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@sinful-browning
||: NSFW sin sideblog for @auntie-browning. Follows from same account. Will share the same tags and muses from the main blog.
||: Will generally be low activity compared to main blog. Same rules of main blog will apply to here as well. No underage indviduals here please.
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"Nnh, you're pretty chatty~" Woz, of course, made no effort to stop or slow down. After all, why should she? She was already balls-deep and halfway towards her fourth orgasm! "Names don't matter much, though~" A particularly deep thrust pierces into Browning's womb proper. "Haaah, fuck, that's a tight cervix~ Mmh, you've been great so far, hot stuff~"
The doll's back arched with every ram of Woz's barbed rod, poking hard towards her synthetic fornix and nearly stretching it out. But even with the intense sexual punishment her inner walls were receiving, Browning seemed to refuse to even moan for a second. Her scorned look continued on, even when the vagabond seemed half way near towards ecstasy themselves.
Something tells the doll that, even with the disapproval in her lip, all it would do would further turn them on...
"Aha~ Oops, guess I got too enthusiastic and woke you up~" Not that Woz was going to stop. In fact, she was going to continue fucking the Doll missionary-style, her draconic cock rubbing at Browning's insides in a way she'd never felt before, even with him and his ilk. Moreover, the way this girl on top of her fucked...it actually felt good, as opposed to when Phi did it. "I've been...nnh...traveling alone for a while...ahh...and haven't gotten off~ And, well, you were fast asleep, soooo I helped myself~" God, that cock was hitting so deep, too...
She felt the length jab right beside her cervix like a pile driver cracking the ground beneath it. It was a wonder how any kind of normal human woman could take such a beating from down under. Ravaging wouldn't nearly describe how brutal her innards felt churned by the woman's beastly member. And to think she may have done this to many more? It made her sick to her stomach just thinking about it.
"H-Hey! S-S-Slow down you...brute! I don't even know your— Ugh! —name! You don't even know mine!"
Hooting and hollering could only do so much to hide the profound fluster hanging besides scoff. The entire ordeal was an embarrassment to the doll considering she had slept through a majority of the preamble. The streaks of seed that stained her blond locks were proof of that. Yet, interestingly, the doll seemed almost...unphased by the act itself. It seemed more like she was bothered by everything surrounding this public use fling than the decisions and actions themselves.
She was a strange one, that's for sure. Then again, sleeping through a boob job wasn't a high standard to begin with.
"...Who are you and where are we? This isn't anything like the Hinterlands and you don't seem like the kind of company that weaselly bastard would keep..."
Emboldened by the lack of reaction from the sleeping girl, Woz happily fucked her tits for a few more minutes, blowing two further loads onto the Doll's face. At this point, she was thoroughly glazed, with a lot of Woz's draconic seed in her mouth and throat.
But of course, even after blasting out three loads that were each enough to impregnate a village, Woz wasn't satisfied. She scooted back and spread the Doll's legs after quickly tugging off and tossing away Browning's panties, and after a few seconds of grinding the ribbed underside of her cock on the blonde's wet slit enthusiastically thrust into her with a delighted moan. God, this was the best...a girl who would just lay there and take everything Woz gave her? It was a dream come true!
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, eventually. It appears like finally pressing it into her was a bridge too far for the doll, it seems. Immediately, her eyes shot open in surprise as she took a look over to the woman hovering above her. She was no one she had ever seen hanging around that tramp Phi before. In fact, this place around her looked nothing like the grim woods that held her captive. Just what the hell was going on here!?
"H-Hey! Get off me, you—"
Her shill protest was cut short before Woz's angular length skewered directly into the doll's artificial walls. Her head shot back in a howl of pain as she felt her dreadful cock not even pause at the sudden change of events. If the doll could hazard a guess, maybe finally awakening had inadvertently caused her to speed up a little faster than expected. It was such a sudden shift after all. She couldn't blame her for getting spooked real easily.
"Ugh...J-just what th...the hell do you....think you're doing..."
"Hoooh, you've got a well-trained body, cutie~" Unable to help herself, Woz scooted forward and let her rapidly stiffening draconic shaft out of her tight leather pants, sliding it in neatly between Browning's breasts. "Ooh, that's nice...fuck, I haven't fucked a good pair of tits in forever~" While continuing to grope Browning, Woz decided she'd fuck the girl's tits until she woke up...or until she was satisfied. As it turns out, her first orgasm came pretty quickly due to her being pretty backed up, causing a load of hot, sticky seed to splatter all over the blonde's face, with a fair amount even getting in her open mouth. "Nngh, fuck...ahhh, that felt good..." She was nowhere near satisfied, though~ She kind of hoped the blonde would wake up just to see how funny her face would look, but whether she did or not didn't matter. Woz would keep thrusting!
Surprisingly, not even this action would move the doll into action. The first load of spunk had unleashed itself directly upon her resting face and all the reaction she could muster were disgruntled moans still at rest and the closing of her mouth from then on. No protests, no gags, not even the slightest effort to remove what was still upon her. Browning was hyper focused on one little item through all this: her rest.
For all she knew, she was still in that dreaded place, being abused by the denizens from the Empty that called that place home. Woz could simply be simply be another one of Phi's countless monster goons in her mind, there to abuse her for the evil mink's pleasure. And these same assumptions also influenced the priority she had in dealing with the situation: None. No matter the severity of the protest she puts up, she learned where all these roads were to eventually end at.
Best to enjoy what little respite she has than to ruin it putting a protest that would almost achieve less than nothing for her. Right at this point, she was getting the better part of this deal. At least she is being given the luxury of resting in the mean time. Lord knows what that evil monster will have for her once he knows she's awake...
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"Damn, you're out like a light, but you're not dead~" Still, if she was this heavy of a sleeper...well, just a little bit would be fine, right? And she was already on her back, in a great position!
Woz gleefully rubs her hands together, then gets on top of Browning, straddling the Doll's waist. Woz goes for Browning's shirt first, swiftly undoing the buttons thanks to her mechanical arm. Open it up, push up that undershirt... "Damn, hell of a rack you've got~" Of course, she's going to start groping the sleeping blonde, delighted at the soft feel of the soldier's huge tits.
Even with all the actions Woz seemed to do over Browning, not a single sign of resistance radiated from the doll. Only the displeased groans which hintied at a deep built resentment at what she felt was going on. Yet, she took no action against her advances. Not even a token resistance with her still liberated arms.
Complete demoralized submission.
Whoever had her last trained the doll well to have her react in such a way from her advances. Perfectly broken in for someone else to take advantage of...how sweet of them to leave such a treat. Of course, that begs the question: Why leave something with lots of love and effort behind? That also bring another question to mind as well:
Who cares about that?
||: An idea of a smut character I would love to do would be a character that turns into a statue and is set to display. The idea I wanted to run with was a modestly old to older kind of woman who is dying of some kind of rare but fatal disease. In a desperate bid (either by a husband or friend/lover) to preserve her life, they use strange methods (sci-fi or magic) to extend her time living by turning into a statue that keeps her in a method of stasis before the cure for her disease is made.
||: That Lover (for lack of a better term) eventually dies without being anywhere close to finding a cure. Soon, all memory of the woman begins to fade away as she lies dormant in her petrified form. Soon, she thaws out of her stone coffin to emerge in a world that had long since left her behind.
||: If you know me, I'm a bit of a sucker for these kinds of horribly tragic kind of characters. Besides that, I do know of a couple of ideas to not make it all too bleak which I think would throw out to anyone who's willing to listen. Then again, this kind of stuff is hyper niche and I know that. Just been having a couple of ideas flowing in the mind so far~
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Zaire appreicated a lot about Browning, her demeanor and experience were what was calming him...even if she might techincally be a virgin too. The young man stared up at the doll and moved his hands away from his ass and he would kiss her back. His hole twitched a little bit and he shivered when he felt her cock pressing against his hole. It could be easy for it to slip in now, but he was still a little nervous. He wanted it for sure but was unsure what would happen. There was a difference between theory and action.
"I-I am a little nervous yes b-but...I want this, I really do!" Browning could tell, just by looking into his eyes, that he was speaking the full truth. He wanted her inside of him.
"Please....please fuck me~." He groaned softly while his body shivered with nerves and excitement.
Every second she experiences him squirm under her weight and openly speak his heart out worked to further endear him to the blonde. Words alone couldn’t properly convey the need found in his beautiful shades of violet. He needed nothing more than to really feel some kind of embrace of love. Even if it’s through such a weird and potent manner.
Browning would help him indulge in this moment, moving her arm up to his mouth. Pressing her finger unto his lips, the doll let out a drown out shush to let him know he did not need to speak anymore. She was to give him what he wants, right then and there~
And as silent it had been the moment leading up to this moment, so to shall it be as she hovers her futa cock upon his hole. So virgin and tender, aptly kissed with the tip of her unsheathed tip. Lubricated ever so slightly with the precum released from within, Browning was just as excited to continue on as Zaire would be as well.
So, without a second warning, she answered both of their carnal desires. Browning’s artificial phallic began nestling deep into Zaire’s virginity. Each movement sent shockwaves to the both of them. Unfelt sensations for what felt like new states of being. She could almost envision herself melting into his being. With every clap of his cheeks, the blonde came closer to some fundamental understanding she never thought of. Just how taboo what they were doing really was, yet how right it all felt in the end.
Nothing stopped Browning from continuing with what felt right. That being the first and only person to tame Zaire’s delectable ass and tasteful hole. Every thrust she gave was a like a renewed kiss of intimacy. She would wait to see who would make the first word in this situation. Who dared to surrender themselves to feelings of uncharted lust~
Zaire blinked once, then twice. That was quite the story indeed, not one for the bedroom mind you, still it was fun if kind of competely insane. Had Zaire been a normal young man he would have thought Browning to be completely crazy but...he has seen some stuff himself, maybe not to the same extent that the doll must have experienced in her wandering but enough to only be a little surprised. "I umm...I see, it sounds like they trust you quite a bit, umm..." His eyes moved down and locked on to her new penis and he gulped. Zaire had never had anyone touch his dick before, even more so for his ass and yet, the cultist was kind of excited to try this.
He watched the penis attach itself to her bionic skin as if it was always there, complete with a set of balls as well, it's likely that there was even semen too. Zaire woudl glance this way and that before spreading his legs for the taller woman, the remaining parts of his clothes were slowly stripped off, leaving the pale young man completely naked before her. "F-F-Fuck me Browning...!" His hands moved to his ass and spread it for her, his hole looked clean and tight.
A courteous chuckle left the older doll’s lips whilst they presented him with a mild grin. She could tell that the story seemed to mildly mystify him with how odd it was. Yet, that was why she had waved him this tale. A telling of the oddities of life and just how lived in her predicament has made her. Oozing with experience and age that he may never really truly come to appreciate.
No better hands to be in for their first time, much less for something so deviant.
Her body would plant itself upon Zaire once more, keeping him pinned with her weight. A hearty kiss to weaken his resolve as her breasts squished against his. The squirms of his voice indulging further in her lips only worked to make her member all the more excited, as was his. The tip of her futa cock would pierce out to meet his virgin hole, circling with anticipation as it attentively pressed against with the occasional leakage of precum.
But she wouldn’t commit to piercing in, at least not yet. She could tell that if she would go in right now, it wouldn’t do him any favors. His body was tense, shot full of nerves that made him rigid. Even though he begged for him to go in and spread apart his hole the best he could, he still wasn’t letting go enough. Thus, instead of pressing on in, she would tease him lightly before pulling away her lips.
“You’re nervous, aren’t you? You’ve never had someone make you feel this way before, right hon? So that’s made you all jumbled up in nerves~ You don’t need to lie for me, dear~ Just be honest so I can help us continue on~”
"Mm, nah..." The zombie tightened her hug, nuzzling into Browning even as she struggled. "Yeah...this is a good warm...perfect..." Unfortunately, she seemed to have no desire to pull away. Like as not, Browning would have to pull Vio's arms off at the shoulders to escape...but with her own arms pinned to her sides, she was totally at the zombie's mercy.
"H-Hey! Stop being an idiot and let me go!"
A creeping blush had started to flood the doll's face, causing her to continue to struggle. Despite her best efforts, she seemed rather powerless to pull out of her grip. It might not be just due to her raw prowess but also having some leverage over the doll.
That all being said, she was stuck and at the zombie's mercy.
"I have things to do you know! Can't just be snuggled on by an undead all day, you know!"
Vio rolls her head from side to side. "I don't even know what a Weisseria is. Mm...that feels just right~ Thanks for the help, Doc. I can do it myself, but it's always really sloppy." Vio gives Browning a hug as thanks! For a corpse, she smells...quite nice, actually, and her body is firm but not too stiff. Well, except for those two parts in particular...
Vio was quite busty, though not as much as Browning herself (thanks to that meddling mink), and the way her breasts squished on Browning's was... nice.
The doll grew a bit embarrassed from the way Vio was holding onto her. Despite (or because of) being an amalgamation of mismatching parts, her grip was stronger than she expected. She tried to pull herself out of her grip but found it a little harder than she expected. She had a pretty strong grip all things considerd.
"A-Alright. Get off now...We have to find you a way out of here. You don't belong here and and you sure as hell aren't in with the evil crowd that trapped me here. Come on..."
Browning would casually struggle a little longer, pressing her body against Vio as she tried to break free. The sensual squish between both of their breasts producing a comfortable level of warmth for the corpse. It wouldn't hurt to stay like that a little longer, right?
"Well, I never got to ask. By the time I woke up, my creator was dead. Most I can tell is that they hodgepodged me from a bunch of different parts, like Frankenstein. Almost everything comes from a different person, isn't that fun~? And I can attach and detach certain parts from myself freely!"
A rather grim fact she's parading around with haphazard thought. Still, an interesting little factoid about this really strange woman. Hopefully she won't have to learn more...unsavory aspects of her as well. That would be a total drag.
"Well...so long as you're not going to tell me you come from some place called Weisseria, then I don't think there is anything wrong. Now try moving your head around. I don't know how much torque I put into my threads but it should be enough for you..."
"Vio Hooper. Short for Violet, but only lame people call me that. Don't make the stitches too tight, I still need to move my head. And who're you?" Vio notably has quite a few stitched seams on her face, most notably the one running under her eyes and across the bridge of her nose.
"Browning...just Browning for now."
The blonde credulously disclosed, working steadfast to sew her had back with haste. She seemed a bit of a natural with how quickly she interweaved threads together between the two parts. It might be a bit on the tighter side but it works to keep the two parts together for a little longer.
"So, Vio...what's your story? I don't exactly see the living dead all to often where I travel. Much less with how haphazardly they are held by ducktape and string. Not going to tell me you're the product of the modern Prometheus, are you?"
"I don't have much of a life story, actually, that's pretty much it. You, uh...mind sewing my head back on? My stitches broke when you kicked me in the mush. ...Nice panties, by the way. Saw 'em when you kicked me~" Well. Seems it's Brownie's destiny to never escape the perverts.
Oh wonderful, it's going to be one of THOSE days, isn't it? She was now seriously considering just punting the little shit across the yard already. Using more restraint than she should have given her, Browning decided to show her some mercy before walking back with her head.
"Don't get too comfortable with the sight...So what's your name, hon? You remember or am I gonna have to give you a name instead?"
The doll asked, walking over to her pack before pulling out a sewing kit to attach her head back on. Not the weirdest thing she has done but she'd rather not have to do weird things with her day.
The body falls over, crumpling to the ground and laying there.
"Oi, did you really have to shove me right in the tits, blondie? I'm just as confused as you are...I don't even know where I am, or how I got here! I'm just really cold and need some warmth to get my legs working again..."
Surprisingly, the doll seemed to relent once the shambling corpse explained a little of her situation. She's lost, just as much as she was. A little relateable considering the circumstances. Maybe she could bare to be a little easier on her for the time being.
At the very least not field kick her head into the stratosphere.
"Alright, alright. I get it. You don't need to give me your enitre life story about how you were taken from the after life and made to suffer on this earth or whatever. Probably not a good idea to crawl up to whatever relatively living thing you see is I all I'm saying..."
The doll pulled herself out of her makeshift sack to walk over and grab her head. Creepy, but servicable to say the least. Glad she didn't break anything else.
