Jun 16, 2022
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To Everyone Asking if I’m Okay
The story in my hands is mine. I’m my own favorite author because I know how heroines break. I know love stitches them together again.
My body carried me here even if it protested along the way. My tea is bitter, but the honey is sweet, and the ducks begging for food don’t bother me.
Time has left scars I cannot erase and today they are easy to ignore. I’ll ache with hopeless dreams tomorrow and forgotten memories tonight.
To everyone asking if I’m okay: I want you to know I am strong. and I want you to know I am fragile. Today, I am loved for both.
Hitting Rock Bottom for @solamancyzine!
Rated: T
Word: 1,648
Ship: Female Cadash/Solas
When the dust clears, there is no sound but sputtering coughing and indignant vulgarities.
“Are you injured?” Solas asks.
“Injured?” The former Inquisitor Maria Cadash's eyes gleam with fury in the dim light of the Deep Roads. “I've fallen five hundred feet into the soddin' Deep Roads and you're asking if I'm injured?”
“My magic did cushion our fall.”
“You can shove your magic up your—”
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April Patreon Exclusive Release: Getting Into Shape
Thank you for sticking with me for a whole month! I hope you enjoyed last month's story and I'm thrilled to bring you something very near and dear to my heart this month. This story is set in the same universe as Taking the Bull By the Horns, a story I wrote for a dear friend. I hope you're all ready to revisit the brothel, because I certainly was!
Pax is a changeling. Most people would consider them cursed. A bad omen at the least and an abomination at worst.
But Pax's skills are prized in certain professions. Working at Madame Yvette's brothel means Pax never has to worry about their next meal, their future, or where their next client is coming from.
They can be whoever you want, after all. But only for a price.
Category: M/Nonbinary
Special shoutout this month to my Kinkmaster General Patrons! Noire, Kunstpause, and Colleen are amazing individuals and I'm so thrilled to have you here with me! You an use the files below on most electronic devices, so please pick the one most accessible for you, and if you need another please let me know!
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Hello!! It’s been awhile and I know I’ve been sort of absent. Long story short, physical and mental health took a sharp nose dive and while I kept writing, I kind of let social media fall by the way side, especially tumblr cause it tends to take the most spoons.
But I am back, at least for the moment! I can’t even begin to tag everyone who’s tagged me in my absence but I’ve seen all of them and it means so much that you’ve thought of me <3 <3 I know in the last 24 hours I did get tags from @morganlefaye79 and @emerald-amidst-gold and I appreciate you both!!
This is actually a sneak peak of my @solamancyzine piece. In typical Manka fashion, I took Solas, then made it dwarfy. In a skirmish with the former Inquisitor Cadash, they take a tumble into the Deep Roads. Cadash isn’t happy:
When the dust clears, there is no sound but sputtering coughing and indignant vulgarities.
“Are you injured?” Solas asks.
“Injured?” The former Inquisitor Cadash’s eyes gleam with fury in the dim light of the Deep Roads. “I’ve fallen five hundred feet into the soddin’ Deep Roads and you’re asking if I’m injured?"
"My magic did cushion our fall."
"You can shove your magic up your-"
Solas never gets to hear where exactly he can place his arcane talents. The moment Cadash regains her feet, she buckles like one of her card towers right onto her dwarven posterior.
"Perhaps my magic can be of some assistance after all?” he suggests mildly.
She groans in defeat and flops onto her back. Solas tries not to smirk.
Tag list below the cut <3
@musetta3, @coryfirelion, @another-rogue-trevelyan, @midriffmoors, @starsandskies, @kunstpause, @pikapeppa, @sunspott, @tessa1972, @wizardofozymandias, @wickedwitchofthewilds, @pookydraws, @noire-pandora, @lavellanvibes, @tightassets @schoute, @serial-chillr, @wardenari, @barbex, @blarfkey, @scharoux, @curiousthimble, @midnightprelude, @zuendwinkel, @padme4000, @alyssalenko
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Sins By Manka Patreon Launch TODAY!
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Thank you for the tags @raflesia65 and @noire-pandora! I think I’ve missed some from @crackinglamb, @elveny, @wickedwitchofthewilds, @jentrevellan, and maybe some others as well. I apologize! June is a busy month with lots of deadlines and I’ve been working my ass off to try and get things done early.
This is a little bit from my upcoming 10k+ Patreon story available on July 1st! It is of course smutty.
Karaz wraps her in strong, burly arms and caresses her temple. Whoever was tying the knots finishes what they’ve started, drawing her wrists tight behind her back in a simple, snug harness. She struggles against it, but only for a moment as Karaz settles her into his lap, an even thicker cock rubbing against her swollen folds.
“Ever had a dwarf?” he asks quietly. She shakes her head no and he laughs even more richly. “Oh you’re in for a treat, sweetheart. Let me hear you take it. Don’t hold back.”
She’s not sure she could if she tried. Her head tips back, shouting to the rafters as he moves her like she’s no more than a doll. Her nails curl into her palms as he huffs, clearly amused by how tight her body is, how she stretches to accept his terrifying girth.
“That’s a girl,” he murmurs. “Halfway in.”
She sobs, her head falling into his shoulder as he lifts her up, only to let her slowly slide back down. At the same time she feels Yax’s cool, precise fingers sliding between her ass to circle her hole.
“I intend to take you in all of them,” he promises darkly in her ear, “but this will do to start.”
WIP Wednesday! Preview of May's Patron fic!
Thank you for the tags @musetta3, @morganlefaye79, and @raflesia65! This is for my patrons next month and is some original smut starring a warlock and a succubus!
Tagging forward to @crackinglamb @blarfkey @tuffypelly @noire-pandora @itscadashing @deannajacksonauthor @coryfirelion @dreadfutures @in-arlathan @thevikingwoman
“Hello there,” he says smoothly. “Don’t hide from me, my dear. I’m quite happy to see you.”
A laugh greet this statement, smoky as the guttering flames that begin to light themselves one by one, casting their glow onto a luscious figure floating in his circle.
“Everyone is quite happy to see me, Warlock,” the succubus purrs, her fingers traveling down the curve of her abdomen, lingering over plush hips. “I do not blame them. Mortals are so very… easy.”
“So we are. Easily tempted. Easily tricked.” Alain winks. “Especially by a vision such as yourself. May I have your name?”
Her round cheek lifts as she smirks, shaking her head slowly back and forth. “You must think you’re very clever, warlock. No, you may not have my name. It is my own, although you may call me by it.” She pauses dramatically, the candles growing to cast her in brighter light. “I am known as Nymah, Warlock. Perhaps you may give me your name?”
Alain swallows and sinks into a bow. “I am afraid I cannot give it, not even to you. But if you seek a name to say so sweetly, I go by Alain.”
He raises his head to watch as she considers this, seeming to hold his name in her cheek before she releases it in a whisper that is much too loud, much too close despite the distance between them.
“Alain… a fine name for a fine looking mortal. Have you asked me to grant your most depraved desires? I should enjoy doing so.”