Den of Debauchery

Heya, I'm Kate! I'm a 19 year old girl with a dick, a lot of kinks, and a tendency to be horny all the time. I post mostly futa/dickgirl porn, just whatever turns me on :p Feel free to message me, especially if the message is dirty ;p

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[faery-dickgirl]

Awe I just wanna stick my big fat cock in you, make you cum from the force and get you drunk on my sperm, that it'll leave you begging for more of my cum, I'll msg you later on with out the anonymous but damn your tumblr makes me horny

Well now, this is a different sort of ask than the ones people have sent in before. /blushing/ Sounds pretty alright to me, though :p

[subgirlygirl]

Grammar basics, D/s style

A lot: to a great degree or extent; “They had a lot of sex toys and planned to use every single one of them.”

Alot: not a word; “No matter how hard people try to prove otherwise, ‘alot’ is not a word and simply highlights a lack of formal education.”

Allot: to assign as a share or portion; “The owner decided to allot each girl her own quarters while waiting for the auction”; “They were each allotted two minutes on stage to impress the prospective buyers.”

Lots: plural of ‘lot’; a piece of land that is or could be used for building something or for some other purpose; “They said we’d be filming on one of the back lots, but the only thing out there is an old gynecological table and a cart covered with clothespins… oh…”; absolutely not an indicator of quantity or abundance; “Whenever I hear a girl say she had ’lots’ of fun I want to punch her in the boob.”

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Affect: almost always a verb; to influence or cause; “His gaze affected me - and my undies - greatly.”

Effect: a noun; the result of; “The effect of his gaze was apparent by the damp spot I left on the cushion.”

(Note: ‘a’ comes before ‘e’ - what is ‘affecting’ causes or results in the ‘effect’! “You are affecting me - I feel the effects.”)

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Cue: a signal prompting an event or action; “His little pet rolled over on cue, just as she’d been taught”; “Upon seeing the size of his fingers, I thought ’Cue immediate wetness!’”

Queue: a line of people waiting for something or a sequence of messages held in temporary storage; “The queue to watch the gang bang went all the way around the block”; “I need to add more lesbian pussy licking images to my Tumblr queue.”

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Dominant: the dominant partner in a dominant-submissive relationship; of, or relating to, the exertion of dominance; biologically more prominent, powerful, or more successful; “Her dominant dealt with even the slightest sign of disobedience with swift correction”; “He carried the dominant genes for brown eyes and dark hair.”

Dominate: to control, govern, or rule by superior authority or power (a ‘what’ not a 'who)’; “He didn’t need to touch her to dominate her; his mere presence took her breath away”; “The inexperienced dominant kept referring to himself as a ’dominate,’ thereby ensuring he would never engage with an experienced submissive woman.”

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Envy: when you want something someone else has; requires two parties; “I always feel a smidge of envy when when I see her whip-marked thighs.”

Jealousy: when you’re afraid someone else will get something you already have; requires three parties; “She’d thought a threesome was a grand idea, but suddenly felt jealous when her husband kissed the girl.”

(Note: You feel envy in regard to something you don’t have but want; you feel jealousy in regard to something you already have but are afraid of losing.)

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Farther: implies a measurable distance; “He led her on all fours down the rocky path, telling her it was only a little bit farther. Then he laughed and laughed and laughed.”

Further: reserved for abstract lengths (i.e., not always measurable); “As the whip caressed the tender skin of her breasts, she knew he was about to push her further than he’d ever pushed before.”

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(i.e.,): in other words; “When my Owner gave me the new list of house rules, I was completely discombobulated (i.e., confused).”

(e.g.,): for example; “The most important rule was that I never be late - unless there was a valid reason (e.g., family emergency).”

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It’s: a contraction of 'it is’ (if you can’t substitute 'it is’ you can’t use 'it’s’); “It’s such a pity that you decided to ignore my warning; now it’s the cage all night for you.”

Its: the possessive form of 'it’; “I knew what his cock looked like of course, but I hadn’t experienced all of its tricks until that night.”

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Lay: a transitive verb; requires a subject and at least one object; “He ordered her to lay on the exam table and open her legs”; past tense: “He laid the speculum on the plastic sheeting next to the other… tools.”

Lie: an intransitive verb; requires no object; “Her bratty antics lie somewhere between adorable and 'Grab your ankles, NOW’”; past tense: “She lay waiting, breathless, for the exam to begin.” (Not to be confused with the transitive form.)

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Loose: rhymes with ‘moose’; an adjective; the opposite of tight or contained; ”I used to think fisting would make my lady haven loose as a goose, but she bounced right back!”

Lose: rhymes with ‘snooze’; a verb meaning to misplace or suffer the loss of; “Nothing makes me lose my undies faster than a confident man.”

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Peak: a real or metaphorical high point; a maximum, or to achieve a maximum; “The peak of the evening was the human chandelier; when the curtains parted, the roar of the crowd was astonishing.”

Peek: to glance quickly or look furtively; “I had to peek through my fingers when I realized how the participants were suspended.”

Pique: to provoke or arouse; “It was a magnificent sight, but did nothing to pique my interest in suspension play.”

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’s: apostrophe /s/; used to show possession, not plural; “The girl’s demeanor was rather childish, but she sucked cock like a seasoned pro.”

-s: plural /s/; used to indicate more than one of something; “The girls met after work to drink margaritas and compare bruises in the restroom.”

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Then: relates to time; “I’m going to kneel then suck your cock; then probably get paddled for being bossy and presumptuous.”

Than: comparative adjective or adverb; introduces a comparison; “Your cock is much bigger than his, I swear.”

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There: used to represent a place or show that something exists; “And right over there is where he spanked me until I cried”; “You know there is something there when a mere glance makes you drop to your knees.”

Their: used to show possession (try replacing with 'our’; if 'our’ makes sense, you can use 'their’); “Their cum mixed together in a swirl of passion, and then leaked into her underwear all damn day.”

They’re: a contraction of 'they are.’ (If you can’t substitute 'they are’ then you can’t use 'they’re’); “They’re the nicest group of guys a girl could ever hope to service.”

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To: used to indicate the person, place, or thing that someone or something moves toward; to indicate the direction of something; the purpose, intention, tendency, or result of; “When we got to the club, Sir asked if I wanted to play on the stage.”

Too: in addition to or also; more than is wanted, needed, accepted, etc.; to a high degree or extent; “When we got to the club, Sir asked if I wanted to play on the stage… but I was way too shy. There were too many people watching!”

Two: More than one but less than three. C'mon now.

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That: refers to groups or things; “He has the kind of hands that make my sheets damp.”

Who: refers to people;“I wouldn’t date someone who didn’t go down on me.”

Whom: an object of a verb or preceding preposition; too hard to explain without multiple examples, so here’s a quick cheat: Like 'whom,’ the pronoun 'him’ ends with an /m/. When you’re trying to decide whether to use 'who’ or 'whom,’ ask yourself if the answer to the question would be 'he’ or 'him.’ If the answer is 'him,’ use 'whom’; “Who did you blow last night? Him? Oh, I’m sorry, I meant whom did you blow…”

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Your: second person possessive adjective, used to describe something as belonging to someone (i.e., usually followed by a noun); “Your cock is much bigger than his. I already said that.”

You’re: a contraction of 'you are.’ (If you can’t substitute 'you are’ then you can’t use 'you’re’); “You’re seriously telling me you don’t know this rule by now?”

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[the-real-nightshade]

The one problem that I have with this (don’t worry; it’s only one problem and not lots of them) is that “lots” actually is frequently and properly used as a figurative descriptor, much like how “tons” is used for things that may or may not have physical mass but nonetheless do not literally weigh an amount of tons greater than one. Something may not actually fill up multiple lots, but “lots” is still used to describe a great amount of something, much like “a lot” is used to describe a great amount of something. You can’t turn up your nose at those who use the plural as a figurative descriptor of volume and accept the usage of the singular as common vernacular or a proper definition, and the word “lots” is an important tool in plenty of littles’ vocabulary, so I’m not sure why a post with a self-proclaimed D/s theme would be so hard on it as “improper language”

[faery-dickgirl]

Hi you have kik

I believe I’ve answered this question before, but no, I do not have kik at the moment.

[faery-dickgirl]

Devin’s Dismay

This third part is a little bit darker than I expected it to be, but is important to the story nonetheless. I will, however, be putting it under a read more in case you don’t want to see it. As always, thank you for reading!

Ashley's visit to the stand left me smiling, and the promise of a visit to her home that night left me in a good mood for the next several hours. Business at the stand is always pretty good, and today was no different. More than a few older people looking for fertility potions, a couple younger people coming by to look at toys while their parents were distracted by other stands, and even one or two servants sent by local nobles to obtain various odds and ends. 

By the time the market began to wind down, I made a tidy profit for the day and had managed to get through it without anyone causing trouble. Just as I started to close down the stand, though, a customer came up. I let out a sigh under my breath, but stand up and gave him my best smile. 

Immediately upon looking at him, I notice the scars crossing his face. They mark him as a criminal, or at least someone who had spent time in the dungeons, and for a moment I freeze up. My business instinct kicks n quickly, though, and I gesture towards my wares. "We have just about anything you could need in bed, and most things you could need before or after. What is it you're looking for?"

His gaze crosses the shelves slowly, and I begin to feel uncomfortable. Fortunately for me, he doesn't stand there for too long, eventually pointing at a small potion bottle and placing a few coins on the table. I smile and hand it over, sweeping the coins into my hand and from there into the lockbox. "Thank you for your business!" 

He gives me a curt nod and walks off, and I relax, slumping against the stand for a moment before continuing to close up. Once I'm done, I count out the gold in the lockbox and mark it in my logs, putting a few coins in my purse before I close the box up and put it away. I look up at the sky and smile, deciding to head to Moe's Tavern before I go to Ashley's for the night. 

As I walk, I whistle a light tune. A few streets before Moe's, I notice a strange thing in an alley- a bouquet of flowers that probably started off quite nice, lying in a puddle of greenish goo. I blink at it for a second or two, then shake my head. The capital is a strange place, and sometimes I don't want to know what's going on with it. 

I enter the tavern to the sounds of a local performer's troupe enacting The Ballad of Greentree, a story about a knight and his love the prince that has been circulating for a while. I put a coin in their mug and head to the bar, nodding to the lead performer as I pass. 

Moe stands behind the bar like a king ruling his realm, as he always does, but today a new face is beside him. I look him over, taking in the lithe, fur-covered frame with appreciation, then look back to Moe. "Who's this?"

Moe pats the new guy on the back with a hearty grin. "This here is Jason, he's my new barkeep in training. He'll probably be serving as a bouncer, too, if anybody's dumb enough to make trouble in here." 

I laugh and shake my head. "Come on, Moe, nobody ever causes trouble in your tavern." I put a coin down on my bar. "You're the best place in town! Causing trouble here would just be stupid." 

He swipes the coin and replaces it with a mug of something alcoholic. I don't bother to ask him what it is, whatever it is, Moe's stuff is always good. He leans forward on his elbows, the grin still on his face. "I know. But we've been getting a few people in from out of town who don't know that. So I take precautions." He stands straight again, pointing Jason to another customer down the bar. "How'd business go today?"

I chuckle, nursing my drink as I speak. "Well, it was pretty good overall. Had an interesting character come by around closing though, some big orc with prison markings." 

Moe nods knowingly, tapping a finger aside his nose. "He was in here earlier, too. I don't think he's trouble, though, for all he looks it. He was quiet, kept to himself. Didn't even seem upset when Ashley passed him over for someone else." 

I nearly choke, then cough out a laugh. "Ashley almost ended up with that guy as a guard? That would have been something else. I'm glad for both their sakes she didn't, to be honest." I lean in and gesture him closer, whispering. "He bought a potion designed to help people get erections. Ash wouldn't have liked THAT problem very much."

Moe laughs, but the laugh cuts off as he leans back again. I look questioningly at him and he coughs and looks away awkwardly, pretending to clean a glass. I feel a hand clap onto my shoulder and my heart drops into my stomach. I turn slowly to see the orc from before staring down at me. Despite his face being only slightly past impassive into angry, the look is enough to make me terrified. "I... Uh. Sorry. So sorry. My bad. I'll just be going now. Excuse me. Very sorry." My drink forgotten, I ease up out of the seat and around the orc, nearly dashing out of the tavern. As soon as I'm outside, I lean against the wall, breathing hard, and decide it's time to head to Ashley's. Hopefully some time with her will help me forget what an idiot I just was. 

I end up at Ashley's door just as the last bit of sunlight fades from the sky. With a glance up at the stars, I knock on the door. It opens almost immediately, revealing Ashley, wearing absolutely nothing but a smile. I flush, and she flashes an evil grin at me before pulling me inside and closing the door behind me. Before the door even closes, she's working on getting my clothes off, and by the time we get to the couch, I'm already inside her. 

After a few rounds, we fall asleep in each other's arms, happily entwined. The next morning, I wake up to the feeling of something touching my ass. Smiling, I reach behind me to where I'm sure Ashley is with a strap-on. My hand does indeed brush skin, but the muscle beneath it is immediately obvious as too much to be Ashley. My eyes fly open and I turn to look, just a moment too late as the orc's massive dick plunges into my ass. 

I let out a cry, the pure size of him making me tear up from the pain. Even through it, though, I remember Ashley, looking around the room to try to see if he hurt her to get to me. Directly ahead of me, I see her, bound, blindfolded, and gagged, with a swollen stomach and plugs in both holes to keep what is evidently a truly ridiculous amount of cum inside. 

I reach out a hand to her, but the orc grabs it, his own hand large enough to easily encircle my wrist, and pulls it back, holding me in place as he tears me apart. His other hand goes to my mouth, and I instinctively hold it closed. He holds my nose closed until I can't help but gasp for air, and I feel a cold liquid pour down my mouth. Within seconds, I can feel the effects of the potion he had bought the day before take effect, and my dick immediately hardens. The orc grunts behind me, and suddenly begins moving even faster, pounding into me with such force that the slapping of his pelvis against my ass hurts just as much as his huge member tearing me open. 

Before too long, though, I can feel my ass getting used to the pounding, and my body beginning to loosen up, and the tears of pain begin to turn to moans of pleasure. The orc snorts a laugh as the first moan slips through my lips, and I flush bright red, trying unsuccessfully to hold them back. 

The orc suddenly pulls out, and for a moment I just freeze, my mind unable to process that he had stopped. I look over my shoulder towards him, half happy that he's stopped and half wanting to ask him to keep going, to beg for him to fill me up again. Just as I do, he spurts out cum all over my back, and I gasp, the part of me that wanted him gone nearly silenced by the sight. My legs quiver, and I look into his eyes with a pleading expression. He snorts again, pulls out a length of rope, and ties my hands behind my back, pushing me down onto the couch and walking over to Ashley. 

The sight of him moving towards Ashley reminds me what's going on, and I stand, planning to try to stop him, before the sight of him shooting me a glare freezes me in place and I sit back down, feeling guilty for my inability to help Ashley. He takes the gag away from her mouth, and to my shock, a moan of pleasure comes from her mouth. He grins a feral grin, then grabs one of her nipples and twists it roughly. She screams, but the sound is undeniably tinged with happiness. I slump into the couch, thinking that she's already been broken before I hear her say my name. The orc looks between Ashley and me, his grin even wider than before, and I realize what's going on. 

I shake my head violently at him, and in response he pulls the plug out of Ashley's ass, a torrent of cum leaking out onto the floor as he does. Keeping his eyes locked with mine, he makes a fist and shoves it violently into her. Her body shakes, her face contorting as she holds back another scream. He begins to piston it in and out, each thrust rocking her body. Then, apruptly, he stops, pulls his arm out, and removes the other plug. To my relief, no cum comes out of her vagina, but my relief is short lived, as he lifts her up, and keeping his eyes locked with mine, slams her down onto his dick. She cries out, then leans in towards him, moaning my name. "Oh, Devin, you're never this rough!" The orc stares at me, then begins to move her up and down his cock, using both hands to move her like she's only a toy. 

I begin to cry slightly, glaring down at my own dick and wishing that it wasn't twitching with arousal at the sight in front of me. The orc laughs low under his breath, and Ashley moans, evidently turned on by the sound. He grins at me, then lets go of Ashley. For a moment, she sits there, but in just a couple seconds, she begins to thrust herself up and down his cock, just as quick as he had been doing to her. With his grin widening, he reaches for her blindfold. I shake my head, eyes wide, and he leans in to kiss Ashley, his tongue entwining with hers as he removes her blindfold. When he pulls back, she opens her eyes, still bouncing on his cock, and shrieks, the sight of an unfamiliar man where I was supposed to be causing her to wet herself. He laughs and turns her around on his dick, facing her towards me and beginning to force her up and down it again. She takes in the sight of me, bound, erect, and crying, and begins to cry herself, reaching a hand out towards me. Ashamed of my inability to help, I look away. For the next few minutes, the orc uses her like a toy, and then, after grunting his release, he throws her onto the couch next to me, his cum dripping from her onto my leg. We clutch together as best we can, shying away from him, just in time to hear a crash as the door flies inwards. 

A tall, draconic woman stands in the doorway, tail whipping angrily and flame whirling around her as she glares at the orc. In a whirl, she rushes him, and after a very brief clash, he lies on the floor, unconscious and bound in glowing chains. The woman kneels by the couch and holds a hand along Ashley's face, stroking it gently. "Did he hurt you, my dear?" 

Ashley looks at the orc and starts to shake her head, then clutches onto my arm and nods into my shoulder. The woman stands tall, her face rigid with rage, and kicks the orc in the side before picking him up like he weighs nothing and throwing him over her shoulder. She looks at me with a shadow of the same rage, but softens slightly on seeing my shame, cutting my bonds with a claw and dropping a salve and a potion bottle beside us. "The salve should sooth any pain, the potion will keep her from becoming pregnant. Use both." She turns on her heel and walks out, flame still whirling around her footsteps. 

For a few minutes, Ashley and I simply hold onto each other, but we soon pull ourselves together and take the woman's advice. After applying both, we pull our clothes on and sit down. "She a friend of yours?" 

Her hand goes to a set of piercings on her ear I hadn't noticed. "Yeah. You could say that." 

I nod awkwardly, then wrap an arm around her. "I'm so sorry this happened. It's my fault."

She shakes her head and leans into the hug. "It'll be alright. Dana will take care of it."

I nod, and for the next while, we just sit, holding each other in silence.

[faery-dickgirl]

The Folly of Molly

This one is a bit of an experiment. I’m not sure if people will like it, but I had an urge to write it, so here you go. If everyone seems to like it, I may even continue the story!

I walked out the door with a hop in my step. So far, my day had been amazing. Started things off with a quick kiss from Ashley and got to my work at the potion shop faster than usual to start the day off. Even at work, people seemed to sense that today was supposed to be a good day and were generally just really lovely to me. One nice old lady even complemented my smile! 

On my way home, I decided I would stop and get Ashley some flowers. I stopped in a small field and picked a boquet, then continued on my way home. A sound from a side street nearby caught my attention, and I saw what looked like a poor little girl, lying in the alley and holding her knee. 

Gasping, I ran to her, put the flowers aside, and knelt down beside her. 

“Oh my goodness, what happened? Are you okay?”

The girl sniffled and took her hands off her knee to show a bloody scrape. I put a hand to my mouth and patted her shoulder. 

“Don’t worry, I have some bandages in my purse. We’ll patch you right up.”

I turned aside and began to rifle through my purse. When I came up with the bandages, the girl was gone, vanished without even a sound. I stood, shocked, and looked around, checking behind bins to see if she had just moved, but she was well and truly gone. I paused for a moment, contemplated, and turned, the flowers back in my hands. Immediately as I turned, the alleyway grew dark. Something blocked the way back to the street, something… massive. 

As I squinted towards it, trying to figure out what it was, tendrils originating from the object whipped out towards me and wrapped around me, binding my arms to my sides and slowly slithering around my entire body. The flowers for Ashley fell once again to the ground. 

My mind barely registered what was happening for a moment. When it finally registered that my arms had been trapped and I could move, I opened my mouth to scream. Before any sound could emerge, though, a tentacle shoved into my mouth and down my throat and began to piston back and forth, the downstrokes pushing nearly into my stomach. I choked for breath every time it pulled out, my air circulation barely working.

Tears began to fall from my eyes as other tentacles slowly pushed their way around my body, wrapping themselves around my nipples and pushing into my pants with malevolent sureness. I clenched my eyes shut as a tentacle pressed against my ass, leaking some disgusting fluid against it as it moved in a small circle. With a sudden, shocking speed, it pushed its way into me, ripping past my rosebud and slithering up my intestines until it reached my stomach. For a brief moment, the tentacles pushing into either side of my body touched before the one in my mouth pulled out for the final time, spraying a load of thick green semen across my face. 

The tentacle in my ass shifted slightly, becoming sequentially bulbous, like a long strand of beads, before pulling its entire length out of my body, one section at a time. By the time the fourth bulb pulled out of my ass, I had begun to shake. By the sixth, I was cumming violently, my own cum squirting out of my dick. Just as the seventh pulled out, a smaller tentacle wrapped around my dick and pushed its way into the opening at the tip, plugging me up and stopping me from cumming as the rest of the bulbs pulled their way out, one after the other.

My body went limp in the grasp of the tentacles, the one inside my penis gently moving in and out and the ones around my nipples stroking slightly. My whole body shook with the need to cum, and the semen the beast had left on my face had begun to seep into my skin, acting as an aphrodisiac that only increased my desire. The tentacles began to slither around my skin, stroking every inch of me, and just as I thought the need would cause me to pass out, the tentacle at my ass shoved back in, the one inside my dick pulling out at the same time. I screamed in ecstasy as a fountain of cum erupted from my dick, and at the same time, the tentacle in my ass released its own, my belly swelling with its volume. 

The tentacles dropped me on the ground unceremoniously, my ass sticking straight in the air while my entire body twitched, cum still spilling out of my dick. Almost as an afterthought, a tentacle plucked up the boquet for Ashley and stuck it in my gaping asshole, as if I was a living vase. With a strangely gentle stroke of my face with a tentacle, the beast vanished, and I passed out.

To be Continued?

[faery-dickgirl]

Reblogging part one for the same follower!

[faery-dickgirl]

Ashley’s Encounter

So, part one got a little love, and I wanted to write more anyways, so here’s the next part of the Folly of Molly story. It’s not exactly a direct sequel, it takes place more or less at the same time, but you get a little worldbuilding and a bit of a better idea about what’s going on overall! Also, as a reminder, you can send in requests for me to write stuff, this one is just me writing for fun!

The sounds of the nearby market opening for the day wake me up. After I saw Molly off for the day, I had gone back to sleep, but I only managed to catch a couple hours more before I woke up for good. Sighing, I roll out of bed and pull on a dress, patting down the front and glancing out the window. The marketplace outside is just starting to get its first few customers coming through, and that meant Devin was likely to be opening his stand too. 

I poke my head out the window and looked towards his stand. As expected, Devin is putting up his displays, blond hair shining in the sun as he does. I smile, pull my head back inside, and go into the other room to grab a quick snack. 

After some rather tasty biscuits, I head out. As I come up on the marketplace, I keep to the side of the path, then dance sideways into an alley, sneaking through it to behind Devin. I creep up on him silently, then leap out from the alley and tackle him in a hug, laughing. He laughs too, whirling around with me attached and then reaches back to tickle me. I jump off of him and out of reach of his hands, and he turns to face me, a grin on his face.

“Welcome to the land of the living, Ash. How’s Molly?" 

I place a quick kiss on his cheek and lean against the wall behind his stand. "When I saw her this morning she seemed pretty great. All smiles and energy, like usual." 

He smirks at me. "And when you saw her last night?”

I blush and smack at his shoulder. "THAT is none of your business. If you want to know, you’ll just have to join us.”

Devin shakes his head, grabs a tie from his pocket, and pulls his hair back into a ponytail. “I’ll keep that in mind. So what’s up, you gonna stick around the market today, or you got plans?”

My eyes dance over Devin’s wares. Devin is a purveyor of the sexual arts, selling potions, contracts, scrolls, and aids for all sorts of desires, and there’s always something interesting to see at his stand. “Mmmm, I think today I’ll be going out, I have a lead on a new species of monster that I want to document if possible." 

He nods, rubbing at the back of his head. "Well, be careful. Bring a good guard, you never know what’ll come out of those undocumented monsters." 

I smile at him and plant a kiss directly on his lips, relishing the surprise on his face. "Don’t worry, Devvy, I’m always careful." 

He blushes and looks away, waving me off. "I know, I know, get out of here already.”

I giggle at his embarassed look and wrap an arm around him. “See you tonight?" 

Devin nods and gives me a quick hug back. "I’ll be there." 

I walk off, humming a tune as I head towards Moe’s Tavern. Moe usually has a few good mercenaries, adventurers, and others of the same sort at his place, and despite my careless words to Devin, I DID want to make sure I got some decent protection. As soon as I pushed open the door to the bar, I knew it was going to be just fine. Several people in armour that marked them as members of the Band of the Broken Arrow were around the tavern, and the ale had clearly been flowing just fine. 

Moe waves me over to the bar, a big smile on his face. "Some good ones in here today. You gonna want your usual room?" 

I give him an equally big smile. "Always, Moe. Which ones did you have your eye on?" 

Moe points towards a group of three sitting in the center of the room and a loner on the edges. "Those four are the ones I’d pick for you. You gonna need any extras today?”

I consider the ones he points out and shake my head. “Should be fine on my own, thanks.” I wink and nudge him over the bar. “You joining us today?” Moe smiles and shakes his head. “Not today, I got a new kid in who needs me at the bar." 

I shoot him a mock pout, then smile and walk off towards the loner at the edge of the tavern. Close up, I can see that it’s an orc, a rarity in this town. His cloak is wrapped around him, covering his features unless you get up close, but once you do you can see a few scars crossing his face that show he had been a prisoner at one point. I bite my lip, shake my head quickly, and turn towards the group of three. 

The group is laughing loudly amongst themselves. A big man with a hammer, a smaller woman carrying a staff, and a lean, muscular man with a bow and quiver on his back make up a very balanced team, and I can tell that Moe’s eye was good on them. I walk up to the table, a hand on my hip, and lean in, letting my dress fall artfully away from my breasts so they can all catch a look. "I’m looking for some people to… guard my body for a while. I don’t suppose you could oblige me?" 

The large man leans back a bit, shooting a glance at the leaner one. The lady, on the other hand, leans in, reaches out, and grabs my hand. "Oh, I think we definitely can. You pay like the other girls, or what?" 

I give her a smile and nod. "Moe already has my room set up." 

She looks at the other two with a wide grin, revealing teeth that are sharp as a shark’s. "We’ve found our client, boys.” She stands, keeping her hold on my hand, and walks towards the rooms, the other two following shortly. 

I open the door to my room, revealing a room that I’ve had set up at Moe’s for a while- a huge bed with red sheets and white pillows, surrounded by racks of all sorts of toys. The smaller guy whistles as he walks in, and the big guy’s face darkens with a blush, but the lady has eyes only for me. She closes the door behind us and lets go of my hand. “Strip." 

Her directness makes me blush, but I do as I’m told, letting the dress drop from my body. Her eyes pore over every inch of me, taking in my hard nipples and the dampness of the space between my legs. She sets her staff aside and pulls off her own clothes, revealing a body hardened by years of travel and covered in arcane tattoos- as well as two perfect, firm breasts and a dick that, even when not fully erect, I can tell is huge. I gulp and glance at the other two. She catches my glance and gives another feral grin. "Oh, don’t worry about those two. Bredon’s a eunuch, and Lance is gay. You’ll be dealing with me.” An arcane mist begins to spread from her body, emanating from her tattoos. “But don’t worry. I’ll be plenty for you.” The mist solidifies into several identical copies of her, each grinning that sharp grin and each slowly becoming erect as they stare at me. The original steps forward and takes my face in her hands, drawing me in for a kiss. As she does, I close my eyes, melting into her. When she pulls away, that fierce grin is back, and she pushes me down to my knees, taking my head in her hands and forcing her dick down my throat. 

I gag around her, my eyes rolling back as she thrusts in and out, the back of my mind wondering what the other versions of her are doing. When she finally pulls out, leaving me gasping for breath, I sit back on my feet. She crouches down, wiping my lips clean of saliva with her thumb before planting another kiss on me, then pulls me to my feet. I glance over my shoulder and see one of her copies laying down on the bed. I pull my eyes shut tight, then open them again, just in time to have her lift me up bodily and plant me on top of her copy’s dick, its head pressed against my cervix with the very first stroke. I gasp loudly, my body shaking, and collapse forwards, my hands landing on the copy’s breasts. She grins up at me grabs mine in response, twisting the nipples in opposite directions. As I open my mouth to express the pain, another copy kneeling past her shoves her dick into my mouth and begins thrusting. At the same time, the copy beneath me begins to thrust in rhythm, banging against my womb with every movement. 

The concerted efforts of the two copies have me cumming within moments, and as my body shakes, I feel hands touching my ass, pulling the plump cheeks apart. A soft tongue explores my tight bud, and I know what’s coming. Just as the shakes of my first orgasm stop, a dick is shoved into my ass, leaving all three holes filled and my body shaking in orgasm again. With all three holes filled and my nipples being played with, I thought the new sensations were over. To my great surprise, the hand of the one in my ass reaches around and begins to stroke my clit. I let out a cry even past the dick in my mouth, and I cum again. My body shakes so hard I can’t hold myself up, even with my arms on the copy’s chest, and I begin to collapse. Just before I can, though, I hear a murmured spell and a pair of magical chains lock around my arms and pull them up, locking them to the top of the bed and holding me in place for my new bodyguard to keep using. 

For the next half an hour, the copies and original continue to use me, before finally, in a great release, each of them lets loose their load inside me. They pull away and leave me just on the tips of my knees, held up by magical chains as cum drips from the corner of my mouth and both holes. 

I lick up the cum dripping from my mouth and look up, expecting it to be over. As I do, though, a new dick enters my pussy, this one somehow even bigger than the last, and I look over my shoulder to see that the copies have all disappeared, and that the original has taken on draconic traits, with wings spreading from her shoulder blades, horns sweeping back from her forehead, and scales dotting her frame. Her dick moves inside me, emanating a warmth like that of a low fire, and I moan loudly as she finds my sweet spot and begins to buffet it with each stroke. 

She locks her gaze with mine, eyes glowing with a fire that wasn’t there before. She grins widely, showing off those fangs again, before locking them on my ear, biting down and leaving bleeding punctures along the whole ear. “And now everyone can see you’re mine.”

I gasp loudly and bite my lip against the pain, screwing my eyes shut and focusing on the pleasure coming from between my legs. She whispers into my ear. “And make no, mistake, you ARE mine. Every other person you invite into your bed? They will pale in comparison to me. You will seek me out even when I let you go, never able to keep yourself away.” She increases the speed of her thrusts, slamming against my sweet spot with reckless abandon. “And if you have ones you love? I’ll make them mine too, and you will all serve me as I please.”

I nod feebly, my body shaking with pleasure, and she growls into my ear, thrusting her dick upwards and pushing through my cervix, letting loose a torrent of cum that glows with heat directly into my womb. She strokes my stomach as it swells, and lets the chains disappear, turning us as she does so that we fall together onto the bed, her dick plugging me up and ensuring that the cum stays inside. “Do you understand, little one?” I nod, exhausted, and she wraps her other arm around me too, gently caressing my breast. “Good.”

We stay entwined on the bed for several minutes before she pulls out and stands, redressing. When I finally recover enough to sit up, I notice that the two men she came in with have disappeared. She notices me looking around and grins again, her draconic traits falling away. “Oh, don’t worry about them. They’re constructs, I can summon and desummon them at will." 

I close my eyes, feeling a mixture of wry understanding and happiness. "So it was… a trap?”

She steps close to me and runs a hand across my cheek. “Of course, sweetness. A new monster sighting in the area always means that the kingdom’s cutest researcher is looking for some guards, and I knew it had to be me.” She smiles and holds up a box. “This box has the earrings for your brand new piercings, be sure to put them in later. For now, go home and get some rest, I’ll swing by in the morning to pick you up to search for the new monster.”

I nod, resting a hand against my stomach. “And… Molly and Devin?" 

She presses a kiss to my forehead and places the box next to me on the bed. "They’ll be mine too, soon enough, don’t worry.”

I rest my hand against the box and nod again. She smiles and walks out the door, grabbing her staff on the way. As she leaves, I already feel the ache of missing her, but I restrain myself from running after her just yet. If she does like she says, I’m sure someday soon I can be by her side at all times. An hour later, I pull myself together and stand up, redressing. I glance at the box and sigh, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I open the box and immediately notice two main things. First, a set of six silver studs, each with the image of a dragon carved into them. Then, an engraving inside the lid- “From Dana Fireborn, to Ashley.” I smile at the engraving and take the studs, putting one in each of the bite marks. To my surprise, they have an enchanted effect- they heal the holes around them and lock themselves into place, effectively causing the bite marks to function as normal piercings. 

I brush my fingers over my new earrings and smile gently, then pick up the box and leave the room. As I pass the bar, Moe winks at me. “Saw her leave a while back and figured it was pretty good when you didn’t follow right away. Have fun?" 

I shoot him a wide smile and wink back. "Absolutely.”

[faery-dickgirl]

Reblogging the story for a follower who couldn’t find it~

[faery-dickgirl]

Okay, so I love this picture, and this captioning for it is just so ridiculously silly and I love it

[torionion-deactivated20180622]

“Is that a dick?”

[long-ago-1234567890]

heres my prediction of the future:

someone makes a ‘crytype-ifier’ where u can type in some text and it’ll give u a crytyped version of it

someone whos getting called out and crytyping about it gets revealed to have used the crytypifier for their posts

[crytype-ifier]

i din;;;t meantto mak e it. i;mo sorry… ijust love javascr ipt too muchhh. i;;;m a terrble person. im so so o sorry. please,,,,

[the-real-nightshade]

portentous voice: i know what i’m doing next April Fools’

[the-real-nightshade]

hoo

[futa-sentinel-deactivated201805]

Nooooooooooooooo

[thefutafan]

[faery-dickgirl]

Well, there we go. Not quite the same, but it’s functional. No thanks to tumblr :p back to the regularly scheduled fapfest!

[faery-dickgirl]

Oh goodness, tumblr went and fucked up the blog presentation with the default theme. Looks like I’m gonna need to try to fix that. This should be interesting.

[faery-dickgirl]

Story Stuff!

Alrighty everyone, hold on to your hats, we have stuff to talk about!

So, first of all, I just wanted to thank you for the support on the two parts of the story I’ve written so far. It’s lovely to see. 

Second, I’ve got a name for the kingdom it takes place in now, and as such will be calling future parts of the story by that name- Avarel!

Third, while I don’t feel confident enough in my artistic skills to draw out the characters, I now have a thing that describes each of the important characters so far, as well as giving a bit of background! That can be found here and will be added to my links page very soon. 

Fourth, even if you don’t have an idea for an original story or something to submit, I will happily welcome requests for characters or pairings or such to write about next in Avarel, so feel free to send those in as well.

Aaaand to round it out to five, I want to know if people are interested in putting characters of their own in Avarel. Let me know if you are, and if there’s a bit of interest, I’ll throw together a template for people to do so. 

Love you all, kisses!

[dick--city]

anyone have copies of this magazine?

i’d buy them all

collectors edition cocks are the best cocks

[badenovbutts]

Because of reasons.

[thefutafan]