A Little Moxxie Love Party
Shooting Star
Now when you had experiences like that fateful summer she and her brobro went through when they were 12 going 13, followed by hitting the jackpot when it came to puberty and hormones? Mabel knew normality was not something to expect to be a constant in her life so you can imagine the mixed thoughts she'd had reardgingshe’s been hearing something on the internet. But when it seemed that even Pacifica and Tambry by their own admissions, even, admitted to trying this thing, she figured why the hell not, right? This was how we came to find the busty college Pines girl in the midst of setting up a certain ritual her two aforementioned gal pals had recently come to learn about from the peculiar world of the web, all set and ready to light the central candle that'd get this party started.
Her reasons for doing so were simple, partly it was out of curiosity and she was lookingto kill some time she decided why not, right?! Okay so yeah she was on a bit of a dry spell, her romantic and sex life were hand in hand in terms of total duds and failures. Like the one guy who blew his load just from getting horny or the guy who couldn't manage to get it up even after trying to punch his own groin and shock it with a tazer as a makeshift defibrillator, don't ask, just don't!! So yeah some ritual that wouldn't bring a reality warping dorito or cost her soul and for as long as this candle would burn, she'd have a hunky demon boy toy?
She could feel her thighs becoming soaked with love nectar flowing from her quivering, needy slit as she began conducting the summoning ceremony. Visions of an incubus version of Kaz or Skylar, perhaps a wild Ceberus who'd knot her and ensure human men would be ruined for her!? Or some rampant tentacle beast like out of those damn hentais!! But as soon as the infernal smoke and mirrors light show played its course, the feisty lusty shooting star couldn't help but feel her libido deflate like a balloon losing its air or helium as she beheld the results of this total gyp. Now come on people, you've read this story long enough to know who it is, like I'm really gonna insult your intelligence?!
Moxxie:*A script of all things in his hands, clad in just a silk bathrobe and sitting in those sort of chairs you'd find a movie director in at times, our resident favourite possum blinked like an owl as he beheld his surroundings. Putting the document he'd been in the midst of reading aside as he gained a deadpan expression on his sweet freckled face when he noticed the clearly disappointed Mabel and recognised the magical circle he was in. Of course it was this whole thing again, right when he was set for a personal spa day before an upcoming shoot. He figured it'd be best to do both himself and her a favour as he cut right to the point, getting up from his seat as he undid his robe and exposed his naked imp body before her.*"Alright so how do you want this to start?"
Whatever disappointment or downer Mabel had been feeling before was now non existent as she laid her eyes on that big Imp cock, her libido surging with a renewed burst of lust. All that was on her mind right now was that sweet possum taking that shotgun between her legs and start going off on her, as she was soon naked and kneeling on the floor. Squatting down as she had her legs hugged around Moxxie's waist, looking up at him with lusty worship burning in her eyes as she gave a thirsty, passionate power-sucking blowjob. Slobbering all over the crimson length and girth uncaring that she'd suffocate as she deepthroated it, intent on planting sloppy kisses on his sweet little stomach and those jizz loaded balls of his.
Just the scent and taste of his pre as it dazzled her tongue was flooding her brain with raw, erotic bliss to a point she was feeling like she was getting drunk and high off of her own horny state of mind. Which might be how she came to find herself experiencing her own little pornographic montage in a hazy, surrealist like manner as she soon came to find her world being rocked by every sweet, hot, pulsing inch of Moxxie's length and girth. The imp currently mounted atop her as he took her from behind while she stood bent over against her bedroom window. Clasping the curtains for dear life as she stood on the tips of her toes, legs shaking and tits swaying as her ass jiggled and clapped to the impact of the sweet possum's jackhammering pelvis.
But of course Moxxie was only just getting started as Mabel found him proceeding to not only put any and every previous sexual partner to shame in terms of his endowment but his demonic sexual skill and experience. His quite equally gifted tongue and mouth also talented in working some erotic magic on her as he sucked and licked away on her juicy tits, all the while folding and plowing her in a mating press. her face a raw ahegao as pink glowing hearts radiated in her eyes, drooling shamelessly as those heavy red balls smacked her bubble butt. The bed shaking and creaking as her lewd cries and howls of pleasure echoed throughout the whole of the Falls from the town to possibly all of Oregon. She didn't care who heard her, let them all know that she, Mabel Pines, was having the best fuck of her life from a little sex god out of Hell!!
Orgasm after orgasm, position after position with her womb getting hammered, her throat and mouth stuffed and her ass tapped like a bongo drum. The shooting star babe finding her room trashed in this sexual tornado with her bed broken, walls and sheets alike becoming soaked with sweat and juices as her little imp Casanova kept bringing her to the peak of ecstasy. Missionary, Doggy, cowgirl to prone bone all leading to her in his embrace in a seated lotus, bouncing on his bucking lap as they made out. Tongues dancing as they shared one intense simultaneous climax together, causing Mabel's erotic adrenaline rush to finally crash as her body felt the afterglow kick in.
When she came to the next morning, the sticky and oh so sated Pines girl pouted adorably to find her little imp lover boy was already gone, no doubt the ritual had run its course. But to her delight, he'd left her a business card with his contact details on it, an unspoken promise that if she ever wanted another night of fun, just call and make arrangements. Suffice to say she was only too glad to give Pacifica and Tambry the juicy details of her wild ride on the Moxxie express as the misfit trio compared and shared points on their experience with the imp. And suddenly had themselves a flash of an idea they found themselves sharing with the goth girl forum Tambry was a regular on...suffice to say, the old Society of the Blind Eye's headquarters was about to undergo some renovations and adjustments under new management.
As Gravity Falls would soon come to be one of the foundation grounds of what would become known nationwide as the Cult of the Possum, Moxxie had been quick to express apologies to his employer for the delay in the filming schedule yesterday. His Enigma boss ever understandable about the circumstances and quick to forgive Moxxie...that is provided he share the details of course. Mr.Sketch was feeling quite inspired to start checking out the little Oregon town at this rate if so many women there had been calling up his little rookie sensation. Honestly the guy waslike a magnet for finding talent....
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2 Elves and an Imp!!
The land of Eostia, on the surface what you’d see was your atypical sort of fantasy world, a realm of fairies, magics and all manner of beasts and mystical beings. It just so happened of course women around these parts happened to be quite the lookers in many shapes and sizes, all very easy on the eyes. Aaaaaand unfortunately in one sequence of events became a tragic twisted playground for a perverted maniac who just decided to make all these same women glorified sexual playthings. Yeah it was that kind of story but here as you can see, that’s not going to be the case s forget the script you thought you knew…..
It had all seemed to be playin out about the usual, an ongoing war between the 7 princess knights against the dark elf queen Origa Discordia and her hoard of monsters, which lead to our resident hentai ugly bastard Volt and his mercenary army the Black Dogs being hired. Followed by them capturing the virgin dark elf queen's fortress before said bastard decided to be an opportunistic prick and go for his grand vision of a sex empire, starting with first violating the queen and her beloved right hand girl Cloe. Now it's around this part before the debauchery happens that things proceed to go off course and it all starts with an idea the arrogant deviant just had out of the blue. One that in hindsight, he should've known would go bad for him but because he was such a lucky bastard, he figured what the hell?!
This was Discordia found herself having to set up a ritual circle, inscribing key runes and markings as candles were placed in order for her to summon up a demon. All under the threat of her beloved little Cloe being held hostage and the threat of them both to watch one another get gangfuck first by orcs and then Volt and his mercs. The mercenary captain of course looking forward to the results as he was hoping to be greeted by some devilish chaos god who would bless him with all manner of twisted gifts with which to make his deviant fantasy a reality. Truth be told Discordia wasn't even sure if this would work or not, this just happened to be some old spell she came across long ago and with her magic inexplicably going on the fritz, who knows what could happen but it was either this or be violated by this hoard of scum.....
So the hoard of horny sleaze and the 2 captive elves watched on and waited as the summoning spell came into effect, the ritual enacting a veritable light show of demonic tension...before it all finished to show none other than Moxxie, sitting on the floor having been in the middle of cleaning and prepping some of his personal arsenal of firearms. Plenty confused as to where he was and what exactly the ever fuckmothering Hell was going on as he found the surprised red eyes of Discordia and Cloe blinking while the Black Dogs hoard and their leader were confused and equally disappointed. This, he heard them rant, was all the stupid elf bitch could manage for them after all that? Suffice to say we he heard some of the very unpleasant unsavoury things they said they'd do to the pair of elf women....it was a very rare case of our sweet little possum...going fucking berserk and proceeding to turn that wing of the fortress into a bloodbath.
Origa Discordia had seen and witnessed many things in her long, ageless lifespan especially when it came to horrors and violence but this was something else. As she and Cloe watched in with curious awe and sickening fascination at the violence happening before their eyes at Moxxie inflicting pain and death on Volt and his horrified, dwindling band of deviant mercs. Limbs being hacked off, bullets flying from those quite, in their eyes, fascinating portable cannons of his to using an array of knives he had on him in very creative, naturally visceral ways. Reducing the hardened soldiers and brutish Orcs and monsters to agonised, brutalised herds of screaming livestock being put through the slaughterhouse, she and Cloe couldn't help but feel...a very distinct feeling...of raw, sensual passion and arousal burning within them.
Now Cloe was no stranger to the sensations of eroticism, though not in a way she could reflect on as being positive, but she never imagined there'd ever be a day either she or her queen, an immaculate dark magic goddess of elven kind, would ever feel any sort of attraction to a man sexually. Yet all the same, queen and bodyguard alike couldn't look away, didn't want to turn away as they watched the rabid little possum Hell sent forth as a blessing in disguise end his massacre castrating and ending Volt by cutting his back open and ripping out his spine with his whole skull still attached to it. The sight of this seemingly harmless little imp, hunched over panting like a rabid animal, soaked and dripping with blood from the tips of his horns to his sweet cloven toes made their pulses race, a pleasant tingle along their spines surging as they found themselves stripping naked before him. Catching his attention as the dark elf pair beckoned his attention, calling him over to wish to shower him with a well earned reward for his vicious, cathartic act of bravery and chivalry.
This was how our fave little possum came to find himself naked and soaking up the soothing waters of a luxury warm pool in what seemed to resemble those luxury ancient Roman bathhouses. His compact little crimson skinned body glistening clean of all the blood and gore he'd amassed and feeling like he was melting from the silky caresses of the dark elf pair's hands. Cloe and Origa's ruby red eyes glowing with pink hearts of lust as they serviced the imp with a cleansing massage for his aches and pains and showered his quite impressive length and girth with their mouths and tongues. Taking turns sucking and blowing on his cock as they orally worshipped it, licking and kissing from the tip to his smooth, heavy balls. Their pussies quivering and gushing with the growing desire, the need to mate with their imp saviour and bare his children.
Such was their state of arousal that they wasted little to no time in getting right to having their little gift from the gods commence with mating and breeding them as Origa opted to go first, feeling it only fitting her new champion claim her virginity. Any pain was outweighed by the raw, sensual pleasure that surged through her very being as her glistening, wet dusky skinned body bounced and rode on Moxxie's shaft with abandon, the usually cool,stoic immaculate dark elf's face that of a wanton, horny bitch in heat as she clasped hands with her demonic saviour and urged him to cum inside her as many times as he wanted. A feeling that was plenty mutual with Cloe, who felt no hesitation or shame as she used what experience she had to her advantage when it was her turn, bent over the edge of the pool as she rallied for the imp to be as rough with her as he wanted, choke her, pull her hair. Yet as dominant as he could be, she could feel his sensual caress, oh he was fucking her certainly yet also making love to her, making her feel like a woman...and she was falling for him so badly......
Minutes turned into hours as Discordia and Cloe turned the luxury bath into a den of pleasure, mating with their studly little imp saviour as they urged and compelled him to enjoy their sexy selves. Not even ceasing their orgasmic ecstasy as they moved to the exotic Dark Elf Queen’s personal bed chambers, soiling her silk sheets with sweat and sex juices. They didn’t want to miss even one string of momentum, knowing whatever summoning ritual that brought him here would soon send him back to whatever pit spawned him especially when they wanted to ensure they'd have some buns in the oven. Their little horned possum of course gladly obliging them even if he was still confused to the how and why he was in this peculiar little fantasy world, be damned if anyone back home would believe him....
Eventually all good things had to come to an end, which was the case as the summoning spell ran its course, sending Moxxie back to where he came from. Leaving Origa and Cloe sleeping blissfully as their naked, cum soaked and stuffed bodies caressed their bellies in instinctual assurance they were sure to be pregnant. Dreaming sweet dreams of future encounters with their impish sex god as visions filled their minds of a better Eostia. One where all women would hail and serve their new god, including Celestine herself...in time, the historical records of Eostia would come to know of this as the era of the Cult of The Red Possum....
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Venom-enal
Imp city was home to all manner of creatures, Hellborn and Sinner alike but unknown to them, a creature that was sent down to Hell had been among the shadows, searching for the perfect host. When they’d found one, it turned out to be a sinner that was obsessed with none other than our favorite imp assassin. So after the creature fused with her body, she felt strong, powerful, and above all else the need to have her man. To shower him with all her lust and love that if it were a rainstorm, it’d be enough to dampen the flames of Hell itself.
The hostess’ name was Linda, in life she'd been the daughter of a mob boss who had set her up in an arranged marriage to expand his family business (it was the mafia, make of that what you will), going along with it like the dutiful child she was. But in reality all she had ever wanted was to love someone and to be loved in return, someone to be her Prince Charming, to sweep her off her feet, give her a happily ever after and she thought this marriage was gonna be the perfect ending she wanted. But it wasn’t the case, because after the wedding she and her father were killed by the husband to be, who’d used he whole thing as a means to become the Don. So yeah not exactly a fairy tale ending.
So after she and the old man went to hell, she hired I.M.P. to take care of the guy as was their pitch speciality of course. Completely unaware that the Prince Charming she was looking for her whole life was right there until she saw him. It was love at first sight for her, everything she saw in Moxxie was perfect, his looks, his mannerisms, to even the sound of his sweet voice. She wanted so badly to make him hers, but when she found out that he was married, she was sad but not deterred, so she waited, biding her time to make her move, waiting to build up the courage to admit her love for moxxie and offer herself sexually to him, if not in heart than in body.
It wasn’t until this symbiotic creature bonded with her gave her that she truly felt the push she needed to get it done. That was how she came to find herself wallcrawling and webswinging her way on over to the humble abode that was Moxxie and Millie's apartment, sneaking in through a window, that her newfound super strength, from which her her slimey other half provided, effortlessly to find the imp's Wrath shortstack wife asleep beside her visiting sister Sallie May. And there sleeping so sweetly, safe and warm in bed, was the object of her sexual affections as she made her way in such with such graceful stealth that ninjas pretty much made more noise than her. Looming over his slumbering form, her black tar skin tight suited form radiating and pulsing with raw primal desire being within such proximity to the man of her wet dreams as she and her other half didn't resist letting their instincts and urges guide them into what followed next.
That was how Linda came to find herself laying on the mattress, eagerly stroking the Imp's cock, beholding his length and girth in awe at being so close to it as she breathed in his scent and showered it with lusty licks and kisses. Her symbiotic partner in crime providing her the means to deepthroat him, all the better to express her erotic devotion and desire as she sucked and blew on the shaft which had haunted her wet dreams. The sweet little Possum bucking his hips as he mumbled, clearly she wasn't the first or last woman in his life to help herself to pleasuring him in his sleep. Not that she was offended mind you, if anything it was a testament to the charisma of her Imp Prince charming as she felt her body's arousal skyrocket.
It was only natural then that the Venomous sinner upped her ante, her ooze covered bombshell form now mounting Moxxie as she bounced and rode on his lubed up cock with abandon. The absolute thrill, the sensation of his actual cock inside of her, stretching and filling her walls as it sank inch after glorious inch of its length and girth balls deep. Her smooth abs swelling with a distinct bulge indicating his reach as his fuckhammer knocked on and pounded at her womb. Symbiote and Sinner alike feeling the tidal wave like rush of orgasms sweep and rock through them in a passionate feedback loop as their needy slit held that imp shaft in the warm, wet embrace of its slutty folds.
Moxxie of course had on a sleeping blindfold so while he couldn't see this happening, he was definitely feeling it as he reached his hands out to grasp Linda's lovely hips. Surprising the She-venom sinner as she found her prince charming bucking and thrusting her with deep, hard piston motions through such stunning erotic skill and showing off his experience. Whoever he thought she was in his hazy lewd sleep was in need of a very swift fucking and so he was delivering it to her as she and her slimey better half felt their brains drown in an overdose of sexual bliss and ecstasy. The walls echoing with the clap of her booty cheeks and her wanton moans as she let dream man use her like his own personal onahole, relishing every bit of orgasmic bliss that followed.
Whatever sort of wet dreams the Sinner had about herself and Moxxie before certainly paled in comparison to the real deal and her oozey counterpart was certainly feeling it. Her literal skin-tight suit practically falling apart due to the sexual thrill of such passionate, intimate mating as its host's Prince Charming had his way with them. The bedsheets becoming soaked with with sweat and juices alike as they went from rolling around a mating and amazon press to her clinging to the walls and ceiling for dear life as she urged and compelled her imp lover to let loose and blow his load inside her. The most intense climax serving an ideal finale as she let lose with a primal, bestial screeching roar.....
It was this that caused Millie and Sally may to stir awake as the sisters came to, wondering just what in all the Circles had that been? Checking in on the bedroom, the source of the strange sound to find nothing more than the sight of a panting, exhausted Moxxie with his dick out and soaked with an overflow of his dribbling jizz. The two Wrath girls had to wonder just what the hell kind of wet dream Millie's stud had to be having to have busted a nut like he literally made a sexual hurricane occur. And feel quite turned on because hot damn was the scent getting them horny as fuck!!
While the duo of Moxxie's wife and his sister in law opted to tend to his possible wet dream induced state of rut with some tender lewd care, Linda had made her escape soon as she sensed the risk of being caught in the act. Crawling the walls and swinging around the skyline, sated for now at having achieved a fling of sexual passion with her Prince Charming and already making plans for the future. After all, no harm in keeping an eye on her precious little imp and making sure he and all those lovely ladies in his life stayed safe, right? Oh yes, she'd be his little secret snake in the garden, fangs out and ready to give any and all who wished or meant him harm...a little dose of Venom.....
(In terms of Linda's sinner form, think the attire and personality of Jessica rabbit with the appearance of Muffet from mafiatale mixed with Angeldust but rule 63.)
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Art all the Same
Hiroko Takashiro had always thought ever since that tragic night, fate would find a way to catch up to her and really what else was there to expect? It was common knowledge about Karma when it came to Witchcraft, do a spell with good intentions and you got the benefits threefold but do so with bad intentions? Well you can’t say doing something like messing around with a Satanic book and abusing it like she had would result in an absolute shitshow but this was taking the cake. Running through the labyrinth like corridors of the school late at night, being hunted by demons of all things!!
Yes in case you can’t have yet surmised, the bombshell art teacher has found herself the target of IMP, having sent by a revenge seeking Reika Kitami (who’d died tragically on that horrifying Walpurgis Night and wasn’t too happy about it to say the least). The misfit killer for hire trio had opted to split up and track down the redhead hottie throughout the campus but fate it seems wasn’t too merciless as Moxxie is the one who finds her first. Rifle trained on her as she was cornered in, of all places, her art classroom, when to her surprise the imp questions her as he thought something about their client’s story felt fishy. Lucky for her given Blitzo would’ve gunned her gun and asked questions never. Millie he wasn't too sure given how her temper could get when mixed with a thirst for violence.
Scared out of her wits, Takashiro decided if this was to be her last moments in life then she might as well go with Christ with a clean conscience as she revealed the knowledge and existence of the infamous bible black to the Imp. Any and all key sordid details from the antics of her witchcraft club to the series of events involving lies, sorcery and sex. All of which had lead to her own erotic violation at the hands of a perverted demon and the massacre of her club turned cult by a mad woman....and the unfortunate demise of Kitami who passed away from bloodloss moments before she could desperately accept a deal from the devil that would extend her miseral night until the next Walpurgis night. Even telling Moxxie where he could find where she'd hidden the damn tome and that he could take it afterwards as a trophy back to whatever dark masters he served in Hell if it at least meant he'd kill her painlessly.
Once he'd heard this grisly bit of exposition, Moxxie decided to take the art teacher up on her offeras he told her to wait and stay quiet in the art room while he went and made his way to the basement where it all happened. A quick search through and bingo bongo, he managed to locate it, examining the sinister novel as he held it in his hand before getting an idea as he quickly made his way back to Takashiro. Before her very eyes she watched as Moxxie tookout a cellphone (hellphone) called up Mr.Sketch to tell him to take the book, his pornographic employer obliging him of course as a portal opened up and snatched the cursed thing away. Satisfied, the imp composed a text with a rundown of what Takashiro had told him and that the Enigma would do as need be, all the while our sweet possum informed the repentant woman that he wasn't going to kill her BUT they were going to need to throw Blitzo off because knowing the former circus boy, he wasn't going to like feeling gyped.
getting an idea she felt just might work, Takashiro began using her art skills to a degree that would make Tom Savini applaud as she pained herself to look like she was shot by Moxxie. Soon as she was laying there seeming as dead and corpse like as need be, the imp got the hint as he popped off a round in his rifle, causing the blood looking paints to scatter and spill which really gave a murder scene vibe. Blitzo and Millie arriving soon as they heard the bang and came to find the thespian standing over the target's bloody looking corpse, the former actually impressed at Moxxie having a pair and a spine even if he didn't outright say good job. After all, the bitch was dead and they could get paid as he opened up a portal home though Moxxie told them to go on ahead as he said he was going to deal with disposing of the body.
Seeing no reason to argue with that train of logic, Blitzo shrugged as he and Millie went on back to hell, though Moxxie's lovely, kinky shortstack wife giggled as she shot him a wink and a smile, mouthing have fun at him. Yeah figures she knew damn well this was a set up but hey her man spared a pretty lady and they were getting paid for doing squat, bonus!! Coming to once the coast was clear and totally overjoyed at seeing the damned, cursed book gone and still being alive, the rapture and adrenaline seized the sexy redhead as she kissed Moxxie, her tongue dancing with his in sloppy passionate abandon, as she let her urges take over and guide her. Leading them to strip one another naked and get right down to doing it, then and there in the art room.
The full moon's light gave the room a rather sensual atmosphere as Takashiro moaned with sexual bliss and delight at the skilled hands and mouth of Moxxie. The rather gifted and so very well endowed imp putting all her lewd fantasies to shame (like being gangfucked by her students) and erased that car crash experience with that tentacle violating demon out of sight and mind as he groped and caressed her all over. Her tits and ass like dough in his hands as he pussy dribbled with a watefall of nectar that made a growing puddle on the floor while she tricked his pulsing red shaft in her hand, lust glowing in her eyes as she yearned to have it inside of her. But once she did..she truly abandoned all sense of reason and rationale, orgasmic rapture rushing through her as she fell in mind, body, heart and soul in love with her new little master.
Over and over she welcomed Moxxie asking her to peak of ecstasy, exclaiming her as his love slave with every thrust and pump of his cock into her pussy. Shamelessly keeping herself within his reach and bund as she relished every position she was put through from any and every possible way to being taken behind to laying atop him as she made herself his persona onahole, fit only to serve and please him. Every and any instance he came inside her a thrilling sensation as she urged her demonic saviour and new lord to keep going until she was well and truly broken, ruined for other men. In her erotic tainted mind, she was truly making art within this classroom, the art of making love to a true demon among men as the pair went at it long into the night.
When Moxxie had finally finished, making the call after he cleaned up..and took the time to take Takashiro back to her home and tuck her in bed, he knew Millie was going to love this story for sure. For Takashiro of course, this night of passion with her infernal messiah, as she considered him, would later contact the spirit of Reika Kitami to make amends..and propose a a peculiar idea she felt would benefit them both greatly. And it was from the moment onwards…that a Cult of the Possum would come to be formed within this peculiar Japanese campus. More so once they came upon a certain ritual that circulated online within certain circles….
Meanwhile, Sketch and Asmodeus, the resident sin king of Lust itself were standing in front of the demon who is bound in chains, the duo looking ready to punish and destroy him. Suffice to say, the literal and figurative horny bastard was looking ready to shit and piss himself knowing he was going to be facing some severe penalties. If he'd known all that shit with Alister Crowley was going to come back and bite him in the ass, he'd have never conceived that damn book. And there was no doubt he was going to truly know HELL!!
