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As Requested: Power Job by Jeezits (HJ, Fm, MF, Oral) Anonymous 16/09/25(Sun)16:12 No. 24688 ID: 74560a [Reply]

In request thread someone asked for this story.

To my surprise, I had a copy. I don't know if it's complete or if I just saved part of it. Still, I guess you lucked out. Seriously, anon, do you know what an unexpected set of coincidences led me to me having what may be the only copy of this story left? Probably not. But take it from me, it's unexpected even to me.

Power Job (HJ, Fm, MF, Oral)

“Oh no, not now,” Kara muttered under her breath. She peered through the door of her apartment. “Atlee, I gotta deal with something, can you take off?”

“Sure thing Pee Gee,” Terra said.

“I’m sorry, really. Meet you for that thing later?”

“Later, right...” Atlee said with a nervous smile and hopped out the window to a waiting floating pile of rocks. Kara frowned, then shrugged and turned to the door.

She opened it to find a short boy of about fourteen with curly red hair. He sported a Green Lantern t-shirt, and had his hands stuffed in a puffy red jacket almost certainly chosen to mask his thin frame.
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Anonymous 16/10/05(Wed)10:39 No. 24703 ID: b44330

Oh man, this is amazing! Thanks so much for posting this! I managed to track down a copy myself about a year ago but when I transferred computers recently it somehow got lost in the clutter. Thought I would never see it again.




Hello? Anonymous 16/10/02(Sun)14:28 No. 24696 ID: 121db7 [Reply]

Hey, did this board die hen I wasn't looking?


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Anonymous 16/10/02(Sun)15:15 No. 24697 ID: 75c683

You realize this could be conducted with out looking at the time stamps of the most relevant posts? You don't need to shit up the board with this post.


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Anonymous 16/10/02(Sun)20:38 No. 24698 ID: 121db7

>>24697
Man there hasn't been a post here in a full week, I was just making sure this board hadn't entirely croaked.


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Anonymous 16/10/05(Wed)02:50 No. 24702 ID: bcfa22

Need more necromancers imo




Spanking story - The Girl From Soho Square Abel 16/09/19(Mon)09:58 No. 24682 ID: a1d439 [Reply]

THE GIRL FROM SOHO SQUARE

By Abel Jenkins - more at http://www.spankingwriters.com/stories


She wouldn't know, of course. No comprehension whatsoever of what was to come. Just a straightforward text message on her small red Nokia, as with all of her other instructions. 'Bloomsbury Crescent Hotel, Room 438. Full co-operation required. Overnight.'

Had she shivered when she'd heard the phone's bleep? Looked up from the park bench, around the green London square in which Alexander made her wait for her orders, wondering if anyone realised? Or was she used to it, by now?

Of course, the receipt of a message might even have come as a relief. I knew some of Alexander's methods by now. How girls whose services weren't requested by clients on any particular evening were used. Taught a lesson, one might say, in the benefits of ensuring repeat business, regular income. Taught a lesson in Alexander's office, in Alexander's inimitable manner. Some might level accusations of perversion at me, but the requests – or rather demands – which he made seemed to me far more humiliating for the girls, and far more perverse.

It must be two years now since Alexander and I had first met. Well, not 'met', as such. Spoken. Transacted. He and I had never actually had the pleasure of a face-to-face appointment. But we'd had enough conversations – and I'd heard enough of his practices (or should that be 'mis-practices') from sobbing girls – to realise that they lived in near-perpetual fear of his methods and his wrath.

And I was part of that fear.

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Flash fiction smut Tiktok 16/09/15(Thu)11:45 No. 24677 ID: a4bd7b [Reply]

MMMF, dp, anal, rough sex,

“I do.” She closed her eyes as Alex kissed her lovingly, his hands caressing the curves of the corset that hugged her mid-back, pulling her close. She was so lost in the sensuality of the moment that she hardly noticed when his hands rounded over the pleated lace of her gown, gripping her toned bottom firmly and pressing her pelvis into his. She opened her mouth just slightly, smiling blissfully as they ended their kiss, only to have his lips press against hers again more firmly, his tongue taking advantage of her open mouth. Neither shock nor surprise registered as his caressing hands now gripped her ass firmly, lifting her off the ground and into him. She gasped and let loose an unexpected moan, lifting her eyes skyward as he pressed his mouth hungrily to her exposed neck. She cast a sidelong glance at the public witness sitting in the front row. What had his name been again? Brad? Brady? Her mind had narrowed to the sensations gripping her body and she couldn’t remember. Their eyes locked as he was rising from his seat and she could feel that it didn’t matter at the moment. The sweeping folds of her gown allowed just enough movement for her bent knees to grip Alex’s sides as he turned and set her on the altar. He laid her back, his mouth still pressed to her neck, as his hands slid out from beneath her and began to pluck at the strings holding her corset tight. Her world inverted as her head hung partially off of the table. Her mouth hung slightly agape and her eyes unfocused as she latched onto the feelings that pulsed through the flesh of her tight body. Cool air raised goose bumps beneath her satin thigh-high leggings as strong hands lifted her legs just behind the knee, immediately contrasted as hot breath pushed through the thin lace of her panties. She sighed and gripped the edge of the altar as warm kisses pressed through the thin material, moistening her quickly swelling vulva. She closed her eyes as her lips formed to the “oh” that escaped her mouth. Alex’s deft hands finished their task and her generous breasts tingled as they were exposed. His mouth found the hardening nipple of her right breast as his hand found the other, tweaking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh. She didn’t notice the officiant’s presence until the flesh his cock touched her gaping lips. Instinctively her tongue flicked at the tip of it, readying it to move deeper. She swirled her tongue until her mouth was so full that there wasn’t room to do so anymore, his hard dick pushing her jaw open as it pressed deeper into her. The angle that her hanging head created straightened and lined up her throat, a fact that the cock in her mouth took advantage of. She gagged slightly as it entered her. Fingers ran through her hair and massaged her scalp as the man at her head, Pastor, she decided to call him, began to steadily piston his hips.
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Total Immersion Fair Experience Anonymous 16/09/10(Sat)00:45 No. 24670 ID: e621d8 [Reply]

Carl loved his current gig. He had worked many fair attractions over
the years, but this was by far his favorite. While not as popular as the
iconic 'house of horrors', the 'high tech encounter' brought in a respectable
number of gawkers, and quite unexpectedly offered undreamed-of opportunities.

This attraction featured gadgets with tactile feedback, virtual reality
booths, remote-controlled robots, and all manner of high-tech devices.
In addition to working the public, Carl also designed and tweaked some of the
gadgets. Being given a budget to create his own devices was a dream come true.
And given the nature of his dreams, the result was rather extraordinary.

He had constructed the framework for an exoskeleton, capable of being worn
by a moderately-sized adult, adjustable to older children as well. The sparse
framework had some 3D-printed gingerbread to enhance the coolness factor,
but otherwise there were no broad panels attached, just the minimal scaffolding.
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Omelas 2: Stolen Sacrifice tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 15/09/13(Sun)04:40 No. 23831 ID: 2700cc [Reply]

Not every mother was willing to let her daughter be chosen by a creature for the purpose of being raped and killed. Quinn's mother, Merci, listened to the screams of the last victim for three years, trembling at the high-pitched sounds of terror while holding her daughter who was chosen to be the next one.

So, in the middle of the night, Merci packed up her family and fled the Ring Villages to save her daughter. But, there were other creatures out there, ones with their Omelas, and they were forced to continue fleeing until they came to a former barbarian city, The Mountain Cunt, and where Quinn could finally grow up without fear of the creature from the Bordeli Forest.

But, it was hard for Quinn to fight her nature. She was an Omelas, even if she didn't know it.

This is an erotic novella with all the important things I like in my stories: a sexy woman, a destiny that couldn't be denied, threesomes, huge cocks, tentacles, oviposition, non-consensual tentacles, more tentacles, and fuck, let's add more tentacles.


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Chapter 15: Inadequate (?/f oral anal bd nc tort tent) tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 16/08/24(Wed)09:30 No. 24630 ID: 2700cc

A wave of nausea flooded through Quinn. She groaned, her throat vibrating but no air rushing past to make a noise. A steady headache pulsed in her head, adding to her discomfort and the torture of being stuffed to her limits, suffocating, and the fluttering in her lungs. She rolled her head to the side, wishing she could throw up but nothing came out of her surging stomach.

Each cough wracked her body. She needed to expel the pressure in her lungs, but her body refused to stop. Instead, it tore at her muscles as it tried repeatedly, many times a second. It was hopeless and unstoppable, a torture.

She was starving. She didn't know how long the eggs were inside her but her stomach grumbled with need and the headache continued to pulse in her head. She opened her mouth and drew in a gulp of sea water but the salt didn't parch her thirst or sate the need.

(Weak.)

Quinn shuddered at the powerful thought that ripped through her mind. She tried to respond, to find the words, but no noise came out of her mouth.

(Your body weak. Unable to survive to breed.)

Unable to do anything, she mouthed "I'm sorry." She wanted to say more, but she lost herself in a round of coughing as the wiggling tickled at her sanity. She couldn't focus on anything happening to her body, there were too many things and it was getting hard to concentrate.

(Feed.)
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Chapter 16: Birthing (?/F birth tort) tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 16/08/31(Wed)17:15 No. 24658 ID: 2700cc

Quinn didn't remember when the tendrils had attached to her breasts, but the gentle sucking was an added pleasure to her tortures. Every second, they would suck at her breasts and her body clenched. And then there was a squirt and the pressure relaxed. It was rhythm and pleasurable, a tickle against her senses that matched with the constant coiling in her pussy and the ripples escaping her asshole.

The pleasure warred with the agony. The squirming in her lungs never ceased, her coughs and gagging never ended. The pressure in her womb only increased, grinding against her senses and swelling her until she was ready to pop.

In the last... she couldn't keep track of time. It felt like days, she could feel the eggs slipping against her destroyed cervix, slipping past only to be pushed back in by the coiled tendril in her cunt. The constant passing scraped over the ruined opening had destroyed any chance of it recovering. The exposed nerves never stopped burning though, and she shuddered with the agonizing movement that conflicted with the pleasure.

There was nothing else in her life. No intellectual discussions, no arguments with parents, nothing. Just alone with her pleasure and pain, bobbing in the darkness of some terrible beast.

Quinn slipped in and out of unconsciousness, following the rhythm of her body but no longer caring about anything. She was being bred, there was nothing she could do about it. Her body was made for it, to be abused and violated. Even with the agony, she felt herself smiling to herself as she enjoyed the fulfillment of her purpose.

And then something changed.

One moment, she was bobbing in the water and the next the tendril stuffing her cunt was slipping out. It had been a long time since she remembered how it felt and the shock of having the muscular length slipping out sent an intense wave of pleasure coursing through her body.

Before, the muscles of her cunt would tighten in reflex, but they were long ruined. Her opening gaped as she felt the cold water rushing in, filling her up and against the egg trying to escape.
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Chapter 17: Barratt [Final] tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 16/09/06(Tue)19:54 No. 24666 ID: 2700cc

Barratt of the Bordeli Forest stormed along the path of some horrid ocean bay. He heard it was called the Cunt and he could see that from the city at the end of the bay and the two sides that lead to a sheltered opening at the base. It would have been amusing if he hadn't been traveling for the last few months in furious anger.

In his hand, he carried the head of the freshly decapitated Pieter and the shrunken one of Klaus, the mayor of the Nissar, one of the villages he protected. Blood trailed behind him, marking his path, but he didn't care.

He could smell the warriors rushing behind him. They had attacked three times now and he fought each one off without breaking a sweat. Electricity coursed along his furry arms and body. More of it sparkled along the barbs of his immense, misshapen cock that dangled between his legs. He was naked, but clothes were for weak humans that needed monsters to protect them.

He could smell his Omelas. Her cunt juices were in the air though the smell was at least a year old. But, he would find her. He would find her and bring her back after slaughtering whatever remained of her family. He promised her parents that if they ran, he would hunt them down, rape, and then kill them. And Barratt kept his promises when he had to wait nineteen years for his payment.

He reached an outcropping of the rock and continued along. But only a few meters beyond it, the smell faded. Turning around, he padded to the outcropping and looked down.

The smell of his cunt was down there but he couldn't see how she survived. It was a cliff that ended in rocks that were hammered by the ocean. There was no shelter, no scent. It was the smell of year old pussy juice, not a fresh cunt of his Omelas.

A growl shook in his chest and he pulled back his lips. He was going to kill someone. Turning slowly, he regarded the hundred men and women who followed him. They were prepared for battle, but they were obviously terrified of him.

He snarled at them. Somehow, they were responsible for his cunt's death and he would be damned if he wasn't going to take his revenge out on the weak humans that cowered in this city. They ruined his Omelas and it would be decades before he could have another one capable of taking his misshapen cock and electricity without dying instantly.
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Harley's story Storyteller95 16/08/21(Sun)08:00 No. 24622 ID: 453291 [Reply]

The story begins in the second post, both because I'm not sure how long a single post can be and so people can easily skip past all the disclaimers and stuff in this non-story post and get straight to the story if they want.

I know I've got people waiting for more in my Tales from the Youth Offender Restitution Program story. Right now I'm trying to decide if something should happen in the showers or if I should just gloss over the showers and breakfast and skip to Katy's first day working. In the mean time I started working on another story idea I had mentioned before. One about a young runaway named Harley. This story can be considered complete after the finish of the first sex scene, but if people enjoy it the story could continue with further occurrences in young Harley's life on the streets.

The story codes for this will spoil you on a twist that occurs several paragraphs into the story, on the other hand the twist will not be to everyone's taste so it's up to you if you want to stop reading this before you get to the story codes and skip straight to the story.

Unlike my other story this is set in our current time in the real world. It is not however a true story and no characters are based on any real people living or dead. No one was harmed in the creation of this story. It is a work of fiction and the author does not condone the actions of the characters. Last chance to bail out before the story codes spoil the twist.

The story contains: Prost, viol, NC, Rape, Oral, Anal, Mb, cd.

If it continues beyond the first sex scene it may contain other sexual acts but like my other story will never involve snuff, gore, scat, water sports, or furies.


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Storyteller95 16/08/26(Fri)22:24 No. 24649 ID: b1488a

Anon, the only people who wouldn't know that would be those who skipped the story codes because they didn't want to find out before they read the story and were willing to accept the risk that the twist wouldn't be something they enjoyed.

If the issue is that you did read the codes and didn't understand them then I suggest you familiarize yourself with the commonly used ASSTR story codes. http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/code/scfr.htm

Knowing what those codes mean can prevent you from reading a story that you won't enjoy due to the content. Anyone who read the codes and understood them would have seen it coming long before it was revealed in the story and I'd be surprised if a lot of people wouldn't have anyway.


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Anonymous 16/08/27(Sat)15:01 No. 24651 ID: 6dc048

definitely would like more


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Storyteller95 16/08/31(Wed)09:19 No. 24657 ID: f8b9d9

>>24651

Glad to know someone enjoyed it. New Tales from the Youth Offender Restitution Program first, hopefully before Monday, then we'll see.




Uninvited\UncleRick Listen to Tombs 14/12/07(Sun)07:06 No. 22915 ID: 7e9f2f [Reply]

Mg, noncon, violence

Due to unexpected circumstances, I am currently limited to my phone. Haven't done any extensive writing on my phone, and I made the mistake of trying to switch to a different program for the editing. Turns out I had to switch file formats, which had a number of unforseen odd effects. One of which was the way a random group of sentences in nearly every paragraph was repeated three times.

It was a real pain in the ass to get it back into even this good of shape, it was an enormous pain in the ass doing this on a touchscreen, I didn't really feel up to going over it again for a true editing pass, and I might have even missed quite a few formatting mistakes. Hope you still find some thing to tickle your fantasy.

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My payday was right were he said she'd be, shuffling along the dirt path with downcast eyes. I wondered what tiny troubles burdened her tender, young soul. I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl. It was always a prince they wanted, in my experience. E E Even the whores, and camp followers who were little better, would giggle and whisper behind their hands when the Prince Regent rode past. Didn't matter that he was balding with gap teeth and a weak chin, his clothes were silk and velvet, his chains were gold, and his long legged charger alone was worth more than I'd ever earned, begged, borrowed or stolen in my life.

Sorry little girl, he's not a prince, but you're still quite the lucky young girl. She was younger than I'd been lead to believe, in all honesty, but that was none of my business. The rest of the description fit her to a T, even the parts I'd assumed were exaggeration. The rest of the description fit her to a T, even the parts I'd assumed were exaggeration.

I waited for her to come up the path a bit then jumped out, practically on top of her already, and gave her my best leer. She rabbit ed with a terrified shriek, and I gave chase, doing my best impression of Malcolm the Molester.

Malcolm had been a veteran by the time i joined, and had survived a number of engagements already, though he'd gone more than a little cracked. Back during the seige, when the only things to do were drill, drink, fight, and fuck, he'd choose fuck every time it was an option. When he wasn't fucking, he was talking about it. Almost never talked about anything else. It had become something of a company tradition to wait outside the whores' tent and cheer him on while he hurle Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 16/05/10(Tue)00:43 No. 24256 ID: 781662

>>24091
^ This.


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Anonymous 16/06/19(Sun)09:57 No. 24370 ID: c1c396

>>23058
>January 2015

Life is horrible


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Anonymous 16/08/23(Tue)11:50 No. 24627 ID: 99bb8c

can you just make this a book please, I thought tombs was a total tosser at the beginning, about to just straight up rape some girl, but then I learned Tombs is a genuinely conflicted anti-hero who likes to have threesomes with magic girls and blondes

he's just like us




The Tape Tunderhill 15/04/11(Sat)23:27 No. 23465 ID: 62b1d7 [Reply]

Summary: Summer, a girl in high school, has the perfect life with the perfect boyfriend. One day, she receives a DVD in the mail. On it is her boyfriend dressed as girl and at the mercy of five horny men. Instead of being disgusted...Summer is aroused and gets off. She keeps receiving tapes, but what is happening on them is escalating...and her boyfriend begins to change.

Contains: M/M/M/M/M, M/M, forced feminization, cosplay, mind-break, drugs toys, rape, anal, creampie, domination/submission, crossdressing, prostitution, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sadism, bondage, masochism, male solo, female solo, (later) M/F

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!? WHY DID I WRITE THIS!? WHY DID I THINK OF THIS!? Probably because I'm a sick fuck. Well, while I'm still not in prison, you guys can enjoy this.

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Chapter 1

Summer, a teenage girl, was sitting on a blanket in the park. It was a lovely day for a picnic. The birds were chirping and sun was bright. A pleasant breeze blew around her, making Summer sniff at the warm air. She smiled and sighed back out. Most teenagers her age were discontent, angry, and unhappy. She was the opposite. She was perfectly content. She had parents that let her be free, she made good grades, she had friends who adored her, and she had a boyfriend who was sensitive, nice, and liked the things she liked. Her life was perfect, almost in every way. She just sat back and enjoyed it all.

“Sorry about that!” said a gentle voice behind her. Summer turned and grinned.

“It's alright Adam, I don't mind.” she said. Her boyfriend Adam sat beside her on the blanket. Summer and Adam, along with Adam's older brother, had met each other on the first day of elementary school. They had been inseparable since. Adam wasn't the stud of the school, far from it. He was small, but very handsome. He had soft, curling hair, fair skin and pretty blue eyes. Some of the other girls at school thought he had that boy-band look. It didn't matter what they thought however. Adam and Summer had always had a thing for each other, even from an early age. They liked the exact same things. They had the same taste in clothes, art, and music. The other guys might make fun of him for not being the manliest of men, but he was just perfect for Summer.
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Tunderhill 15/05/20(Wed)04:15 No. 23585 ID: 62b1d7

>>23580

That is actually a really good idea. I wish I had thought of it. However, I have this story planned out already. This entire story is set up to have an unexpected twist (unexpected ending). I like your idea, and I may do something like it in the future. I appreciate you reading this.


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Anonymous 15/07/18(Sat)06:37 No. 23743 ID: 7fa804

Bump!


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Anonymous 16/08/20(Sat)03:47 No. 24620 ID: 796b21

I'm really sad to have seen this die.




Celty X Shinra erotic story Anonymous 16/08/19(Fri)06:15 No. 24585 ID: 90eb76 [Reply]

Hello anons, I am here to share an erotic story I am writing. I will do it in pieces, to be presented back to back within the same day. I am a new writer, so I hope that the quality is adequate, and lives up to your expectations as a reader.

Chapter 1:
The sun sets on Ikebukuro, the time is 5:30pm. The sky ignites with a palate of orange, pink, and red shining luminously. The large, towering edifices of the city soften against the natural light. Shinra exits his car in the apartment complex's designated underground parking spot. He wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead and mutters under his breathe with a grimace "I hate last minute plastic surgery jobs, the supplies are too little, and there are always people rushing me through the procedure". The life of an underground doctor, or "mob doctor", is not an easy one. However this doctor soars through the tribulations he faces with a kind of ease that is not oft found. This doctor has something that he wakes up for each morning.

As sure as the sun dawns on a new day, his will and resolve is set ablaze by the flame of love that burns inside him. Since the day he met Celty, he knew what he must do, but any means necessary he will make sure to provide for her and keep her secure. Celty is no maiden though, for she reciprocates this favor with her motorcycle delivery service, whether Shinra would have it or not. Shinra tucks the days payment into his lab coat and exits the car, pausing briefly before locking it. The shiny white coat of paint reflects the industrial lighting of the parking lot. The Mercedes-Benz CLS550 sits with a dignified poise in his designated parking spot, "there are some benefits to being an underground doctor" he thinks to himself.

Shinra's favorite part of the day is in sight, coming home to his Celty-san. He smiles as he picks up pace towards the apartment the two share together on the 13th floor. He smiles in anticipation at Celty's greeting. This is the part of the day he enjoys the most. When returning from a long day of work, Celty always makes sure to prepare something in advanced for his return home, and lends a sympathetic ear towards the day's difficulties. Shinra actually does not mind the difficulties of his work, however he is sure to play them up upon returning home, for he yearns for Celty's maternal affections.


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Anonymous 16/08/19(Fri)08:29 No. 24589 ID: 90eb76

Chapter 1 Cont.:

Celty removes Shinra's underwear impatiently and re-absorbs the shadowy cloth covering his mouth. "Celty, please" he lets out weakly. Tendrils begin to spill out from her body. First wrapping themselves gently around his penis, the sensation makes him feel as if his member is submerged in the softest pool of warm puddy then he has ever felt, he shudders. More tendrils begin to wrap around him, one against his left ear, around the sensitive part where the ear canal opening is found. Another strokes his inner thigh gently. One pats the side of his neck and top of his shoulder. His arms reach out for her embrace. She grabs him roughly and sets his body erect, leaning against hers on top of the soft bed. He pulls against Celty's hips so that they sit pressed up against each other completely parallel. He groans "Celty..." as she holds his back firmly and rubs against him. Her tendrils start to vibrate gently and wrap tighter. His heart skips a beat as her embrace wraps completely around his body. She starts using her bodily extensions to rub his cock and erogenous zones slowly. Two additional tendrils jet out and begin to rub her own pussy as well. "C-Celty, do you feel good?" Shinra asks as he basks in the sensation. He couldn't possible imagine her feeling as good as he does right now. She nods and begins quickening pace, a cloud of shadow entering and exiting her neck in a pulsating fashion.

Celty's pace quickened as her excitement grew. "I-I can't take it anymore Celty, I'm going to come!" Shinra let out abruptly. The sensation of Celty wrapping around him is too much, he can't last very long like this. Celty tightens her grip on Shinra. The force of her grip is moderately painful, her muscles clinch as she finds herself getting closer to release. Shinra lets out a heavy breathe as he reaches climax. The movements of Celty's tendrils stiffen and she rubs against the bottom of his head. He moans as the cum is practically milked from him. Celty's tendrils start rubbing herself frantically, her climax coming to as she feels Shinra's hot semen spill against her stomach. A cloud of shadow bursts outward and fills the room as Celty reaches climax. Shinra leans in and kisses her neck affectionately. Their grasp slowly loosens, leaving Celty laying on the bed limply, her mind swallowed whole by the force of her own orgasmic state.

Shinra smiles at this sight, he can always tell when Celty's heart is in it. Whenever she reaches exhaustion like that, he knows that she found a lot of pleasure in their sex. He sits for a moment just enjoying the sight of her, laying in pleasure with his semen spilled on her little stomach. There is no sight in the world Shinra would rather be gazing upon. Celty sits, covers herself shyly, and grabs her phone "What are you looking at?" she types. "You" Shinra Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 16/08/19(Fri)08:31 No. 24590 ID: 90eb76

Fin


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Anonymous 16/08/21(Sun)08:41 No. 24624 ID: 0cf92e

Nice tags.




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