This story was written for the following prompt: "A young man works at a holstaur ranch, milking the breasts and cocks of the gorgeous and horny livestock that prefer the human touch over machines." (Note: Holstaurs are a kind of monster girl with horns and a propensity to produce milk, similar to cows.) This is quite different to my normal content, so ple...
This is quite different to my normal content, so please read the content warnings. I fully understand if this is not your thing, but I hope it's enjoyable to those who read on. Contains: male on futa, a futa woman with horns (i.e. a holstaur), breast milking, and some orgasm control. "Sorry to keep you waiting," Jake said, closing the door behind him. "...
Morning finally came. A blessed relief to the futa who sat, curled up in a ball, on the bathroom floor to hide away from her girlfriend's relentless libido. Hers wasn't any better. Alisa's erection had remained stoic throughout the night, leaking pre-cum into a puddle and waiting for her self-control to crack. The possibility wasn't something she even entert...
For a time Jango Fett was considered as a template for clone army, but in the end someone different was chosen – Ros Lai. A busty redhead human female and force using Nightsister. Even through she was a strong force user, only small percentage of her clones have have talent in it. Those clones had been given special training by count Dooku himself. Their ex...
Author's Note: A story requested by a reader. *** Jennifer rolled over onto her side, facing away from her girlfriend. She felt her do the same, their butts pressing together, though it did nothing to add intimacy to the night. After a failed attempt at riling up her lover there was no redeeming it. All they could do was try and sleep, despite Jennifer's l...
Whatever expectations she had were shattered. Pleasure was no stranger to Carmen anymore since masturbating daily, nor was oral from her time with Stacy, and the infrequent blowjobs Ryuka snuck upon her, but this shocked her to the core. Moans trickled from her mouth like sweet nothings. She stared at the ceiling, hoping to reconcile reality with the sensati...
The Abbey of the Order of the Burning Rose has stood upon the hallowed cliffs at White Rock and faced it stones against the crashing sea for over nine hundred years. Its great walls are built from slabs of the white marble upon which its foundation rests. The salt spray has etched and darkened paths between each massive block of stone so that it seems drawn...
At a solid 5’10”, an amazonian figure, and brilliant red hair lesser woman call dyed, though never to your face, you cut an intimidating figure in your form fitting flight suit. On your hip you carry a stun whip and pistol. A bandolier draped across your shoulder (and oh so tastefully running between your breasts) contains the remaining tools of your trade....
[Pre-story]Content Warnings: unrealistic anatomy, futa, horse cock, huge cock, excessive cum. Disclaimer: All characters are 18+[/pre-story] Lay On Hands, Chapter 3 Pyrista held her wife's gaze as her lips lingered on the flared tip of Rylinne's cock, the lewd kiss intensifying. As her hands continued to stroke up and down Rylinne's length, her head began...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: First story I've written in a long time. Constructive criticism is always welcomed. I put this in the Sci-fi/fantasy category, because I think it fits best here. I realize that it could also fit into several others like non-consent/reluctance though. Enjoy ******* The year is 2129. Earth had been united under a single government. Overpopula...