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Implant (tags: tentacle(s), f/f, f/m, science fiction) Rachael Avarie!!IuBGZ0LmOz 12/10/10(Wed)15:56 No. 17365 ID: 4c9640 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

I re-read a story I wrote some time ago. Then I decided to write some more. If this post's format screws up on 7chan then I apologize, this is my first time posting here.

Since some people may want or need to track this story or other stories I may post, I’ll go by the pen name "Rachael Avarie" here rather than Anonymous. This is the first story/writing I’m sharing with the world, so feedback is especially appreciated.

I considered writing this in first person, but I may be switching point of views, so I’ll stick with third person. I’ll also be writing with spacing between paragraphs because I’m not sure if websites such as this will allow for tab indentation. I’ll leave no line spaces between multiple quotes except between some extra large paragraphs, and will merely use a double star ** to indicate a new speaker, as necessary. Double inverted commas indicate speech; single inverted commas indicate thought, normally. Now although this story is rated as science fiction, I’ve made an effort to make it seem as realistic as possible. I’ve tried to make the character reactions to the unnatural as accurate as a real person’s reaction would be, though at points I’ve had to tone it down to forgo to write too much “gasp, shock, horror, ugh!” character reactions. Hints: the first chapter isn’t very erotic, but the second chapter will have scenes that, hopefully, ‘deliver’ (if you know what I mean ;)

Splurb: Julia is an ordinary 17-year-old girl. She gets implanted with a biological creature that attaches itself to her and starts growing. Don’t want to put too many spoilers here otherwise.

Tags: tentacle(s), f/f, f/m, science fiction


Chapter 1

Tuesday, school was out. Julia Sharinotte hated this walk home. That wasn’t to say it was sleazy, nor impossibly far, but something seemed off about one particular building. She’d be damned if she was going to walk around the block, however. Julia walked swiftly, ignoring the sights and the smells around her. Her mother was a quarter Japanese, though they’d all been born in the US. She considered herself an average girl, definitely of average height, though prettier than average, with long dirty-blonde hair, pale blue-green eyes. Her face had a touch of freckles, and she had B-cups, wrapped onto a slender, 17-year old frame. Her best friend certainly didn’t consider her average; she was always gushing about how gorgeous she was, about how unfair it was that she didn’t have to wear makeup. Oh Julia wore makeup, the tiniest amount she considered healthy, but she hated eyeliner. In her opinion, it destroyed a person’s face, more often than not.

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Anonymous 15/07/11(Sat)13:11 No. 23730 ID: aafddf

Will there never be more of this?

I wish there would be some more.

Sadly its been a long time, Im quite suprized it's still here...


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Anonymous 15/08/13(Thu)16:57 No. 23796 ID: f9dfab

I'd almost given up hope, after the long break from August last year to May this year, but so pleased to see the two (relatively) recent updates. To be honest, the erotic elements are just (welcome!) bonuses as for me the story stands up even without them, so please do continue - I assure you your efforts are very much appreciated!


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Anonymous 16/05/17(Tue)05:47 No. 24268 ID: bd5804

Back to the tip!




Ongoing Story: Ongoing. Continuation from EditThis and Adultstories.com Anonymous 16/05/14(Sat)04:47 No. 24260 ID: 0c5169 [Reply]

Long ago there was a hunk of community elit called, simply, original story.

That got preserved on editthis.info as Ongoing story.

I found someone updating and preserving it, so I'm reposting here with permission. They don't want to keep writing it alone, though, so want to see other people contributing sidestories, full chapters, or whatever. It'll inspire them to write more.

Most of this is from a big copy/paste job, but there's new stuff starting in Chapter 14 and at the very end around chapter 37.

spankfic by way of monzetsu, Mgggg

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This is a very raw cut of the longest Male Protagonist story. I added a patch job to fix the mismatch between the first chunk (guy corrupting his sisters) and the second chunk (sisters are already corrupted, and he invites a bunch of his sisters' friends over)

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Anonymous 16/05/14(Sat)04:50 No. 24265 ID: 0c5169

Chapter 11: Teaching Britney

Britney appears in the doorway, her body very still and her muscles tensed as she looks at you with apprehension.

"Britney, your sisters have already explained what they were doing. I've concluded that it's ok, given their age it's natural for them to be interested in such things. As a result, I'm not going to tell Mom," you say. Britney's body relaxes noticeably after you say you're not telling, as she slouches against the wall. It seems as though her worry had drained her.

"However..." you say, "I am a little concerned that you were in here with them. Don't worry, I'm not saying anything about this, either," you say as you notice Britney looking worried again, "I just want to know what's going on."

"Well," Britney says, "It's just that... lately... I've been thinking about boys differently than I used to. It started right after my... you know... boobies started growing." As she says this, she unconsciously looks down at her breasts, which started growing about 2 months ago and look to be at the large end of B-cup, pretty big for a 10 year old.

"I don't know why, I just started noticing that some boys are good-looking, and some aren't, and I started thinking about... well... how they might look naked... I mean, I have some idea, but I'd never actually seen one of them before. I started thinking about sex, which I sort of knew was what happened when a boy puts his... thing... into my... thing. And I have this weird feeling sometimes... lately all the time... in my thing. I just don't know how to get rid of it. When I came in, Megan and Maddie were giggling, and I asked what they were doing, and Megan said they were talking about sex. I asked if I could see, because I thought maybe I could learn about what's going on with me. A lot of the stuff they wrote didn't really make sense, but it made that feeling I told you about a lot stronger. And then when it was really getting bad, you walked in. You told me to leave, and I wanted to say something, but I was just so embarrassed that all I could do was giggle and leave."

"Well," you say, "This certainly does seem like a problem. Not a serious problem, and certainly nothing to be embarrassed about. And it's certainly a problem that is easily solved."

You sit down on Megan's bed, and gesture to Britney. "Britney, I want you to come over here and sit on my lap for a minute." She happily complies, not stopping for an instant to question her big brother. "Now," you say as she sits down and you put your arm around her, resting it on her young, barely developed ass, "I'm going to explain to you everything that's happening to you."
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Anonymous 16/05/14(Sat)04:51 No. 24266 ID: 0c5169

**Original content**

Chapter 14: Teaching her body to worship your cock

"I think that would be just fine, Britney, but you should finish taking off my boxers as you do it, it's a tight fit through the front," you say, smiling at her and her wide eyes. She briefly breaks off from staring at your cock to look up at you, and blushes at the attention.

Her two hands can barely go all the way around it, and you enjoy the feeling of her small fingers moving along the veins as they slowly travel up to your boxers. Of course, as she moves her hands, she has to slowly inch closer until your cock is almost right in front of her mouth. You can practically see her nostril's flare as she takes in the scent of you, and slowly and gently bends your cock downwards so she can try to slip your boxers down. She only really gets it halfway down before your cock snaps up and smacks her under the chin, making her startle as Megan and Maddie giggle behind her.

"Here, I'll tilt him hips a little bit, and you can try again," you say, and she nods again, a bit of precum now on her chin. She ends up having to come along side you as she manages to stretch your boxers down over your ass, then down your legs, until your cock is free and you're standing naked. Her hands drift over your member and you feel her body pressing into your leg, her head leaning into your side as she gets lost in feeling it.

"Why don't you let me?" you ask, and you turn a little until your cock is resting against her neck and shoulder, her face nuzzled into your lower abdominals. She instinctively begins kissing you as you slowly drag your cock across her perfectly smooth skin. you angle yourself slightly and press your footlong penis across her entire collarbone, gently bending your knees to drag it down along her body until it presses atop her two perky breasts, flattening them slightly, until you grab the based of your cock and maneuver it on and past her hard nipples. She jumps, at the sudden, intense stimulation.

"You like that? Gently take it and run it over your breasts. Your breasts are sensitive, and good to be used for pleasure," you say.

She presses herself into you as one hand tries to massage your massive glans and the other moves up and down your shaft, playing with her breasts with your cock. Her breasts, large on her tiny frame, bounce each time. She stops only when she actually notices the fresh flow of precum you're producing.
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Anonymous 16/05/14(Sat)04:51 No. 24267 ID: 0c5169

More later. Especially if people contribute.




Happy Summer Days Fanny Dewdrop 16/05/13(Fri)06:26 No. 24258 ID: 8b2e66 [Reply]

I'm experimenting with a new written art form that captures the fun and spirit of hentai using just the written word.

This particular story is based on the 2007 manga titled Natsuyasumi by Ponzu. It happens to be loli-shota, however.

I would greatly appreciate your feedback to the following:

Quality (1-poor to 5-great):

Fapability (1-didn't want to fap to 5-had to fap):

If you fapped:
Cumability (1-didn't cum to 5-came like an elephant):

Verbal Sound Effects (Wanted More | About Right | Wanted Less):

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Happy Summer Days Fanny+Dewdrop 16/05/13(Fri)06:28 No. 24259 ID: 8b2e66

Happy Summer Days

By Straight Shooter

Based on the 2007 manga titled Natsuyasumi by Ponzu (English translation by Shouta-kun)



It's early afternoon on a hot summer day. Far out in the country, a young girl walks along a dirt road with a lunch bag and drawing board slung over one shoulder. She's wearing a short pink summer dress with purple polka-dots.

Enjoying the sights and sounds of nature, she approaches a covered bus stop along the side of the road. This is the place where she and her boyfriend Dane have agreed to meet.

Just as she gets to it, she hears a young voice complain from within.

"It's so hot…"
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Monster Girl. The Clockwork Corpse!!L5LwZ1LmIz 13/01/02(Wed)07:01 No. 18001 ID: 7a73e9 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Look, no time to explain, but here.

https://7chan.org/d/res/38409.html#i38409

Now this.

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The first thing he became aware of was the sounds. Rhythmic, aquatic, the lapping and crashing of ocean waves. Such sounds, though as soothing and nostalgic as they were, were not the same sounds he was supposed to be hearing. Then came the pain. Sharp, stabbing, burning. Then came the light. The bright, blinding light. A sun. With a groan he tried to pick himself up, his whole body screaming out in protest as he forced himself to his hands and knees. Through clouded vision he stared at the sand beneath him, stained red and caked with blood. A small wave of salt water came to wash it away, only to spread it around, the white sands taking a pinkish hue. Willing more strength, he pushed himself up, and finally looked at his surroundings.

A long sandy beach stretched far in both directions, before him a thick green forest. Hissing in pain he looked to his side to see a gruesome wound, still bleeding and covered in sand and sea water. He looked behind him; nothing but a vast and endless ocean. Ever slowly, his mind began to clear, and though still groggy from the pain and unconsciousness, he began to remember. The ship. He was on the ship. He remembered that he was in his quarters catching up on his studies when he heard the alarm blaring over the ship’s intercom. Fear gripped him and he ran to his appointed station, ready either to brace for impact or be jettisoned in an escape pod to safety. The very last thing he remembered was the captain calling over the intercom, though he couldn’t remember what it was he was saying before everything when black and silent.

He once more looked around himself; scattered around where various metallic shards of what was most likely part of the ship, though he really couldn’t tell since nothing really struck him as familiar. But then he returned to the beach and the forest. The ship wasn’t even near any planetary object; in fact last he remembered the ship was in a ‘dead zone’; a large portion of space between planets where communication were limited and pirate attacks were common. Then again, a heavily armed military freighter wasn’t a prime target for pirates, so they couldn’t have been attacked. But, then, where was he? Is he, dead? This place was beautiful and he did thought he was in heaven, but then the pain in his side changed that thought. He can’t be in hell; where was all the fire, the screaming souls of the damned? Was he in the in-between? Limbo? He didn’t know, but nonetheless he couldn’t stay here.

Basic training kicked in, as he forced himself to his feet, ignoring the pain in his side, and stumbled for the tree line. He quickly became aware of his current wellbeing. A few cuts and bruises here and there, but aside Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/12/04(Thu)10:56 No. 22902 ID: 289ad7

BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP


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Anonymous 16/05/07(Sat)19:39 No. 24254 ID: 81f838

bump


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Anonymous 16/05/08(Sun)06:43 No. 24255 ID: 62b1d7

>>24254

Are you fucking kidding me? There hasn't been a new chapter in three years. Stop it.




Historcal Erotic nin 16/05/03(Tue)21:57 No. 24241 ID: 910fe5 [Reply]

I've just completed my first erotic novella, and I'd love to get some feedback.

It's available for free on Amazon for a limited. Reviews there are greatly appreciated.

http://www.amazon.com/Fucking-Time-Machine-Titanic-ebook/dp/B01F1AF242

I'll also post the first chapter in a comment below. I'd love any constructive criticism people can give. I'll return the favor on other boards. There are really some talent writers here.

Thanks!

Book description:

College roommates, Chuck and Sam are best friends and kind of an odd couple. Chuck is a physics major and a big nerd. Sam is the opposite, a lacrosse-playing ladies' man with sexy muscles.

After drinking magic mushroom tea at a hippie sex party, Chuck has a dream that he is fucking a beautiful blue skinned alien with hypnotic eyes and tits to die for. When he wakes up he has new insight into the physics behind quantum mechanics and time travel.
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ch. 1 The Fucking Time Machine and the Titanic nin 16/05/03(Tue)21:59 No. 24242 ID: 910fe5

1. Purple Panties, Again

There was a purple pair of panties hung on the doorknob when Chuck returned to his dorm room. Not this again, he thought. It seemed like every night now he was forced to sit in the stuffy dorm common room for hours while his roommate Sam loudly banged a new hot little freshmen piece of ass.
Chuck was already exhausted from a marathon study session at the campus library. Finals were coming up, and between his senior project and preparing for tests he wasn't getting enough sleep as it was, let alone all the nights he spent trying to curl up on the uncomfortable furniture in the common room listening to some cheerleader moan down the hall.
He held his head to the door. He couldn't hear anything at first. Usually there was loud moaning or a squeaky bed and sometimes a quick soft slapping sound.
Just as he was about to knock on the door he could hear a muffled female voice:
“Pack the bong and take off your pants.”
Chuck didn't smoke weed and didn't get any action. He was a very talented student and took his school work very seriously. He often reflected that even if he were interested in the types of girls who Sam fucked, he certainly wouldn't have the time for it. However that didn't stop Chuck from fantasizing.
He pushed his ear closer to the door. He thought he could hear giggling. What he wouldn't give to be Sam right now. He could hear the water bubbling in the bong and then coughing.
Chuck imagined he was on the other side of the door in Sam's place on the bed with Robyn, a sexy eighteen year-old freshman who Chuck had seen leaving the room on several occasions. Chuck closed his eyes and suddenly Robyn was running her fingers over his stomach. She grabbed a lock of her red hair and tickled his side with it, giggling. He put his hand on her hip and ran it up to her ribs. She shivered and wriggled up against him, her perfectly smooth white skin warm on his legs.
Robyn was the most beautiful girl, Chuck thought, though she had never looked at him twice. She probably didn't even know that Sam had a roommate. Her hair was shoulder length and bright red. Her eyes were a sharp turquoise and glittered with a sexy excitement, almost defiant when she smiled. Her body was perfect, not too thin like some girls. She had nice tits that hung a little and if you were lucky enough to see her without a bra, as Chuck had a couple times when she snuck down their hallway early in the morning, you'd know they were slight banana tits in the best way possible. He imagined her perfect pink conical areolas and freckles on her chest. He was starting to get hard and then he swore he could hear sucking sounds and he was fully erect, wishing more than anything that Robyn was putting her perfect pouty pink lips on his dick. Sam was so lucky.
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Anonymous 16/05/06(Fri)12:54 No. 24249 ID: 362cdd

On Amazon, you use "loose" instead of "lose" in the summary.


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Anonymous 16/05/06(Fri)13:19 No. 24251 ID: 362cdd

>From one such story, Chuck new Robyn was a squirter.
knew

I'd appreciate some more chapters here since I don't have an amazon account.




Canvas Stef 14/11/21(Fri)22:14 No. 22859 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

(mind control, gender change, solo, m/f)

The first time it happened, I didn't know what I was doing.

I hadn't been able to sleep. This wasn't especially abnormal, but usually I'd have to skip a night's rest and then the next day I'd be able to get a few hours in. Enough to feel human.

This was study hall, which amounted to a blow off class for most of us. I was going on 72 hours without any shuteye and while the girls in front of me were playing a card game and the football guys were talking about freshman girls in the corner behind me, I was resting my head on my arms and trying to count some sheep.

I had been becoming more and more serious in art class over the last few years and now that I was a senior, art had become my calling. The teacher had let me move from pencils to colored pencils to paint by the time I was a sophomore and I was a regular in highschool art exhibitions now. This got me out of P.E. and needing fine arts credits and with most of my serious classes done now, I could use art class as an excuse to get half days when I wanted them.

The lack of sleep was beginning to affect my work, though, so I slowed my breathing and ignored the noise everyone was making in an attempt to get some of that back. My social life was basically nil due to what my doctor said might be a rare form of autism. I find it hard to meet people, and my sex drive suffers from the antidepressants. Painting really is all I have, most days.

Sleep came over me like it usually did, a fickle thing that came when I was at the breaking point. Sometimes, due to my restlessness, I have what they call lucid dreams. Sitting in studyhall, I was aware that I was asleep, but still cognizant enough to know that I was sleeping. Most of my rest is that way.

This time, everything was even more vivid than usual. I could actually see the girls there having a conversation. I moved over to them, looking over my shoulder to see myself sleeping still. A haze hung over the classroom, like they were playing cards in a burning building. Somewhere, in a dense bank of black clouds in the corner, I could hear the football players laughing about something.
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Anonymous 15/07/01(Wed)02:07 No. 23705 ID: 03d35c

I just really enjoy the entire thing


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Anonymous 16/03/01(Tue)15:31 No. 24138 ID: f7b914

would like this to be continued


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Anonymous 16/04/29(Fri)07:02 No. 24233 ID: cd9818

Such a good concept,dont stop now!




FutaFempregger 15/03/14(Sat)06:00 No. 23374 ID: d653e8 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hi folks, I've read elit from the chans and elsewhere for awhile, and decided to try writing one myself. This is a repost of what I just wrote on 99chan earlier, just wanted to give it some more exposure, also feel I have a better chance at feedback here, since 7chan's elit seems more active.

Tags with be put up for each chapter, but the overall theme is Futa/Fempreg.

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Tags: (Dick growth, Futa, Solo, Forced, Fempreg)

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Fuuko wasn’t certain why she suddenly felt a chill go up her spine as she stepped away from the old woman who had just been fired from the coffee shop by her boss yesterday, but something definitely was… off. The woman had been fired by Fuuko’s boss for being late for the 4th day in a row, and even after having only worked there for 2 weeks so far, it was abundantly clear that she was never going to work out. Her name was Felicia, and she had applied for the job because her social security wasn't paying her enough, so she needed a source of income to supplement it. She had a weird habit of reading people’s palms at random times of day during slow periods and giving fortunes, and while Fuuko thought she was a really nice woman (and so did many customers) she weirded out Fuuko’s boss too much, and couldn't do her job properly. It all started the day after the woman had been fired, and had come back to say goodbye.

“Fuuko, are you there?” came Felicia’s voice while Fuuko was checking stock. She came out and saw the old woman, and her face lit up. Felicia was fairly frumpy individual, and her age clearly showed in her mid-seventies, but even with her appearance and weird habits she gave off a warm feeling of motherly affection mixed with a little feistiness and spryness stemming from her life experiences. For someone like Fuuko, who whose upbringing in Japan had always been raised to respect her elders, she held her in high regard and they had formed a fast friendship. It’s a shame she lacked proficiency to do her work, although the fact that Fuuko’s boss was going through a mid-life crisis, and she was terrified of looking at anything that remotely reminded her of growing old didn't help matters.

“Hi! I’m sorry about what happened the other day. I hope everything will be alright.”
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Anonymous 15/12/22(Tue)10:53 No. 24048 ID: e0b71e

How is progress?


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Anonymous 16/02/22(Mon)23:48 No. 24126 ID: e1077a

Bump


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Anonymous 16/04/26(Tue)08:49 No. 24224 ID: f759ea

Bump




A Man No More Gamer 09/07/14(Tue)11:02 No. 265 ID: 5ab7b1 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
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Hey guys, I know no one ever reads the opening up here, but this is the first time I've submitted anything to /elit/, so constructive criticism is welcome. I'll post the first two chapters tonight, and try to write them each day or two and have them posted for you guys. Thanks!


A Man No More
[TF, MF, MMF+, FF, slave, etc.]




Chapter 1: Man Up


“Come on, Sam, it’ll be fun, and you need to relax anyway!” My girlfriend was quite stubborn. More so than myself, which means I would end up losing this argument.
“Hun, it’s a salon,” I argued back. “It’s my eighteenth birthday, I don’t think spending it in some fruity salon is what I’ve been waiting years for.” That’s right, Clarissa, my girlfriend, was trying to drag me to some salon and spa for men. She had gone to a salon for her eighteenth birthday two weeks ago, and had it in her head that I would love it too. Obviously, I’m not quite as interested.
“Please, baby? I just want us both to feel perfect.”
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Anonymous 16/04/18(Mon)11:36 No. 24208 ID: af135f

No, and bump.


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HigherMoose 16/04/19(Tue)08:35 No. 24210 ID: 62b1d7

>>24208

You're the cancer that's killing this board.


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Anonymous 16/04/26(Tue)08:49 No. 24223 ID: 0f3d7a

Bump-a-dump.




A dangerous mission Anonymous 16/02/22(Mon)23:32 No. 24125 ID: 749c8f [Reply]

I told myself that I was an assassin.

I had spent all this time getting here, and now all I had to do was push the capsule into his mouth and force him to swallow once Albert left the minister to go downstairs. From there, I could make the escape from the first floor window.

I told myself that I was an assassin.

The vinyl padding on the chair clung to my exposed thighs, as I had already been stripped down to my underwear, a set of matching, mostly see-through red bra and panties with a small amount of lace to accompany them.

I told myself that I was an assassin.

The target’s form was huge and intimidating. As a five foot tall petite blonde woman with a slightly muscular outline, it was clear that he had me beat in strength. There was nothing I would be able to do if it came to a battle of brute force. That was unlikely to happen today, though. The target stood up until I could see him stand at his full height of 6’1” as he began to undue the buckle of his belt. He wasn’t an ugly man, with his primary negative trait being that his hair line was slowly receding due to age. The minister had made a point to keep his body in good shape, and it was paying off for his attractiveness. A square jaw complimented his toned figure and freshly cleaned suit. He undid the button of his pants, slid his finger underneath the elastic of his underwear, and pulled it down, revealing his sizeable member, which was not yet completely erect.

I told myself I was an assassin.

“Well, it ain’t gonna suck itself.” The minister said crudely, not once looking at me since I had come into the room. We were the only two people left here. I smiled in his direction, got up and slowly traced my finger along the rim of his desk as I circled around to him. I stood in front of him and he finally looked at my face, taking my chin between his thumb and index finger. He turned my face left and right before smiling. “Well, we’ve got ourselves quiet the stunner this evening.” I had heard many compliments about my physical beauty before. This was no different. He let my chin go, and I slowly got down on my knees, using the desk to brace myself as I went. I grabbed his member by the base and lifted it up, guiding it into my mouth until my lips had pushed past the head of his penis. My tongue danced forward around his tip, licking him with practiced expertise.
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Anonymous 16/04/24(Sun)08:32 No. 24219 ID: bb57a4

>>24188
OP here. I might continue if it is requested, but I'm working on something else at the moment. If it's requested, I'll probably give it another whirl.


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Anonymous 16/04/24(Sun)10:05 No. 24220 ID: f42afa

Yes we want moar. Also yes another story.


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Anonymous 16/04/24(Sun)15:48 No. 24221 ID: b09c7b

Yeah definitely continue,sounds good




Breaking the Elf Anonymous 16/04/13(Wed)01:09 No. 24194 ID: f5ffc3 [Reply]

(Let's see... bondage, blood, bestiality, nonconsent, mindbreak (sorta), and a teenage boy gets laid. All that aside, I don't actually think this is that extreme. Maybe I'm just fucked up. In any case, you've been warned.)

The elven princess awoke to the sound of a shout in a language she did not understand.

She tried to get up and failed, smacking her face back into the clay with a groan. Aniyra twisted her body and soon realized she was bound in stocks, her wrists and ankles through the same board, her buttocks raised heavenward and her face and breasts pressed into the cold ground. The air blew across her, and that also told her she was naked. She heard the voices again and quickly spoke a spell, a simple one that required no physical component.

"--aye, Keeper." A male voice, youngish, in the midst of travelling to manhood, though not quite there yet. The spell allowed her to understand the strange tongue of the humans, though not to speak it: a minor magic she had memorized as part of her training as a princess of the wood elves. She tried to figure out what was going on: she remembered travelling with her entourage on their way to the Court of the River King. Her mother wished his aid against the savages and, if all had gone as planned, she would have been offered as the King's golden-haired bride, allying their Courts by marriage. There had been a raid by the wild witches, the heretical elves gone to live like the savages and mate with beasts... and then what?

"Don' you take that tone with me lad." A female voice, more mature, though from a guess, not really that much older, even by human standards. Aniyra wracked her brain and seemed to recall that humans reached 'maturity' at twenty cycles. The woman couldn't be much older than that, the boy perhaps five less. "Now is she 'wake or is she not?"

A dark-haired boy in a rough tunic and pants, not yet fully grown, perhaps not far from her guess of fifteen cycles if her reckoning was correct, came into her view and looked at her face. "Yeh," he said, and got a wadded-up cloth thrown at him for his trouble.

"Cheekier'n a chipmunk," the woman's voice came, and she moved into Aniyra's vision. Red hair, perhaps slightly younger than the 20 cycles the princess had previously estimated, with large breasts and freckles.

"You don't know what you're doing," Aniyra said. The boy stared at her blankly.
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Anonymous 16/04/17(Sun)14:20 No. 24203 ID: 3d7113

awesome, any more?




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