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@alphonso-p-spain See, in my mind, since she’s one of the few characters to use actual, legit, gods-be-damned magic, I’d argue a D&D version would be more like a Wizard, maybe of the Conjuration variety

Some of the unofficial AU Muses I've got rattling around at the moment:

Bruce Wayne, the Dark Knight (Human Inquisitor Rogue/Way of Shadows Monk, with Noble Background)

Koriand'r (Fire Genasi Pyromancer Sorcerer, with Far-Traveler Background)

Dick Grayson (Human Way of Kensei Monk, with Entertainer Background)

Rachel Roth (Fallen Aasimar Shadow Sorcerer/Infernal Warlock, with Acolyte Background)

Diana Prince (Aasimar Battlemaster Fighter, with either Folk Hero or Noble Background)

Dinah Laurel Lance (Human Eloquence Bard/Thief Rogue (?), with maybe Folk Hero Background?)

Additional Suggestions or Critiques Welcome

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Some of the unofficial AU Muses I've got rattling around at the moment:

Bruce Wayne, the Dark Knight (Human Inquisitor Rogue/Way of Shadows Monk, with Noble Background)

Koriand'r (Fire Genasi Pyromancer Sorcerer, with Far-Traveler Background)

Dick Grayson (Human Way of Kensei Monk, with Entertainer Background)

Rachel Roth (Fallen Aasimar Shadow Sorcerer/Infernal Warlock, with Acolyte Background)

Diana Prince (Aasimar Battlemaster Fighter, with either Folk Hero or Noble Background)

Dinah Laurel Lance (Human Eloquence Bard/Thief Rogue (?), with maybe Folk Hero Background?)

Additional Suggestions or Critiques Welcome

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Don’t think I’ll be doing much writing tonight—unfortunately, work has sapped all of my patience and replaced it with cold burning fury

In other news, anyone know a good place to hide a body? If this week continues the way it has, I might need to dispose of a couple…

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Some like it rough, pt 2 4D

Orihime, despite presenting herself as kind and soft, secretly craved when men used her as a toy, like a slut. And when she brought home a goliath lover that night, she got exactly what she wanted.

Some Like it Rough v2: 4D

"Fuck yes~! Harder, baby—oh, fuck, smack me 'til I bruise~!"

It was strange hearing such debaucherous and degrading language falling from the face of someone so kind and innocent, but if there was one thing Tormund had learned over the course of the evening, it was that looks could be deceiving—and Orihime Inoue's sweet, soft, angelic appearance hid so much depravity, he was stunned she was still an active cleric. Apparently the gods were more forgiving these days.

The goliath warrior grinned down at his gorgeous new fuckdoll, a hand large enough to dwarf a catcher's mitt smacking her hard across the face—immediately coaxing a desperate moan from Orihime's lips. "Is that what you want, slut~?" he growled down at her, the hand dropping to wrap around her slender neck and squeeze, clenching down hard to choke her out.

Immediately, Orihime's body arched under him, her lips parting in a sharp, desperate cry. "FUCK YESS~!!" she moaned out, and she gasped as her gaze locked on his—bright lust glowing in her amber eyes as her body bounced on the bed with his thrusts. "Oh fuck, baby, yes~! Mmm, break me, break my slutty body with your big, strong hands and your fat, throbbing dick~!! OH FUCK, DON'T STOP~!!"

The desperation in her cries made the goliath groan with wanton desire—no, there was no doubt in his mind now, there was no way Tormund was leaving this town without the slutty healer in tow. He growled down at her, his other hand rising to smack across her fat, bouncing breasts, before wrapping around her neck as well and holding her down as his hips slammed roughly into hers, the bed under them groaning in protest.

"When I'm through with you, bitch~ you won't be able to think of anything but fucking yourself on that fat, throbbing dick~!" he snarled down to her, roaring as he slammed his lips to hers and buried himself balls deep into her guts.

The cleric under him shuddered and moaned, her arms immediately rising to wrap around his shoulders and hold him close. Her own holy wardings protected her from the potent half-giant seed that spilled into her womb, but that was fine—she had no doubt Tormund would wear them out before the night was through, and she'd be fully knocked up as he carried her away in the early morning light—happily taken away by the first man to truly satisfy her.

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Let's Go To The Beach 7B - Nott the Brave has a special noble admirer that wants to invite her to his home for the weekend for a not-so-modest price. Days on the poolside are just one of the many things he wishes to do with the goblin rogue

Let's Go to the Beach! Beach!: 7B

Was it wrong to accept his offer? Perhaps—after all, her husband was no longer missing, and though the attempts to cure her of her goblinization had all failed, life was moving along rather smoothly. And it wasn't like they were hurting for cash—in fact, Yeza's alchemy business had never been better since moving to Nicodranas! Despite all life's hurdles, it felt like things were finally calming down.

And yet...there was something about the nobleman's offer...that she found she just couldn't say no...

"Oh yes~ such soft lips you have, Miss Brenatto~" the nobleman murmured with approval, his hand resting gently yet firmly at the back of the gorgeous goblin woman's head—holding her close as she steadily bobbed back and forth along his throbbing shaft. "How the Chateau hasn't scooped you up yet, I'll never understand~ you could give the Ruby herself a running with your mouth alone~"

Nott's green cheeks burned a darker teal at his tone and she moaned around his dick, a lewd gagging slurp escaping her as she forced herself further down. He was exaggerating, of course—there was no way he really thought she compared to someone as skilled in the ways of intimacy as Marion—but she still felt a small thrill in her chest at his words, and her hips swayed tantalizingly side to side behind her, as if wagging a tail in approval.

The nobleman smirked as he watched her plump backside sway, taking the bait eagerly as his hand crashed down to smack, slap, and grope the plump green peach greedily. "This body was made for sex~ gods, what I'd give to keep you for myself~" he groaned, bucking his hips slightly into her face, making the guttural moans grow louder. Nott's eyes widened at his tone—he wasn't serious, was he?

She pulled back, almost to question, but the hand at the back of her head kept her from pulling all the way off. Instead, she stared up at him, a startled look in her eyes, and the nobleman laughed cordially. "Oh, don't worry, Miss Brenatto, I wouldn't dare think of taking you away from your family and friends—even if it pains me to be without your sinful touch, it would be wrong to keep you from your life."

Nott breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to bob back down onto his shaft again—when she felt a firm tug at the back of her head, forcing her gaze back up to the handsome noble, he smirked down at her, a conspiratorial glint in his eyes.

"But, perhaps, we could make an arrangement~? Perhaps...every other weekend, my dear~?"

Again, the goblin girl's cheeks pooled with a deep teal blush. An agreement like that—it went beyond just a simple single invitation, now this man was offering her to start an affair with him behind her husband's back. This was definitely wrong, and she should've said so right then and there...if she hadn't had her mouth full of his thick, throbbing, and delicious cock...

Slowly, Nott gave the nobleman a nod, a glint of desire matching his in her eyes as she let him slowly push her down to the base again.

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Let’s Go to the Beach! Beach! 2A: It was just meant to be a little bit of a joy ride around the bay, seeing the sights and soaking in the sun. Once out, though, Yora realized the boatman she’d hired had different plans for her…

A desperate moan fell from the dark-elf's lips, and her body arched as she felt the rough, work-weathered hand grope and roughly squeeze at one of her sizable breasts. "It really is just like they say~" the sailor beside her chuckled darkly into her ear. "You drow girls are made to be sluts~ just look at you go~"

Yora wanted to deny his claim—deny it with all her heart—but it was such a shameful display that she couldn't find the words. The moment they'd gone far enough from the shore that they wouldn't be spotted, the sailor had immediately begun openly molesting her, toying with her—and despite her want to stop him, she hadn't found the strength to.

Her clothes were scattered across the deck of his boat—ripped and ruined, and leaving her utterly nude and helpless as he'd continued his assault, his massive throbbing shaft sinking into her folds and thrusting roughly away. Again, the want to resist built up inside her, only to pop like a balloon as she felt him grind into her sweetspot—and like she couldn't control herself at all, she climaxed around him.

"Lucky me for finding you~" the sailor chuckled, giving her breast a firm smack, and he grinned as he watched her hips gyrate against his—not even trying to hide the wanton lust that flooded through her form. "Just a bit of magic fingers, and you show your true colors~ anyone at the port could've made you theirs, but I'm the lucky son of a bitch who gets a free drow slut for himself~"

No, she wanted to say. No, she wasn't his—even as she climaxed over and over again, even as her body willfully arched into him and rocked against his rough thrusts—even as the hot sun overhead baked her mind into a haze of lust and madness—even then, she wanted to refuse his claims.

Instead, her lips parted with a moan, as bright pink eyes met his, full of passionate desire. "Yes, Master~ I'm all yours~"

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New theme for a new meme, inspired by sexy shenanigans in the great outdoors~ enjoy~

Twisted Tales Tavern Special:

On the Road Again~

Unless you're getting shot out of a cannon every time you and your party sets off on a new quest, the journey to your destination can be a long one. Townships are often days— sometimes over a week—of hard travel apart from each other, and between random encounters and general boredom, there's a million different ways to fill the time between point A and B. Just try not to lose yourself so much in the journey that you forget your destination entirely~

Canon Muses: Keyleth of the Air Ashari (Half-Elf Moon Druid), Vex'ahlia Vessar/DeRolo (Half-Elf Beastmaster Ranger), Jester Lavorre (Tiefling Trickster Cleric), Nott the Thicc (Goblin Arcane Trickster Rogue), Yasha Nydoorin (Aasimar Zealot Barbarian), Fearne Calloway (Satyr Wildfire Druid), Deanna Leimert (Gnome Life Cleric)

Ruby Rose (Human Ranger/Rogue), Weiss Schnee (Half-Elf Lore Bard), Blake Belladonna (Tabaxi Assassin Rogue), Yang Xiao-Long (Human Barbarian/Monk), Pyrrha Nikos (Human Champion Fighter)

Ochako Uraraka (Human Graviturgy Wizard), Momo Yaoyorozu (Human Monk/Rogue), Mina Ashido (Tiefling Spores Druid), Nejire Hado (Air Genasi Long Death Monk), Rumi Usagiyama (Lagomore Barbarian/Monk)

Test Muses: Anko Mitarashi (Half-Elf Assassin Rogue), Naruko Uzumaki (Half-Elf Beast Barbarian), Rukia Kuchiki (Halfling Bladesinger Wizard), Rangiku Matsumoto (Half-Elf Glamour Bard), Neliel Tu Odelschwanck (Satyr Ancients Paladin), Lucy Heartfilia (Aasimar Celestial Soul Sorcerer), Erza Scarlet (Human Battlemaster Fighter)

OC Muses: Jaerik Aldraeyds, Yora Vor’ziira, Esper Willowwind, Jade Ren, Terra Verdell

Kinks: Outdoors, Monster-Fucking, Hiding, Cheating, Mind-Break

Memes: Some Like it Rough v1, Overwhelmed, The Great Outdoors

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“Barkeep, pour me another round!”

"Another round, on the house!"

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Twisted Tavern Specials: In the Great Outdoors

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Overwhelmed 7C: Exhausted from her life of crime, Neo decides to take an extended vacation on the coast. Perhaps a nice resort town with in-suite spa services? Especially one with very thorough masseuses~

Neo couldn't help the look of excitement that flashed across her face as she saw the masseuses she'd requested—a pair of towering goliath men, both at least seven feet tall and sculpted from head to toe with powerful, cut and polished muscles. With her in her halfling form she took, there was no doubt in her mind the two men could do utterly unspeakable things to her, and she'd be helpless to stop them.

It turned the tiny criminal on so goddamn much.

"Hello ma'am, were you the one to request the massage?" one of the goliaths—sporting a thick and luxurious beard—asked with a curious tone, eyeing the short figure cautiously. While ordering two masseuses at once was not unusual, it certainly was...confusing to be met by someone who was well past both their heights.

Neo simply nodded with a smirk, immediately slipping out of the lounge robe she'd been wearing, displaying her curvaceous form to both goliath men—and grinning wider as she saw the simple loincloths they both wore shift and stir in response. Short though she was, she was far from lacking in any of her features in this form. With a wicked grin, she walked backwards towards the bed, crooking a finger at them to come in.

The two half-giant men shared a curious glance again, before closing and locking the door behind them and slowly approaching, watching her sinful form as she slid onto the center of the bed. "Are you sure, ma'am~?" the second goliath asked—and though his tone was concerned, it was clear he was growing more interested in her made-for-sex figure with every passing second. "It might be a bit...much~"

The changeling's response was to merely lick her lips with delight, reaching under both their loincloths to stroke their shafts directly. Oh trust me, she seemed to say, I can handle it~

And that was all the permission the two needed.

Any hesitation from before went up in smoke, and the halfling-shaped changeling let out a shrill squeal of delight as she felt herself scooped up and sandwiched between the two hulking studs. She let out a sharp gasp, feeling their massive cocks slam rough and deep into her folds and ass, her body shifting subconsciously to handle them both at once, and she shuddered as they began their ruthless and relentless assault, head rolling back with desperate, silent moans.

All the while, a lewd smile spread more and more across her shameless, slutty face.

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Crazy Lust 4B: Keyleth had been in dire need of a vacation for years now, and a trip to Dalen’s Closet was just what the Tempest needed. Especially with so many kind strangers around all too eager to help her forget her troubles…

The moment she saw the two approaching her, she knew she was in for quite the day. She'd come to this stretch of beach, not just to escape her problems and concerns, but to reminisce on a life that once was. Perhaps such thoughts had left the Ashari woman looking lonely, and they sought to comfort her—perhaps they recognized her need to relax and knew they could offer her some respite...

Or, perhaps they saw a busty redhead all by herself and decided to take advantage of the opportunity presented to them.

If she weren't already so much out of her right mind at the moment, she'd be leaning hard on that third assumption. As it was, though, the archdruid could barely do more than moan and hum in delight as the massive throbbing orc cock shoved roughly down her throat—to say nothing of rousing enough sense in her mind to realize this was a bad idea and that she should make them both stop.

"Goddamn, this bitch is the best one yet~!" the orc bellowed out with a laugh, the steady smack of his hips down into her face accenting his laughter. His hands rested on her curled headdress, gripping the antlers firmly as handholds as he fucked her face with more wanton pleasure. "Fuck~! It's like she was made for this~!"

"Of course she was~" his companion chuckled, and Keyleth moaned as she felt warm hands press against her upturned thighs, her hands eagerly holding her legs down in a deep mating press as the fire genasi's smoldering shaft sank into her ass—beneath the orc, her eyes rolled back as she felt pleasure explode through her body. "Ashari women are total sluts—she was made to be a whore~"

Keyleth couldn't argue, moaning desperately as the two continued to have their ways with her. She should tell them to stop—wild shape and escape, do something—but the more the two thrust into her, the more the leader of the Ashari moaned, her mind blanketed more and more with heavy lust, drool spilling out around the cock she choked on as she climaxed again and again from their ruthless assault.

She couldn't even offer the least bit of resistance as they dumped their loads into her, then scooped her off the sand and carried her away—back to their hotel, to enjoy her for the rest of their long vacation.

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Crazy Lust 6B: What’s more relaxing than swiping a few pockets? It was fun, exciting, and she got a nice little trinket out of it. She just had to not get caught—something Fearne forgot, and must now suffer the consequences of…

In all fairness, she was a guest of the DeRolo family—unwanted though she might've been—so she did feel just a bit of immunity as she clopped through the lavish halls of the immaculate Castle Whitestone. She was a very special guest—she could do whatever she wanted, and as long as word didn't get back to that stuffy Lord DeRolo, she wouldn't get in trouble. There were no rules!

That was her take on the situation, and the one she tried giving the guard she'd failed to swipe an emblem of the house off of—but the reality was much more nuanced than that.

"Do you understand now~?! You~! Stupid~! Bitch~!" the member of the Pale Guard growled into Fearne's ear with a biting venom, every word accented with the harsh and firm smack of his hips against hers. The roughness of his handling would've coaxed desperate cries to rise from the faun's throat—would've, were it not for the length of leather that was his belt, wrapped tightly around her neck to choke her as he shoved her up against the wall.

Fearne struggled to make out any kind of gasping reply, but the length of leather pressing down on her windpipe was rough—she struggled to catch her breath, let alone speak in more than a whisper, and her body shook as the rough strangulation made her shudder and groan with growing pleasure. "I-I~ I understand~" she struggled to croak out, before groaning as she was roughly shoved into the wall again.

"I can't hear you, bitch~!" the guard snarled in reply, tugging firmly on both ends of his belt to further choke out the helpless faun, his hips smacking harder and rougher into her ass. The sight of her curvaceous form shuddering in pleasure made the man behind the helmet grin a bit darker, and he jerked her back roughly to stare back at him. "If you can't speak up, I'll have to take you back to my barracks for more thorough punishments~!"

Fearne gasped and shuddered, her hands slowly dragging down the wall, the world slowly going dark as his rough assault was getting to be too much. "I-I under~ I understa-staaannnddd~"

The guard chuckled as her hoarse whisper trailed off with a moan, feeling her body collapse back against his as she shook and jerked with a violent climax, her head rolling onto his shoulder as she passed out entirely. Smirking, he relaxed his hold on his belt and scooped the unconscious faun up into his arms, carrying her back to his private quarters in the barracks—fully intending to make good on his lustful threats.

It would be many, many days before anyone learned what had become of her.

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Some Like it Rough v2 3D: She just wanted a break from all the madness—that’s why she went to the bar. Two drinks in, and Imogen started getting flirty. Three drinks in, she stole a kiss. Four drinks in, and she found herself following a stranger home…

She couldn't believe she was doing this. If she was still in her right mind, she definitely wouldn't be doing this—but the last few months had been some of the most stressful and overwhelming in her entire life so far, and more than a fair bit of reason had already been thrown out the window as she'd ordered that first drink. She just needed something to help take the edge off, that was all.

One drink became two, two became three, three became four...

"Five rounds in, and you're still so eager to go~" a deep, husky voice murmured into her ear, making her Imogen's breath catch in her chest. The hands pressing down on her head, holding her against the plush mattress she lay on, were firm and rough, but the voice was gentle, tender, and filled with a burning passion that made her groan with desire. "I'm definitely gonna be keeping you around, beautiful~"

"Yes please~" the sorceress moaned in agreement, and she gasped again with a deep, wanton sigh as she felt the heavy smack of the stranger's hips against her ass. It felt so good—so good to just lose herself to the wanton and lustful passion. Her body yearned for it, craved it—her hips arched upward, rocking back into his steady, relentless thrusts, feeling him carve deeper into her. "Oh gods~ ah need this, ah need this so much~"

The man chuckled softly at her wanton plea, his lips brushing across her flawless skin to finally kiss across the curve of her neck, his larger figure easily eclipsing hers in the bed. No doubt, her wishes were born from a drunken pleasure, lost in her own bliss as she let a stranger like him fuck her worries away...but the later into the night it got, the more he couldn't help but feel his own want to make this woman his, as well.

With a slow hand, the Jrusar Warden reached to his pack just off the bed, pulling free a metal collar inscribed with runes. These were used to keep prisoners in check—keeping them submissive and easy to handle. The man hesitated for a moment, before slowly lifting it up to her neck, and with a swift gesture—clicked it into place.

And Imogen still in the throes of pleasure, shuddered in delight—feeling her connection to the red moon suddenly shut off, and her body arch even further back into the embrace of her new master.

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Working Up a Sweat 2B: After much thought, Marion decides to get herself a personal trainer to help keep her figure fit and youthful. And with how their first session’s going, she’ll definitely be calling him over much more often~

The moment she'd laid eyes on him, she knew she'd made the right decision. Bluud had been right—the goliath was certainly a fit and ripped figure, and he was certain to give her the intense full-body workout that she craved...she just wasn't sure if what she craved now lined up with what she'd set out to find to begin with. And she wasn't sure if she really cared.

Despite her desires, she tried to keep herself composed and professional—she was still the Ruby of the Sea after all—and the workout started off normal enough. A few guided stretches, some easy yoga positions to get herself warmed up for the more intense training...but the whole while, she could feel the goliath's gaze devouring her, felt his hands linger where they probably shouldn't.

"Alright, Miss Lavorre~" a deep, husky voice murmured into her ear, and she felt his hands resting on the soft curve of her ass. "I think it's time we got serious~"

Marion couldn't agree more—and as she felt the tight leggings she'd worn for their first session rip wide open, the gorgeous tiefling woman let out a sharp gasping moan of elation. A firm smack to her plump buttocks coaxed a desperate moan from her lips, and she flipped her hair over a shoulder to glance back to him—just in time to spy the shape of his enormous pillar of a third leg line up with her ass and thrust roughly downwards.

Immediately, the lady of the Lavish Chateau groaned in pure ecstasy, her body pressing down into the comfortable mat she'd rolled out for her training. Her palms pressed against the floor, steadying herself as she gasped and groaned—every thrust of the hulking half-giant behind her making her moan sharper, deeper, more passionately. She'd been with many lovers over the years, but none were as large, or as rough, or as thorough as him—and she loved it.

It was hours before either of them were finished with their session—but once they were, a thoroughly satisfied goliath scooped the thoroughly fucked tiefling up off the floor and carried her back to the showers—enjoying himself with her one last time before he'd take her back home. All the while, Marion clung to him as desperately as she could, already planning on visiting him again very, very soon.

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Twisted Tales Tavern Special:

Taking a Long Rest

Because not every moment is fraught with peril—not every second is steeped in dread. Every once in a while, our heroes get the chance to take a break from their wild whirlwind lives and just live for a bit—rest and relax in a familiar city, or take a break in a beautiful vista. And, if such breaks include some lusty companions or very friendly strangers eager to help them relax, well~ who in their right mind would turn down that~?

Canon Muses: Keyleth of the Air Ashari, Vex'ahlia DeRolo/Vessar, Pike Trickfoot, Jester Lavorre, Nott the Thicc Brave, Marion Lavorre, Fearne Calloway, Laudna Half-Hanged, Imogen Temult, Deanna Leimert // Blake Belladonna (Tabaxi Rogue/Monk), Neopolitan (Changeling Assassin Rogue), Elm Ederne (Goliath Totem Barbarian), Coco Adel (Human Artillerist Artificer), Kali Belladonna (Tabaxi NPC Housewife) // Rumi Usagiyama (Lagomore Barbarian/Monk), Nerumi Kayama (Half-Elf Glamour Bard), Mitsuki Bakugou (Human NPC Housewife), Ochako Uraraka (Human Graviturgy Wizard), Momo Yaoyorozu (Human Monk/Rogue)

Test Muses: Hinata Hyuuga (Human Open Hand Monk), Tsunade Senju (High Elf Life Domain Cleric), Rukia Kuchiki (Halfling Bladesinger Wizard), Orihime Inoue (Human Life Domain Cleric), Lucy Heartfilia (Aasimar Celestial Soul Sorcerer), Juvia Lockster (Water Genasi Tempest Cleric)

OC Muses: Jaerik Aldraeyds, Lorelei Astolas, Yora Vor’ziira, Esper Willowwind, Jade Ren, Terra Verdell

Kinks: Public, Outdoors, Cheating, Multiple Partners, Slutification

Memes: Tavern Specials v2, Some Like it Rough v2, Overwhelmed, Crazy Lust, Working Up a Sweat, Let’s Go to the Beach! Beach!

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Overwhelmed 5D: After listening to the drunk asshole catcalling the barmaids all night, Jade Ren finally had enough and decided to give him a piece of her mind—only to find herself naked and kneeling before him in his room…

She should hate this. She should hate what he was doing to her. He had been an insufferable pig all evening—leering at the girls working the tavern, making rude comments, groping any of them that had gotten near—he had more than done enough to earn her ire, to earn her absolute revulsion, to make her come up and knock sense into him like he was one of her training dummies in her dojo—

"Yes, that's it, you little whore~ use those fat tits the way you're supposed to~"

His degrading tone sent a shiver down Jade's spine, and she gasped as she felt his hand come down to rest on the back of her head—pulling her closer to let her soft, plump, pillowy tits engulf even more of his throbbing dick. She let out a gasp, her body instinctively leaning into him—much to her own shame—and her hands groped her breasts almost wantonly as she pumped them up and down his length.

"You~ you fucking bastard~" she muttered out, but the venom she wanted had been replaced by a wanton, overwhelming lust that cast all rational thought into a thick fog. "You fucking big-dicked bastard~"

"That's right, slut, I'm a big-dicked bastard~" the brutish patron almost happily declared—his fingers tangled in her hair and he shoved her forward, a sharp gasp escaping the half-elven woman as she felt his throbbing dick suddenly plunge past her lips, and without hesitation she began to eagerly, almost greedily suck and slurp around him. "And from now on, you're my slutty big-tiddied whore~"

Again, his degrading words sent a shiver down Jade's spine, but the half-elf woman couldn't even bring herself to argue. As much as she wanted to deny it, he was right—she knew it, as she drooled around his fat cock, lubing her own tits with even more of her own saliva and pumping them more eagerly, more greedily up and down his shaft, her gaze never leaving his as she stared up at him in desperation.

Jade the martial artist was long gone, and all that remained was his big-tiddied slut.

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Overwhelmed 4C,

Jester feels she is old enough to start working at the Chateau with her Mama, Wanting to dissuade her daughter from choosing this life, the Ruby rigs the first client to be her most energetic rough lover.

Overwhelmed: 4C

Jester had been beyond elated when her mother finally relented and let her take her first client. Despite Marion's consistent attempts to steer her towards a different path in life, Jester had always been drawn to the entrancing performances her mother displayed—both on the stage and in her bedroom. She was a woman loved by many and wanted by all, and Jester wanted so much to join her.

The moment her first client arrived to her room, though, the young tiefling found herself wondering if she'd bit off a bit too much.

"OH GODS FUCKKK~!!" Jester's voice rang out with a desperate chime, her hands desperately gripping the armrest of the large couch she was pressed up again, bending over at a sharp angle. Her voice mingled with the steady and sharp smack of flesh on flesh as she felt the powerful hips plow roughly into her from behind, felt his enormous throbbing cock slam hard and deep into her now no longer pure and untouched folds, carving himself relentlessly into her memory.

"Gods, you are so much tighter than your mother, little Sapphire~" her evening companion murmured, and his massive hands dropped to rest on the both of hers on the armrest, holding her firmly down under him as he plowed away. The towering goliath sailor absolutely eclipsed the young tiefling's form with his, casting her into shadow as he plowed relentlessly away into her, his voice gruff and growling as he leaned toward her pointed ears. "I might be calling you up much more often from now on, my dear~"

Jester could barely even try to reply, every thrust forcing the breath from her lungs, every smack of her ass against his forcing her body to jerk and rattle with overwhelming force. It was so much more than she'd been prepared for—so much more than what her mother had prepared her for, and for a flash of a moment, she wondered if perhaps she'd been set up for failure...

And then she felt the half-giant's fingers tangle tightly in her hair and jerk her roughly back—a gasping moan escaped her lips, and her lithe and slender figure arched back towards him as she felt his cock bury roughly and deeply into her womb. Her eyes rolled back with a passionate cry as she felt him throb, then pulse, then erupt all at once, pumping load after load of his hot and thick goliath cum into her, stuffing her to the brim, before finally releasing her and letting her slump over the couch armrest with a gasping sigh.

"Oh gods~" Jester groaned, her body shuddered. It was so much...so, so much...slowly, a lewd smile spread across her lips, and her tail rose to curl intimately around her companion's waist. "I hope...there's more where that came from~"

From this night onward, the Chateau had a new star.