due to a dislike of them, but a certain, private interest that was best left quiet.

With all the cleaning done, she knew it was best to not leave her guest waiting any longer. Donning tight, dark blue lingerie, both panties and bra, her fair blue skin was complemented well. She silently marched up the stairs, a saunter forming in her hips as she approached her ‘VIP Room’. Cerah didn't knock, she'd been waiting all night and wouldn't waste another minute, much to the occupant’s surprise.

“C-Cerah!” The young Lord Fenton stammered, excited by her sudden appearance and attire. His hands quickly covering a suspicious bulge under the sheets. “Had I known you were coming, I would have put on-”

A finger pressing against his lips silenced him, another hooking and pulling away the sheets that covered him. The slight of build, pinkish lad smiled sheepishly at his revealed erection, evidence that he had been starting the fun without her.

“And here I was hoping to have a little foreplay,” Cerah said, clicking her tongue as her mood grew stricter. “You may be highborn, Fen, but that doesn't save you from punishment.”

He halfheartedly tried to find an excuse as her hand grabbed hold of his manhood and gingerly pulled him from the bed. Fen would be into it either way and offered little resistance as she guided him to a nearby chair. Contrary to his first impression, he wasn't the one to sit in that seat, but his mistress for the night sat down instead. A small gasp escaped him as a collar wrapped and fastened around his neck, a short leash now grasped tightly in her hand.

“Oh, heck yea!” He blurted out, getting a chuckle from Cerah.

“I'm supposed to be punishing you, Fen. You could at least play the part…” His wide smile said otherwise, it seemed teaching him would be difficult. “But if you're that eager, you better get to work.”

She pulled down her bra, letting her bosom loose. Her impressively sized breasts had Fen stiffer than ever and, were it not for the leash, he would have gone to town on them. Luckily for him, Cerah tapped the space between them, signaling exactly what he was to be doing. There wasn't much else that needed to be said as Fen straddled the chair, bringing his throbbing cock to bear on her chest.

Leash still in hand, Cerah leaned back and pressed her boobs together, signaling for him to start.

He shuddered in anticipation, pressing him hot member against her bosom before sliding deep between those soft mounds. Fen groaned, already overcome by the initial wave of pleasure, the sensations of the tight canal more than what he could have hoped for. The young Lord wanted to get a handful of them and take off, but knew he wasn't in charge right now. His hips continued to thrust into that warm channel, spreading his precum across her pretty, blue skin. There had always been a deep appreciation he had for Cerah, as a friend and a intimate companion, and it was time he showed it a bit.

“They're so luscious, Cerah, I would squeeze them all night, if I could…!” He blurted out between his firm, hard pistons.

She chuckled, pushing her bosom tighter. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Fen… so don't stop.”

He took it as a very direct, intimate threat. Despite his own, almost rampant libido, he knew that Cerah could get the better of him. Fen had to get on her good side and quick, lest he never rest a single minute that night. While it was tempting, he had business in the morning.

Wet slaps sounded from her breasts as her skin beaded with sweat and mixed with Fen’s fluids, echoing through the small room.

“These boobs are heavenly! I would worship them every day, given a chance!”

“More, Fen,” she hummed, leaning down to kiss his aching head as it poked out the other end. Her tongue darted put, licking at his tip whenever it could.

The pose was getting to him, she was working him hard for this punishment. “If given a choice, I would serve to massage them every day… sucking and groping to y-your content!”

She gave a throaty laugh as she pulled him closer and closer. His cock was still buried in her chest, but now she had almost a quarter of it between her lips. Cerah wouldn't let go, either, holding him almost still while she sucked. Fen huffed, utterly delighted and enraptured in the experience. Still, he tried to talk, despite a quiver in his voice.

“A h-heavenly bosom su-such as yours deserves… f-fealty…!”

He couldn't finish, his muscles wouldn't let him. A deep, hidden knot had come unraveled and his body was twitching in ecstasy. Cerah had felt it coming, her combined boob and blowjob was too much for him, not after so many hours waiting for her companionship. She hummed happily as his cum spurted into her mouth, covering her tongue thoroughly. It leaked from her lips, the flow so great that it threatened to escape and sully her face as well. Swallowing it all gradually, she felt a bit of her thirst quenched and her lust partially sated.

“Don't think yourself done yet, Fenton!”

As his climax finally ended, Fen found himself tossed back onto the bed, with Cerah’s rump pressing against his stomach. He could feel her butt rubbing against her manhood, stimulating it back to full size. Her soft cheeks were more than enough, yet a sign of what was to come. The young man could see the glint of desire in her eye and knew that it would be a long night. His business in the morning would be for his future self to worry about. All he wanted was to serve Cerah for the night, a welcome flip on their usual ‘arrangement’.

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Chapter 17: Aug. 2018 - Story #1: Beruka (FE: Heroes)

Summary:

Through Kiran's latest 'adventures', he's gotten intimate with more than a few ladies within the Askrian barracks. However, someone has been watching when it comes to two of those ladies, and has made her move.

Contains: F/M, Anal

It was finally time to call it quits for the day, to unwind and lay back in his bed. Kiran thought he would get all night to rest for more training tomorrow, but he couldn't have been more wrong. As he walked into his room, shutting the door behind him, he noticed something was off. There were an awful lot of candles around, more than he remembered leaving lit. Only as his eyes panned to the bed in the corner did he realize what was going on.

Beruka, the quiet, distant wyvern rider, sat cross legged on his bed. He had never seen her out of her armor, and, not only that, in something so… skimpy. Her body was decked in lingerie of the sort he expected Camilla to wear, all frilly and white. Kiran found it difficult to look away, not just due to her sudden appearance and manner of dress, but with the way she was looking at him. The tense gaze was scary, paralyzing him until she patted the bed in front of her, sending a clear message of what she wanted him to do.

Kiran swallowed his nervousness, stepped up to his bed, sliding on and sitting in front of the assassin. She continued to stare, frowning as if she detested something about him. He didn't make a move, worrying he might do something wrong. Apparently, this was counterproductive, as she soon sighed and stood, shoving him down onto the mattress.

“I thought my message clear, but it seems I failed in that matter…,” Beruka muttered as she undid his robes. “For that failure, I will take a portion of responsibility… however, the rest lies with you. You have given Selena and Lady Camilla… intimate time, so I demand you give me the same!”

Her little outburst had her hands in fists, cheeks a vibrant red. Beruka had hoped she needn't say a word to get it across to this silly summoner, but she appeared to have underestimated him. She spun about, presenting her pert rump to him, pulling down her panties as she turned. Presenting herself, exposed wholly to this dense man, she stuttered one last sentence.

“G-Give it to me like… you did to Lady Camilla…!”

He understood fully now just what she was after, the exposed butt was plenty to clue him in. Kiran had learned by this point that there was little purpose in keeping a lady waiting and began to do as she had asked. His hands gripped her small waist as he began to find a good position. Beruka’s pucker twitched with anticipation as he pressed in, his cock slowly parting her tight, little hole as it accepted him. A small whimper broke from her as he slid deep into her, stretching her out with every inch he had to give.

She twisted the bedsheets between her fingers as he thrusted into her. Her first anal adventure was proving more stimulating than she could have hoped. Beruka had used her fingers before, maybe teased it with a toy before, but never had she taken so much. Kiran was so big and so deep, it had her on edge within the first minute.

Her hushed, little moans served as fuel for the summoner. His hips smacked against her butt, pushing her deeper and deeper into the bed. Kiran was almost hugging her, his chest just inches from her back as their passion grew greater and his pace grew in kind. The slaps of their skin impacting were growing wetter in tone, fluids dripping from her rump and pussy were being smeared all over. It wouldn't be long until the climactic finish, both were well aware of it.

“F-Finish inside me, like you did to the others…” Beruka muttered between her gasps. “I want to f-feel it too!”

Her soft voice was almost enough to force an orgasm right there. She was too adorable under that cold exterior of hers. Kiran placed his hands in her back, taking her words as a queue to make his finish. He thrust hard and fast, making her squeal in delight. Beruka, shamefully, couldn't hold back her unbecoming noises. Body filled with the electricity of overwhelming pleasure, there wasn't much she could do to stop them.

She felt it coming as her companion grew rushed and sloppy with his motions. He was groaning, unable to hold it in; her hot, little hole was just too much. With one last thrust, he hilted inside her, grunting as his orgasm began with a blast. Beruka could feel him twitching as he clung tightly to her and of course all the cum he was pumping into her bowels. Her knuckles grew white, the hot seed pushing her into her own climax and making her body mimic Kiran’s.

This was the heaven Lady Camilla liked so much, why she visited the silly summoner. He must have skill beyond measure for her to come back again and again, as she already felt addicted to it. Beruka was melting under the pure pleasure, growing limp as he continued to empty himself inside her. She could feel it all pooling deep in her intestines, no doubt stuck until a much later time. It was almost disappointing as it ended, leaving her craving more, and he sluggishly pulled out.

There was a deep, lewd squelch as his head exited her butthole. Wads of spunk came dripping out, her pucker gaped from such a passionate, yet impromptu, session. She slowly flipped over to see his exhausted face, giving a tiny peck on his cheek. A small bonus for treating her so well.

“If… if you wish to continue meeting with Lady Camilla, you must also… treat me the same courtesy. Got it?”

How could he say no to that? Kiran certainly couldn't, though all these women were getting to be a bit much. Scheduling all of this was going to be a nightmare.

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Chapter 18: Aug. 2018 - Story #2: Halla x Sol (OCs)

Summary:

Dressed as a flight attendant, Halla gives a special customer some 'in-flight entertainment' as a special present.

Contains: F/M, Rimming, Anal

The stewardess came walking up from behind him, heels clicking on the floor as she approached. Sol put down the tablet he was reading from and peered up at her. Halla, her name badge said, was quite a looker, to say the least. He didn't even know this woman and yet he was magnetized to her. Her curves and soft body were a welcome sight on this lonely flight.

“Mr. Sol, is it? I wanted to thank you for generosity in choosing us for your personal transportation needs, and to respond to your request for some… ‘in-flight entertainment’,” Halla said with a deep, enticing tone. “While we may not have much to meet your needs normally, perhaps I could offer my personal help?”

She swung her hips slowly and playfully as she spoke. The meaning of her words and actions weren't lost on him. There was no way he would be so foolish as to miss them. Sol liked this woman, almost unreasonably so; her playful tone and demeanor was quite enticing, to say he least. He reached out, taking the invitation that her swing his were offering, grasping her rump with gusto. Her tight, short skirt did a poor jump hiding her thick butt and was too good to pass up.

Halla swung about, standing in front of the seat he sat in as he played with her. She leaned over, offering a better view as he rolled up her skirt and brought her panties down. Her cheeks were toyed with, jiggling as his hands squeezed and groped them. His passion was quite commendable, a smile passing over her face as she turned to see him take it even further. Sol truly was going for the gold and making full use of the situation.

She cooed as he spread her cheeks, licking at the pucker between them. His tongue traced the edge, using his lips to give sloppy kisses which left plenty of extra saliva behind. Sol had paid good money for some entertainment and was making sure he got it all. He began to prod, pushing his tongue into that tight hole of hers. All he could think of was getting even a bit of a taste and would thankfully be rewarded for his perseverance. Her resistance began to break, and his muscle wormed its way inside.

The flavor was exquisite, compelling him to get as deep as he could, making Halla tremble with delight the whole way. He tried his best to ream that rump until it was dripping with fluids. It was then that Sol couldn't control himself any more. Sol stood, knocking the tablet to the floor, nearly tearing his pants off to present his raging erection. Halla laughed eagerly as he grasped at her bosom, unfastening the buttons until her heaving bust spilled free.

“Aren't you feisty, Mr. Sol. It's always good to get your money's worth, so be sure to make use of our amenities .~”

As she spoke, his cock was already pushing its way into her anus. She moaned as his stiff meat entered her colon, burying itself deep inside. He began to thrust, making that chocolatey butt of hers bounce with even just the smallest of motions. Sol used her breasts as a grasping point, pulling himself tight to her body as he fucked her hard. Her sweet, sweet moans were like music, her gasps a delight to his ears. Halla’s ass was a perfect balance of hot, tight, and wet, goading him to push himself further than ever before.

The sounds of their love making was joined by meaty slaps as he went all in. Sol loved this asshole of hers, the way it gripped him on the way in and out was addicting. His thoughts could only think of stuffing her even further, letting loose his seed deep into her rump. He aimed for that goal, dialing it up one last notch to fly his way there. Had he the resolve to last through this heaven, perhaps a greater reward awaited, but a chance like this only came once, and so would he. Thrusting balls-deep, slapping against her wet groin, he let out all his pent-up tension in one, passionate moment.

She felt the hot, sticky seed spurt out inside her intestines. The sensation always made her melt, knees growing weak as he pushed all his weight into her. Her lungs drained of air in one long sigh of pleasure, her body lighting up like a power line. Halla lived this moment, even if it never lasted as long as she liked. Even the most energetic of men could only go so far, after all. Soon the stream of cum slowed, and his prick grew soft.

Sol pulled out with a dull pop, was of cum dripping from her gaping hole. Her hands pulled her hole open further, groaning as she flexed her muscles. Another few, sticky globs came streaming out as her hole attempted to close tight. Of course, after such a few ecstatic minutes, there was no way it would. It remained a leaky, sticky hole, ready for further use.

“I'm happy your in-flight entertainment was to your liking, but we still have a while left,” Halla said in her ‘official’ sounding voice. “I can offer another item to try or if Mr. Sol is a frequent flyer, the option of a repeat is always available.~”

To try that sweet mouth of her or divine pussy, it was a impossible question to begin with. But, with the offer of a second go into that heavenly butt, it was most certainly without answer. Clearly, he would need to do them all many times before a true verdict could be reached, and he had a whole day to do it. Thankfully, with a woman like Halla, recharge time would be short and quick. Sol just couldn't suffer to disappoint her.

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Chapter 19: Sep. 2018 - Story #1: Fekete x Erisal (OCs)

Summary:

Erisal was often a hopeless woman, one Fekete couldn't quite seem to knock some sense into. Thankfully, for both of them, that often resulted in 'punishment', which truthfully seems to reinforce the bad behavior.

Contains: Futa/F, Oral, Rough Sex

She'd been having a fantastic dream, the kind so good that she couldn't remember what it was. Not that she had meant to forget; there was something much more pressing going on. A few soft slaps against Erisal's face slowly roused her, her blurry eyes slowly opening to see who it was. The drowsy woman chuckled as she gazed up at a dear friend, Fekete, who seemed a tad cross.

“Morning, Fekete… what are you doing here?” Erisal asked with a yawn, still trying to get her senses back.

“I should be the one asking you, why are you in the server room again? I told you to stop sleeping in here.”

She chuckled nervously, squinting as the lights glared down on her. “Ah, well, I can't quite help it. It's so nice and warm in here, really gets my blood flowing.”

“Perhaps, but I can't let this go unpunished,” Fekete said sternly, reaching under her skirt and grabbing what she had used to slap Erisal. “This will get the blood flowing.”

The sleepy woman jumped in surprise as a thick, meaty cock slapped down against her face. It was already dribbling a constant stream of precum, looking as enticing as could be to Erisal. She didn't need to be told what to do, this was hardly the first time she'd been caught sleeping in the server room. Still laying on her back, Erisal opened wide to accept her ‘punishment’. Fekete's tasty sausage forced her jaw open as it slid down her throat, neck bulging slightly as she bottomed out. They had done this so many times that Erisal could take it all straight away.

She licked and sucked as best she could, given her flipped perspective. Her lips were made to kiss the base of Fekete's crotch, her sizable breasts serving as the perfect leverage for the dominant woman as she thrusted into Erisal. The sensation of hot, tight walls clamping down on her shaft had Fekete almost quivering, her gaze slowly growing warmer as she went. Fekete went with her own pace, knowing full well her companion wouldn't complain.

Not that should would dare. Erisal let out a muffled moaned in excitement as her esophagus was reamed by such a sizable dick. She felt so full, so well used; she couldn't help but run a few fingers down to her folds and play a bit. Her body felt like it was alight as fluids slowly rolled down her face. To have her throat stuffed and fucked was a delight, and Fekete was perfect in her control and motions, fingers squeezing tightly, hips methodically thrusting in her own rhythm, it was almost hypnotic.

Loud, wet, sloppy sounds echoed from Erisal, each dive down into her maw forcing saliva to come almost squirting from the corners of her mouth. On occasion, Fekete would pull all the way out, watching all the strands bridge the space between their bodies and the way she Erisal hungered for more. She never closed her mouth; it was always open, tongue outstretched, and inviting her friend to continue.

“This is supposed to be teaching you a lesson about sleeping in weird places, but it seems you're as helpless as ever,” Fekete said with a sigh, spying Erisal's fingers rubbing herself off. “Perhaps there is no teaching you.”

Erisal would have responded, had she not suddenly had her throat full of meat the very next second. She doubled down on her motions, going hard and fast. Since a lesson was out of the question, self-gratification was the only other option. Fekete let the pleasure fill her, gave herself to it, and worked towards releasing all that pent-up ‘stress’ her body was holding in. The collected woman was soon panting, eyes filled with desire, as a tension built up inside her groin. It wouldn't be long now, both knew.

“Since I can't seem to teach you, you can be the special recipient of my homemade, creamy batter. Just don't spill, or I'll have to really find something…”

Truthfully, with as well as she could speak under the pressure, she was at her end. Fekete took a few last, heavy thrusts before bottoming out inside Erisal's tight throat. She let out a soft moan as her body reached the climax she'd been craving. Massive, sticky ropes of cum shot straight down into her friend's belly, the sheer viscosity and volume of it causing it to clog and flow backwards after the first few second. Erisal sputtered as her esophagus became a sleeve full of seed, her mind blanking somewhat as the hot spunk dominated her senses.

Excess sperm oozed from Erisal's stretched mouth, almost threatening to come spurting from her nostrils. She couldn't swallow until Fekete pulled out, and truthfully did hope nothing spilled. More so that she was worried about losing out on some of her free meal, and not from fear of punishment. Thankfully, it wouldn't be but a few more seconds. Fekete had dropped her entire load, days, if not weeks, worth of built-up batter were safely deposited inside a secure bank, of sorts. Pulling out with a long, wet squelch, she inspected her handiwork, to great satisfaction.

Erisal was reduced to absentmindedly fingering herself, too overwhelmed to so much more than that but swallow it all down. Her face was streaked with spit and trails of cum rolled down from her lips, the perfect evidence of their sloppy, yet passionate, last few minutes. Fekete squeezed the remaining drops from her shaft, leaving them in her friend's safe keeping. It would be a bit before Erisal was out of her ‘catatonic’ state, and Fekete had more business to attend to.

She turned and left, chuckling to herself. While a bit roundabout, this would at least wake Erisal up and get her to stop sleeping on the servers… if at least for today. There was always tomorrow, and the days that followed, where times would likely repeat themselves, to both of their delight.

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Chapter 20: Sep. 2018 - Story #2: Yuffie (FFVII)

Summary:

An incorrigible little thief, Yuffie thinks she's hit it big with stealing the true mother-lode of materia off some chump adventurers. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, she has to get inventive with how to carry them all and on how to get them all out after.

Contains: Solo Female, Vaginal/Anal, Object Insertion

What a bunch of chumps! Yuffie had struck it big, and with little trouble too! They were all asleep and all fools! This was a high, both mentally and physically. All this materia was hers, but there was so much that she was resorting to desperate measures to steal it all. Her bags and pockets were overflowing, leaving her scrambling to find more places to put them. She was even tempted to swallow them but realized she could bypass the potential wait time by going at it from the ‘other end’.

It was a lucky thing that they didn't hear her. One by one, she took one of those little orbs and slid her hand down into her panties. Yuffie moaned as she pushed them inside herself, stuffing both her ass and pussy full. She felt them sliding deep, bumping together, grinding against her tight, soft walls. All of her strength was needed to contain her sounds, even if her labored huffs and puffs still made it out into the cold, night air.

This was only half of the plan, of course. Even after stuffing her bags and holes full if materia, she needed to get to a safe place. It would only be a few hours until they woke up and she needed to be long gone by then. She would steal an extra bag or two along the way, then all she would need is to fill them up with what she was holding in. Though that was better said than done.

When the time came, her freshly pilfered bags lying nearby, Yuffie found herself the perfect spot. It was quiet and secluded, away from any possible onlookers. She sat down, leaned against a nearby rock, and began to unfasten her clothing. Her belly was bulging ever so slightly due to the sheer quantity of those special orbs inside her. Off came her pants and panties, and in went her fingers.

She'd been in a state of perpetual arousal. All those materia bouncing around, stretching her out, had her dripping wet. Her fingers slipped inside so easily, first toying with her vagina before going inside her ass. It would take more work for the latter, simply with how much was in there. Yuffie played with herself until she felt good and ready to push out some orbs, then the real pleasure would come.

It started easily enough at first, every grunt and push rewarding her with a materia slipping from her pussy. She quivered with delight, watching them pile up as her entire canal was stimulated by their movement. Though, it didn't take long for her to start moaning after each one came sliding out, nor did it take much longer after that for Yuffie to start playing with her clit. That little nub got as much attention as the orbs were giving her, which was quite a lot. The thief was disappointed when the last, sticky orb came out, adding to the wet pile.

Well, the last that had been in her pussy, that is. Her ass was still stuffed to the brim and just as eager for release. Were it not for the natural resistance her pucker had, she could've easily pushed them all out alongside the others. Yuffie took a few tests, seeing just how much her pucker would fight back. Satisfied that it would be a simple task, she took a deep breath and began to push. She groaned as the first orb crowned, her tight butthole expanding as it shoved its way past.

There was a moment of relief, of elation, as the materia popped out almost audibly, smacking into the pile between her legs. She gasped for breath, exhilarated beyond words. The thief pushed again, another orb clattering into the growing group of materia. Yuffie loved it's the sensation of passing one of those little, magic balls out of her ass. To feel her anus expand and tighten so quickly was pure delight! It would only get better, too. Her butthole would get looser and looser with each one, the next following quicker in line.

She was almost frantic as she reached the halfway point, at least a few dozen wet, most materia joining the first group. Her finger vigorously stimulated her previous stuffed hole, thrusting and rubbing about as she continued to expel the orbs. Yuffie’s belly shrunk back to normal size, a single push yielding at least three to four materia now. It was a surprise no one heard her; her voice was echoing, crying out in a display of pure lust.

What had started as a theft was ending up rather messy.

Yuffie was in love with every aspect of it and wouldn't be lasting much longer. She had kept track of just how many orbs she had stuffed deep into her colon, and there were only three left. The first was easy, the second just as wonderful to pass, but the third was unusually big. It hadn't been like this when she'd pushed it inside! Her body strained to get it out, her pucker stretching to the limit to release it. Not only would this be big in the physical sense, but in the neurological.

With a giant push, grunting as she did it, the oversized material audibly popped out of her ass, nearly knocking all the other out of her way. Yuffie mewled in ecstasy, her body trembling under the combined pleasure of her fingers and ass working together. She watched as a spray of fluids came soaring from her cunt, splattering and coating very last material in dewy arousal. It last but a few seconds yet felt like a small lifetime.

When it was all done, her breath labored but growing even, Yuffie took found of all the materia she had. They were all there, down to the last one, covered in a mixture of her own natural lubricants and juices. She slowly fastened herself backup, pushing all the materia into bags, and proceeded to hurriedly run off. There was a wobble in her step, one the eager thief be eager to attempt getting again, should the future allow it.

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Chapter 21: Sep. 2018 - Story #3: Uraraka x Deku (BnHA)

Summary:

After a bit of preparation and exploring of her own sexuality, Uraraka is finally ready to take her lover to bed.

Contains: F/M, Oral, Vaginal

Uraraka could barely believe it was finally happening. The day she had waited for, the one she had longed for, it was here. It had all been a blur, the last hour or so, but she had managed to get her Deku into bed. She had undressed in front of him, shown off her body, and to great effect.

Her sweetheart was bashfully aroused, trying to hide it at first out of instinct. However, her prying eyes and words won him over. She had practiced for this, after all, and not just what to say when she got here. Uraraka kneeled right down in front, smiling as she grabbed hold of his cock. Deku was just as endowed as she had hoped, a good handful and warm to the touch.

He gasped at the sensation of her fingers wrapping around him, shuddering as her lips kissed his tip. How had he been so blind to how much Uraraka wanted this from him? It was a bit shameful how bad he still was at realizing things. Her hot mouth began to envelop him, and he could barely keep his composure.

Not to say it was easy for his girlfriend. Uraraka could hardly believe how big he was; it seemed even bigger than it looked! Her practicing seemed to have little meaning when she finally had his manhood in her mouth. She did her best, though, bobbing and sucking as best she could. It would be the perfect way to start things, she thought. And she was right, Deku seemed more aroused by the second, his hand soon resting on her head and helping with her motions.

She didn't need to guess that he was holding back. All those muscles of his were tense and restrained. Even as she fellated, slurping loudly and dripping spit from her lips, he didn't go any further. Clearly, it would take more than a blowjob to truly light his fires. With a smack of her lips, she pulled off of him, trailing saliva and fluids. Uraraka quickly and smoothly removed her clothing, exposing her plush body and nethers to his gaze.

Her cheeks blushed as she laid down on the bed, spreading her legs in invitation. She'd prepared for this, for a long time at that, but she couldn't help but be shy as he climbed into bed with her. Deku seemed to finally be giving in to his desires as his fingers probed her wet, tender sex. He spread her wide, gazing at her and exploring like a curious child. It seemed the warmth and wetness were temptation enough as he prepared to be her first.

Uraraka could see the wild desire in his eyes. but couldn't see what was coming. In a moment of passion, Deku lifted her legs back towards her head. Her rump was sticking out, nethers at the perfect angle. He got onto his knees and began to enter inside her. She was stuck in the perfect sort of press, his body pinning her as he slowly thrust deep inside. His cock felt even bigger than before, so stiff and warm, too!

She was gritting her teeth in delight from minute one as his hips came smacking down against her. Deku thrusted quick and fast, the rhythm combining with the pleasure to become almost hypnotic. This was such a shameful pose to be in, yet she loved it! Uraraka could feel him getting so deep, so far inside that it made her shudder. Every thrust elicited a moan, her nerves firing in delight. If it hadn't been for all her practice, and the help from a certain pink girl, there would have been no way to withstand all this. It was as if all that pent-up passion they'd felt over all this time was unleashed all at once.

The room soon echoed with their lovemaking. They both grunted and moaned, the slapping of their bodies joining in as their speed increased. Deku was like a man possessed, going hard and rough, making his girlfriend gasp with every thrust. His mind could barely manage a coherent thought; all he knew was that he needed to give her what she wanted, and to surrender to his own desires.

Time seemed to fly past, yet stand still. It honestly had little meaning in the midst of their passion. They aimed to sate their needs, speeding up even as the inevitable finish approached. Uraraka had her legs wrapped around Deku's back, making sure he finished in only one place. As it came, he became slower, trying to fight his release if only to have a few more seconds.

However, even he couldn't stop it, and with a low groan hilted inside her. A massive flow of seed began to fill the small girl, the warmth overwhelming her senses. It covered every inch, the sheer volume too much for her to contain. Her toes curled as her own climax came, along with a few spurts of cum erupting from around Deku's cock. She couldn't hold it all, it was coming squirting out from around her stuffed hole. They held that position for what felt like minutes, until they were both satisfied.

Uraraka was panting for air, kissing her cute boyfriend even as cum rolled out of her overfilled canal. Her butt had lines of spunk running down it, and neither wanted to leave the others embrace. Tired and exhausted, they slowly pulled apart. Large wads of spunk came oozing out as his cock came free, pooling between Uraraka legs as they came falling back to the sheets. They kissed and embraced, cuddling until drifting off to sleep.

This would be a wonderful start to a new chapter in their lives. No doubt the days to come would bring more ‘encounters’.

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Chapter 22: Sep. 2018 - Story #4: Cinnamon (MegaMan: Command Mission)

Summary:

Caught in a Maverick attack, you awake in a strange hospital, a cute nurse by your side. A reploid, she seems curious about human physiology and seems equally eager to learn a thing or two.

Contains: F/M, Handjob, 2nd Person

You awoke slowly, groggy as your mind tried to catch up with things. The last thing you remember was being at home, relaxing at your computer… and then a Maverick attack had happened. Something had fallen on you, which is where it all went black. Nearly shooting from bed, you could barely understand where you were until an, admittedly cute, reploid nurse came by to comfort you.

“No need to be alarmed,” she said calmly as she grasped your hand. “You're perfectly fine and safe. Luckily, you weren't badly hurt, but we brought you in to be safe. I'm Cinnamon, your nurse for the next few hours while we run some checks on you.”

You thanked her, a bit ashamed of your small panic. It seemed everything was okay, and all would turn out fine, but something seemed off. Was it hot in here, or was this just a result of the injury? As the nurse's hand ran up your thigh, you realized just what was causing it. Under the blanket that covered you stood a large bulge, which tented the sheets in an unignorable way.

“Seems that your little head injury is having a strange effect. My data banks are filled with both human and reploid physiology information, but I've never seen one in person… perhaps you are having a strange reaction to stress?”

Cinnamon rolled the blanket away, pulling down your clothing and opening your buttoned shirt to fully expose you. Your manhood was standing hard and strong, as if possessed by some alien force. It confounded you; this certainly wasn't a conscious decision nor was it a reaction to Cinnamon. As cute as she was, you had only just met her, and you worried that this would make her judge you harshly.

She must have seen the worry in your eyes, chuckling at his bashful reaction. “Don’t worry yourself. You've been like this for quite a while, actually. I figured since you're awake, we could…  take care of it?”

It seemed the meaning of her words failed to reach home. Even as she told you what was to come, it still surprised you when she began to wrap her fingers around it. Cinnamon was oddly warm to the touch, her mechanic digits squeezing perfectly tight around him. You gasped as she playfully pumped her hand along your length, giggling at your reactions. She seemed to be enjoying this, perhaps a bit too much. Her pattern changed about, fast pumps, slow pumps, and even some odd rhythms got involved.

Before you knew it, you were oozing precum across her robotic fingers. It trickled all over, making her digits shine in the light. Wet sounds began to fill the room, your slickened flesh rolling under her hands as Cinnamon continued to jerk. You were stuck here, immobile under her wondrous motions, and she couldn't have had more fun.

“How does it feel? I’m curious to know this all firsthand, and your reactions tell me so much already!” She spoke in a hushed, excited voice. It was almost doting, as her other hand was rubbing your arm affectionately. “If you feel like you need to go, don't hold back. I want to see what it's like.~”

Cinnamon switched things up. Her hand that had been so tenderly touching your arm took over the vigorous pumping, and her other gingerly caressing your jewels. The metallic fingers couldn't have felt any better. They gripped perfectly, mechanically precise in their motions. Your now aching orbs were lovingly squeezed and kneaded, making you squirm in your bed. She had you restless, on the edge of begging for more, yet oddly at ease. You knew you could lean back and do nothing and have all your worries taken care of.

And taken care of they would be. It felt like all the stress of the the recent events was focused, knotting up inside you. Your body ached for release, to the point that your toes were curled and trembling. You were growing weak, unable to resist. The end was coming and you knew it all too well.

“Oh my, is it about to happen? Please, don't hold back, I want to see it! Professional curiosity I assure you…”

It sounded as if even Cinnamon was doubting her own excuse now. Her eyes watched with such intent as she stroked you to climax, she watched as your hips buckled against her grip, and all the while the nurse was dotingly massaging your aching orbs. She gasped as your cock twitched and began to erupt. Thick ropes of spunk fired off, smattering across your abdomen. It pooled and rolled down your skin, hot to the touch. You couldn't believe the pleasure this reploid had given you, even as she squeezed every drop you had to give.

By the time it ended, after the longest ten seconds you'd ever felt, you were as content as could be. Your stomach and groin were covered in cum, and you could care less about the mess. Especially so as Cinnamon began to lick it off you. She dutifully cleaned you, humming as her sensors processed it all. It seemed she was enjoying it just as much. When you were as clean as could be, the reploid rested her hands on your arm and gazed at you.

“That was a wondrous experience… but I hear that human men can do quite a few things with this thing,” Cinnamon whispered sweetly. “Perhaps you can show me more later. For purely professional reasons, I assure you.”

Professional or not, you wouldn't dare say no to her. Cinnamon could conduct all the tests she wanted, for all you cared.

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Chapter 23: Sep. 2018 - Story #5: Tana x Hector (FE: Heroes)

Summary:

A womanizer, whether he intends it or not, a man like Hector finds all sorts of interested women. Whether or not he makes good on that interest depends on if he finds himself in the need for some fun as well.

Contains: F/M, Vaginal, Armpit Focus

The sun beat down on him, his umbrella shading his eyes as he lounged about. Hector was enjoying his summer, laid back on the beach atop his towel. Of course, Armads was with him, the tempered axe soaking in the sun on a towel of its own. Nothing could be better, especially as a young, spry woman came waltzing over to him and stared down over top.

“Hector, are you just going to romance your axe, or would you care for some ‘adventure’ in some ruins with a hottie like me?”

It wasn't surprising that a suave, muscular man like Hector was the attention of many women's eyes. Above him stood Tana, as energetic and pretty as could be. Her offer was tempting, more than he could stand. He had perhaps too straight laced at times, too dutiful to indulge in his own desires, and if Tana was offering who was he to refuse?

Dragging him to his feet and leading by the hand, they ran along the beach until they found said ruins that Tana had been so excited about. There was a danger about them, and a danger about what they were both thinking. Hector boasted of his daring adventures as they walked inside, the foes he'd vanquished, all in the hope of getting her riled up. The idea of being in the protection of a big, strong hero should be plenty enticing.

And it certainly was.

Tana, her tight swimsuit now wet with more than just water from the beach, spun about. She couldn't stand letting a hunk like Hector go unkissed. Her lips met his, tongue pushing between them, before he could even react. It wasn't exactly a pretty place, nor a romantic one, but the air itself seemed on fire with their arousal. The danger was what got them going, who knew what could be lurking in places like these, who could come walking around, it was so risky they couldn't stand it.

Even as their scandalous kissing continued, their hands slid deep into each others swimwear. Their fingers groped and grabbed until they found the perfect spot. In this case, that was their nethers. Tana hastily jerked Hector to full mast, her own bits growing wetter by the second as his large digits slipped inside. It didn't take much longer for them to properly act of their lust.

Hector bent her over and pushed her up against the wall. With a single thumb, he pulled aside the bottom of her bikini and got a good look at what was to come. Her pussy glistened like the morning sea, inviting him to ‘pry’ further. His manhood came out, brushing roughly against her eager hole, before plowing deep inside. Tana cried out in glee, feeling his massive cock stuff her to the very brim.

All those amazing muscles of his flexed and bristled as he pounded away. Her perky rump bounced as his weight came slamming into her, her squeals and gasps joining just moments later. It was such a feverish pace he took, that both of them wouldn't last more than a few minutes. He gave her some playful slaps across her cheeks as he got close, helping Tana get ever closer.

When it came, he tightened up and grunted, unloading deep inside her. The heat and texture of it had her joining it, her legs trembling and struggling to hold up her weight as she climaxed. Large wads of cum came oozing out of her stuffed hole, running down her smooth legs and leaving trails behind them. It was to be expected of Hector, the absolute unit of a man, to be so virile.

And he wasn't finished yet; he was no one-shot wonder.

Hector was only halfway finished. Tana was grabbed by the waist and spun about. His hands grasped her perky rump and hoisted her up against the wall as he pushed himself back inside for a second go. Loud squelches echoed through the area as his prick thrusted into her messy hole, forcing more cum out of her with each motion.

At this height, she was perfect to appreciate in other ways. He hastily pulled away her top and locked his lips around her sensitive breast. The taste and scent of the ocean water was all over her, an oddly maddening sensation that drove him to seek it further. Hector licked her tender flesh, seeking the salt wherever he could. His search for the best places led him up her body and under her arm.

The silky, smooth, taut skin of her pit was his point of end. He kissed and sucked at the slender, erogenous curves, the salt serving to heighten the already amazing experience he was having. With his face buried in her pit, Hector continued to go at it, relishing the moments that his thrusts forced moans from her mouth. It had been worth the time coming out to these beachside ruins,  following and watching Tana's hips sway about and taunt him.

He hadn't truly let loose since coming here, and finally he would be. Still loving those smooth curves of her underarm, Hector grunted and buried himself deep. His tensions began to unwind and the last of his seed unloaded. Tana quivered in his arms, his hot breath against her skin as his seed filled her once again. She felt it stuffing her, dripping out of her. It was everything she'd wanted, and more; this man seemed to be full of spirit.

As their second climax came to an end, their libidos were finally and fully sated. Hector let his lover down, her legs a mess as she tried to keep her balance. He had perhaps been a bit too much for her, she'd be feeling it all the rest of the day. She'd have gone for more, too, if she could, but it was only a matter of time before people came looking.

With a few smart remarks from the axe-wielding hero, and a giggle from the maiden, they began their trek back. Albeit with a wobble in her step and a mess of gooey white fluid still leaking from her privates.

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Chapter 24: Nov. 2018 - Story #1: Alphonse/Veronica (FE:H)

Summary:

Veronica, newly summoned but yet not quite herself, gives herself to Alphonse in pay for the things her ‘other self’ has done in the past and things take a turn as Alphonse thinks things over.

Contains: F/M, Anal, Rough Sex, Bondage

Her body fought the bindings, if only out of reflex. Veronica, bound, tight to the point that her skin was being pinched, and gagged, so that she could not make a sound beyond muffled whimpers and moans, was at the mercy of her master. She had volunteered for this, given herself up as a peace offering, to atone for what she had done to Alphonse and his ilk. The young Askrian, though mild mannered most any time of the year, had gladly taken her to her word. His mind had been a swarming torrent ever since the Emblians had begun their campaign against his peace-loving people, and while she wasn’t the ‘true’ Veronica, merely an image of her deeds given form, thought, and memories, he could not help himself.

“You’re mine, Veronica… I’ll exact on you what you’ve exacted on my people… a proper, raw fucking…”

He had stripped away her clothing, her willing body accepting his encroachment without hesitation, tied her up and forced her face down into his bed. Alphonse pressed his cock, throbbing madly at the sight of her prone, nude form, right against her quivering butthole. His manhood pushed in, making her groan in pain as his dry cock spread her virgin hole. She had never taken anything in there, nevermind something so big! Tears welled up in her eyes as the strain got to her, his member cramming every inch straight into her colon.

Veronica didn’t fight it, this was her choice and her punishment for ‘her’ wrongdoings. If anything, beyond the pain, there was a sense of satisfaction, perhaps even pleasure. Despite the tears rolling down her eyes as he began to thrust into her sore ass, she felt a small sense of happiness, if only because she could make good against her other self’s unfortunate actions. Small, muffled moans escaped her, her body instinctively aroused by the stiff cock inside her rump.

“What a hopeless slut you are,” he said with a scowl, determined to make her repent her past actions.

Alphonse began to smack her cheeks, hard, as he was no doubt a bit miffed at her apparent enjoyment of what was supposed to be punishment. Large, red marks were left behind as he bullied her butt, the sounds of their skin colliding and her sounds addicting. He couldn’t believe how good this felt, her asshole clenching with every slap, her hot bowels now a proper sheath for his ‘sword’.

But, as time passed, his gaze met hers. Those teary eyes, her sniffles, her utter look of defeat, it tugged at his heart. He finally realized it in her heart, not just his mind, that this wasn’t the person who had attacked his people. She bore her memory and appearance, that much was true, but the real Veronica would not be so remorseful. Alphonse was taking his emotions out on the wrong person; that very fact tugged at his heart and he couldn’t bear to keep going.

He slowed and stopped, pulling out of her now-gaping rump so that he could turn her about. She saw the look in his eyes, the present pain of what he had done and the old pain of what he had weathered. It was blatantly apparent to them both that they had more in common than they had thought. Alphonse pulled the gag from her mouth, his lips pressing tight against hers. Now, all he felt was a deep, deep kinship and a desire of his own to make amends.

“A-Alphonse… is this…?”

He chuckled, approaching her eager butthole once again. “Just enjoy it, we both have our regrets. Why dwell on them?”

With his hands pressing down on either side of her head, her legs spread wide, Alphonse became a missionary of peace. His manhood returned to its destined home, in the tight, warm, butthole that he had so rudely mistreated earlier. This time it was different, though. He was gentle and passionate, gentle in his expedition into the depths of her bowels. She, likewise, accepted him without trouble, Veronica’s ass was filled to the very brim.

As he resumed his thrusting, with the soft pats of their bodies touching, he knew he had made the right choice. Veronica, this Veronica , was gentle, if perhaps a bit crass at time, but was truly a changed person. He felt so connected, beyond just the literal sense. Even if they had once been enemies, they had only simply done what they thought was best for their people. And, as the seconds passed, her grew closer and closer.

Alphonse arched over top of his lover, lips embracing once again. Their damp, heavy breath brushed against one another, their tongues and spit working their way across that small space between them. All the while, his dick was burrowed deep into her rectum, rhythmically fucking her anus. It was a good thing no one would walk in on them, they wouldn’t believe the sight.

The heavy, hot loving of once-arch enemies would be a scene for the ages, as would be their climax. Faster and faster, the Askrian fucked his newfound friend’s asshole, loving every second of it. From the hot, wet depths, to the tight ring that pulled and pushed along with him, it was heaven. He could hardly think, the only thing he cared about was this small space, the lust he had for this petite, white haired woman and how much he wanted to come inside her.

Only a minute later, he would do just that. Grunting, at the edge of his endurance, he buried himself deep. His nostrils flared, his breath growing troubled as his body overflowed with bliss. Princely cum came careening out and deep into her colon. Hot, thick, and more than plentiful, Veronica could hardly catch a break from the pleasure she was feeling. It went so deep, filling her very core, that she felt a climax of her own coming. Her eyes rolled back slightly, muscles going slack under the ecstasy of it all.

Their embrace would sadly not be a permanent one. Even with all his endurance and strength, Alphonse had his limits, and his load was spent. He slowly pulled out of his lover, his cum-slickened cock making a long, lewd sound as it exited. A stream of sperm followed him, pooling and staining the sheets under her, as his tired body fell into the bed next to her. This had been an unexpected, but not unwelcome, ending to this encounter.

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Chapter 25: Nov. 2018 - Story #2: Isabelle (Animal Crossing)

Summary:

You find out that your secretary has been packing some very interesting heat, and not telling you about it.

Contains: F/M, Futa (Horse wang variety), 2nd Person

Isabelle blushed a deep red. She couldn't believe what was happening. One moment she was talking with the mayor and the next she's spread across the desk, showing off her body. The cute canine girl wouldn't be as nervous as she was, with her handsome mayor looking over her, if it weren't for what she had. It wasn't the fur or the dog traits, but the large, throbbing, flared, equine cock that hung from her groin and the swollen orbs that sat below it.

“M-Mr. Mayor, please don't look so closely,” she stuttered, unable to cover up her mismatched rod. “Are you sure we should do this…?”

You were the lucky mayor, leering down at that stiff, horse dick of hers. Her breasts were laid bare, her smooth belly exposed, her nethers just waiting for you to make your move. And make it you would. Isabelle peeped as your hand grabbed her shaft, your own member pressing against her tight rump as if hungry for a sampling of what was to come. She grit her teeth, huffing as you took a series of small, quick thrusts to break her natural resistance. The secretaries back door gave way, your thick prick invading her small, tight butthole without any hesitation.

Your dedicated assistant was proving herself to be all the more valuable in this moment. Her hot walls pulsed around your manhood, her body gripping you tight. It was tough not to finish right then and there, as you wanted to fully experience what Isabelle had to offer. You wrapped your fingers tighter around her cock, stroking rhythmically as you began to thrust into her, and you were barely able to fit it all in one hand, too. This was so unexpected, so fun. The fact she was bigger than you by almost twofold only made you more excited.

Part of you wondered what it would taste like, if you could even wrap your lips around it, were you to torture your secretary more, but given the difference in height it would be tough to pull off right now. You simply returned to your efforts of giving her the proper reward of a job well done: a good, hard session of anal. Her flared tip was soon oozing precum all over, her body bouncing under the swift thrusts you were giving her. Isabelle's petit frame was a wonderful sight to see under such force, her soft moans the cherry on the top of the proverbial sundae.

She suddenly let out a whimper as a particularly well aimed motion caused a spurt of pre to come launching out of her cock and splatter her face. Isabella huffed, eyes going glassy as the scent and touch of such sticky fluid filled her senses.

“Mr. M-Mayor… I don't know how long I can hold out.”

It was pretty evident that she couldn't as the minutes passed, after all the hot, steamy love-making you had been giving her tender asshole. Her tip was like a fountain, your own cock aching for release as well. You wouldn't last much longer either, and thus doubt led your efforts to make the finish as messy as possible. Isabelle's eyes went wide as you pushed her large, thick shaft downwards. aiming that special head right at her face. She could tell what was coming, but she would never be truly prepared as you made your move to finish.

Unable to hold back, you pushed balls-deep into her anus and began to unload. Pleasure filled your mind, your eyes watching as your secretary’s cheeks grew even brighter now that a fresh load of seed was deep in her bowels. That wasn't your only treat, as your sexual high reached its apex, Isabelle's orgasm began to run its course.

You watched in awe as those large jewels of hers pull tight to her base, her whole shaft twitching as she squirted strand after sticky strand of cum across her own face. Isabelle's moaned weakly, unable to do much that take it all in as the steamy, thick batch of spunk made an intricate pattern on her skin. It seemed to go on forever, the size if her reserves matching the tool she sported, but even it had its limits. By the time it ended though, with a sizable trail leading from the tip of her cock to her now-creamy chin, she had been thoroughly covered.

Your eyes could still see her soft features under that curtain of cum, but she was as glazed as she was drunk on this ecstasy she had been feeling. You had almost forgotten about yourself while watching that whole ordeal, your cock going soft inside her rump as you pumped the last few wads from her length

“D… D-don't be telling everyone,” she said, sounding delirious. “It… it'll ruin the fun for next time we do this…”

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Chapter 26: Nov. 2018 - Story #3: Fran/Balthier (FFXII)

Summary:

To say these two had a history would be to put it lightly, and with history comes plenty of reason for experimentation during intimate moments.

Contains: F/M, Vaginal, Anal (Pegging)

“I knew you were a fan of roleplaying, but to think you would take in-flight fun this far, Balthier,” Fran murmured as she bent him over the cockpit console.

“You should know I'm a fan of cute uniforms, and of beautiful women,” he answered wryly as the tip of the dildo began to slide into him. “Why not have both?”

Decked out in a uniform to match the many teller and ticket ladies of the ports in local cities, Fran was a beauty, as he had said. Her slim body wore it perfectly, her quiet personality adding all the more to this sensual combination. It certainly helped that she didn't shy away from giving a good pegging, either. Balthier was thankful, especially as she crammed the whole length of the dildo up his ass.

He groaned as she began to thrust into him, a solid six inches gliding in and out of hid stretched hole. She was as firm and methodical as she was gentle, soon reaching a rather comfortable pace that had him wishing for more. The tall Viera ‘attendant’ really was giving some quality service, Balthier soon groaning as she smacked against his prostate over and over. Fran took this seriously, though was of course thrilled to see his cock throbbing angrily, spurred to invest a bit more to her role.

“Does the inspection of the emergency exit please you, Captain?

“Q-quite so,” he responded with a stifled chuckle. “Really working those kinks out!”

No sooner had he spoke, right on the cusp of a delightful finish, a wave a wind brushed the side of the ship. It creaked and briefly shook, uprooting their feet if but for a moment. Without a word, they both agreed that such strong drafts would make this a bit too dangerous to continue as is for their liking. Fran removed the toy from the belt around her waist, keeping the dildo firmly situated inside Balthier as he sat in the captain's chair. He watched with delight as she slid her panties down from under the skirt, her long legs straddling him as she sat right in his lap.

“Turbulence, captain… we'll have to stay seated until it subsides.”

“Oh, quite a shame, but it's a good thing I have such a helpful stewardess to keep me company, eh?”

“Lucky you, indeed.”

Their lips met as Fran slipped his member inside her wet hole. He was so stiff and hot that she could feel the core of her body heating up. Her captain's hands ran along her thighs, sliding up and around her waist, a firm squeeze of her buttocks marking the end of their little journey. Balthier used her tight, rounded rump as leverage, both lifting and thrusting in tandem to get the most out of the moment. Fran gasped occasionally as pleasure shot up through her body; her hole was stuffed so thoroughly! She couldn't help herself, her instincts took over and she forced her captain into a long kiss as he hurriedly rushed for that messy finish.

That toy was still firmly wedged in his ass, still rubbing and pressing on his sensitive button as his body moved. The Viera, likewise, was already driven to her more animalistic side, suddenly craving more and more. It was unlike Fran, who was normally so soft and quiet. For Balthier, that's what made it so good. He loved this side of her, though any side for that matter, but the best was still to come.

They were soon tired, growing slow and weak in their motions. The captain could hold on no longer, and neither could his dutiful attendant.

“Seems I need to land for refueling,” he said with a soft chuckle.

She smiled. “Seems so… land that plan in my hanger, won’t you?~”

He knew what the innuendo meant. They were the words he had been waiting for. With little time to waste, Balthier thrust deep into his bunny-like friend and began to let loose. Fran's body quivered as she too came to climax, her womb quickly filled with steamy, hot cum.  She brought him in for one last kiss as they reached their peaks, the full load shooting up inside her. They were flying high, literally and figuratively, and soon cam drifting back down to reality.

Balthier slowly went soft, slipping from his lover's hole. A couple thick wads dripped out onto his member, the rest of his batter stuck deep inside her. It was a good thing he had the ship on autopilot, he could barely muster the strength to stand, that that he wanted to. This was a fine position to rest in, after all. With a tall, wonderful woman in his lap and a large dildo still fastened deep inside him, he didn't need to move; it felt too good as is.

Chapter 27: Dec. 2018 - Story #1: Bimbo Selena (FE: Heroes)

Summary:

With the help of his fellow tactician, Robin, Kiran has a potion that he's been told will have 'interesting' effects. With the promise of making her even more beautiful, Selena is eager to be the first to test it, and Kiran is eager to reap the rewards.

Contains: F/M, Bimbo, Oral

He had promised her that it would be a useful brew. That the strange, pink potion would help her feel like a whole new person after a long, stressful week. Selena trusted Kiran's judgement, despite the dubious answer she had gotten regarding its origins and downed it without much thought. The inevitable, ensuing heat that flooded her body, with the changes it would undergo, gave away her beloved Summoner's intentions.

Not that she would care, not with her cares whisked away as her mind fell to a somewhat baser state of being.

With everything said and done, Kiran having watched it all from start to finish, he was eager to test things out. He had seen her body change and swell in all the right spots. Her rump had nearly doubled, from tight and perky to round and jiggly; her chest likewise, had gone from modest to practically bursting from her clothing. Selene's lips seemed lush and wet, her hair tipped with pretty, pink highlights.

Robin had promised results, and boy did the potion deliver.

“Well, I certainly do feel better, Kiran,” she murmured, unphased by her changes. “However, it didn't solve one thing: my thirst. I need some hot cum, so get that thick cock right in my mouth.”

Everything had gone from zero to sixty in just a few minutes! One second, he was being harassed in his own room for help, to which he tricked her into drinking the potion, and now here she was climbing into his bed and presenting herself so readily before him. Kiran was awestruck, really, to the point that even Selena was getting a tad frustrated.

“Come on, dummy! Just, like, shove it right in here!”

Selena grabbed his attention perfectly as she laid down on her back. Her head was right at the edge of the bed, tilted back to accentuate her soft neck. She opened her mouth, strands of spit bridging back and forth, steam practically rising out from her warm, eager throat. He wasn't sure if that last part was real or imagination, but in either case he was more than ready. Kiran practically ripped his pants straight off, his underwear flying off, behind him as his stiff member was brought to bear on the willing woman.

“Now we're talking... go to town, stud.~”

He wouldn't need to be told another time. Stepping up to bat, he grabbed hold of her busty bosom and lined up his stance. With the best grip around, fingers squeezing tight through her clothes, he was sure to be in for a good time. Kiran, all doubts washed away, began to push down deep into Selena and was loving every second of it.

She was as tight as expected and it took all his self-control to not just thrust away like a madman. It wouldn't matter too much, as within seconds he had somehow hilted deep, down in her throat. Her esophagus bulged where his manhood laid, his balls pressing on her nose as he pushed as hard a she could. All for good measure, of course. If Robin was to be believed, Kiran would have the run of the show.

A first, given Selena's personality, and would need a bit of testing. Before he would start the main course, he needed a second appetizer. Kiran, in a feat of surprising strength, pulled her vest open and let those glorious breasts breathe. Had they gotten any bigger, they surely would have done the job themselves. Kiran could practically hide his own member between those soft mamarries; even Camilla would be hard pressed to beat out this new Selena!

His desire and lust had grown to unmanageable levels, it wasn't much longer before he began to move. Kiran thrust quickly, firmly, deep down into Selena's gullet. Her saliva worked as a perfect lubricant, ensuring his motions were smooth from tip to base. True once more to what Robin had told him, it seemed that no matter how rough he got, Selena didn't budge one bit. If anything, she seemed enthralled by being used in such a way. He could practically feel the purring in her throat, the reverberations playing well with his sensitive shaft.

And, of course, the Summoner didn't fail to multitask in his endeavor. He continued to knead and squeeze the chest he used as leverage, feeling it all roll about in his palms. Already he was making plans to ask for the recipe; it opened so many doors to explore! Kiran was so enthused and engrossed in his own thoughts that the rising pressure in his loins escaped him. It was only once he was on the very verge of bursting that he realized how far it had all gone.

Spit rolled down Selena's face, her makeup running and smearing about. She was almost delirious, her new body far more sensitive than she had imagined. Even a rough face-fucking was satisfying her this itch, provided she got that hot load she had asked for. Kiran, being most gentlemanly, had not forgotten, though perhaps had been distracted until now.

As his groin begged for release one, final time, he hilted hard inside her warm, wet maw. He felt it all come surging out, his body clenching tight as he was drained of every drop he could muster. Kiran heard her groan and sputter, her stomach injected with a fresh batch of cum to the point that it could barely contain it all. It surged back up, spurting out from the tight seal her lips were making around his cock, a few strands blowing out from her nostrils as she was given a proper, all-encompassing moneyshot.

Kiran held his place until his spasms had subsided. He gradually pulled out, wads of spunk spilling from her overfilled mouth as he escaped her tight grasp. Her face was stained with sperm, despite a facial never once being their intentions; her mouth was a hot, steamy mess with strings of seed bridging all about as she gasped for breath.

“What a hunk, I should take you to bed everyday” Selena murmured gleefully, groggily swallowing down all she could. “I can't seem to remember what I had planned for today… not that it matters, not when my ass is hungering for a nice, fat cock. You think you can help me out?~”

Kiran nodded without hesitation. He would happily offer all his stamina while the potion still lasted. Hours of prime, slutty Selena action awaited him, and he would be a fool to ignore the offer.

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Chapter 28: Dec. 2018 - Story #2: Cremia (LoZ: MM)

Summary:

Staying so busy with caring for the farm has its good and bad sides. Cremia loves her work, but sometimes forgets rather important tasks. She may have milked the cows on this day, but she forgot to milk herself.

Contains: Solo Female, Lactation, Anal Masturbation

It was so nice to see Romani find a friend. Cremia couldn't help but feel happy that her sister could pass these days, playing pretend with her new pal. She wouldn't have to worry about her sibling, off playing just outside the barn, while she took care of the cows. Romani always warned her about the lights in the sky, coming to take the animals, but that was just childish imagination.

Cremia had to worry about more important things. Caring for the livestock, running the milk to town, paying down debts, taking care of her dear sister, everything imaginable. However, sometimes she had to do even more important things than any of those. Today, she had been simply lounging about when something familiar began to unfold. She enjoyed her rest after tending the animals, and with Romani out playing, she had thought she'd had all the time she needed for it. Instead, a dewy, wet sensation under her shirt roused her from her slumber.

She eased her blouse up, pulling it out from under her farmwear to see just what was happening. Spying the problem, she felt so foolish as to fail to take care of her own needs, as was usually part of her daily routine. Put simply, her supple, large breasts were leaking. Drips of milk welled up from her nipples, running down the curves of her body as the weight grew too great. Heavens, Cremia suddenly felt so… full, so achy.

Her hands traced over the curve of her bosom, fingers grazing past her sore nipples. Even just a small touch made her gasp, pleasure running through her chest. A simple squeeze coaxed out dribbles of milk, the tasty white fluid running down her fingers and belly. Cremia felt a throb in her body, heat filling her as she continued to play and pleasure herself. She pulled her teats harder and harder, moaning in delight as streams of milk began arcing out from her glands.

How could she have been so foolish? She was supposed to milk herself after milking the cows. Now, with such privacy, an honest act was turning so horribly lewd! Cremia couldn't stand it, she had to take action to end this terrible ache she was now feeling. With her mind made up, her sister out of the way, and a dire need, the young woman got to work.

Cremia first started with the basics: emptying her milk-tank. She was lucky to have an unused tank by the door, hurriedly grabbing it and pulling it over. There was no way she could compete with her beloved cows, but she felt like trying. Hands wrapped around her areola, trembling in anticipation, she squeezed and pulled like she would on those cows. A moan escaped her lips as streams of cloudy goodness came flying out and into the metal receptacle.

The pattering and splashing sounds it made as it hit the bottom was music to her years. To think, she was doing such a shameless act while her sister played just outside! She wished a brave, strong man would come in and take the reins, but Cremia could only get so lucky. It wouldn't be long before her glands got low, each squeeze bringing less and less. All that pleasure she had felt slowly dissipated, though she wouldn't let it end with but a simple cup of fresh, breast milk in a metal tank!

Her breasts were large and pliable, Cremia knew from her private experimentation. She lifted one and easily brought the tip of her nipple to her lips; she latched on without a moment of hesitation. Just the taste of whatever milk was on the surface of her skin was amazing! The farmgirl squeezed once again, spraying her own milk down her tongue. Loudly, she gulped it down, the warm liquid doing her throat wonders after a long day in the dry, summer heat.

Yet, she didn't stop there. Her other hand crept down the back of her pants, working under the fabric to find a spot she was suddenly craving. In an act of complete lust and debasement, Cremia began to tease and play with her butthole, tracing around and prodding her ring with a lustful abandon. It didn't take much, in her state, to break down the natural resistance it offered up, quickly shoving a trio of digits right inside. She had recently taken an interest in this forbidden hole, simply doing what she was doing now gave her such a thrill!

Cremia thrusted her fingers in and out, spreading and prying as she went. She even swapped breasts, having sufficiently drained the one completely. Now, second tit in hand, knuckles deep in her butt, the simple farmer had found the perfect place. Her nerves felt alive, on fire with ecstasy! The tension in her body was gone, leaving nothing but lust-filled pressure behind. It was building, too, rising within her with every knead and push she had.

Minutes passed, and she was at her wits end. Her milk had run dry, yet she continued to suck and squeeze, as if she had never noticed. Her butt felt sore, but full in the best of ways. Her mind was frayed, unable to contain it all, and so she did the only thing she could. Cremia had one of the best orgasms she had ever had.

Her breast slipped from her lips, arms stretching far back as her muscles tightened up. One last spurt of milk from both breasts signaled the finality of the moment, spraying across the floor as she groaned in delight. Cremia still had her fingers deep inside, almost threatening to push the whole hand in, at this point. She was a drooling mess, slow to come down from her sexual high, but quick to blush at the display she had just put on.

She would do her best to hide the evidence, her sister often proved to be too curious for her own good, but couldn't help but think of what to do next time. In a week, she would need emptying again, and perhaps Cremia would try something new, again. There was plenty of time, so long as her sister remained distracted and out of earshot.

Chapter 29: Dec. 2018 - Story #3: Medea (Fate)

Summary:

In the midst of the lack of certain Christmas themed Caster, Medea has dressed up for you and is offering an extra-special gift in place of a special summon banner.

Contains: F/M, 2nd Person, Present Tense, Vaginal, Creampie

“I know it's not quite a Santa outfit, Master,” the woman said nervously as she approached. “I do still hope it meets your tastes…”

It wasn't like Medea to be so… romantic. Love didn't come her way often, and when it did she often found herself a bit too squeamish to pursue it. However, that was then and this was now. Now, she was over her past fears and problems and walking right for you. You sat in your chair as your ribbon-wrapped love strode gingerly towards you. She couldn't help but be a tad uneasy, Medea had never taken things this far before! And it certainly didn't help that you were naked and excited, your manhood stood stiff as could be just gazing at her as is.

But, she couldn't keep you waiting. She’s your extra special Christmas gift, wrapped up and ready to be opened. Medea closes the distance and straddles the chair, sitting square in your lap. Her bosom presses into your chest, her blushing cheeks right at eye level, her lips just the perfect distance to kiss. You kiss her, to her surprise, but she doesn't resist. If anything, her inhibitions slowly vanish as you swap spit with your love.

“Master, you're so… forward,” she giggles, reciprocating the kisses with a batch if her own. “It's a strange rush, doing this. Part of me just can't wait…”

She slowly undoes the ribbon around her nethers, exposing her privates to you and you alone. They look as perfect as could be, though you would think that no matter what you saw. Medea's mound was adorned with a tuft of hair, as smooth and graceful as she. Your Servant slowly runs the tender petals of her flower across your shaft, warm fluids dripping all over it. You can barely sit still, your present being torturously slow to enjoy to the degree your body craves. The mage has you around her finger, able to do whatever she wants, but she wants this to be your night and wasted no more time to start the fun.

Medea whimpers softly as she takes you inside her. Your throbbing manhood slides deep into her soft, wetted sex, her body pressing hard against you as she takes you the entire way. Her slender body is as warm inside as it is out, you run your hands up and down her figure to appreciate just how lucky you truly are. It's like a dream come true, becoming less believable by the second as you thrust into her.

Her moans, her gasps, every reaction as angelic as she was. You want to take it further, see what sort of sounds she was capable of. Your hands find their way down to her butt, a petite but firm set of cheeks that could never lose their charm. She feels as perfect as ever, leading you to squeeze and play with her rump. Medea groans as you playfully slap her cheeks, you time it to happen as you thrust up into her.

It seems you were having quite the affect in her. Her muscles twitch and squeeze all around you, her breath ragged even after just a few minutes of motion. She clearly had worked herself up before getting here, and it was having quite the effect. Medea wasn't going to last much longer, neither were you. All the sensations were too good, it took all your concentration just to keep the rhythm going. There was no way to hold back, especially not after hearing the words that were coming from her lips.

“Oh, Master! Please… please fill me with your love! Make this princess your queen, finish in me!”

You clutch her close, gripping her butt as tight as you can as you bottom out inside her. Your head is practically at her womb, so close yet so far. It didn't matter; for a woman like Medea, you were packing so much heat that the gap wouldn't matter one bit. Your queen-to-be is eager and waiting, and your loins are set to burst. Pleasure wells up inside you, seemingly endless seed pumping right up your shaft and into your precious present.

She quivers and moans, her womb positively stuffed with cum within seconds. The hot, sticky fluid pumps into her, stuffing every extra inch it can. It doesn't quite overflow or come squirting out, but the impressive load did leave her stuffed and, no doubt, expecting. That is, if favor favored the two of you.

As your dual orgasms dwindle, she kisses you as passionately as ever. She holds it, even as you go soft and slip from her spunk-stuffed hole. Your batter drips from her, dripping onto your softening shaft, the heat of your combined fluids giving you chills.

“Merry Christmas, Master,” she whispers. “I was your present, and, it seems, you've given me one as well.~”

Chapter 30: Dec. 2018 - Story #4: Euda/Val Bondage (Original)

Summary:

All Val wants is some quite time, some space to rest between his boss' demands and his strenuous job. However, even during afterhours, Euda doesn't stop hounding him and often comes up with strange, unexpected ways to do it.

Contains: F/M, Light Bondage, 'Monster Girl'

The night seemed to go on forever. Val had been hard at work, finishing reports before the end of the year. His boss had told him to get them done a few weeks early, to allow for vacation and time off around the new year. Euda had retired to bed before him, having pulled her own long, tedious shift on the books. They would probably need another day or two of hard work, but the job was almost done.

However, it seemed there wouldn't be anything more finished today. The young lad's eyes drooped low, his vision cloudy as he fought off the mental fatigue he was feeling. He knew better than to stay up, though, and there was no need to risk drowsiness tomorrow when he could just head for bed. Val flipped it all shut, turned off all the devices he had around him, and yawned as he walked off toward his room.

If only sleep was the next thing he would be getting, as it seemed Euda had other plans.

Walking into his room with the hope of finding rest, he instead found twelve feet of coiled snake wrapped up on his bed. His boss, basking in her true, Gorgon form, sat where he had been hoping to sleep. Her body was practically naked, save an almost artistic wrapping of ropes that crossed all across her chest. Val wasn't sure how she had done it all by herself, but that didn't matter much in the long run. Seeing her laid out like this was having an effect, one she was no doubt looking for.

“Don't tell me you're going to get a stiffy and not use it on the bound, helpless woman eagerly waiting on your bed?”

“I wouldn't say helpless,” Val mumbled, stripping away his clothes, knowing resistance was futile. “But I think I will… take advantage of the situation.”

He climbed up to her, making his way over her coiled tail. Val wouldn't lie, he liked what he saw. The young man couldn't contain his instincts, his member was trembling with anticipation. His eyes spied more rope nearby and his lust took control. To Euda's delight, he began to tie his own knots and bindings all along her long body. Soon, her arms were bound, tail held tight where it sat, her whole body made immobile to simple fiber.

“Oh, Val, aren't you getting bold? Better stuff my pussy while you still can, even such tight rope can't hold a Gorgon for long.~”

Val took her words for worth, stepping up to straddle the base of her warm, smooth tail. Right where the curves of her hips transitioned to scales, in the center of her body, was the slit he was so interested in. He couldn't help but compare it to her more… human version. It was similar in shape, perhaps a bit bigger, but oh so much tighter. Her snake-like muscles were stronger than could be described, their sensations a delight to behold. Not only that, Val was getting to hold the reins, as uncommon as that was.

Not waiting a moment longer than needed, he pushed fast and deep into his bound boss. As expected, her grip was amazing, the rippling, pulsing around his manhood making him tremble with delight. He began to thrust with abandon, the soft moans of the horny Gorgon spurring him on. His fingers dug into her hips, his own slapping hard against her rhythmically.

Euda was pleased beyond any doubt. “That's it, Val, fuck my cunt! Be a good boy and lay out your boss.”

Her goading continued as his passion grew. He did all she asked, control slowly slipping back in her favor as she power-bottomed her adorable secretary. The snakes that made up her hair flitted their tongues, following her subconscious to try to land a kiss on Val. Balls-deep in his employer's cooch, his cock steamrolling her just the way she loved it, the young Latino leaned in to make it happen. He could barely reach that far, with this form giving Euda such a different size and shape, but he made it with inches to spare.

Euda cooed, locking lips with him as he hammered away. Her long, thick tongue unfurled into his mouth, showing her dominance once more as it slid down all about. Val couldn't possibly win the wrestling match that was going on inside him. His own tongue was put into submission and the back of his throat was teased by the tip of her own victorious muscle. It threatened to slide down, to further exert itself on him. Something he would have welcomed, given the sudden passion he was feeling.

However, she relented, giving him at least a semblance of control as he continued to rush for that messy, gooey finish. It wouldn't be much longer either. Val's fatigue was translating to the physical as time passed. His thrusts, once quick and deft, were losing speed by the the second. He could barely fight the tension in his loins, the rapidly building pressure threatening to come rushing out. She kept him lip-locked the whole way, unable to utter a single warning, yet telling him all he needed to know at the same time.

When he could no longer hold back, he let out a weak groan and bottomed out inside his beautiful, inhuman boss. Val’s spunk came shooting out, spraying deep into her pussy. Her tight, Gorgon body clamped down on him, pulsing in time with his ejaculations, milking him of all he could offer. Euda loved his muffled, tired sounds as she continued to kiss him, her body reaching the high she so dearly craved as his cum filled her womb to the brim. Muscles fighting the bindings around them, ropes tight as could be, Euda embraced the wonderful orgasm. It was a gift she craved, one she wanted so often that she couldn't help but seek it out, even if her secretary wasn't always the most willing.

Though, with her needs finally sated, and her exhausted employee slipping from her messy slit, she let him free. Saliva dripped from their lips as their long kiss ended, her hair still trying to show their affection as they broke away.

“I think I should tie you up more often,” Val joked, teasing her nethers with a few, daring fingers. “Who knows what wonderful things I could inflict on you?”

Her snakes hissed softly at the bold challenge. “My, my, how courageous of you to say… I won't oppose it on occasion, but if you don't let me out for the rest of tonight, I'll show you just how strong my grip can get.”

Her pride would take no slight, even if done in casual jest. He undid her bindings, whispering his apologies. Euda would always forgive his little jabs, she did truthfully enjoy it, though always paid him back later. Usually running him ragged in bed or forcing him to take extra hours in her office, over her sturdy, durable desk.

And tomorrow, perhaps she would do both.