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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Goblin Warrens 6 - Goblin Magic

Hello my pervy friends.  It's been awhile but I decided it was time to write another addition to the Goblin Warrens series.  It seems a lot of you liked it already, so, I figured I would reward you with the uncensored cover.  I hope that you like it.  My art skills are slowly getting better and better the more of these I make.  Take a peek of the story below.  I won't mind ;).

Goblin Warrens – 6

It had been a long day, one filled with dusty roads and steep hills.  Aura wasn’t sure why she had decided to come along.  It wasn’t about the money, as she came from several lines of elven nobility and therefore had ample access to funds.  The Queen had put up the posters asking for a call to arms against a potential goblin incursion.  The posters were fairly vague without giving much detail as to how many goblins the kingdom was under threat by, or where they were coming from.  They had to guess the hills, since that is where a lot of caves naturally formed.  Goblins love caves. 

Aura had long platinum hair, violet eyes, smooth creamy skin and a tight petite frame.  She sat on her knees next to the fire, as she ran her hand over her crescent moon staff muttering incantations over her staff.  It was a means to ensure she had the right spells memorized for whenever their group may ran into trouble.  She wore a white dress that hugged her hips, then tapered down into a long strand of fabric that draped between her legs and covered her behind.  Her breasts were held up by a crisscross fabric that left little to the imagination.  The fabric was thin enough where her nipples showed. 

Kel, a red headed gnome, stood near her tending to an iron pot on that hung over the fire.  She was cooking some concoction that involved dried rations, a variety of herbs, and some potatoes she found growing wild – all simmering in a gravy-like broth.  It didn’t smell half bad.  Kel took a step back after stirring it and slowly removed the chain shirt she had been wearing.  During the struggle, Aura was able to catch sight of the underside of Kel’s sizable breasts as her undershirt caught with the chain shirt as she pulled it from her body.  Kel was only just over three feet tall, had sickle hips and a plump ass.  Her feet and hands were larger than those of an elf, yet complimented her broad shoulders.  Aura felt that the most pleasing characteristic on her was her fleshy nose that just highlighted her smile. 

Aura put her staff down, and placed her hands politely in her lap.  “When will we rendezvous with Gerald and Helia?” 

Kel placed a finger to her mouth and thought, as if she was calculating the distance they traveled so far.  “I think tomorrow around noon, if we get up fairly early.  They shouldn’t be that far away.  Why, are you nervous?”  She stuck out her hip and gave her an alluring smile.

“Why should I be nervous?” Aura asked as she found her eyes moving between the curves of her hips to the supple breasts, which hid beneath Kel’s shirt.

Kel turned so that Aura could see all of her.  Her face was just slightly above where Aura’s was, and she leaned in, her luscious lips a few inches from hers.  “Because we’re alone together, just the two of us.  And you haven’t been able to take your eyes off me since we started traveling together.”

Aura unconsciously bit her lip.  She blushed and turned her head slightly where her eyes shifted to the fire so that she could have something else to focus on.  “I don’t know what you mean.”

Kel gentle touched the elf’s chin and pulled her face back towards her.  Kel looked directly into her eyes and leaned in closer, allowing her lips to stop just an inch from Aura’s. “I’m sure you know exactly what I mean.”

 Aura could feel her heart thumping in her chest and a warmth building in her cunt and her tongue briefly wetted her lips in anticipation of a kiss.  As the gnome’s lips crept closer to her, she took in a big breath of air, and her lungs quivered with excitement and passion.

The gnome drew her fingers from her chin, caressed the elf’s cheeks and ran them through her platinum hair before gripping the back of her head.  She kissed her, and she could immediately taste a touch of honeysuckle.  Her lips were warm, soft and they gave no hesitation. 

When Kel retreated from their kiss, Aura’s chest was taking in deeper, longer, breathes.  The kiss had aroused her far more than she had ever experienced.  The warmth had spread from her groin and up into her chest, where it nestled in her breasts and tingled her nipples. 

Kel looked between the elf’s eyes to assess just how far she would go.  When she saw nothing but compliance and lust, she unfastened her belt, and the studded leather battle skirt dropped off her hips and fell to the ground.  All that was between them was her panties, to which the gnome took one graceful finger and pulled it aside revealing her perfectly shaved, puffy, mound. 

Aura swallowed hard and her chest fluttered.  She had never done this before, at least not so suddenly and with someone she barely knew.  Kel had joined her, along with a few other adventurers, to take on the goblin threat.  They knew barely anything about one another.  But the smell of Kel’s cunt was faint and it caused her mouth to water.  Partially paralyzed with nervousness, Aura could do nothing but stare at it, which caused her mouth to gape.  

Kel took hold of the elf’s head as before, and pressed her eagerly awaiting lips against her cunt.  Aura let out a breath as her face was buried in the gnome’s cunny and the warm air caused a shiver to skitter down Kel’s spine.  Kel wondered if the elf would even know what to do, as she seemed so hesitant to act on her own desires, but her thoughts were interrupted as Aura’s soft tongue rolled across her clit. 

The elf moaned her satisfaction with finally being able to taste her.  She drew her hands up to the gnome’s groin and slowly massaged a finger inside her, while the other hand cupped her ass from behind.  Despite the gnome’s small stature, it filled Aura’s tiny elven hand.  With a passionate exhalation of breath, Aura pushed her face harder against Kel’s cunt and eagerly lapped against her labia.  

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