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[kabr0ztrousers]

Loved the portal pussy. Could we maybe do one with a tentacle type? Maybe grocery shopping or she falls asleep and forgets it's on or something. Whatever you want. Thank you!!!!

Kabr0z Writes episode 86: Shopping Trip

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CWs: portal sex; public sex; freeuse; exhibitionism; excessive cum; cumulation; tentacles; cervical penetration

A/N: This story references a previous one, Episode 53: Hornyposting - it's not required reading, but it's one I really enjoyed writing, and I think you'll enjoy reading

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Another fruitful day of scrolling your favourite forums. You'd had such success last time, even if it did get you thrown out of a chain coffee shop. This time you'd found something very interesting indeed: apparently your portal could be tuned between channels, technically it's a bug, but if done just right you can set yourself as a wildcard of sorts. If you tune it just right, you can intercept a session and instead of tuning to the expected recipient, they get you.

At least, that's the theory. All the forums had to go off was a notice from the manufacturer asking people not to try it, and a dozen or so posts from other forum members telling you to do it anyway. It's worth it.

There's no way of knowing when someone would tune in, that's part of the thrill. You walked in to the supermarket, pushing a trolley ahead if you when you hit the button. Normally nothing would happen until someone else connected, this time it felt strange, like a warm fizzing static humming against your folds. It wasn't unpleasant, quite the opposite, but it definitely wasn't the usual experience.

You were turning onto the tins aisle when something started happening. The buzzing intensified for a moment, the sudden increase in sensation making you gasp a little. Something wet parted your lips, tracing a cold line towards your clit, rising back out before it reached your button. You shuddered, anticipation rising in you. Did this person know you're not who they meant to get? Were they tuned between channels like you, looking to see what they'd get?

The tip came back, accompanied by another now. You dropped a can of beans into your trolley, maybe a little harder than you meant to. Nobody seems to have noticed. The tips found your clit, one slipping dexterously under the hood as it explored you. You leant on the trolley, subconsciously pushing your ass out as you pushed it onwards. You'd worn leggings, the tight Spandex pair that left nothing to the imagination, along with the shortest miniskirt you owned. You could feel the spreading wetness starting to leak around your knickers, darkening the fabric around them. It wouldn't be long until you're showing off to the rest of the store.

You hurried up. Grabbing canned goods almost at random before entering the next aisle, frozen. Something was testing you, circling the entrance to your cunt, gently probing into you every now and then, just a little, but getting bolder as it went. Whoever this is, they knew how to get you going. Light touches on your lips, long drawn-out licks of your clit, and the incessant probing-flicking teasing of your hole.

You couldn't help it. A hand shot to your mouth. The wetness spread further as you clenched your other hand around the trolley handle. You tried to make it look like a yawn, but the half-crossing of your legs and the blissful expression on your face weren't helping. A couple of people looked at you with sideways glances. You reddened, they had to know, right?

Either way, you hurried on. The motion rubbing the tapering ends between the folds of your nethers, coating them even more with your moisture. This only emboldened the one in your entrance, letting it push in a few inches, then a few more, a few more. Before you'd left the aisle you were full, the appendage wriggling within your cunt. It was so long, and thin enough to almost coil in your pussy. That didn't mean it was going easy on you. It squirmed around, the whole length of it moving so powerfully against every part of you. It's getting hard to hide. Every sliding motion of the tentacle inside you made you blush, your breath catching and pulse quickening as you reached a second peak. The tendril rubbed your g-spot, right as one on the outside of you circled your clit just right. The wave that hit you bowled you off your feet. You dropped to your knees, wetness visibly staining the hot pink leggings, threatening to drip in lewd-smelling strands onto the floor were your hand not clasped over it as you gasped and whined.

Your quivering form could barely stay balanced, planting your feet, holding your legs open to lean on them. There's no way people didn't see. No way they couldn't smell it. The growing dark patch on your panties showed off what you were doing. The first tentacle was joined by another, then another. Whatever it was looking for, it was getting impatient to find. Three? Four tentacles writhed inside you, spiralling against each other, sliding past them. Each movement brought fresh whines from you.

Someone approached, asking if you were alright. You couldn't look at him, let alone drink. Your glazed vision was blurring from the force of your cunt twitching and squeezing. Your ears rang with a tinnitus screech as your heart raced. You could see more people approaching, standing around you as you twitched and wriggled on the tile floor.

The tentacles found their mark. A thinner tendril slipped through the mass of slick flesh working at your walls. You gasped as it pressed against the pinhole entrance to your cervix, the gasp turning to a moan as it oozed a hot liquid intk your womb, relaxing the muscular neck just enough to slip in.

The thin tendril pumped fluids into you, thin at first, then thinking to a viscous gel. You could feel it filling you as the tip of the tendril expanded, becoming a sort of reverse-catheter, stopping you up so it could force the thick, sticky fluid into you. The skin of your belly stretched, you looked bloated, then pregnant. Still it pumped into you, until the seal wasn't enough to hold the sheer volume back, cum squirting back out, oozing past the plug of tentacles, lubricating their still writhing masses before oozing out all over your legs. The hot, musky smell of fresh cum radiated from the floor where you sat. Disgusted noises emanated from the surrounding crowd as the stinking seed collected in a growing puddle beneath you.

At last the tendril finished. The end popping off to stick in your womb, plugging the entrance. You stayed a moment, feeling the tentacles slip out of you one by one, rubbing deliciously against your insides as they vacated your swollen, red pussy.

The last one slipped around your cunt, like a lover spreading their seed over your entrance, marking you as their own.

The panties cut off with a soft click. You stayed a few more moments, lying in the middle of s crowd of people too disgusted to look, but too intrigued to look away. A minute passed before you were strong enough to peel yourself off the floor, legs sticking together with a film of still fluid, still very thick cum.

You hobbled out of the store, trolley abandoned, looking like you've been carrying triplets for last 6 months. Slowly, carefully, you picked your way home, opening the forum on your phone as you walked.

"10/10, would exploit bugs again"

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Damn, I hate daylight savings time. It's now 2:33 am!

If you have anything you want to see, more portals or otherwise, drop an ask and I'll see what I can do!

[arcanepactguile]

Getting railed by the grandaddy of alphas, Satan himself, Alastor hadn't thought he would be hunted down and selected as the Lord of Hell’s prized breeding stock: if only a scent could do it, what would he be like at other times? At any time he liked? Was he going to mount him again before his seed had time to dry?

Huffing, flecks of saliva flying, the Radio Demon had gone limp, allowing his mate to rut into him as if he really could have achieved carrying his litter the fiercer he was fucked, warmth pooling in his gut as he took the frenzied pounding like a docile doe. Alastor was whining plaintively, his arms boneless in the dragon’s grip, his sweat-bathed body gripping the twitching cock in increasing squeezes to coax the first climax.

Gritting his sharp teeth, the wound in his neck oozing blood under the tightened tension in his muscles, the sudden twinge inside his core was the sign he’d hungered for: the Radio Demon letting go a long, rising bleat of pain and gratification when Satan's cock had released it's heavy load of seed deep within him.

The surge of searing hot seed filling his tightened ass coming in waves, the excess cvm was squirting out of his hole as the spasms rocked his slender frame, his legs encircling his Dom’s neck to pull him in closer so he wouldn't misfire a single drop.

The Radio Demon's malnourished stomach was inexplicably distended, the heavy load of spunk burning like hellfire infiltrating his bowels the more the pulsating length pumped into him. Alastor's own climax was next: his hardness jerking, thinner ropes of cvm splattering his belly, some splashback hitting Satan's hip. Panting, Alastor made an attempt to grind his sore ass into his Dom's groin, pushing himself further along the rigid member to force it deeper. His prostate was throbbing, his slicked walls milking the dragon's cock despite his own arousal crashing from the exhaustion.

“You… You making another… promise.. is that wise, your excellency…” ragged, Alastor grinded again like the greedy brat he was in secret, enjoying the painful stretch of his hammered ring sucking on the dragon's shaft. “What if I…said no? I haven't felt your.. claws.. yet.”

“Ngh, too — too LONG,” the buck groaned, his face reddening into an embarrassed blush, unbridled arousal rasping his reedy voice. Breathing hard, his pulse quickening, Alastor jerked his hips, tilting his pelvis higher to feel the resistance of Satan's fat cock pulling on his tender flesh. The heat centred inside him was astonishing: the thickness of the hard length warming inside his unpractised body a frightening yet satisfying feeling.

Alastor had suspected the pheromones his needy body was casting out, would've been picked by somebody sooner or later, his cravings to be fucked silly undeterred by somebody as large or as violent as Satan.

The Radio Demon was shortly giving loud grunts, as his new Master proceeded to rock into his snug ass. Rolling with the rhythmic thrusts, concentrating on the individual pumps stretching his clenching walls, the deer's face had broken out in a fevered sweat, tongue lopsided out of his mouth as he panted.

“I WANT to be your doe — whenever the mood — unh, hit me with your best shot, I’m all yours, r-remember, your special mate—” the buck's stammered retort was husky, his core tightening around Satan's rigd cock as it sweeped over his thrumming prostate, precvm leaking from his cock's slit. “PLEASE— I want— your brood-!” The Radio Demon was pleading, his guttural moans turned over to more frantic cries as his scrawny body was relentlessly thrusted into, his throbbing hole milking Satan's cock faster.

[amethystcorvus]

It’s CVM, thank you for the reading! I’m kinda shy to DM you directly tbh but I do follow you so maybe later on? That sounds so lame but whatever lol. Was there more messages for my reading is that why?

Hi C,

No problem--I completely understand social anxiety, believe me!

The cards had quite a bit to say, which is why I wanted to know if you'd rather me PM you. Feel free to message in the future if you like! 🙂 In the meantime, here's what I pulled for you: Card 1: Queen of Swords This card could indicate that a supportive (and likely older) woman will enter your life and provide guidance. In regards to you, though, this card advises you to use your mind while making decisions rather than your heart. The Queen of Swords is clever, upfront, and--basically--takes no shit. In other words, she sets boundaries and sticks to them! Card 2: 7 of Cups This card is very fitting for your question! It symbolizes new opportunities and choices--but also, illusions. This card can mean you're living in fantasies/daydreams rather than in reality, but in your case, I think it's advising you to check in with your highest self and ask what you really want. Not what others think you want--what you want. Card 3: 9 of Cups Reversed This card is reiterating a lot of what the 7 of Cups was saying: instead of looking to others for what will make you happy, look within yourself. This card can also imply an excess of food, alcohol, or drugs--basically, comfort/escape from reality. I think it's a warning that if you make choices that are bad for you, you might fall on hard times. I don't think it's as simple as accepting a modeling job or not; just be very aware of the projects you choose, and only do what you're comfortable with/what makes you feel good. Card 4: Knight of Swords The Knight of Swords indicates someone who knows what they wants and goes for it. This is a good card, because it shows someone who is clever, skilled in communication, passionate and driven; it just also cautions to think things through a little more before you take action. Be sure to think of the possible challenges that could arise and be prepared for them.

Sorry this was so long, but I hope it helps! Good luck with the fashion show--and please let me know how it goes! Best, Corvus For more readings, check out my shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/VenusPriestess The Love & Self Love Spreads are 10% off with promo code SPRING!

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PET TALK: Tips for giving care to aging best friend | Brazos Life

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PET TALK: Tips for giving care to aging best friend | Brazos Life

As a dog ages, several changes may occur besides a greying muzzle. Senior dogs have more health concerns than younger dogs, but they can still make playful, loving companions.

Harmony Peraza, a veterinary technician and the study subject manager for the Texas A&M College of Veterinary Medicine & Biomedical Sciences’ Dog Aging Project, discusses the most common health conditions that may arise in a senior dog.

While there is some variation among breeds, a dog is typically considered a senior at 8 years old. Large dogs may age faster, becoming seniors as early as 6 or 7, while smaller dogs may not start showing signs of age until they are 9 or 10.

One of the most common concerns in senior dogs is arthritis, which can cause a dog to move stiffly and slowly and sometimes also gain weight because of decreased activity. Providing a soft surface to lay on and reducing exposure to the elements are easy ways to help a dog with arthritis stay comfortable.

“I also recommend reaching out to your dog’s veterinarian for suggestions of supplements and, in some cases, medications that can potentially help with the discomfort of arthritis,” Peraza said. “Aging doesn’t have to be painful for your dog.”

Many dogs also lose their hearing and vision as they age, but this does not mean that they can no longer live a full and happy life.

“If you notice that your older dog seems withdrawn, is sleeping deeper than usual, doesn’t come to you as readily when called, or seems lost and confused, these can be signs that he or she has lost some vision or hearing ability,” Peraza said.

Blind and deaf dogs are great at finding new ways to navigate and stay active, but they do need more patience and understanding from their owners.

“Even dogs that go blind can manage to get along very well,” Peraza said. “It is recommended to keep furniture or objects in the home and yard in familiar order for the dog. Rearrangement of items can be confusing and cause the dog to bump into the newly arranged items.”

Dogs have an increased risk for cancer as they age, as well as “wear” on important organs like the heart and kidneys. If a senior dog has increased panting, decreased activity, vomiting, diarrhea or a change in appetite, thirst or the frequency of urination, it should be seen by a veterinarian, as these can be symptoms of heart and kidney problems.

Pet owners can help prevent heart and kidney problems in senior dogs by keeping up with oral hygiene.

“A red gum line and tartar build up on a dog’s teeth indicate bacteria or infection within the mouth,” Peraza said. “Bacteria is shed into the bloodstream and directly affects the health of the pet’s heart and kidneys. Dental disease is much more than just smelly breath and yucky looking teeth.”

Beyond physical changes, an aging dog may also develop dementia, causing it to act withdrawn or confused.

“Keeping a dog engaged through play and training activities may help keep its brain healthy and sharp,” Peraza said. “Additionally, your veterinarian can recommend special foods and supplements that, in some cases, may help delay or minimize the onset of senility.”

Finally, it may be common to find an older dog napping, but a dog that suddenly becomes less active should be evaluated by a veterinarian. While some laziness is expected from a dog that has lived a long, active life, excessive sedentary behavior could indicate health problems.

Even though dogs may develop health conditions as they age, they can still make great pets and live well past the point of becoming seniors. Saying goodbye is one of the hardest parts of dog ownership, but researchers across the U.S. are taking some of the first steps toward extending the lifespans of our canine companions.

“We all want to help our companion dogs live long and well,” said Kate Creevy, CVM associate professor. “To accomplish this, a better understanding of the aging process in dogs is needed. The Dog Aging Project brings together a community of dogs, owners, veterinarians, researchers, and volunteers to advance this understanding.”

This project seeks to understand how genes, lifestyle, and environment influence lifespan and health span, the period of life spent free from disease. It will enroll 10,000 companion dogs and their owners from across the U.S. Learn more at the Dog Aging Project website.

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[kabr0ztrousers]

If you are comfortable with it, can you do chubby fem reader x orc step dad x orc dbf? Step dad's been trying to set her up with his friend but she is not interested. One day they both corner her. Step dad is mainly holding her against him while his friend is burying his face and cock in her pussy. The step dad doesn't penetrate her but gropes and says some really gross things. Heavy breeding kink on this one.

Sounds hot! And it'll be nice to get back to some high fantasy!

Kabr0z Writes episode 42: Orc Daddy

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Dubcon going to enthusiastic consent; size difference; age difference; father-daughter; arranged marriage; breeding; deep penetration; groping; extreme cum;

A/N: Wow, episode 42 already. I definitely should've written a special one for today in advance to mark this particular milestone, but oh well.

There's 10 stories in the queue at time of publication, so if you send a request and don't see it for a few days please have faith, it's coming.

On the subject of requests, please do keep them coming! I have a couple of anons claiming emojis, so if you want one then you might want to grab it early!

Any idea, kink, scenario, whatever, drop me an anon or a DM and I'll make it happen!

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The village was never quiet. Orcs all have a competitive streak, the young ones always brawling, racing, drinking, trying to outdo one another. To say nothing of the constant sounds of work being done, labourers chopping wood in the forest, mining ore out of the mountain, singing bawdy songs waiting for the charcoal to bake, and your step-father smithing the tools that made it all happen.

You'd been adopted into the village almost 15 years ago as a child after bandits attacked your family in the mountains. Only you got away and were found by a hunting party days later, half starved and freezing. They brought you back to the village, unsure about what to do with you. An extra mouth was a burden, and a human no less. You were lucky the village blacksmith, a hulking, bearded orc named Mazorn.

Of course, you're in your early 20s now. The young orcs in the village were all interested in you and while you'd had the odd roll in the hay, Mazorn wasn't keen on any of them getting too close to you. He kept on going on about one of his friends from another village nearby, a grizzled warrior called Oreg. You weren't particularly interested in the idea of an arranged marriage to begin with, let alone with some old friend of your father's.

It was raining hard when the caravan arrived. Furs and trade goods from the city, along with a huge figure clad in platemail. The whole village came out to see, the suit glowed with enchantment, emblazoned with shining gilt fittings and a rich red cloak, a matching shield on his back and a longsword on his hip. A bit much for a caravan guard. Your father stepped out towards him, and they grabbed one another in a hug, Mazorn's huge hand clapping on the shield, the knight's clanking on the orc's back. They laughed heartily before Mazorn brought him over to you

"This is the daughter I've told you about!" Mazorn gestured to you as the other man lifted his helmet.

Underneath was a scarred orc, tusks filed short and short-stubbled. "I see you raised her well, old friend!" Oreg clapped Mazorn, looking at you "Certainly haven't been under-feeding her"

You blushed, conscious of his eyes on you. You weren't sure if it was the armour, but it was kind of turning you on. Oreg and Mazorn walked back to the smithy, you in tow as they reminisced about their glory days. You hadn't taken your old dad for a warrior, but apparently they used to be shield brothers in some war or other. The ale was flowing freely between them, perhaps too freely as you noticed Oreg taking longer and longer glances at you. The armoured orc was gradually taking pieces off, bracers, greaves, miscellaneous plates protecting his joints and flanks.

You could smell him as the armour came off, strong and musky. It wasn't unpleasant per se, you'd spent your life around orcs, but it was noticeable. Oreg motioned to you to help him with some of the harder to reach buckles and straps "I'd normally have a squire around to help with this, but he's helping the caravaneers. You should know your way around all this anyway, your father made most of it"

The last plate to come off was his cuirass, once he stripped the chain surcoat and the gambesson underneath, Oreg was sat half naked and glistening with a thin layer of fresh sweat. His shoulders were broad, his back criss-crossed with scars. Only a loincloth covered his manhood. Muscles rippled under his skin as he stretched and shook himself, cushioned by the layer of fat ubiquitous among the strongest orcs in your village.

You caught yourself staring, swallowing the mouthful of drool you'd produced looking at him.

Your father looked at Oreg "Thirty gold pieces"

Oreg laughed, "Done! She's worth at least fifty"

Were they talking about you?

Mazorn lifted you, as though you weighed nothing. He held you under a shoulder and gripped your thick thighs, forcing them apart and presenting you to the other orc. You blushed, underwear wasn't a part of your wardrobe, so your unprotected pussy was completely bare to Oreg "She's useful about the house, but she's a been a bit of a whore in her time, already laid with half the lads her age. Want to get shut of her before she gets herself knocked up"

Oreg touched your pussy, opening it up with his calloused fingers "Hmm, certainly not a virgin, but clean and well cared for... Thirty is fair."

You heard a coinpurse hit the table. You'd been sold, like a prize hog at market. Or a breeding sow.

Mazorn shifted you in his grip, holding you upright by the tits, his huge hands groping you as Oreg pulled his loincloth aside

"I'd better see to her properly now she's mine" His hands were rough and strong, but his nails well manicured and clean. He tore off your skirt and got down on one knee in front of you, eyes level with your already moist pussy as you struggled against your adoptive father's grip.

Oreg held one leg up as he filled you with a thick finger, the rough skin making you shudder in anticipation as it gently worked its way inside. Another finger joined it, you whined as they stretched you, but Oreg was careful not to hurt you as he slowly twisted them inside you, going this way and that, paying attention to where made your breathing catch, your pulse quicken, your toes curl.

You'd stopped struggling now, holding your legs open for the big orc to finger you, Mazorn's voice came from beside your head "See? I told you she's a slut, already she's giving herself over to you! And after all her complaining about wanting to pick her own mate!"

You couldn't disagree. You'd fancied Oreg since you'd set eyes on him, you were probably going to try and get this orc 20 years your senior to finger you tonight anyway. You bit your lip, the sensations getting to you. Mazorn started groping at you faster, your whines cued Oreg to let go of your leg, using that hand to rub your clit.

You came with a wail, your cunt eagerly accepting the fingers rolling around in it, your hips thrusting, trying in vain to fuck him back. Oreg stood up, holding his erect member in one hand, he could probably fit two of those hands next to each other on his cock and still have length to spare.

Two of his hands, or one of you.

He lined up his cock with your pussy, looking down into your begging eyes as he rubbed it against your clit and your hole. It was almost comically thick, the head pressing against the cit and the opening at the same time.

You nodded at him, putting your hands on his waist as he gently rubbed himself into you.

"Take it, take your new husband" Mazorn growled into your ear. You knew he'd fantasized about doing this himself so many times, muttering your name as he wanked himself to sleep when he thought you were asleep. You could feel his cock getting rock-hard behind you, pressing against you through the fabric of his trousers. But you were Oreg's now, and there was nothing he could do about it as you rubbed your ass against him. The bastard had sold you, the least you could do was give him some seller's remorse.

Oreg pushed himself in. It didn't hurt, the stretching from his fingers and the liberal amount of your juices on his cockhead meant he slid in without pain. It still made your eyes water, tears building as your mouth lolled open and you groaned from the immense pressure inside you. You moved your hips against him, wrapping your legs around his trunk, but you could no more hurry him that you could pull up an old oak. Slowly, carefully, he pushed into you. You felt his tip kiss your cervix and moaned again, open mouthed and animalistic.

He stayed still for a moment, resisting the pulling of your legs, the urging in your eyes. "Please" you breathed, barely a whisper "please, more"

Mazorn laughed "See? The slut wants it all! She's well broken in, brother, you can have fun"

Oreg looked into your eyes, waiting for your nod.

You gave it.

He pushed.

You felt the cock slip by your cervix, pushing deeper into you as be bottomed out in you. Your eyes defocused as you wordlessly begged him. Your hips moved on their own, without rhythm, running on sheer desperation for his cock.

He started to fuck you properly now. Starting slowly, thrusting in and out in long motions, slathering himself in your juices and getting your fuckhole relaxed as he built up speed. You felt like you were melting into him. Your legs started to slip a little as he fucked you senseless. His hand came up to your face, the two fingers that had been inside you thrust into your mouth. You sucked on them, tasting your wetness. You felt your cunt drooling out even more as he invaded your mouth

"You like your face being fucked too?" Oreg grinned "Your father's a fine smith, but no salesman"

His fingers fucked your face harder as he pounded into your cunt. You felt your body start to twitch and tense. Your head was spinning. Your legs clenched around him. You moaned again and again, the noises merging into a wail of release as your cunt tightened and relief filled your body. You could feel the waves of warmth and pleasure making your pussy pulse around Oreg's cock.

He groaned in time with you. He thrust himself in, his balls pressed against your asshole as they pulsed and tightened into him. Surge after surge of hot liquid pumped up into you. You could feel the pressure of it squirting it into every corner of your cunt, flooding your womb and leaking out around his cock, and it kept coming.

You could hear Mazorn grunting as well as the bulge of his cock started to twitch, a damp patch spreading on your back as you leaked the younger orc's cum onto your stepfather's clothes.

Oreg wrapped his arms around you, and Mazorn released you into his embrace. The knight carried you, still buried in your cunt, and sat down.

The way he looked at you, with such tenderness, you wouldn't believe his cock was buried over a foot deep in you if you couldn't feel it in your guts. You kissed his chest and rested your head, letting the blissed-out feeling take you as you both dozed in each other's arms.

You left with him in the morning.

It was over a month until the caravan got back to Oreg's home, every night punctuated with another round of intense, yet strangely gentle, lovemaking. Your monthlies hadn't came, you reckoned that a gallon of orc cum every night had seen to that. It turned out Mazorn had rather undersold Oreg to you. He wasn't some foreign warlord, he was a duke under the Imperial crown. Apparently the old war they were drinking to was a crusade against a lich king, and for his valiance he was granted a noble title. He'd spent the last twenty years as a paladin of Pelor and had only recently received permission to take a wife and continue his lineage.

You still weren't happy about being sold, but figured you could live with it, Mazorn always was looking out for you, in his way

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This is another one I really enjoyed writing! A little exposition, Oreg's actually based off a D&D character I played in my first proper campaign in that system, though his monstrous manhood never came up then. Just goes to show inspiration can strike from anywhere.

Hopefully you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, and again if you have any ideas, scenarios, kinks, fanmail, hatemail, whatever, drop me a DM or an ask and I'll probably wind up writing it!

Again, there's 10 in the queue right now, but it will almost certainly get written 😁

Post-post script: I still haven't figured out how to reference the posterior fornix without feeling like I'm giving a biology lecture

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Brazilian Securities Commission Authorizes Indirect Investment In Cryptocurrencies

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Brazilian Securities Commission Authorizes Indirect Investment In Cryptocurrencies

Brazil watchdog issues formal notice on cryptocurrency investment

On September 19, the Securities and Exchange Commission of Brazil (CVM) issued a notice that established how Brazilian investors could partake in cryptocurrency derivative markets.

“Instruction 555, when dealing with foreign investment, does not reject indirect investment in cryptoassets. However, it is up to the administrators, managers and independent auditors to observe certain diligence in the acquisition and maintenance in the wallet of those assets.”

The notice also asserts that there is a regulatory requirement for investors and managers to “combat and prevent” money laundering. As such, Brazilians are advised to invest on exchanges that are subject to the “supervision of regulatory bodies.” For Brazilian, access to financial vehicles is limited to regulated derivative markets such as the CBOE Global Markets and CME.

Clear guidelines for responsible investing

The CVM urges managers to ensure that chosen investment structures comply with anti-money laundering policies. In addition, the notice recommends provisions must be taken into account to “minimize the risk” of investing in a fraudulent cryptoasset. These include the verification of variables associated with the issuance, management, and governance of the cryptoasset.

“Important examples of this assessment are (i) whether the base software is free and open-source or closed-source; (ii) whether the technology is public, transparent, accessible and verifiable by any user; (iii) whether there are arrangements that give rise to conflicts of interest or the concentration of excessive powers in the issuer or promoter of the cryptoasset, or the use of aggressive selling techniques; (iv) the trading liquidity of the cryptoasset; (v) the nature of the network, consensus and validation protocols, and software used; (vi) the profile of the developer team, as well as their degree of involvement with the project.”

Superintendent Daniel Maeda confirmed that a cryptocurrency investment guide would be issued for to the Brazilian public as well.

This notice by the CVM opens doors for over a million Brazilian investors interested in cryptocurrency derivatives.

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Is Obesity Pricing You Your Task?

Paul writes routine travel and technology posts on Observe his trip blog site,, to find out more concerning his experiences. Lots of guys will certainly make an objective to publication much more, yet in my experience, this's virtually extra valuable to view it as a hobby-- one thing you perform with spare time, even if simply a few minutes everywhere throughout the day. Plus, yoga exercise is actually equally as a lot regarding durability, adaptability, as well as psychological health as that has to do with equilibrium, and eventually, all of it incorporate together. Suplementy cynku niekiedy poprawiają działanie smaku, według danych Bastyr Facility for Natural Health and wellness. Some guys along with BPH, for example, believe the urge to obtain up numerous times throughout the night to urinate, which can disturb their sleeping and also leave all of them dazed and weary the next time. This stuff is actual, and also just what we possess seen is actually that as our experts allow males to construct companionships, to share their religion and also lives whilst carrying out stuff they in fact intend to do (like eating, sport or melting things, did I miss out on everything?) men will chat, share and deal with traits. That performs seem to fade after a few hrs on me yet you carry out obtain a waff every from time to time. Nitrate-dense leafy veggies are among the greatest foods items for erectile health and wellness that you may eat every day ... and also is that a seriously low-priced choice at the same time!. Ismail S, Wan M, George A, Nik H, Musthapa K, Liske E. http://egeszsegeseletmod-blog.com/ on making use of PHYSTA Freeze-Dried Water Extract from Eurycoma longifolia for the Enhancement from Lifestyle and Sexual Wellness in Males. The really good excess fats discovered in eggs assist bring up testosterone level levels, as well as market healthy and balanced brain feature. I possess a higher opinion of girls than you perform, in the sense that I assume males are genetically much more vulnerable to negative habits. Stephen McGuire proceeded: This is where Christian Eyesight for Men (CVM) can be found in. Our company have a crystal clear eyesight to introduce 1 million males in the UK to the lifespan transforming notification from Jesus. Some of the responses is actually that the modern small-group action has actually mainly ended up being centered on sitting, chatting, and sharing-- all tasks that may end up being increasingly discouraging to many men when repetitived continually for 90 minutes or even even more. This is the final message in a collection paying tribute to Pope B16 seven years on. Listed below sums-up several web pages from Overview to Christianity, Component I, Phase V, Belief in the Triune God. I prefer you showed the opposite side from the market place also - I understand I could not walk passed a Network bag for $10 ha ha! All-time low line is that all from the well-known trace elements have a place in the body and also have a procedure that they are needed for, this is actually why you should possess your vitamin and mineral levels topped up, certainly not just for optimum hormone wellness, however additionally for total wellness. The only people which consume that are actually females as well as men which comply with a vegan/vegetarian diet plans. A girl reacts while walking one of the ruins from damaged structures complying with hefty fighting between authorities troops and Kurdish fighters on March 2 in the southeastern Turkey Kurdish community from Cizre, near the border along with Syria as well as Iraq. As of August, 73 million Americans had take advantage of Medicaid or even the Kid's Health Insurance Plan, according to the Centers for Medicare and also Medicaid Companies, which doesn't split the varieties for the 2 plans. Therefore although that you can easily receive some healthy digestive tract germs as well as probiotics from those yogurts, you're likewise obtaining sizable quantities from processed glucoses that are going to offset the micro-organisms. Therefore, both of them have actually made an unusual bubble of misinformation from which to see the world. The universities arm the little ones along with hrs of research and palm all of them off to their moms and dads, exhausted, uneasy, and dissatisfied. Sells raise 10%, and also the little clients pile in, buying stocks at higher rates off the marketplace moving companies that are getting out at the top. When they stroll in to a local religion on any kind of offered Sunday, this experience highlights exactly what numerous men encounter. A lot of dangerous points have actually been actually carried out to females by guys under the guise of manliness and I can view all of them desiring to obtain some clarity on the topic, otherwise for girls they recognize who have actually been actually abused through males, then on their own. The yearly present is actually to show lasting gratitude for the support Britain provided Norway during the course of the 2nd World War. Marrakech likewise had a food items night market generally square in the evening, which I visited every day. If you failed to fart, absolutely everyone in the entire realm possesses to perform this for their intestinal wellness; that would certainly be much even more uneasy. A lot of the youngsters in town likewise walked, those on Little bit of League baseball groups, the Boy Scouts as well as the Cub Scouts, and the Girl Precursors as well as the Brownies. The IDF publishes a considerable worldwide list from tasks taking place on or even near Planet Diabetes Day on Nov

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fem reader finds a mysterious book that summons different monsters or creatures that takes care of human needs and reader chooses to summon the demon and they have sex and make out thats all-

ima be butterfly anon 🦋 so you know that it's me as I will be requesting more in the future.

You can absolutely claim 🦋 if you like, and I do love an opportunity to make another demon. Now without further ado, here's

Kabr0z Writes Episode 33: The book

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Excessive cum; demon summoning; long preamble; monstrous genitalia; butt stuff

A/N: This is the last ask at time of writing, so if you have an idea for something you wanna see, or just want to call me a perv, please reach out! I feed on engagement, after all

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Antiques filled your flat. Mostly worthless tchotchkes, the odd chair or end table missing the rest of some hypothetical set, one particular lamp constructed mostly from a taxidermised heron. You loved them all, but most of all your carefully climate-controlled bookshelf. Your collection wasn't particularly valuable; there weren't many first editions amongst the ranks and what you had were in pretty uniformly terrible condition. The spoils of estate auctions and charity shops.

This time was different. You weren't going to be in Bristol long, so decided to stroll down the alleys of the older parts of the city, far from the university students and the train stations. This shop was barely a hole in the wall. It was only about twice as wide as its own doorway, but it went deeper than made sense. Crowded on all sides with stacks and shelves of books, mostly well-thumbed paperbacks with peeling spines or the odd book of fairy stories from the 60s or 70s, more penguins than you could shake a stick at. One in particular caught your eye. Leather bound, stained a deep royal purple, and with an embossed sigil on the spine. 'The Book of Creatures and Calling' You hadn't heard of this work, and couldn't find any author or attributions on the first few pages. It looked handwritten, a flowing looping hand filling the work in neat, dense rows of text and painstakingly drawn diagrams.

You put it atop the pile of volumes you carried and bought your haul. Vintage copies of Grimm's Fairy Stories, Robin Hood, Tales of Arabian Nights, and that book.

You got home and put away your haul, minus the oddball. That you set about reading, googling passages from it and trying to get some inkling on who wrote it, was it published, or did you just wind up with a random manuscript?

The internet, predictably, produced nothing of use. The book seems never to have been published, or at least nobody had put any parts of it on the web. It was fascinating at any rate. Step by step directions for calling forth all manner of creatures, even organised by difficulty with simpler rituals at the start, and the more daunting ones near the end.

You opted for a simple one to start. A brownie. You drew the circle and left out offerings and a worn-out pair of shoes then went to bed.

When you checked the ritual in the morning, the offerings were gone, and the shoes were as good as new. Better, in fact.

You realised what you had. An honest-to-god grimoire. And you've successfully summoned a faerie.

You checked the book again, making sure to read and re-read every sentence. The compact was simple, the offerings were to pay the faerie back for coming and fixing a broken thing. You didn't owe it anything more, and a pair of shoes was specifically recommended as an example of 'a broken thing'. You sighed in relief. The last thing you needed was to owe something a debt.

Over the next few weeks you tried tougher summons, and got more confident in your abilities. You called forth a dryad who gave you some fruit in return for a song, a walking broom who cleaned your flat, even a golden goose once, though it didn't lay anything for you.

The day you really found the potential of the book came later. You'd been drinking pretty heavily, your boyfriend had just walked out on you. Wine and ice cream wasn't cutting it, you needed something more substantial. You reached for the book and turned to the last summon. An incubus. For the low, low price of a sliver of your soul, you could get the best fuck of your life. You shrugged and finished your wine. Worth it.

The ritual was much more complex. Carefully tracing sigils within sigils, lighting candles and incense, making sure that the protection and binding spells were perfect (It would be disastrous if they failed) before using a kitchen knife to cut a slit into your fingertip.

A single drop of blood welled up from your finger, then lifted off it, drifting to the centre of the ritual. A smell of iron joined the sweet incense and paraffin in the air. The candles flickered for a moment, and he appeared.

He was tall, brass-skinned, and well dressed. He wore a pair of tight black leather trousers and a black silk waistcoat, covered in brocade embroidered in fine gold thread. His feet, each toe tipped with a knifelike black claw, were bare and in a pointe stance about an inch above the floor. The burnished metallic skin of his arms and face reflected the soft candlelight, sending fluid reflections across your walls as he took in his surroundings. Atop his head were a pair of black horns, twisting out, then in, then straight up. His hair was the same metal as his face, a coif of impossibly thin brass wire. His eyes were the only part of him that wasn't polished metal or charred bone, black scleras surrounded glowing red irises and horizontally slitted pupils.

"A professional job, well done young summoner" His features twisted to a smile, revealing silver teeth and a forked silver tongue "I can see you know your craft"

The book had warned you about this, that he would try to beguile you, twist you into agreeing to something you didn't want. You wordlessly proferred a scroll to him. A contract. It was carefully worded: no verbal contracts would be binding for the rest of his time with you, he would give you an evening of carnal delight, and in return he would get a sliver of your soul equivalent to an hour at the end of your lifespan.

The demon read the document, and laughed "I'm not used to you people being so well prepared. Very well. An hour of your life, taken from the very end, in return for my services for the evening. This ought to be fun." He bowed deeply "I am Kamilik, lesser demon in service to Simizel and denizen of the Ashen Pit"

You told him your name, being careful to phrase it as how he could address you, which only made him chuckle further.

Once you had both signed the document, you led him to your bedroom. Your hands shook as you started to undress for the creature you had invited in to your home. He touched your waist, and stroked your hair. He must've been able to smell the wine on your breath as he pulled you towards him, easing off your top and expertly unfastening your bra, casting the garments into the corner of the room. He sat on the bed and pulled you on top of him, one clawed hand on your back, the other cupping your face before he drew you into a kiss.

His breath smelled of metal, and his skin was hot, but his lips were soft as you melted into his arms. Sat on his lap, eyes closed and running your hands through each others hair, feeling one another's bodies. You unfastened his waistcoat and he pulled it off, keeping one hand on you, then the other, never breaking the kiss.

It was like making out with a radiator, if the radiator was soft and receptive to the touch. You pushed your tongue into his mouth and he gently sucked on it, the heat even more intense, but never painful. Then his tongue entered your mouth, the forked muscle flitting in, tasting like how a 9-volt feels. You gasped with surprise at the sensation, but relaxed into it as his needle-sharp claws drew intricate patterns on your back. You pressed yourself against him, feeling your tits flatten on his burnished chest and enjoying the warm wetness spreading between your legs.

You pulled away, and knelt off the side of the bed. You yanked his waistband down, before he cut a slit down his trousers and they burned away, leaving him nude on the bed in front of you. His cock was fleshy and vascular, red veins criss-crossed pale flesh, coming to a gentle point at the end. You admired it for a moment, before taking it in one hand and jerking it. You heard him sigh as your hand pumped his shaft, even more so when you started to lick and suck on his balls. You felt a drop of precum start to leak from him, getting on your hand. You pressed a fingertip against his brass asshole, intending to gently work it in, but his eager butt swallowed it up to your knuckle with no resistance. You curled it up and touched his prostate.

You heard him groan and felt his cock pulse in your hand. He was cumming already. You felt drops of hot liquid on your face and pulled away, watching him pump a fountain of golden cum into the air. Eventually the pulsing stopped, your hand was coated in the hot, sticky gold liquid. He wasn't going soft

"I'm a demon. We're done when you say we are"

You smiled, this is going to be fun. You reached into your bedside drawer and produced a toy, long and curved, designed to seek out a man's prostate and press against it mercilessly. You pushed it up the demon. As soon as it found its mark, he started spurting again. This time you were ready.

You pushed the cock into your mouth, gripping his pulsating balls in one hand and rattling the toy inside him with the other. He filled your mouth almost immediately, and you gulped him down.

Your cunt was starting to tingle in anticipation, but you wanted to indulge yourself a little more like this. You bobbed your head, taking in the warming cum and the demon's moans and gasps as pleasure turned to pain and back to pleasure. Every few dips you'd push his tip into your throat, causing him to spurt harder and cry out louder.

You eased up on the toy, the flow slowed but didn't stop as you pulled his cock, twitching and leaking, out of your mouth. The demon was already lying flat on his back, hands either side of him, clenching his fists against the shaking. You straddled his cock and started rocking back and forth on it, adding his cum to the lubrication on your pussy before pushing him in.

He felt bigger on the inside, the pulsing mass of flesh pumping cum into you already. You started to ride him. Every rock of your hips spilled cum out of you. You leant forwards to work his frenulum inside you. His face screwed up as he grabbed you. The sharp nails on his hands marking your skin, but not cutting. You couldn't reach the toy pressed against his orgasm button, but that wasn't stopping him now. Every thrust into you, every roll of your hips, every touch of your hands on his skin made him spurt more and more into you until it was flowing out of you and onto the bedsheets. You pushed a hand between your distended belly and his twitching one, pressing against your clit for only a moment before you gasped and realised your oen climax.

You bucked harder against him, your abs pushing and pussy clenching. He came even harder, cum squirting out of you. He released you and you leant back. His cock was against your g-spot now and still spraying that hot cum into you. You grabbed the toy and fucked his ass with it. He screamed as you punished his rear, riding his cock into you and you orgasmic clenching redoubled as you came again. Your belly bounced on him almost comically, full of the golden semen he seemed to have an endless supply of.

You pulled out the toy and slumped forwards onto him, spent.

He kissed your lips again, and you kissed him back.

You grinned "Give me ten minutes, then round 2?"

He chucked "Whatever you want"

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Post script: Once again, my ask box runneth dry! Please, oh reader, toss an idea to your Kabr0z and something will likely come of it!

[kabr0ztrousers]

A small satyr gets lost in the woods away from his family and gets found by an orc or a minotaur and they decide to have their way w the lil satyr

Kabr0z Writes Episode 95: Satyr

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CW: size difference; fellatio; cunnilingus; cervical penetration; CNC; excessive cum; consensual, but don't tell him that

A/N: Another in the third person, because let's face it, who doesn't love a cute satyr girl? It'd be a crime to not linger describing her.

As always, if you have any requests please send an ask to add them to the list! I want to do over 360 episodes before the year's end!

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Agda's head hurt. She lay where she had fallen last night, the charred remains of the bonfire on her left, the forest on her right across a swath of trampled turf. She sat up, a wave of hangover-induced nausea coming over her. Nobody was around. Not unusual, the last to wake after a revel was responsible for finding the site for the next one, and nobody liked responsibility like that.

Ugh. Responsibility. Agda's face soured at the word. She stood up and brushed herself off. Hands running over a toned body; small tits and a flat belly transitioning to brown-furred goat legs ending in cloven hooves. Her russet hair hung in a thick plait down her back, dark eyes sparked with energy as a carefree smile once again asserted itself on her face. Find a clearing she hadn't been to in a while, build a bonfire and wait for people to bring her booze. As responsibilities went, it's not terrible.

So she set off, mid-morning sunlight filtering through the trees, making her skin shine like bronze where it caressed her. The forest was teeming with life. Birds flitted from branch to branch, squirrels darted around her cloven hooves. May was always her favourite month, and for good reason. Finding a clearing is the easy part. The woods were never so dense that one couldn't be found for someone searching. Getting enough wood together is a little tougher. If your clearing was used too recently, there's not enough wind-fallen wood or available bramble to scrape together a campfire, let alone the kind of bonfire to call the satyrs to revel. Sure, you could cut branches from trees and get wood that way but it's smoky and unpleasant, and who the hell wants to be lugging a felling axe with them all the time?

No. A couple of miles' walk, to a brand new site. That's what was needed.

Agda hadn't gone three hundred yards when she saw something that made her pause. A hulking mass of fur and sinew. Not a satyr. A minotaur. Agda's grin grew wider. Looks like she could get into a little more mischief than she'd planned.

The brute hadn't noticed her yet. Even from as far away as she was, Agda could see he dwarfed her. She doubted she'd be level with his pecs if they stood side by side. Of course, that only made this more fun. She cast her eyes about. Yes, that's precisely what she's looking for.

*Snap*

Her hoof hit the stick perfectly. She pretended not to notice as the minotaur wheeled around. He sorted when he saw her, bent over, pretending to pick up sticks. He ran to her. Agda started running too darting left and right, making it believable, while being sure not to lose the beast following her. She feigned tripping, landing with her ass 'conveniently' in the air, pointed at the minotaur as he slowed down.

He grabbed her by the hips and hauled her up. One hand holding her while the other prised apart her spreading legs. Agda bit her lip as the minotaur sniffed her cunt, his nose taking in her musk and sweet sweat. He opened his mouth, letting his long, rough tongue roll over Agda's cunt as he held her upside-down. She almost came there and then. As soon as he started licking her, he went straight for her clit. The tongue slid over her most sensitive parts before the tip plunged into her pussy, rubbing at her insides with the same animalistic vigor.

The beast was getting hard, his cock rising, gaining in length and girth with every throb. Agda twisted her body, trying to find the flared tip of his cock with her mouth, while not giving away to the minotaur how much this wasn't his idea. The cock swung up, slapping her wetly in the face a couple of times, hot precum soaking her hair as slick spittle matted her lower half.

At last, she caught it. The tip almost filled her mouth on its own, but she still allowed him to grab the back of her head and force her down onto it. Inch by inch, the minotaur stretched Agda's throat with his cock. Even as she started to roll on to her first orgasm of the day, clenching and bucking into his mouth, his hand stayed on the back of her head, using the long braid of hair as a handle to control her.

His cock pulled out with an audible pop, twice as thick as it was when it went in, and twice as long to boot. The flare pulsed with readiness, eager to be pounded into the goat-girl's eager fuckhole. The minotaur turned her around, pointing her face away from him. One hand supported her belly, the other was still wrapped in her hair, using it as a leash. The flare was almost wide enough to sit on, almost comically thick compared to the tiny satyr trying to spread herself open to take it. Somehow, either through the minotaur pushing down, Agda opening herself up, or the copious amounts of fluid helping it along, the tip popped in. Agda moaned, her legs hanging limp as the minotaur drove himself deep into her. Her hands drew to her clit, trying her best to rub at herself around the hand using her body to stroke a cock the length of her arm.

Over and over the minotaur hit her cervix, every time she'd let out a noise, half of pain from her most sensitive part being ignobly slammed into, half of pleasure, wanting him to hit harder and go deeper. The minotaur growled, a deep rumbling as he tried to force Agda even further down his cock.

He pushed harder with every stroke, forcing himself into her. Agda screamed out in agonised delight as he pushed through, forcing his way through her cervix and into her tender, fertile womb. The minotaur pressed harder, hilting himself in her before adjusting his grip.

His hands were on her hips now. Agda's fingers ran furiously over her clit as she careened towards her next release, then the next, then the next. The minotaur didn't care about the sobbing, moaning satyr impaled on him. He was too focused on using her soft, firm, tender body to fuck himself with to notice her asking him not to stop, to give her more. His thrusts got harder, slower, pushing her down hard and holding her there a little longer each time as his balls tightened up against him.

He came in rivers. The force of the first spurting jet would've made Agda gasp, were she not already a gasping, sobbing wreck. The next was a little weaker, but still dumped a litre of minotaur seed directly into her womb. Over and over, the inside of her body was flooded with hot cum from her would-be rapist. Again and again the minotaur pulled her down a little harder on his thick flare.

Then he pulled out. Lifting Agda like she weighed nothing, watching as his cum flowed out of her and pooled on the floor before dropping the drooling, twitching satyr at his feet. He walked on, cum still dripping in thick ropes from his retracting cock.

Agda rolled onto her back, smiling as she scooped up a handful of fresh cum from her cunt, tasting the salty bitter slime. Minotaurs are her favourite toys

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Got a little carried away with this one, but the idea of the cute satyr tricking the brutish minotaur into having his way with her was too good to resist. Not sure why she needed him to think it was his idea, but it was fun to add that detail

[kabr0ztrousers]

Here's a spin on a request you've done before.

Established relationship between a Minotaur and girlfriend/wife (preference on wife, but I trust your instincts). The partner discovers that the Minotaur has a hucow kink, and leans into it, starts teasing them by wearing cow print bikini's or cow horn headbands, that sort of thing.

I know you've done hucow stories before (all amazing as per usual), but I think this is an interesting spin on it. I've seen some other people give this a go, and I want to see how you would do it.

Keep up the great work!

Kabr0z Writes episode 105: Browser History

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

I'm working on the Ao3!

CWs: light invasion of privacy; lactation; artificially inducing lactation; oral sex; drinking breastmilk; excessive cum; cumflation; impregnation; enthusiastic consent;

A/N: I feel like the Tumblr fun police is coming down hard on me, which is interesting when I see actual hardcore porn on this site *all the sodding time* Hopefully once I've got the AO3 fully up to date that'll help me continue to get these out to you all!

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Freddie's laptop hummed on the table. The one he always took on his business trips. You tried to be good, really you did. You know it's his business what's on there, and you know how much of an invasion it can feel like when someone pokes through your stuff. That didn't change the fact that he'd left it unlocked while he was in the shower. It didn't change just how damn tempting it is, sitting there open.

You put your ear to the bathroom door. The deep baritone of your minotaur lover was audible, singing the same few bars of Pavarotti to himself. You probably have ten or fifteen minutes. You opened his web browser, pulling up the history. Is it such a crime to peek?

Your hand shot to your mouth as your jaw dropped an inch. Freddie was holding out on you, it seems. Always pretending he was into cuddly vanilla intimacy, while every time he was away from home he was looking at this. Dozens of searches for large breasted women, milking, pregnancy... The works. To think, you'd been trying to get him to open up to you about his kinks for as long as you'd been together. You were almost worried it'd be something bad but this? This you can use.

The benefits of working from home are numerous, especially when one's husband has to go into the office every day. One by one, deliveries started arriving. You even got chance to try pumping your breasts, supposedly with enough direct stimulation, and enough fennel tea, you'd start getting some real progress.

Now you can't speak for every woman out there, but by the time the rest of the outfit had arrived, you were really making progress. If you weren't pumping a half pint from each tit every day, you'd start leaking, and that'd ruin the surprise. Now just to pick your day.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. A cow-print chemise, horned headband, even a long tuft-ended tail attached to a buttplug and slipped into your rear entrance. You hadn't pumped today, your nipples felt tender, every move brushing them past the satin of your scant clothes, building a throbbing desperation in your loins. You bit your lip. He couldn't get home soon enough.

The front door opened, heavy footfalls thumped inside. You'd recognise that leaden step anywhere, he's home.

"Freddie! Can you come upstairs and help me with something?"

You heard him put down his bag before calling back to you "Sure, let me just get my shoes off"

You retreated back to your bedroom, waiting until you heard him on the landing "Just in here honey!"

He crossed the few square feet of hall, before pushing open your bedroom door. He stood a moment, taking in the scene in front of him. You looked at one another, him staring at your swollen tits, erect nipples pointing through the thin patterned satin of your chemise. You on the other hand watched as the seven-foot tall, four foot wide, long horned bull-man slowly went mad with desire as all of his Christmases came at once.

You hadn't realised he could move that fast. He almost tackled you flat on the bed, kneeling over you, tearing off his clothes. Button pinged off him as he disrobed, clattering on the laminate floor. He lifted you up, pulling your top over your tits, exposing your naked body underneath. His hand closed around your tit, squeezing gently. He let out an excited braying as the first few drops of ivory liquid rolled from your nipple.

Almost dropping you onto the mattress, he locked his lips around the leaking nipple as he pressed two fingers against your cunt. You could feel him suckling milk from you as he rubbed your moistening folds. You gasped as his fingers slipped in. You cooed at him between your moans, holding his head to your teat. "That's it, sweetheart, just like that"

He didn't reply, but his thumb brushed against your clit, hand twisting to reach in and up. His fingertips pressed your g-spot as he rubbed circles around your clit. You held him to you, one hand cradling his head as the other rested on the hand knuckle-deep in you. You felt your legs starting to clench as your toes curled, your cunt tightening around him, squeezing the fingers inside you.

Your head lolled back as your cunt sprayed liquid release over the sheets. Moans turned to screams of rapture and delight as your lover kept squeezing you just right. Your legs were shaking by the time your spasms let up, flopping back down onto the plush sheets.

He wasn't done yet though, far from it. He lifted your legs, holding them apart as his tongue lapped at your cunt. Every lick over your buzzing clit made your leg twitch, your toes pointed and flexed as he drove you over another aching peak. His fingers were still buried in your twitching quim, giving you something to clench against as he drove you to another aching climax. He smiled up at you as your moans turned to wails and your white-knuckled hands gripped his horns.

You were begging him to take you by the time he did, flipping you over and lifting your hips just a touch, positioning his flared tip against your swollen, drooling cunt. He tugged the tail attached to your plug, listening to your whines as it pulled against your asshole before putting his weight behind his hips.

His hands gripped your waist, pulling you into him. Your cunt accepted him with aching, throbbing, squelching gusto. Your eye refused to focus, threatening to roll back into your head. Your words had long since abandoned you.

"Cum in me" you repeated it like a mantra, dumbly asking to be filled. Every thrust of his thick cock radiated warmth into you. Every inch of him stretched you, making your head spin faster and faster. Your whole body was a pile of sweating, quivering jelly under him, wringing him out, begging for him. Yearning for him, even as he was a foot deep in you.

At last, he roared above you. His cock grew even harder, even thicker. The tip, already wider than the rest, flared out in that wonderful way. Your cock-drunk brain exploded in yellow and purple stars as you brayed into the pillows. You wanted to hold him in, keep him from doing anything but filling you with the gallons of hot spunk you needed. You didn't have to. His arms wrapped around you, pushing you to the very hilt of him. Your limbs dangled uselessly as you were squeezed against his belly, breathing in the smell of his fresh sweat. Your belly was starting to swell up, full of thick, white-hot cum.

You stayed like that. You're not sure how long it took before he got soft enough to try and pull out. He came loose with an audible pop and a jet of cum. The room would never smell the same again. You felt your belly receding, deflating as the fluid filling it was pushed out by your abs. It couldn't get it all, though, you still bore a little bump from your achingly full womb.

You collapsed on the bed together, you on top of him. You dozed off, the fullness in your belly soothing you to sleep.

Four weeks later, you're late. It's still too early for a test. You're pretty confident either way

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Sorry this one took a while! I wanted to take the Easter weekend to recharge a little, and look what happened!

2 days without fresh smut killed the Pope!

In all seriousness though, I'm super happy how this one turned out, and hope you enjoy it too

[kabr0ztrousers]

I read absolutely all your content, I would like to know if you can write a centaur, during a certain season the centaurs go into heat and must find a partner to mate with, fem reader ends up being chased by the centaur, until she is caught to become his mate, fem reader although she tried to escape is enthusiastic. Sorry if it's not understood, I don't speak English.

Kabr0z Writes episode 100: Enchanted Glade

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: noncon; coercion via physical force; implied group sex; excessive cum; size difference;

A/N: "Oh, I'll try to do something extra special for the 100th episode" says Kabroz, fully aware they're the most procrastination-prone thing in the Western Hemisphere. Either way, enjoy Fem!reader having a time with a centaur.

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You knew trying to find the centaur glades in April was a bad idea. Sure, the top half is an apex predator, but the bottom half of a centaur is a prey animal. Prey animals mate in yearly cycles to minimise the effects of predation on each yearly cohort. That meant that even if you did manage to find the rumoured society of centaurs, this time of year was probably the worst time for it. Granted, normally you'd still expect to have a horse archer taking potshots at you as you run for cover.

Damn how you wish you were running from an archer right now.

You'd managed to follow the tracks through the forest, getting to the glade hot on the heels of a hunting party. You even managed to find your way through the hidden pass through the cliff to get inside the sheltered clearing. What you should've expected was that instead of a society of hunters and philosophers, springtime turns the entire glade into an orgy of heat and rut. You tried to sneak away, right into one of the younger centaurs. He couldn't have been much more than twenty, flushed faced and unpaired.

You took off running. Getting out of the glade was simple, slipping back through the cave and into the open forest. The only problem is, he was still hot on your heels, and faster than you. Speed won't work. A centaur can run you down, no problem at all. Maybe you could hide? You ducked under ferns and brush. Weaving around rocky outcrops and over logs. You needed to make your trail difficult to follow, if not impossible. There are no better hunters in these forests than the centaurs, blessed of Nylea herself. If any hunter could find your trail, follow you through even the deepest undergrowth, it would be these. Still, if you could only find your way back to the road. The packed dirt doesn't hold a trail well, and if you could get to a city, even more so. Nylea holds far less sway in the realms of Ephara. That's the plan, at least.

The rapidly closing hoofbeats behind you weren't encouraging. You had to dodge around obstacles, he could simply leap them. You couldn't clear the gullies and divets in the ground in a single bound like he could. You certainly weren't moving as fast as him as he streaked through the forest, hooves clattering off roots. Any normal horse would have twisted an ankle by now and have gone down, fit only for glue. Centaurs are not normal horses.

You stole a look back. Bad idea. He threw something at you and you went down, a heavy bolas wrapped around your ankles. The centaur closed the last of the distance, grabbing you by the hair and dragging you up and over, onto his back as he turned back to the glade.

Your fingers worried at the knot around your ankles, but the weapon binding them wasn't coming loose. He brought you back to the glade, into a barn and threw you over a railing. A quick tug from one of his hands and your binds released. He lifted your tunic and pteruges, exposing your bare hindquarters as he roughly opened you up with his foreleg.

He didn't bother with foreplay. Already rock hard and ready from his heat, he'd waited all he was willing to as he mounted the railing. He tried to step into you. Over and over he pressed the tip of his length against your opening, it kept slipping off. The precum he was dribbling onto you made your cunt slippery, mingling with your own rising juices as you envisioned what was to come and your body tried to prepare.

Was it the fourth try? Or the fifth? It didn't matter. All that mattered was his flared cock forcing its way inside. His barrel chest and strong legs keeping you pinned to the railing as he stepped in again. Another few inches rammed into you. The medial ring sinking deeper in as his flare pressed your cervix. His bulk driving it into your back wall. Again and again he tried forcing it deeper into your bruised and aching cunt.

The pressure was too much for your stretched-out body. Every push jolted you, sending waves of sensation flooding through you, painful and titillating in equal measure. The frustrated stallion above you kept hammering himself home, slipping past your cervix into the posterior fornix behind, bottoming himself out in a single mighty shove.

At once he started to empty himself. Jets of hot cum flooded you as you were pushed last your limit. Your whole body tensed and shook, your stoic silence broken by a whorish moaning as he filled you up. He ground into you, pressing against your deepest recesses as hot centaur cum dripped out of you, pooling on the floor between your feet

His cock started to soften, retracting into its sheath as it pulled itself out of you. The head popped free and you gasped, cunt tensing around nothing at all. A gush of semen flowed out of you, landing with a wet slapping sound in the puddle below.

Another took his place.

This isn't over

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If I get chance, you'll all get a great bonus episode involving Phyrexia and more Magic: the Gathering related smut.

Here's hoping WOTC doesn't send Pinkertons after me 😉

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes Episode 3: A very bad idea, part 1

Find yesterday's entry here

CWs: usual gratuitous sex scene; demon summoning; serious dubcon, probably noncon when you think about it; heavy cumflation; horror themes; hyper-genitals; it's a lot today, folks

Author's note: Jesus H Christ this one got away from me. It gets good after about halfway but I feel like I spent too long setting up. Ah well, live and learn. I'm also trying something a little new where I'm linking the next few episodes together, so this one, episode 4, and episode 5 will follow on from one another.

There's basically no plot, so do what you want with that, but it's a fun thought.

With that aside, enjoy!

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It was a bit of a tradition now, whenever Heather was in town you'd get the lowest-rated book on a topic from the internet and take the piss out of it over a few bottles of your favourite red wine. Well, this week the wheel had spun, and landed on Demonology as a topic.

You thought about just saying screw it, and choosing another, but as you browsed the web for a terrible book, you saw it: "My First Book of Shadows" by Creedle and Crabnuts. The store listing alone was comical, from the pictures it looked like it had been printed out at home, badly trimmed to size and haphazardly stapled together. It was perfect. Two minutes later, and £5 lighter, it was on its way, predicted to arrive a couple of nights before her.

You leafed through the book when it arrived, barely a magazine really, and saw it contained what purported to be step-by-step directions to call forth a denizen of Hell, including a list of materials and guides to pronounce the chants.

Something about it... It called to you.

You don't know what came over you, but before you knew it you were walking around the high street, gathering incense sticks, candles, chalk, and a razor-sharp knife.

Heather arrived at your door on Friday evening, you had the house to yourself until at least Sunday afternoon and so we're busy in the living room. Your hands were covered in chalk dust in shades of white, blue, purple and red. The incense smoke was already filling the whole house with heady aromas of bergamot, cloves, camphor and myrrh.

She knocked again, snapping you out of your reverie. Still dressed in your dressing gown (robes are expensive, it turns out) you flung open the door and hugged your friend tight. "I have a surprise for you!"

"What? You've had the place fumigated?" Heather laughed, her voice lilting and sweet in the chill of the fading light.

"Better, come and see" you grabbed her by the hand and took her into the room where your circle lay, half finished, on the laminate floor

"Taken up a cult?" Heather's laughter hadn't stopped yet, then she saw the book open on the floor "Or started without me?" Mock-pouting now as she opened a bottle and started to pour the wine

You lent Heather your other bathrobe and as she pulled it on you couldn't help but see a small pile of her other clothes in the corner. Was she wearing anything under there? You guessed it fits the theme, and you'd been half hoping tonight would take that turn anyway, so you didn't say anything.

Together, you worked on the circle, both on hands and knees to trace the delicate runes and lines onto the ground. A few times Heather's gown rode up and the sight of her pink lower lips told you that, yes, she was completely naked under there.

You finished up, and knelt at opposite sides of the floor, gazing into the circle you'd drawn. Maybe a little smudged in places, but you weren't expecting anything to really happen as you recited the chants. The unfamiliar words felt strange to get your mouth around. As you came to the last few syllables you could have sworn the candles flickered, the incense grew more intense, the chalk lines began to smoulder. You raised the knife in your right hand and drew the point across your left.

That's when you realised your mistake.

The first drops of blood began to boil on your palm. The room became hot, and dry, like a desert wind blowing in your face. Gone were the scents of the incense, replaced with the smell of hot metal, searing meat, ozone, blood.

A noise, somehow the opposite of a bang. A dazzling flash. The guttering candles now ablaze and belching thick, black smoke that billowed down their sides like tar. You could see the fear in Heather's eyes, but neither of you could move. You were transfixed by what had appeared in the centre of the circle.

Too tall, too skinny, it hovered 6 inches off the ground. Spindly legs, 4 spindly arms, pencil-necked and sharp faced. Bald and with curved metal shards forming a shattered halo above its head. It blinked its four angular eyes and spoke with a voice that somehow echoed before you heard it

"Hail! I am Simizel! Viscount of the pit of Ashen Despair, Lord Commander of the seventeenth regiment of the Damned. Who are you to call me?"

You struggled to make any noise, throat dry and gasping for air. Simizel looked around at both of you, then down at the circle below him. "Wait, that's not right" he mused, "That's nonsense, that's spelled wrong, that's right, but in the wrong place, and..."

He looked at you

"It's a little irregular to ask, but what binding spell did you two use?" He was still looking at the ground quizzically as you rose to your feet

"Binding spell?" You croaked, eyes streaming

"Yes, to bind me, you know, so I don't just kill you both and go home?"

His eyes widened and his mouth grew into a wide smirk as he realised what had happened. He reached for the crumpled and charring pamphlet on the floor and skimmed it.

His smirk turned to a chuckle, then a laugh, then a cackle

"By my name! Someone thought they were very clever, didn't they?" He either couldn't disguise his mirth, or wasn't trying very hard "You just copied out any old rubbish and slit yourself open!"

A wave of his hand. You and Heather were floating in front of him now. "I haven't been amused like this in centuries. For being such fun, I'll give you girls some gifts"

He flicked his wrist and both of your gowns burned away, leaving you naked and glistening with sweat and fear

"First, if you want to try this again in the future, do it properly." He gestures at the book and it burns away, replaced with a wax-sealed scroll "That will summon an old friend of mine, just break the seal, read the words, and out he will come"

"Next, I'll make sure I don't leave behind any cambions" His clawed fingers etched patterns into your and Heather's skin. You tried to struggle against the pain, but your body was under his spell. In a few moments of etching, he had carved glowing sigils into the flesh just above each of your pubic bones.

He smiled, almost warmly, "Knowledge, and a boon, normally gifts like these would cost a soul, but I feel generous tonight, so I will simply take my fill of your bodies."

The spell keeping you aloft broke, and you dropped to the floor in a heap. You looked up at him and wondered how you could have missed it: between his pale thighs hung a pendulous, rapidly hardening cock. Your belly began to ache and your mouth water. What had come over you?

You started to crawl over to him, dimly aware Heather was doing the same next to you. Reaching up for this amazing rod as it grew longer and thicker than any human would have, flared at the head like a horse's and knotted at the base. You weren't sure how it was going to fit inside you

You knew you were going to make it.

You started kissing the end, as Heather began sucking on his gravid balls, each one the size of a grapefruit. Simizel cradled your face in his hand, fingers still bloody from marking you, then lifted you up with a gesture.

Upside-down now, you could see a rope of glittering precum hanging from his cock as it pulsed against your lips. You held out your tongue to try and taste it.

As soon as your lips parted it was in your mouth. You felt like your jaw would break. You didn't care. His tongue was at your pussy, licking your clit furiously and making you shake. You tensed up as you came, hips bucking against his face.

He pushed you down. The too-thick cock forcing its way down your throat and making you gag. You couldn't breathe. You still didn't care. You didn't care as you felt somehow even more tongues at your clit, invading your pussy, pushing into your asshole

He started thrusting. You felt as though you could split in half. Some dark power was keeping you conscious as you felt the end of his cock moving up and down in your belly. The thrusting got harder and faster until the knot was driven past your lips and started swelling in your mouth.

His tongues were still at your cunt. Your body squeezing against him as repeated orgasms rocked you. You could feel yourself squirting fluid into his face as he fucked your mouth open even wider

His cock must have been in your stomach now, bottoming out and stuck in you. You could feel it pulsing and could see his balls pumping in front of your face as your belly began to swell with the volume of fluid gushing into you. You tried to scream, in pain, in ecstasy, you're not sure, but the vast mass stuffed inside you prevented any sound escaping.

Heather was still cradling his balls in her hands as she kissed you, licking the base of his cock where it was jammed into your face, tasting where his fluids were leaking out of the sides of your mouth. Her eyes were empty but for lust as she rubbed her hands over her clit, her hips bucking erratically

The knot began to loosen and pull away from you. You felt hands on your hips lifting you from the demonic shaft as it pumped ever more into you, until it slipped free. You saw it hang, still pumping potent demon-seed and painting your friend's naked body in sticky, viscous white as she screamed her way to another full-body orgasm.

The world came back into relief and you realised you were panting and moaning, the tongues bringing you to your peak again and again. Pain rocked your body in between waves of pleasure as you came over and over, cum leaking from your mouth and throat as Heather stood below.

The demon wasted no time, repositioning himself under the two of you on the floor, one pair of impossibly strong hands on your hips as you rode his face, the other positioning your friend's ass over his impossible cock, still leaking and pulsing.

You heard her gasp and call out as it entered her ass, stretching her out and filling her immediately. Again and again he pushed in, her belly growing larger and larger with the size of him and the fluids he emitted. Your orgasmic cried mingled as your mind blanked and you passed out.

You don't know how long it was having its way with Heather, but when you came to you were lay on the floor watching it pull out of her pussy, her ass and throat leaking fluids and her gurgling moans of pleasure filling your ears.

Simizel looked at you and you wordlessly rolled onto your back, legs opened for him. He strode over to you, leaving your friend lying on her side in a pool of his semen and her own squirt.

He loomed over you and pressed himself against your aching hole. You gasped as it pushed in, stretching you around its immense girth. He was at your cervix already, and showed no signs of stopping. You screamed out as it pushed deeper in, lubricating its movement with a neverending stream of thick cum. Your eyes rolling as your orgasm rocked you again and again until he was again at the hilt. You weren't sure how much longer you could take it as he pumped litre after litre into you, the fluids spraying out of you even despite the knot holding him into you.

You passed out again.

This time you woke up and he was gone. Heather was where he left her. Sunlight was starting to eke in through the drawn curtains. You felt your belly, round and full, it sloshed around as you moved towards the bathroom to expel as much of the spunk left in your ass and your cramping womb as you could.

As you stood you felt the mark he left on your skin, it wasn't glowing now but still remained, red and cauterised by the heat of his claws.

You heard movement, Heather was awake and groaning. Her eyes met yours. They were still empty, there wasn't anything there but lurid desire. Your heart dropped as you lamented what he had done to her, before you realised where she was moving to

The scroll

She broke the wax and opened the paper before you could reach her on your shaking legs. She read the words and the walls began to shift.

A purple light suffused the room

You weren't done yet.