Aziroth Metrione ZinHRMPH MRRPH MRRMNGH!
If only D&D silence spells were as effective at stopping spellcasters.
Raven deepthroating what is likely a very large horsecock. Because why not? I’m only 8 years late to the party.
Belated birthday gift for SpaceAustralia
Limayra threw a birthday party for Vashjere, and put a bow around her cock as a present. Vashjere looks a little dubious about the gift, but she’s diving in all the same.
Ever the chaste Paladin, Lumia spent her days righting wrongs and chasing back the minions of dark gods. It was not until she found herself in the company of some rather questionable allies that she’d even considered sex. That was something to save for marriage, naturally, as a sacrament to the goddess of motherhood.
But, when she was offered the tiniest bit of cum from the party’s minitaur, as a means of fitting in with her new friends, she allowed herself the tiniest bit of leeway and tried the alluring spunk. Far from the bitter, disgusting flavor she’d imagined, it was intoxicating. The jizz sent electricity through her body and awoke a hunger she never knew she had. She asked for a second taste, then a third, before requesting a whole bottle of the stuff, just to be sure the revitalizing effects were not a fluke or a trick. The bottle had been licked clean before the night was up.
Doubts swirled in her mind. Was this right, to drink the semen of a monster? But the minitaur was so obedient and helpful. And the other girls seemed to enjoy themselves so much pleasing him and suckling at his prodigious member. And besides, it was merely drinking cum, it’s not like she’d lost her virginity. But when the girls asked if she’d like to get her treat right from the source, Lumia agreed with hardly a second thought. The cream was all the sweeter when the beast shot it directly into her mouth, painting her throat white with the drug-like goo.
Lumia felt she had crossed some kind of line… but for the life of her, she couldn’t imagine why she’d put that kind of inhibition on herself in the first place. She nursed from the minitaur’s cock daily, drinking deeper and deeper of his turgid length, until her lips smacked against the ring of his pole, drool seeping down her chin. The other girls didn’t even have to suggest she give her virginity to the minotaur, Lumia surrendered it willingly, presenting herself to the beast as a bitch in heat and screaming in ecstasy when his blessed seed filled her belly to overflowing.
Lumia no longer fit in most of her armor, but she didn’t mind. The other girls gave her a thick, beautiful collar, and that was all the clothing she needed.
Bad End commission for kinathis
Excellia, queen of getting fucked by minotaurs, has a pretty high opinion of herself. This leads to getting into situations which might, to most people, be considered “a little out of hand.”
So, when her sons invited a bunch of their friends over, she gladly seduced the lot of them. She was not, perhaps, counting on the virility, endurance, and sheer lust of the youths. In short, she was worked over by nine extremely well-hung boys until she was panting and cumming her brains out before even a single one of them had cum. Delighted by the older woman’s vulnerability, they each took turns writing all over her, sucking at her milky tits or fingering her throbbing clit as they scribbled all over the Slut-Queen’s skin.
Once they had the milfy queen spasming and squealing, they let their first load go, drenching Excellia in a fountain of jizz. Then, they took turns, fucking every hole on her body, busting their nuts on her dusky skin or inside her spunk-thirsty cunt.
Eventually, the boys ran dry and took just a moment to appreciate their handiwork before leaving the slut queen to pass out, drenched in their sticky spoo.
Okay, well, it’s not ACTUALLY the 25th Anniversary of anything, but this is the 25th set of doodles I whip out while Drinking Hard (with a vengeance). In celebration of big number 25, I put some slap-dash colors on things! Oooh. Aaah.
1 - Excellia and Hitomi are having a cow-party, as you can see. Cow parties usually start with some hard fuckin’ and always end up with milk spurting from all the participants, of one sort or the other.
2 - Katherine heard that there was a cowgirl who lactated chocolate milk and couldn’t help herself. Isabella, for her part, thought the little stray could use some proper mothering. It’s Wuv. Twu Wuv.
3 - Everybody’s favorite Orc Slut met up with that Dire-Fox from D&D Bad Ends and was immediately volunteered for the Nature Conservation Effort. Save the endangered Dire-Fox by becoming a breeding bitch for it. Sure, she’s grinning now, but wait till he stuffs that knot in!
4 - Speaking of stuffing it in, here we have Kiro Tamahime making use of Industrial Strength Cum-Dump Brianna. The advantage of having a goo-girl ass is that you can accommodate somebody of Kiro’s girth and size with a minimum of fuss. The downside is that, in the absence of excessive resistance, Kiro’s likely to just pump her whole load directly into your belly, ass-first. Brianna does not seems to appreciate that both of those massive balls are going to be more or less emptied into her relatively soon. Kiro just looks excited to be able to squeeze into jeans, finally.
Due to technical issues beyond my control, there was a 6-hour break in the weekend-long smutty, trap-filled Tomb of Whores adventure/fund raiser I ran. What were the player characters getting up to during the break? Well, we can only guess…
From left to right:
Bastion is Alkahest’s
Melina is Third’s
Azyra is Sinarra’s
Brandy, the busty Yuki-onna, and Milky, the bustier cowgirl, have taken up regular Girl’s Nights, where they get a little excessive with their libations. Thoroughly sloshed, the two decide that, rather than dirty more glasses, it would make the most sense to simply drink their sake right off of Brandy’s body. Because, come on, who hasn’t had that thought when they’re three sheets to the wind? They seem to be enjoying themselves, though probably not half as much as the other patrons at the bar. There goes your reputations as good, sober girls!
Brandy is Chaosis’
Milky is CrimsonInfiltrator’s
The far-flung future has presented our favorite Megalithic Mammaried Flora with some unique challenges. But, Essrayle is nothing if not adaptable. She’s left her constraining bulb behind and generated another pair of arms and a whole host of tentacles. Fertilizer doesn’t pay for itself, so she’s found a job as an exotic dancer, specializing in the hypnotic, wobbling of her verdant spheres. Here we see her warming up for the show. Those familiar with Essy’s brand of dancing know well enough not to sit in the first three rows (helpfully marked as the ‘Splash Zone.’)
Pt. 2 -
… and the climax of the dance. It gets pretty wet from this point on! Audience members who don’t wish to be showered with breastmilk sap are advised to wear some protective coverings.
(The management takes no responsibility if exposure to Essy’s sap causes any of the following: feminization, breast enlargement, quadrupled nipples, uncontrollable lactation, heightened libido, spontaneous tentacle growth, hypnotic states, or total milk addiction.)
Essy is Essrayle’s
"Milk Slave" Bad End -
Rouge the bat finds herself teleported to Mareth (probably a Chaos Control accident) and winds up somewhat indisposed, thanks to the magic of a friendly Sand Witch. Maybe next time you’ll let her turn you into a sandy blonde! Not that she’ll get a “next time,” of course. No self respecting Sand Witch would let a breastmilk-laden slave like Rouge go free. And frankly, those itty bitty wings ain’t gonna cut it with with her freshly filled, ZZZ-cup tits!
(First time I’ve done Sonic porn)
My goodness, it has been quite a while since we had one of these, hasn’t it? A combination of holiday delays and over-cautious PCs had slowed the loss of player characters down to a trickle in Fenoxo’s bi-monthly D&D game. Luckily, a well-timed crit gave us this fun little scene.
The party pillaged the ruined factory, navigating dangers such as rival adventuring parties, death-lasers, and a trigger-happy gun-drone. Exhausted, they began their journey home, only to find plumes of smoke rising from their town! Rushing in, they found that denizens of the woods were attacking! The party did what they could to fight back the invaders, but at the helm of the assault, a bizarre creature calling itself King Narr sat astride a mighty Dire Fox, dispatching the town’s defenders with ease. Fighting her way past flames and wolves, Meyleena engaged the King, only to find herself sorely pressed by the mighty Lord of the Forest. With one blow, Narr laid Meyleena out, knocking the barbarian to the ground, senseless. Heedless of the battle raging all around, King Narr’s steed decided to mount the prostrate woman, filling her with its potent seed and tying the bond with its fearsome knot, to drag her away as a trophy.