A little comeback of the “Disaster Dads Brotp”, featuring @FidisART ’s Alan and my Roy <3 This comic was inspired by this lovely work of fem!Alan/Alana by Fidi:https://www.instagram.com/p/Bn_pa93B8Ke/?taken-by=fidisart :heart:
So here’s a little comic featuring the dads, which start’s with them somehow casually talking about that one time Roy had a threesome that ended up with his wife somehow getting someone pregnant, which is the origin of his daughter Natasha… which turns out in some experimenting.
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Roy belongs to Me <3
Please do not use or repost this with my or Fidi’s permission
As I've been absolutely terribly unproductive art-wise... have a quick silly little comic/strip about Nala and her terrible habit to not knock on people's doors before entering their rooms... this is not the first time this happened...
Context: Nala has been shipping these two for months.
Oh @brucethespottedhotdog , you think you can just get away with looking at my beautiful birb-boi-friend....Someone needs to know his place.
(this is of course me and my bud Bruce just kidding around and I got permission to draw this xDD)
I wrote this a little NSFW sketch/w.i.p story a while ago inspired by a DnD session I had. This is in no way a finished or well-written piece, but I wanted to try it out once :)
Context: Roy, a half-elf cleric, has been in the Underdark for the last week. When he’s finally almost able to leave, he now finds himself into a Drow-city trying to free a dear friend, who was enslaved by the drow. Roy tried trading for him but the Magistrate wanted something different from him than just a magic item…
((WARNING: Dubcon/Semi-Forced Sex and Bloodplay are featured in this story. I in no way support rape in any sense of the way, this story is based on consensual sexy roleplay and fictional!))
I wrote this a little NSFW sketch/w.i.p story a while ago inspired by a DnD session I had. This is in no way a finished or well-written piece, but I wanted to try it out once :)
Context: Roy, a half-elf cleric, has been in the Underdark for the last week. When he’s finally almost able to leave, he now finds himself into a Drow-city trying to free a dear friend, who was enslaved by the drow. Roy tried trading for him but the Magistrate wanted something different from him than just a magic item...
((WARNING: Dubcon/Semi-Forced Sex and Bloodplay are featured in this story. I in no way support rape in any sense of the way, this story is based on consensual sexy roleplay and fictional!))
After getting directions we found ourselves in the Volea, a kind of temple/church-like structure, where I would be able to get Elijah back if I would have something of value to offer to them in return. First having to earn an audience with the Magistrate by giving them one of the remaining artifacts I owned. Meeting the Magistrate, was an experience where describing it as nerve wrecking would be a severe understatement. She was a tall Drow woman, who had a light gray skin, long white hair which was braided back, she was beautiful in the most intimidating way, someone who radiated dominating might. This woman could kill all of us with the snap of her finger.
She asked for the “leader” of our group and I, somewhat begrudgingly, stepped forward. She took to me to another room, it was large with several open windows, had a large couch against the hind wall with a low table in front of it, 2 guards standing at opposing walls. She sat me down and asked me about my intentions.
I, carefully told her that I had traveled here to get back my friend and offered her one of my most valuable items, a ring in which magic could be stored, in return for Elijah.
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She made a satisfied hum, “This ring, a decent offer indeed, well far from offending at least… however a little ugly though.” The last part of her sentence took me a little by surprise but I managed to squeak out “Heh, It’s not supposed to be fashionable… but I can assure you it works.” She seemed to inspect it a bit and moved it from in between her fingertips into the palm of her hand. I looked at her, trying desperately to get some sort of indication if she was actually pleased with the offer I presented to her.
As soon as she noticed the desperate look in my eyes, she looked straight into them, savoring the aura and gave me a devilish smile.
“It’s not enough, however…” she said nonchalantly. Just before I could say anything, she cut me off by lifting her hand, which startled me a little. “However, I do know something else you can offer me,-- are you familiar with the “Duergar”?”. I nodded, “I’ve sadly had the “pleasure” of meeting them and their ballista before we got here, threw a few from a cliff... ” At that, she laughed, “Are you familiar with the war as well? So much pain, grief, and bloodshed, isn’t it delightful?” I somewhat uncomfortable nodded. “It’s quite boring here, maybe we should bring some of it here…”
At which she stood up from the couch and walked towards a display case, where she grabbed a long curved knife. On edge, I carefully watched how she walked back, slowly with a sly grin on her face.
“Stand up, and hold your hand out.” For a moment I looked at her, ‘was she going to kill me?’… I carefully stood up from the couch and raised my, now shaking, hand.
“Mhmm, the adventurous type, I do prefer those.” After which she grabbed my wrist firmly but steady and slid the blade over my open palm. As I turned away, not daring to look, a pained expression collected on my face, even though the blade was sharp enough to slide through my hand without too much pain or effort, being so aware of being cut made my mind feel hazy. Blood trickled from the blade as she ran over its cutting edge with her own fingers, to collect most of the blood on her thumb and index finger.
She threw away the knife, a sharp clang of it falling on the floor followed. She walked closer to me, a little too close for comfort I guess and looked into my eyes once again before placing her bloodied hand towards my face. Her index and ring finger caressed my cheek, up to down, painting on it a streak of crimson. I was both confused and terrified, not able to move a muscle, so afraid it might insult her. She placed her fingers under my chin, lifted it and moved my head around, almost as she was inspecting me in a way, before giving me another sly smile.
She looked at my neck and noticed my necklace, a key gifted to me by my patron. She motioned me to bend my neck a bit, making it easier to take the necklace off. I muttered a little and gave her a questioning, somewhat confused look. This only seemed to further amuse her, as she moved closer to my face with hers, she looked straight into my eyes with her pupil-less white orbs. For a second I stared back but quickly looked away, adrenaline storming through my body, I was far too anxious to be able to look back at her.
“Don’t you think you are wearing a tad too many clothes.”
She suddenly said with a voice which could be described as both arrogant and teasing. I was completely caught off guard by the brash remark, my cheeks had flushed red and I looked at her wide-eyed.
“Ehm what?!-- Sorry, why?...”
I managed to get out before muttering something completely incomprehensive. I had been looked down upon by the everyone in this city ever since I set food in it- and her, a magistrate nonetheless, being only slightly interested in something like-- “that” with someone like me, would be insane.
Amused she grabbed the collar of my robes, tugged me forward making her lips touch with mine, biting at my lower lip. She put her hand on my chest and pushed me, forcing me back on the couch. Where I sat for a moment, bewildered, before she placed her hand on my throat firmly, pushing me against the back of the couch, her sharp nails digging in the skin of my neck. She forced me to look at her after she confidently climbed on top of me.
“The ring and this other small ‘offer’ I need from you- and you'll get back your friend-- Seems like a fair trade.”
Short of breath, I muttered “… Why would you want this from me?”.
“Like I said we don’t get visitors like you here often, your blood might but mudded, but there is enough elf in you, for you to be useful to me*. Your blood can be easily adapted-- customized so to say.“
Utterly confused, too distracted by the nails planted in my neck and my partially blocked airway, to focus, I tried my best to straighten out my thoughts.
‘What, no I couldn’t, not with her—Is there some way, I could politely decline, maybe flee the city--’.
While I was figuring out my next move, the woman's expression had become stern perhaps impatient.
I glanced quickly at the guard on our left, they seemed completely unfazed by the sudden change in atmosphere. I figured they were not going to be sent away--.
“They if not she could kill me in an instant,-- ‘No’ was not going to be an option and I had to get Elijah back or he’d be killed within hours.’
Hesitantly, I laid one of my hands on the hand wrapped around my neck, I looked away, then at her and asked her;
“If I do this, will you let me live—will you release my friend?”
Smiling, satisfied with my answer, perhaps with my defeated expression, she loosened her grip around my neck and answered;
“We’ll see.”
I looked at her, tried my best to muster a hopeful smile.
Never, would I have thought that I would find myself in such a ridiculous situation, so vile-- almost pornographic, reminding me somewhat of those stupid books I’d find entertaining to read as a teenager. Thank god, this wouldn’t be my first time doing something like this, I really had to try my very best to give her what she wanted or it might be the last time.
I had to make the best out of this.’
She removed her hand from my throat, moved her face close to mine again and carefully pushed my head to the side with her cheek, exposing my neck to her. She started kissing it, following the lines of my neck muscles before biting down on a part just below my ear. I shivered, her teeth were sharper than I had expected and I had to bite back a moan as blood trickled down my neck.
“Do you not know how to please a woman?”
She sternly asked. Hearing this I hastily realized that whilst being in thoughts I had been completely stunned, too worried if I was even allowed to touch her at all. I apologized, took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm myself. I started caressing her back and sides with my hands, desperately searching for a place she finds satisfying. She had started grinding on top of me and had also placed one of her hands on the back of my head, sliding her fingers through my hair.
After she had finished kissing and biting at my neck, giving me a warm sharp sensation whenever she caressed the wounds with her tongue or lips, she retracting herself from my neck allowing me to start kissing her neck and collarbone.
Her mouth, as well as a large part her cheek, was now covered in crimson as well.
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Whilst I was kissing and slowly undressing her, she had torn through most of my robes, revealing my bloodied chest as she had nicked my skin a few times with her sharp nails.
Quite suddenly she lifted herself from my lap, stood in front of me and took off the rest of her robes. She was surprising curvy for an Elf woman, had some good weight on her. Her breasts, perky and nicely proportioned coming closer to me as she guided my face towards them.
I carefully reached with my hands towards them, but she impatiently grabbed my hands and laid them on top of her breasts, squeezing my hands as to let me know I could be a little rougher.
Quite automatically, I cupped her breasts and started kissing them. Her skin gray and soft as velvet felt nice under my hands and lips. She gave out a soft moan as I took one of the ash colored nipples in my mouth, caressed it with my tongue and very carefully nipped at it with my teeth and lower lip.
She grabbed the hair on the top of my head and pulled it back, making me look at her.
She didn’t have to say anything, she wanted more and wanted me to beg her for it.
When she loosened her grip on my hair, I looked down for a moment towards her nether regions, which like the centers of her breasts were a darker gray than the rest of her skin, but unlike them covered with soft white hair.
I tried to sound somewhat pleading as I asked. “Am I allowed to ‘help’ you there--”
“I was waiting for it,” she growled as she tightened the grip on my hair before released me again.
I stood up from the couch and kneeled down as I moved my hands on her upper legs and moved closer to her, kissing her inner thigh but quickly moving up as an impatient sigh fled her lips. I steadily searched a way to comfortably place myself and started softly caressing her slit with my tongue. She tugged at my hair whilst softly moaning as I parted her lips and lapped and sucked at them and the pink nub previously hidden between them. Following her becoming more and more soaked, I choose to carefully slide my index finger and ring into her and starting thrusting slowly up and down with them as she seemed pleased with my decision.
The taste of her and the blood which stained my lips caused by a cut in my lower lip made for an interesting taste and as much as I despise myself for feeling the way I did, I had become much more aroused than I had expected. My mind had become hazy, having been overcome with new sensations and the familiar hot pooling sensation of arousal, below my waist. I tried not to become too distracted by it whilst I tried my best to please her.
As she tugged me away from her again, forming a string of saliva between my lips and hers, she calmly said;
“Enough. Get on your knees, take off the rest of your clothing and sit back on the couch.”
I rubbed my lips with my hand, before readily performing her demand. I took off the remains of my robes, kicked off my shoes, undid my pants’ buttons and dropped them together with my underwear to the ground. I was embarrassed as I revealed my erection to her, before sitting back down on the couch, awaiting her response.
She slyly smiled once again, and after looking me up and down once again she moved on top of me again, softly grinding her wet parts against my throbbing erection. I let out a soft moan as she started kissing me again, licking my lips, nipping at the small wound on my lower lip, swirling her tongue around mine as her warmth and a metallic taste had overcome my senses again.
I had been doing this because I had no other choice, but she had intoxicated me, corrupted me-- I wanted her so bad, it physically hurt.
She pulled away from me as she lifted her hips, lining up her entrance with my erection. She looked at me, her gaze still clear contrasting my own hazed gaze.
“Now Roy, if you don’t fuck me hard later, I am going to be really-- mad.”
She growled as she lowered herself on top of me. My breath getting caught in my throat as my erection disappeared into her soft, warm inside.
I moaned softly before muttering “Oh Fuck..” as I closed my eyes and let the sensation overcome me.
I couldn’t help rocking my hips feeling her soft cheeks landing on my legs and her tightening her muscles each time she engulfed me. She knew what she wanted and was going to get it.
Gods--, I despised her, but she was beautiful, her skin glimmering with sweat and crimson, her soft breasts bouncing up and down as she started riding me, I was supposed to hate this.
Before placing one of her hands on my throat again, she dragged her sharp nails over my arm and leg creating two more cuts, as I sharply exhaled surprised by the sudden sharp pain, she used the moment to slide her blood covered fingers in my mouth, twirling them around my tongue.
“I believe there’s some of your blood on my fingers, you better clean it up.” She said with a clear sadistic undertone as I sucked and licked at her fingers.
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(W.i.P)
We fucked for quite a while, as she let me take on more dominant positions after she got bored of riding me. I got on top of her, coating her and myself with more shades of red as she scratched open my back and made me an even bloodier mess. I would most definitely have fainted if the cuts hadn’t been as shallow as they were.
I finished after we had turned her around on her stomach, me thrusting behind her, pleading if she would please let me come and as she allowed it, I was overcome with relief as I filled her like she had wanted from the start.
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