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Alice and Aliester in Sexlandb Aliester was indeed quite confused. Were not the topics of birds and bees told by women only to women, and said topic told by men only to men? But Mr. Carroll said he was too engaged in the study of Dodgson's photography to assist Aliestar on the peccadillos of men, and that the loquacious and perhaps even useful sources of Alice and Miyuki could be of service. However, he was quite surprised that they chose this court with him and his sister Alice at a time simultaneous. Aliester indeed enjoyed the fine art of pristine Victorian photography, and when he had known his sister engaged in such tupperances, it gave him quite a stirring. It was a rather devilish decision whether or not to engage in the peripitude peeping of envisining her while she was in her most private moments, as he furiously rubbed her stolen underthings along his most demanding and vituperitude member. Oh, how soft her skin was, and silken her things were, as he stroked them across his most hardened necessity, the welling within him and chest athunder as she herself sat but a few feet from his wanton inches. But even a man as healthy and wanton as Aliester could not but succumb to the soniferous and ongoingness of the two elder women's confusion. And so, he drifted off to sleep, to encounter many things wonderous and sexual.
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This space reserved for post with Succbus Lilith Some notes a for post with Succbus Lilith Senoy Monk Sansenoy Tired Human Semangelof Demon I assumed separately? I'm trying to think of how across time and space the three scenes can interact, but have no idea. But stories write themselves -- mebbe the monk writes a warning message but the tired human missed it, but the demon doesn't? I'll research the three angels tomorrow or so. Could you start the thread? Something like Lilith has finally tracked down Senoy monk and is entering his chambers -- through the window, of course!
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RE This space reserved for post with Succbus Lilith Oni and Unicorns and Hentai, Oh my! Plot notes. I do find plotting over IM to be particularly helpful. Not necessarily sane, but helpful! 125233 PM randomcomment Eh, it's anime -- we can have her shinto priest father be a perv who dresses up his daughter in egl. He finds out about unicorn horns being an aphrodesiac, and wants them. His research tells him that a fair maiden must seduce a unicorn. But his wife won't let him spend any more money on costumes because he's blown the budget on egl cosplay. 125234 PM randomcomment Done! 125519 PM Dusk Dawn That works! 125736 PM randomcomment Hahaha -- I'd like to add a cynical brother who talks back to Dad. He keeps telling him how absurd this all is because it is!. Dad keeps refering to brother as, Oh, my untrustworthy daughter! Do you not have faith in your father's plans? 125830 PM randomcomment To which he replies, I'm not your daughter! You just dress me up in these effeminate costumes! 10106 PM randomcomment We'll just use him as a sounding board to set up the scene. I don't think he'll be boinking Haily. 'Cuz I didn't see incest as one of your kinks, lol. 10308 PM Dusk Dawn It should be on there 10309 PM Dusk Dawn lol 10331 PM Dusk Dawn yep, it is 10334 PM randomcomment Oh! There it is. Man, my eyesight's totally shot. 10529 PM Dusk Dawn lol 10536 PM Dusk Dawn So does that give you more ideas? 10557 PM randomcomment Yeah! Or instead of bro, he could be the father or Haily's demon pet familiar! Y'know the ones who talk back to their masters. We could have a scene in which Haily refuses to seduce the unicorns unless she has some demon cck. The demon pet in demon form is especially attractive to Haily because he's doubly equipped. 10646 PM Dusk Dawn Doubly equipped as in two cocks? 3 10653 PM randomcomment Ho yeah. 10659 PM Dusk Dawn KINKY 10702 PM randomcomment hahah 10705 PM Dusk Dawn How big? 10722 PM randomcomment Well, I read the Lage Dicks part, so... large? lol 10727 PM Dusk Dawn lol 10734 PM Dusk Dawn I wanna play now D 10737 PM randomcomment hahaha 10801 PM randomcomment Well, I usually write late at night because I got to do stuff during the day. Sorry about that! 10804 PM randomcomment What else... 10810 PM Dusk Dawn It's ok 11007 PM randomcomment We can make him a demon brother -- in a previous adventure, brother's body got swapped with a demon, so Father can force him to swap. The demon has double equpiment and tentacles! 11024 PM Dusk Dawn Kinky stuff 11133 PM randomcomment lol -- I think bro doesn't like this because when he gets swapped, he ends up in hell, where they force him to do MORE egl cosplay. That's just background material. 11221 PM randomcomment The succubi originally wanted to me, but when they saw the outfit you sent me to hell in, they started to want to sew! 11233 PM randomcomment Father That is the power of COSPLAY!!! 11238 PM randomcomment Son Shut up! 11254 PM Dusk Dawn LOL
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Unicorns and Loli and Hentai, Oh My! Co-writer hasn't posted, so this one's open. PM first! GRARRRR!!! HRARRRRR!!! URRRGGHHH!!! What? Are you constipated again, Dad? NO! My insolent daughter! I'm you're son! Then why do you persist in wearing women's clothing? Because they're fucking hand-me downs! And I'm older than she is! Insolent daughter! SON! Insolent daughter, do you see what's in my hand? A white dried out piece of poop? NO! Wait. YES! Waitaminute.... And why the hell am I wearing this gothic lolita shit when I'm the OLDER brother? YES! Here it is! Behold! Looks like a sharpened white dong. NO! Wait. NO! Insolent daugther! It is a rare aphrodesiac more mighty than the rhinosaurus horn! The tiger's whisker! Love Potion Number Nine! Actually the part of the tiger that's the aphrodesiac is... QUIET, insolent daughter! SON! The unicorn's horn is the most powerful aphrodesiac known to man! You still haven't explained why you were making those weird constipated noises! I seek more of the horn! You must dress in your most maidenly outfit and seduce a unicorn! We live in a fucking Japanese shrine! Where the hell are we going to get a unicorn? You must have faith! We're fucking Shinto! We don't need faith! You must have faith that you can seduce a unicorn with your feminine wiles! I'm your SON!!! The old man paused. Indeed you are. I now must continue my chants of summoning, to release the demon sealed inside of you. The demon whom I must bring forth to satiate the insane lusts of your younger sister! Who has a really hot body! I now chant again, GRARRRR!!! HRARRRRR!!! URRRGGHHH!!! COME FORTH GREAT DEMON TO SATIATE YOUR DESIRES UPON MY ONLY DAUGHTER!!! BRING FORTH YOUR LUSTS UPON HER LICENTIOUS SOUL!!! Suddenly, the younger man convulsed. He screamed as his chest opened, releasing an unholy light of spewing vapor. His body burned, turning his chest into a rabid flame, ungulfing him with burning fire. His arms wetly melted, transforming into hideous slithering appendages. Another scream, as his body stretched, transformed, horns erupting from his skull, a tail from his body, and... two cocks. They twitched, unmercifully, as they sought young flesh to fuck and devour. Another gutteral eruption left his body, as he turned towards the house, to find his sister. Hmm... said the old man, picking up some burnt fabric. Maybe I should have made him strip first!
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Snow White The forest seemed to grow darker with every step. The light became choked, the dampness of the clearning became fog itself. It was as if the glade was enchanted, though in a dark and sinister way. The man behind her was the huntsman. His job was to kill, though game meat and humans made no difference to him. He beheld her in the forest, a nervous rabbit looking over its shoulder. He loved the hunt, releasing his captives, only to find them and execute them on the spot. However, he had other desires as well. Sometimes, if the captive was attractive enough, he would merely rape them. It was fate worse than death, and often they would plead for either their lives or for him to end them. Both ended very poorly. He was pleasantly surprised at how easily it was to find and creep up to the young girl. His hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder, painfully. Now, missy, he said, forcing her onto her knees, We can do this easily or with difficulty. You're a rather attractive young lady, and I think we can come to terms. I haven't had a good suck or a decent fuck in a very long time, and I think I might keep you alive. Holding a blade to her cheek he continued, Pull down my pants and do a good job. Suck my cock like a good little girl.
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Snow White Let you go? Oh, no. Never. I'm going to fuck you now, then take you back to my quarters and fuck you there. Forever. The queen sent you here for you to die. She won't care if I fuck you to death, either. His voice was a steely grin, his hot breath a steam in the cooling evening air. You know what I'm going to do with you? First, I'm going to fuck your mouth. I'm going to stick my dirty hair cock in your lovely pristine mouth and fuck the hell out of it. Then, I'm gonna fuck your tits. I'm going to stick my log in your breasts and fuck you again. Then, I'm going to spread your legs and fuck your dainty little twat until I cum into you, spewing my hot thick come into your tight little twat. And you're a virgin. The queen doesn't even care enough who takes your delicate little flower! Pressing her face against his hardened cock in his pants, he pulled down his pants releasing his hard stiff member. Now suck on this! Suck on this or by hell I'll cleave you in half and fuck the body!
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Tete-a-Tete It was Friday afternoon, and I wanted to fuck her. We worked in a white, sterile, corporate drone world, of cubicles and recyled air. The glass panes were miles away, only visible when we popped our heads up, prarie dogs. I wanted her pussy so bad, my cock straining in my casual relaxed office code Friday except when a client is visiting but never sees anyone beside the heads pants, wanting to feel her soft vaginal walls around my hard stiff cock. We did this every Friday, every hot sweaty Friday as we anticipated fucking each other after work on a Friday afternoon. I looked at the clock, and it was now seven. Seven-o-fucking clock. It was time to put away the papers I never read, the forms I failed to fill. I wanted pussy and she had it for me. I made my way up the stairway and saw her. Her fucking beautiful body covered by the dress code that would never end. Her beautiful conservative skirt ready to fall onto the ground, her buttoned top that hid all her features. I wanted to fuck her from behind, scooping up her beautiful breasts in the palms of my hands, while pounding her with my wonderful swollen meat. Ready? I asked.
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The White Snow He gave out a scream, thundering through the disheveled forest. He held his prick, covered in blood, bent beyond recognition. CURSE THEE WOMAN! he shouted, his lungs as shrill as he screams, MAY THEE ENCOUNTER A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH not that he was now unacquainted with that. The forest, however, was of little alternative. The hurried footsteps of the young woman echoed fruitlessly into the dampening clamminess of the forest mist. The fog had rolled in, yet settled, as if it were the lone cold denizen of a world long forgotten. For this was the Cursed Grove, a forest no one had returned. But, to the young woman stumbling through bramble and bush, she would know and see later. Her steamy breath echoed the fog still in the glade. Its warmth soon chilled, as if being sucked into the cloudy mist hanging over the wet ground. And the ground here was hardly firm, as her footing gradually sunk into the muck, perhaps herself to be sucked in and never reappear. And except for the windy brambles weaving around her, there was not a sound in sight. Except... and then she felt it. A branch had alighted upon her shoulder, suspiciously low from a hollow tree. It face of bark and log glared menacingly at her, its socketless eyes peering into her very soul. And then another. And another. They seemed to fall from the trees to descend upon her. Yet this must have been an illusion. But, as the mud was beginning to take her down, she had others things to attend.
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Catgirls and Tentacles and Rape, Oh My! Thread's started up. PM if you'd like to join! Female writers only. Curses! screamed The Very Evil Queen MILF S'mthingrthr. Can't you dimwits shoot a simple space scout from the skies? Well, our Very Expensive and Evil defense system was meant to defend against an armada of ships, not a lone scout ship. That ship is difficult to hit. It has the most sophisticated randomize defensive manuevering algorithm I've ever seen. It's as if... as if... As if what, pea-brain? As if someone was sliding around the cockpit cabin chasing a tin can in an attempt to do anything but steer the spaceship. Idiot. The Very Evil Queen MILF S'mthingrthr smacked the pod creature with her Very Evil Staff of DOOM. Now call my henchmen! HENCHMEN!!! the pod creature yelled. I could have done that, she yelled, whacking him again. Only a handful showed up, which actually was quite normal for a series like this for some reason. The Very Evil Queen MILF S'mthingrthr pointed to one of her Very Evil minions and asked, Which one are you? T'K'La'T'Hp'Vt'Tr'K, of the Cl'D'F'H'J'K clan of the Race of the L'H'J'Kl'Fr'K, it replied. Oh, right. Fred. And you? Chuck. Got it. Fred, why can't you have a normal name?, she said, smacking Fred on the head with her staff of DOOM. Go get the Very Evil and Expensive CGI Beast and greet our friends. Nyahaahahaa! Nyahahaahha, chorused her minions. Shut up! Nyahahahaha, said The Very Evil Queen MILF S'mthingrthr. She was watching her Very Evil Henchmen and the Very Evil and Expensive CGI Beast on the monitor overhead. She saw them greet the Magical Space Pirate Ninja Catgirl Ranger Princess Maids. Hmm. What are they saying? And why the can't we get a monitor that isn't above our heads? Well, in our language, it's 'Hello, sisters. I mean you no harm. Let us sit down and discuss peacefully the dismal state of women's rights in this quadrant of the galaxy', replied the pod person. Hmm. Do any of them have translating devices? Well, if not, Fred's going to be in a bit of a surprise. Why? What did he say in their language? Hmm. Well, I just typed in what Fred said into Google, and it translates, HEY YOU SKANKY HO BITCHES, WE IS GOING TO RAPE JOO. NOW BEND OVER AND LET US YOUR BIG FAT ASSES.' The Very Evil Queen MILF S'mthingrthr paused a bit. Then she threw her head back. Nyahaahahaha! Nyahahaahha, chorused her minions. Shut up!
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Battle Chess The great mage stroked his whiskers and surveyed his land from his tower. Mighty fields of darkness and rolling hills of despair led everywhere the eye could see. Grumblings of orcs, dragons, and the occasional errant demon wandered within view, only to disappear beneath the blackness of the crags. What a pain in the arse! he mumbled. Orcs smelling up the place. Demons burning everything. Why the hell are Wizard's Towers so high? You can smell everything from here! He turned to his books and grumbled. And those damned adventurers! Killing this, killing that, searching for loot, trying to kill me, it's like I can't get a good night's sleep! He slammed his fist on the table. Ouch! And my body can't take it anymore! Between making sure everyone doesn't kill each other and making sure my hips work right, I'm not getting anything done! He sat back in his chair, ignoring the pains of age. He dreamed of his quest to create the philosopher's stone, the alchemist's grail for... whatever the hell it did. Hmph, he snorted. He looked upon his chess pieces and mused. I could just poison myself, but what would that achieve? Half the kingdom wants me dead so they can take my loot, the other half are the bad guys. He gave snort and picked up one of the pieces. He smiled. I know. A trap. A lovely and wonderful trap. A trap to find someone worthy of taking over my kingdom, and a trap to take the souls of the rest. He glanced at a nearby manual Uncommon Phylacteries for the Household Lich. So my flesh can wither away, and my bones continue. Many years passed. Kicking the bones and dust on the floor, he muttered. Well, that didn't work well. Many a wise man had heard of his trap, but only stupid adventurers dared face him. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He jumped around, cursing his soul-stolen youth. Idiots all of them! And now their challenging me is taking up all my time! He kicked a skull out the window. Maybe I should stop being Lawful Evil and just be Neutral Evil. That way, I can just poison them! Instead, he was obligated to the chess board device. The mage had long poured his soul into the infernal thing. When played, it would devour the soul of the player who lost the game of chess, and invigorate the spirit and body of the victor. Naturally, the loser's body would turn to dust and his bones would fall onto the floor. This left a huge mess. Shouldn't have played against the housekeeper first, the mage muttered. But it was time to face another opponent, for the chessboard dictated it. As the mage turned around, he raised a brow. His ennui had been sated merely looking at his opponent. Well, hello, he said, unctuously. Have a seat.
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Kitsune He looked up at the cloudy sky, snow falling from the clouds above. It always marveled him to see these silent raindrops fall out of nowhere, the alight upon the ground without a sound. Several white petals fell on his face, only to disappear. He sighed, a white cloud of his own appearing before his face. He could not remember the beauty of his wife whom he lost long ago. He wanted to see her again, but could not face the cowardice of leaving this world alone. But he had finally settled matters. He trained one of the young men of the village to take his place, picking herbs from the countryside, mixing them in the right proportions to heal the others. The village was quite unsettled at this. He was far too young to train another, won't he take another woman for his wife? But, no, this was not what he wanted. Eventually, the village accepted his decision. He was quite satisfied he was no longer needed. Indeed, it was one of his errant walks through the mountains that led to his wife's death. He had spent several days in the countryside selecting plants for his medicines when she fell. He cursed himself for not being there with her. What use was all his knowledge when he could not save the woman he fell in love with? And she was beautiful. So beautiful. Yet he cried when he realized he could no longer see her face. He knew then it was time to join her, wherever she may be, for the rest of eternity, in dreamless sleep. He had heard rumors of a beautiful woman living in the mountain, and he decided to see her. She was not his wife, but he hoped her beauty would remind him of her. And, if not, it did not matter. The snow crunched under his feet as he made his way up the mountain. Those were the only sounds to be heard.
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Myavi was freezing. The dorms were closed, but Mother was on a week-long vacation on a Hawaiian cruise with her boyfriend. Myavi's mother and father divorced when she was young, with her mother taking custody of Myavi, and her father of Dani. Her memories of her father were not well, and when Myavi contacted her sister, she felt somewhat relieved that she would not be visiting her father, either. Why not stay with her for awhile and see what snow actually looks like. Why, not, indeed, thought Myavi, forgetting how the other coast defined cold. She pressed and pulled another lever on the driver's side, only to roll another window down. It was grey and cloudy and cold outside. But she would be inside and seeing her sister. She had fond feelings for her sister, although her last memories were when they shared the bathtub together. Myavi could swear at the time that she was a girl, but Dani told her the differences between boys and girls and so Myavi was a boy. Myavi smiled that Mother took awhile to straighten things out and say that, indeed, Myavi was a girl -- after all, girls wore dresses, didn't they? Finally finding her sister's apartment, Myavi found how to roll up the damn windows and looked upwards. The clouds were thick with grey, and snowflakes fell from the sky, as if appearing from nowhere. So calm. So tranquil. Until a nasty gust of wind sent down the corridor made Myavi think she'd grab her bags and get the hell out of the parking area. Apartment 401... 401... She looked up at the apartment where her sister lived and realized she'd be walking up four flights of stairs. Rather amazing, considering how much they talked on the phone a few days ago about anything but lugging up suitcases of luggage to the top of an apartment. The hell with that and Myavi grabbed her weekend luggage. I'm so sorrryyyy!!! Myavi apologized. The shower was warm and she had now slipped into her pajamas. Or rather, the pajamas were in the suitcases in the car outside, and she wore a t-shirt and panties. No, no, it's okay. We can share the bed. Myavi's stocking feet told her how cold the floor was, and there was no way she could let her sister sleep on that. Besides, the effect of the warm shower was fading, and she welcomed a warm body next to her through the night. She was tired, she was cold, and she was exhausted. She welcomed the peaceful slumber of a good night's sleep. Except, of course, she was in a completely different time zone and unwelcomely, drowsily, awake.
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Dark Alley Playtime Joe wanted her. His cock would rise every time that sexy thing came out of the studio. He'd wait just to see what clothing she was wearing, and it was all sexy -- at least on her. His mates didn't exactly understand, but kept teasing him about it. You gonna fuck that girl? How's your girlfriend doing? Still stalking, eh? Why don't you have the balls to do something about it? Yeah, this day he'd do it. The others pushed him just a little too far, and he was a little too horny to ignore it. She was walking down the alley in her red jacket, black boots, and sexy goddamn ass. He want to fuck it, plunge his hard thick cock deep into her ass, pussy, and whatever damn hole he could find. His mates were standing nearby, just out of reach and in the shadows. But he could hear them, taunting him, teasing him to fuck. So, fuck. He'd do it. He grabbed her arm, and, in cold white bursts of breath, asked, Hey chickee. What's a nice girl like you doing in place like this? A lame pickup line, but a threatening one. Joe looked at the young girl with hard piercing eyes. He was massively built, but his shaven head was stubble, and his face showed how long he was in the streets. Here chickee... here here chickee... chick chick... The other's voices were emerging from the shadows, their faces still unseen in the darkness of the alley. How many of them were there? They lingered like spectral entities, hanging around this alley like some unseen ghosts. Chick chick chick... they clattered. But another tug to the arm was the immediate threat. His other hand crawled down her jacket like an disgusting bug, fingers pressing against her as if it were naked flesh. Whatcha doing here, huh? Wanna do some modelling for me?