Been awhile!

 I'm not really looking to write anything long, but I thought I would make a short update to how things have been going. The good news is that I've decided to start back into erotica. The pandemic offered me the chance to take a break, but now I'm just oozing with stories that I want to share with everyone. I hope that they will be received as well as the ones in the past have. 

I aim to have a new story out by the end of the week entitled, "Open Home" which details a goblin girl, who is invited to stay with a college friend while she embarks on an archeological dig. She's surprised to learn that the husband just so happens to be someone she had a sexual encounter with in college - one that she's not been able to get out of her head. 

We'll see where it all goes. 😉

Love you all,

XOXO

-Rainy

Witch Corp #1

I'm super excited about this one! I kept thinking to myself about creating a fantasy world but in modern times. Of course, all the characters are running around fucking one another like some sort of sexual smorgasbord. All sorts of devious goodies is inside this murder-mystery erotica. So far, it seems like a lot of you are already enjoying it. This makes me so happy! ^_^ I'm sorry about the delay in getting this put up for your to enjoy. Like the majority of my covers, here is the NSFW version!

  

Chapter 1 - Abduction

             Misty had been working late.

Her corporate job was incredibly demanding. There were so many expectations on her, she found herself giving more and more to the company and very little to herself. 

             She sighed as she watched the other pedestrians pass her by on the street. There was elf with his face buried into his cell phone, a sprite fluttering across the street before the light turned green, an orc walking his dog, and a few nymphs chatting about the latest fashions. Despite the hustle and bustle, it was night, which is when the darker elements of society wandered the city.

             Misty looked at her watch, it was 8:40 p.m. Shit! I’m going to be late!

             She was supposed to have dinner with her boyfriend, Ralphie, who she had only started dating a few months ago. With a quick flip of her fingers on her cell phone, she was able to pull open an app to summon a vehicle to pick her up. It was Friday, and she knew that getting a car to pick her up was going to be difficult. However, it showed that there was going to be a car available in the next 5 minutes just a couple blocks away, but in order for her to get there on time she’d have to cut through an alley.

             Misty wasn’t worried about the riff raff. This was a fairly crime free area of the city, and besides, no one would mess with her. She worked at Witch Corp.

             She hurried in her high heels and pencil skirt across the street, avoiding the oncoming vehicles as if she had done this several times before. A vehicle who was plenty of distance away still felt annoyed by not waiting for the cross walk to turn and honked at her. Misty flashed him a smile as well as the middle finger before she carried on her way.

             The alley was as dark as alley’s tended to be, with a single overhead florescent burning a spotlight over a metal sidedoor that had no handle to enter. There was a niche off to the side that split from the main alley like a t-section and was shrouded in darkness. It wasn’t that far to the other end. She grabbed her white crystal pendant from her neck and rubbed her fingers over it. It would protect her and had been a special kind of luck charm passed down generation to generation in her family.

             Her high heels clicked on the concrete as she hurriedly made her way to the other end. She was wary of the shadowy niche, as it would be the best place for an assailant to hide. She could feel her hairs raising on the back of her neck and, for a moment, she felt like something was breathing from inside the alcove. As she was about to pass by, she heard a shoe scuff.

             Without hesitation, she traced a glyph in the air and muttered a quick incantation, a spell she had saved up and held in reserve for this very thing. A ball of searing hot plasma erupted from her finger tips and was tossed into the darkness of the niche. The spell streaked down the alley, as bolts of white lightning spewed from the ball of plasma and cracked against multiple surfaces as the ball traveled until it struck a dead-end brick wall.

             There was no one there.

             She huffed partially out of disappointment, and partially from surprise. Usually her instincts were pretty spot on. She paused momentarily, cursing that she had wasted a perfectly good spell, until she was blasted by an enveloping magical force that rippled across her like several dizzying waves. Misty felt the blackness of the niche pour into her eyes, flooding them from all sides. There was a feeling of drifting and then a fall. Then nothing.



             Misty was floating for a long time, but when she came to, she was no longer in the alleyway trying to catch a taxi. She was in a room, barely lit by a light in each of the corners. The walls were made of a faux stonework that created the false appearance that she was underground in some sort of dungeon. However, Misty had seen her fair shares of dungeons and this one, by far, was amateurish.

             She felt the crisp air against her skin, and she realized that she had been stripped completely bare. When Misty tried to move, her body struggled against several leather straps that bound her to a wooden bench. Her arms were outstretched to the side, bound, and her fingers tied in a witch’s knot to prevent spell casting. She know longer felt the weight of her pendant and she felt the rise of her heartbeat and the trepidation of fear as it nuzzled its way through her veins.

             A deep bass, one belonging to the darkest of chasms, drew up from behind her like a spirit from an abandoned well. “There’s no use struggling. I’ve taken every precaution.”

             She felt a large hand, one filled with rough calluses yet unyielding to her skin, grab her ass and squeeze. Her ass stuck out over the bench, and her legs dangled from it, unable to touch the ground. Misty tried pointing her feet, but she still could not find the floor.

             As she tried to speak in protest, she realized her mouth was spread open by an O-ring which was attached to a leather harness which suddenly made her aware of how widely her mouth was open. Her words came out in a jumble of incomprehensible noises as her tongue failed to produce a suitable syllable.

             The individual behind her moved away from her ass and brought himself towards the front. The sound of hooves was well apparent against her ears and in her peripheral she caught the sight of a brown hide, massive muscles, a long legs – confirming to her that whoever had kidnapped her was a centaur. While the creature kept a casual pace coming towards the front, it felt as if time had slowed down as she caught the tip of his fully erect cock passing by. It was as thick as a baseball bat and at least twenty-seven or more inches long. Her eyes widened as she realized that this beast intended on fucking her and there wasn’t anything that she could do to stop him.

             The light caused his features to be extremely shadowed, so it was difficult to make out his face, especially since her head was perfectly aligned with his underside.

             “I’ve been watching you. Desired you. And now, you’re mine.” He claimed as he straddled the bench she was strapped to, with the head of his thick member easing closer towards her head. “Us centaurs used to be worshipped by followers of Dionysus. The priestesses would willfully give themselves to us freely and our kind would fuck your kind’s tight cunts.”

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Conquest of Orcs - Assault of St. Lyril's Abby Part 3

Hey pervs! I'm not gone, I've just been working a lot and keeping myself free of nasty little diseases. This one should have been posted awhile ago, but you know how things go. Look at my line work, it's still all wavy. I've since found ways to not be so shaky. You'll see in the next one. I loved drawing this one, "Conquests of Orcs" is one of my favorites to draw. I hope you enjoy this very non-safe for work version of the front cover.

"Conquest of Orcs - Assault of St. Lyril's Abby - Part 3"

     “A princess, you say? And an elf—” Dar’Tok grinned, revealing his sharp orcish teeth. The chains attached to the wrists of the pregnant elven girl clanked as she shifted from the mentioning of another of her species, especially, that of a princess. Her face flashed bright red from the shame and embarrassment of having been captured by this beast, and for having now carrying his child.

     Celyna stepped slightly forward again, however, was careful not to get within reaching distance of the sigil that still burned on the sanctuary’s floor. It was a sigil that was powered by faith and Celyna’s faith was unresolved. “I order you to release everyone and leave this place, else risk the wrath of Falling Leaf!”

     Dar’Tok laughed as he grabbed Nysee’s breast. Her belly was still bulging from having received the orc’s and cock hound’s seed. She shook, as his touch caused a stray orgasm to ripple across her body. The other orcs, hearing their leader laugh, decided to join in the joke – whatever that was.

     “My men have captured this temple, and everything inside belongs to us. It is you, who will surrender to us.” He grabbed Nysee by her hair, dragging her up to her feet in order to display her luscious breasts and swollen belly. “I will spare this whore’s life, if you surrender to me now. Otherwise, should you fail, I’ll slit her throat right here.”

     The elf gasped. She looked to her fellow priestesses and swallowed hard. A begging question entered her mind and she asked, “How do I know that you won’t kill her the moment I exit the circle?” Celyna was frightened for Nysee, but she needed reassurances that her friend would not be harmed.

     “May Ookrish, the Bloody Hand, rip out my heart if I am lying.” He licked the side of Nysee’s face and she cringed. “Better think fast or the deal will expire and this cunt’s blood will drench the floor.” He pulled out a long jagged dagger and displayed it so that Celyna could best see it.

     With an inhalation of breath, a frightful look at the elf slave chained around Dar’tok’s neck, she gently touched the hand of one of the reluctant nun’s who did not wish to see her go as a means to reassure her, before she stepped out of the circle. 

     Despite her small size, Celyna started hard at the orc leader. She did her best not to look at her used naked friend, and hoped that her determination and confidence would somehow shake the beast’s resolve. However, Dar’tok grinned at her and tossed Nysee aside. She clamored to the floor, yet quickly looked up to see what horrors would befall her elven friend.

     Nysee was relieved that she was no longer in the orc’s clutches, and her swollen belly made her feel heavy and unable to defend herself if the need rose. However, she was upset that Celyna had stepped out of the circle and what’s worse, is that she revealed herself as royalty. The one thing that Nysee knew about orcs, was their obsession with royalty.

     Dar’tok reached around his neck and unfastened the mechanicsm which held the pregnant elven slave in place. With a click, the chains and the elven girl fell to the floor in a heap. The crash sounded like it had bruised her, but the elf didn’t even release a painful wince. She remained on the floor, battered and used. The orc stepped closer to the elf, up until he was but a foot in front of her. She continued to hold her stare and defiance. With a quick motion of his arm, his enormous hand gripped around her throat and hoisted her into the air so that the elf’s stare could be on the same eye-to-eye level as the orc’s.

     “Today is your lucky day, royal slut. As I am going to make you my whore bride.” With his other hand, Dar’tok grabbed Celyna’s collar and yanked down with such strength that the fabric of her holy vestments tore and pulled off of her body. Celyna choked a squeak of surprise as her clothes fell away from her body so easily.

     Celyna’s undergarments were far more risqué than the St. Lyril’s would have preferred. The cotton panties and bra that were customary were too itchy for Celyna’s likes, and preferred the elven silks that her people produced in Falling Leaf. They were beautiful enough, or perhaps lust inspiring enough, that Dar’tok left them in place. With a single finger, he pulled on her bra so that the silk would slip beneath her breasts, causing them to pop out. Having witnessed the previous acts of debauchery, Celyna’s nipples were as hard as they have ever been and Dar’tok smiled wickedly to himself.

     “Looks like you’re ready for a good fucking, cunt.” With the same finger he brushed Celyna’s g-string aside and positioned his cock at the entrance of her dripping pussy.

     Celyna shook her head, fearful of the massive size of his cock which pulsed from his heartbeat. The orc’s baby maker was thicker than her arm, and nearly just as long. It was at least 16 inches, if not more, with a girth that would make a horse blush. The tip of his head held a purplish tint and his shaft was as green as the rest of him though covered in thick veins. Despite being choked, Celyna was able to breath as his hand placed the majority of his pressure beneath her jaw. She tried to struggle, pulling her hands up to pry at his fingers, while another tried to cover her own sex, but his other hand swatted her away.

     With a grunt and a powerful thrust, Dar’tok pushed himself into her cunny causing her to arch her back as the pain and pleasure bolted across her body like a stampede of wild stallions.

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Goblin Warrens 9 - Village Seed

It's been awhile! I've had so many things going on lately! I moved! I improved my space some. Went to a couple conventions. It's been a blast! But I'm still writing and here's my newest kinky addition to your future library.

Goblin Warrens – 9

               The rafters made the perfect place to tie a rope over the beams. William was kept separate from his wife and daughters, while Roselyn and Camilla were tied with their hands strung out over their heads.

Camilla’s breasts drooped heavily from her chest, plump with milk that would occasionally drip out from her nipples. Her belly distended far into her 9^th month of pregnancy, as that is where Kildack preferred to leave her so that her family could get an eyeful. She could feel the goblin babe inside her stirring from time to time, and she knew that it would only take one more good fucking from Kildack to push her into labor. She was wet between her legs, an almost constant now every since she gave into Kildack’s marriage proposal – which, in the end, seemed more like permanent servitude. She tried her best not to look at her father.

Her mother, Roselyn was also naked to the room. Her breasts seemed to get heavier by the moment, while her belly was showing the first signs of pregnancy by sporting the same engorged belly as her daughter, Camilla. She thought she was done having children. For several years, both William and her were trying to have a son, but after Penelope had been born, all their attempts ended in failure. Not even the priestesses could help them discover a means to bare another child – besides goblin semen, which the church is strongly against. She watched as her daughter Penelope fell to the goblin’s onslaught.

Penelope’s head had leaned all the way back, so that her face was positioned for her father to get a full look at her expressions. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, as well as her tongue had rolled out of her mouth. Goblin cum dripped from her face from Kildack’s prior face fucking, which ended deep into her throat and further on her face as he pulled out. His spunk was foul at first, but as she breathed it in, she felt a sense of nirvana. Her arms were above her head, pulling at the old carpet on the floor as she rode each wave of pleasure that washed across her body with Kildack’s every thrust.

William watched silently and with an uncurable lust that had rose inside of him as he watched his family be taken by this savage creature. His eyes rolled over her breasts, perky yet petite, something that the goblin had taken into his mouth from time to time which caused her nipples to be hardened to a good inch in length. Sweat drenched her, creating a glisten to her skin, which captured the fire light of the lamps throughout the home. Her brown hair pooled across the floor.

Kildack thrust slowly thrust his thick baby maker into her cunt. Already, he had filled her with his seed twice. A small baby bump had grown on her, and she looked tiny in comparison to her mother and sister. His balls were engorged, tight, and just aching to release more of his seed inside her. He raised her legs with his arms and plunged his cock deeper inside her, pressing beyond her cervix and spilling into her womb. There was still a slight resistance when he pushed deeper into her, but it allowed him entrance and it gripped his head tightly. Her cunt was yearning for more of his seed.

“Do you like watching your daughter being filled by my cock?” Kildack asked as he stared threateningly into William. “Her’s is a face of wanting.”

He thrust harder into her and she let out a intense scream of pleasure. Penelope’s cunt was tight against his cock, almost refusing to let it leave her body. She was craving it. Each time he came inside her, her entire body erupted in orgasms that refused to end for several minutes on end. It was a taste of euphoria that she had never experienced before in her lifetime. She had always imagined what it would feel like to be taken by a monster, and now she experienced the ferocity of it firsthand.

William again tried to hide his eyes, but despite the ravaging of both his daughters and wife, he found that his own internal lusts were building up inside him and it was getting harder and harder for him to hide that his own erection was ready to pop out of his garments. He had imagined that his daughters would introduce another human, or perhaps an elf, as their new husband – he had even prepared himself when Camilla became a fighter that she would someday bring home a girlfriend. When she married Umaris, he was happy at the prospect that he could someday see some grandchildren. The goblin babes that his wife and daughters now carried was not something he could consider a grandchild. They were beasts, monsters whose only drive was to eat and breed. He kept thinking to himself that he couldn’t protect them, and that he had failed them.

“Here’s some more seed for my new bitch!” Kildack declared as he strongly clamped his hands down onto her waist and pulled her into him. His cock lurched inside of her, hitting the back of her uterus and sloshing in with the rest of the semen that he had previously expelled into her. “Get pregnant, slut! Open yourself to bearing my children.” His cock exploded inside her, his cock thickened, his balls clenched as stream after stream of goblin spunk poured into her womb.

Kildack grunted as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope blasted into her, mixing with the other loads he had given her until it made a primordial soup for bearing life. The semen would only act to accelerate the growth of the goblin babe within her. Penelope screamed at the height of her own orgasms as they fluttered about her entire body, like a swarm of imps scratching at her skin but instead of pain it brought an untold amount of pleasure. (To be Continued with purchased version!)

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Goblin Warrens 8 - Communal Property

Hiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee! I am so behind on posting this one, it's like its a travesty! Don't worry my goblin freaks, I am posting the alternative title to Goblin Warrens 8, as well as Goblin Warrens 9 just for you! I really hope you like this one, it's getting more kinky by the day.

Goblin Warrens – 8

               Camilla had given birth to six other goblins before Kildack wanted to rest. It seemed like he had been fucking her for days, filling her up over and over again with his semen. She barley could keep her head straight. Despite the toll giving birth rapidly to goblins took on her body, she bounced back ready for more. She believed that there was something with the goblin’s semen that sustained her.

               Now they were officially married by the blood beast. A blessing that had transformed her body temporarily, though the engorgement of her breasts and the ability to give birth anally remained. There was something else that Kildack failed to mention to her prior to her consenting to becoming his wedded whore. He now held a strong influence over her mind, one that she discovered she could not disobey. And with that influence came the enforcement of a goblin tradition known as community property.

               Kildack had told her what it entailed while she was spilling his seed inside her ass. She tried her hardest to protest, but found herself agreeing despite her fears. Now the butterflies swirled around her pregnant belly. Her goblin master ensured that she appeared nearly nine months pregnant before setting his plan into motion. It involved leaving the cave during the darkest night and visiting the town of Blackwater, where her family lived. The thing of it was, is that when one marries a goblin, they take ownership of your mother and all your mother’s children as well. Camilla was to be presented before her family as the goblin’s property with proof of her being knocked up as evidence of his claim. She knew that Kildack was powerful enough to seize anyone that he wanted, but to have her displayed like a trophy and to bestow her family onto him was a moment of pure degradation.

               It took them several hours to reach the town on foot. Camilla was unsure of what direction they were heading at first, let alone being able to see half of the landscape before it was a few feet in front of her. She remembered canvassing this area while he was married to Umaris, her husband, and fellow adventurer. They had spent several nights under the stars, bathed in the moonlight, and made love out in the open knowing that there wasn’t a soul around to interrupt them. The memories came to her as her breasts started leaking with milk.

               There were guards posted at the walls, but Kildack did not waste his time going through the main entrance. He knew a way through a sewage exit pipe that lead them into the alley not far away from her family home. She did not grow up in the richest of neighborhoods, in fact, sometimes it was difficult for her family to make ends meet. Her father worked as a scribe and was surprised when she declared, at a young age, that she wanted to be a warrior. Camilla would send her mother, father, and younger sister money she made from her adventures to help them live a better life.

               Once she reached their home, Kildack knocked on the door and crouched behind her in order to keep himself hidden, at least for the first initial moments.

               A woman with long blonde hair, in her mid-thirties, pale skin answered the door with a lit candle in hand. Not far behind her was her husband, a skinny man with short brown hair, rounded glasses, and his hands securely on her waist.

               “Camilla…” the woman asked as she squinted her eyes to better make use of the light. “Is that you?”

               “We haven’t heard from you in weeks, quickly come in, before you catch cold.” Her father stated as he moved his way out of the doorway so his wife would have room to step back as well.

               Camilla swallowed hard and stepped into the house, where too, Kildack stepped inside. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he straightened his spine, extended his clawed hands on the door and pressed it shut. 

               Camilla’s mother, Roselynn, released a heavy gasp – too petrified to scream – as the goblin towered over her. Her hand started to quake, causing the light of the candle to nearly extinguish.

               Her father, William, grabbed the nearest thing he could find which was a small wooden stool and held it in front of him like it were a sword. “Watch out Camilla!”

               Kildack rushed at him with his claws and teeth bared. William was so startled that he dropped the stool and fell backwards in order to dodge the attack. Kildack grinned at the weak little man and grabbed Roselynn by the throat. “Don’t scream, or I’ll kill your pathetic mate.”

               Roselynn trembled, she kept her voice inside her as best as she could, but her breaths came heavy, pressing her size apple-sized tits into the air with every intake. 

               Feeling especially terrible for visiting this upon her parents, Camilla stared down at the floor immediately after bolting the door behind her.

               “Camilla?!” Her father issued from the floor as he was too afraid to get up. He looked at his daughter, whom was buried beneath a brown robe that was far bigger than her.

               Kildack watched the pitiful exchange between daughter and father and chuckled to himself. “Show them.” He barked from between his teeth.

               Shaking from the humiliation of it, Camilla untied the rope and opened the robe, revealing her naked body to her parents. Her breasts were firmly engorged with milk, which leaked periodically, while her belly was far into her 9^th month of pregnancy – or at least, near the end of a goblin child’s gestation period. She blushed from it all.

               Roselynn gasped, not from the goblin’s hand that was wrapped around her throat, but from the shock of seeing her daughter in such an undignified way. She imagined all sorts of terrors that Camilla had suffered beneath this beast. With a small bit of hesitation, Roselynn gazed at the goblin’s muscles, his abs, and the small lion cloth that was already starting to bulge – a bulge that she had only fantasized about.

               “My dear Cami, no-no-no.” William felt as if he was going to cry. Knowing that the child she presently held inside her belly belonged to the goblin who had invaded his home.

               “Your daughter belongs to me now!” Kildack boasted as his tongue rolled out of his mouth to wet his lips for Camilla’s mother. “Which means that you belong to me too, whore.” His eyes fixated on Roselynn.

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Ballet Night School - Part 1, Newcomer

   

I've always had a fondness for ballet and vampires so I figured, why not combine the two? So here it is, Ballet Night School, where a girl gets the chance of a lifetime to dance for a ballet company which turns out to be infested with vampires. When the vampires claim her, she becomes more than just a meal.

“Ballet Night School, Part 1 – Newcomer”

Kattie was no stranger to ballet.  She had been taking lessons since she was four years old.  Every summer growing up, she had gone to ballet intensives and eventually was invited to a conservatory where she continued her education.  Her dream had been cemented for her at a young age, she wanted to – no, needed to – become a professional ballerina, which was why she was absolutely elated when her audition video was selected over hundreds of others of candidates to join the Les Danseurs de la Nuit for an opportunity to be placed within their dance company. With enthusiasm bustling in her cheeks, Kattie moved to Harbor City where she prepared herself to meet with destiny. 

As a student, while her tuition was paid for, the company did not give her much for living expenses.  She was placed with another student, a few years her senior, where she would be sharing an apartment together.  The building was made of brick, was old, and not in the best of neighborhoods.  The windows looked awful as the paint was peeling around the edges and the first three floors had bars to keep intruders out.  The front doors were heavy, and it was difficult for her to navigate her bags through the vestibule and into the hallway.  She looked at her phone that gave her instructions on how to reach her designated apartment. 

“Take the elevator to the 5^th floor.  Number 57.”

The elevator, guarded by a pair of iron gates that looked more like a cage than a means to reach the higher floors, just so happened to have an “Out of Order” sign on it. 

Katie sighed at the inconvenience, but was determined to make the best of it.  If she truly proved her worth, it wouldn’t be long before her pay would increase and she’d be able to afford somewhere better.  This was temporary, she reminded herself. 

After fighting her bags up five stories, and with some missing breath, she managed to reach her apartment door.  She was already provided the keys, which came to her in the mail, but she decided to knock regardless.  The entire building was abuzz with a variety of different sounds, TV shows, a couple arguing, a baby crying, and someone was getting laid and wasn’t ashamed of letting their neighbors hear.  It all made her feel uncomfortable and a touch of anxiety worked its way into her chest.  When no one came to answer, Katie tried the doorknob and was relieved that it was unlocked.

As soon as the door swung open, her cheeks flushed in perhaps the brightest red she had ever worn.  The screams of pleasure she heard from the hallway were not a shameless neighbor, it was coming from her apartment! 

Lucy’s legs were spread widely apart, where were it not for the middle-aged man pounding his fat cock into her cunt, Katie would have received an eye-full of her pussy.  She laid on her back atop the rickety kitchen table and she gripped the sides hard enough that one could see the whites of her knuckles. 

“That’s right you fucking ballerina bitch, take my prick! You’re Gavril’s whore!”

His bare ass was wide and complimented the fat folds around his waist.  He was balding, had black hair, which only seemed to have migrated to his back.  Katie did not see an ounce of attractiveness in him, especially from her angle.  She was absolutely stunned to move or say anything besides stare at them from the threshold of the apartment.

Gavril grabbed Lucy by the throat and wrapped a flabby arm around Lucy’s waist.  With a single motion, he pulled her off the table, which caused his thick cock, perhaps as thick as Katie’s wrist, from out of Lucy’s cunny and turned her around to face Katie. 

Lucy had gorgeous breasts for a ballerina, perhaps D cups which were round and perky.  Her nipples were erect and pointed up to the ceiling of the apartment.  Her shirt and bra still clung beneath her, as if Gavril didn’t give her the time to get completely undressed before ravaging her.  Lucy locked her brown eyes with Katie’s and she smiled briefly until his arm wrapped around her chest and his hand gripped her neck once more.  She gave out a sharp moan as he pulled her hips back against him.  He guided his member into her snatch causing her eyes to roll into the back of her skull. 

“That’s it, slut.  You belong to me! Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Sir.” She stammered out with a touch of hesitation.

“Any time. Any place. Any way I like.  Isn’t that right?”  The older man demanded.

“Yes, Sir.”  She strained as he thrusted harder and harder into her. 

“Good! There’s nothing I deserve more than an obedient ballerina fuck slave.” 

He shoved himself into her harder, causing Lucy’s body to spasm with orgasm. 

Katie’s breath had increased without her realizing.  She was sweating, and her chest felt incredibly heavy.  Worst of it all, she felt a heat rising up from her own cunny and it spread throughout her body like a virus.  She unknowingly bit her lip from the sight of it all.

Gavril increased his speed and he grunted under the pressure that was starting to build in his balls.  He looked directly at the girl who was standing at the door to the apartment.

“There’s nothing I desire more than impregnating ballerina whores.  Tell me who owns your womb!”

“You do!” Lucy cried out as the pleasure swept through every nerve in her body. 

“You’re damn right I do!”  His gaze never left Katie, which seemed to pull her into him.

Katie could feel herself in Lucy’s place, her tits on display and bouncing with every thrust of his cock, the consistent flood of orgasm after orgasm, her body no longer her own and at the whims of this middle-aged stranger.

“Now, get pregnant, slut! Take all of Gavril’s seed!”

“Oh, God!” Lucy screamed as she felt his cock tensed inside her. 

Gavril grabbed one side of her hip and yanked her ass against him, causing his cock to push all the way to its farthest point. Once the tip of his cock pressed against her cervix,  he groaned loudly as his spunk exploded from his cock and sprayed the inside of her womb.  String after string of thick baby making juice filled her and Lucy fell again into her own screaming orgasm. 

As soon as he emptied his balls into her, Gavril released his hold on Lucy and she fell to the ground in a heap.  Cum leaked from her pussy and onto the wood floor.  She breathed heavily in order to regain her breath while Gavril, panting heavily from the work out, put his clothes back on. 

Once he was fully dressed, Katie tried to find words, “I’m umm—”

“You’re the new girl, yes?” Gavin asked with little attention to her face and more attention to her breasts and curves.

“Ye-Yes, that’s right.”  She nodded while trying to do her best to recover the color in her cheeks.

            “Good.”  He walked up to her, leaned in, and smelled her.  “Rent is due on the first, don’t be late.  If you are late, I’ll evict you unless we can come to some other arrangement.”  He stole a quick glance at Lucy who was slowly recovering on the floor.  It was very apparent to her what he meant. 

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Goblin Warrnes 7 - Thralls of Lust

Hey Pervs,

I'm a little slow at getting this posts out, but I wrote another Goblin Warrens book not long ago that I'm sure you'll love.  It seems that many other people have been getting their rocks off from it and its hardly losing any interest.

Here's the latest Book 7 - Thralls of Lust

Summary:

A gnome and elf adventurer was kidnapped by a band of goblin raiders. They are taken to the goblin warrens where they must contend with the latest generation of goblin spawn. Through the elf's power, a goblin mage is able to gain control over the gobryl that has been plaguing their warren. With Sadi back in control, she unveils the next stage of her fearsome goblin plot. Will the adventurers be able to escape, or will they become thralls of lust?

Goblin Warrens – 7

Kel and Aura where pushed through the caves, naked and cold, as their goblin kidnappers kept them on a tight leash.  Multiple times, the goblins pinched their butts, pulled on Aura’s ears, and groped their tits as they continued deeper and deeper into the tunnels.  Even if they managed to escape, Aura wondered if she would be able to remember the way back.  The caves were so difficult to navigate and there wasn’t any landmarks that they could use to help them return to the surface.  She was sure that the goblins made it difficult to begin with so that the cave became like a prison for them. 

One of the goblins, the one that Aura had given birth to, had adapted to its inherent magic that it acquired from her after she gave birth. Her hand was lit with a bluish flame, dancing among the rocks, to give them some indication as to where they were going. Goblins were such a parasitic race, who took traits from their parents.  There had been studies done about how many traits could pass on, from parent to parent, but such research was frowned upon and a lot of the information was redacted in order to sway mages from attempting the same kind of research.  It now appeared like she was going to witness it firsthand.  Magic in the hands of a trained student of the arcane arts was one thing, but in the hands of a reckless power-hungry species, that was far more devastating than she could possibly imagine. 

As they rounded a tunnel, Aura heard it first, then Kal’s ears began to pick up the distinct sounds of moaning – the slapping of bodies and the grunts of some beast.  The farther they trudged, the louder the sounds became.  The two adventurers knew that they were heading straight for the goblin’s breeding warrens.  Dread built up further in Aura’s chest, knowing full well that her life from this day moving forward would be filled with goblin cocks filling her insides over and over again with their nasty seed.  Her progeny would be an ever-growing powder keg of magic energy just waiting to go off at any moment. 

When they entered the main cave, they finally were able to catch sight of the warren.  There, hanging from piece of rope off the ceiling, was a human female – at least from initial inspections.  She had short brown hair, with ample tits, a large pregnant belly, and a cock that hung limp between her legs.  There was a string of semen dripping off the tip and reaching towards the floor.  Off to the side, there were two goblins, one with pink hair while the other with dark greenish hair, with their tits pressed together and the pink one laying on her back, while from behind, a large fiendish looking creature with three arms, one large bulbous head, and two irregularly-shaped eyes was fucking them from the back. 

Kel’s eyes enlarged, even at the distance that they were slowly closing at the behest of their captors, due to the size of the creature’s cocks.  They were massive things, perhaps larger than her own arm, and there were three. Two of them were already buried deep inside the goblin girls’ cunnies, while another rubbed against the top of the dark green-haired girl’s ass.  They were covered in sweat, cum and all other sorts of juices, as if they haven’t been given a moment’s rest.  Their bellies were distended, pregnant – from what she could tell – by this monstrosity. 

Aura felt that she had seen the human before, perhaps in passing at one of the local taverns.  All adventurers seemed to know one another, or at least in some capacity or the other, she just wished that she could place her.  It looked like the girl had been down here for some time, though not long enough for her hair to grow out too long.  She remembered from the original quest that there had been a pair of adventurers missing, having gone after a goblin not long ago and everyone feared the worst.  Though some joked that they got sidetracked on another quest on account that a single goblin wasn’t that much to worry about.  Now, the fate of those adventurers was clear.  Though, she only saw one of them.  Where was the other?

Sadi and Nailia’s tongues had drooped out of their mouths, and their eyes had rolled into the back of their heads – too engrossed in the pleasure that was washing over them by the beastly thrusts of the abomination.  They moaned as its cock pushed deeper and deeper into them, penetrating far into their wombs, ready to bath their insides with its cum.  Aura’s cunt ached from remembering having given birth to a goblin not very long ago.  The sensation was filled with pain and a touch of euphoria as the tiny creature was pushed out of her vagina.  She worried that her cunt had stretched so that she would find it difficult to locate a sexual partner.  She had overheard stories of elven women talk about how the other races found elves to be tight on their cocks, and how it would cause them to ejaculate far too quickly – if not, multiple times.

Kel shuddered at the thought of having the abomination’s cock forced inside her.  The gobin’s cocks were large enough, let alone having a tree branch-of-a-member throbbing inside her – filling her with cum.  The thought caused a shudder to run down the length of her spine as she imagined feeling buckets and buckets of cum engorging her stomach.  Her cunt started to feel moist, a sign of her arousal, and she silently shamed herself for it. 

The giant goblin quickened his pace as the pressure built inside his multiple balls.  His thick sack slapped against Sadi and Nailia’s ass as if being spanked by another goblin.  They braced themselves, already knowing that soon their cunts would be filled with the monster’s semen.

The goblins who were holding Kel and Aura captive forced them down on their knees, and gave them a really good view to watch as the goblin women were bred even further by the beast.  It was meant to give them a taste of what is about to come, and to reinforce their fate as part of the goblin warrens. 

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