Shelves of shitty gas station junk food mocked the listless attendant. Gaden drummed his fingers on the counter. His mind wandered to the cigarettes in his lunch box. It was still an hour before lunch. He had already done the morning chores. All that was left was to wait for the popcorn machine to finish cooking. The place was completely understaffed, which meant his lunch would be ten minutes tops. Someone had to man the cash register. It was days like those that made him miss Tatsu. His coworker had disappeared three weeks prior. The management did not seem to care. Then again, they hardly paid attention to their workers to begin with.

  The worst part about the disappearance of his friend was that Gaden had lost his chance to fuck the bastard. He had not wanted to make it weird. Just the thought made his dick hard. Tatsu was a sexy, Japanese twink. His short hair and pouty lips were tempting. His ass was soft. Juicy. Gaden had seen his cock bulging in their work uniform on numerous occasions. It would have been perfect… but he did not want to make things weird. So he waited. Delayed. Now it was too late.

  Gaden laid his head on the counter. The cool wood would have been nice, were it not for the fact that it was a reminder of his boredom. If there was at least a pissy customer, then maybe he could get some action. Would it be overkill to call the store’s new security team in to deal with a Karen? Almost certainly. It would mean getting to look at sexy twinks and hunks as they apprehended the theoretical pain in the ass.

  DarkSaver ads made them seem all the more tempting. They were split into two camps. The meatheads were all buff as hell, with far more muscle than brain. Their thighs were thick enough to crush a watermelon. Their arms were laced with enough muscle to make it impossible to wear much more than a tank top. Each one had washboard abs and fat tits that Gaden wanted to bury his face in. He moaned softly under his breath and stroked his dick through his shorts.

  Then there was the intelligence team. They were trained in working with cameras, phones, and computers in order to gather evidence. Gaden had his doubts. There were not exactly news stories of peaceful successes. All they looked like was a dumb gang of twinks. Sexy little bastards with skinny waists and fat asses. The kind that could look innocent, but were too bratty to be anything close. They had similarly large bulges in their skimpy outfits as the meatheads. If they were actually smart, they would have better jobs. Not working for a cruel, violent company that did little to hide just how horny they were for putting their enemies in the ground.

  A uniform Gaden would have loved to see Tatsu in. Fuck. Son of a bitch. He pulled his phone from his pocket and peeked at it under the table so the cameras could not see it. His thumb shook as he opened his messages. Tatsu had not even opened his messages in a week. 

  The security team had only come to the store once to handle the rising gang population nearby. A shame, really, because Gaden regularly fantasized about pinning those meat heads down and pounding them silly. Beads of precum made a stain on his shorts. He was just a second from orgasm when the front door swung open. “Put your hands in the fucking air!”

 Gaden yelped. He flung his hands up, eyes wide. In stalked a handful of men. They wore casual clothes. Hoodies and jeans, most of which were tugged down to reveal the tops of their underwear. All of them brandished guns. Tattoos littered their skin. Muscles, where visible, rippled with every move. They were tight and sinewy. A lean, fit look. Some were scarred. Trophies from other fights that they wore with pride. Their leader, the man who spoke, had a cocky look in his amber gaze. His chocolate skin was slick with sweat. He had nice pecs that pressed against his black hoodie. The bastard was young. Spunky. Too cocky for his own damn good. A tiny splurt of precum escaped Gaden from just how much of a stud the leader was. He aimed his gun at Gaden.

  “Alright. Cough up the cash. I know you got a safe under the counter. Gimme all the money or you’re toast.”

  Gaden paled. He choked up a bit. A fresh splurt of precum made his dick ache for more. Gaden managed to kick a small, hidden button to trigger a silent alarm. DarkSaver would arrive soon. He swallowed before he finally managed to respond. “My boss doesn’t give me access to it. I can’t help you, man.”

  “Bullshit. I know you fuckin’ with me. Either gimme the fuckin’ money, or I’ll blow your damn head off.”

  “I’m telling you! I don’t have the key. The manager does, and he said I’m not responsible enough to have it! I can give you what’s in the cash register if you want? But– That’s like twenty bucks.” Twenty bucks Gaden would have to pay the store back if he lost it. Twenty bucks Gaden did not have. “Sorry?”

  “Sorry ain’t fuckin’ enough!” The gangster waved his gun around. Gaden flinched back, biting his tongue. “Neither’s twenty. Safe. Now.”

  A rumble outside was enough distraction to pull the gangster’s gaze away from Gaden. His heart skipped a beat when he saw them. “DarkSaver!”

  The truck that pulled up was painted solid black. A white logo was stamped over their name and number. It much resembled Superman’s logo. The main difference was that the lines inside were shaped into a D and S. Out piled a cluster of buff meat heads. They wore only a bulletproof vest, sungas tight enough to clutch their asses and thick bulges, and hefty combat boots. A couple donned black masks that covered little more than their noses and mouths. Behind them came a couple of twinks in similar attire. Their bubble butts betrayed narrowed eyes that spoke business. Someone had to be the brains of an operation, if one could call average intelligence brains.

  One of the DarkSaver men led the way into the store. His crew funneled in behind. The man was tall and thin. Muscle was packed into his slim-fit form. He wore sunglasses inside. A balaclava covered the rest of his face. A chiseled jaw was set tight. He was dressed in that stupid, sexy uniform. It covered almost nothing. Gaden’s breath caught in his throat at the sight. Hooded, brown eyes dug daggers into the lead gangster. A scowl played on pouty lips. One hand loosely clutched a gun. 

  “This is our territory.” Donny pointed his gun, upside down, at Gaden. The clerk wanted to point out that that was actually less helpful. It would make him inaccurate, and it made him look like a dumbass. Unfortunately, Gaden valued his life more than pointing out the obvious. Donny stepped toward the DarkSaver crew. “We own this part of town. No shit ass crackers gonna drive us off. What are ya? Pansies? Thinking you can waltz in and scare us off cause you got your tits out? Asking to be fucked in the ass wearing shit like that. Get outa here before I blow this guy’s head off.”

  The leader of the DarkSavers scoffed. “Try it! What’s another body for the processing center?”

  Time stopped. Gaden’s eyes widened. He recognized that voice. Tatsu. The bastard had abandoned him to go work at a place full of sexy men. It certainly paid better. Then he threw Gaden under the bus. To top it off, Tatsu did not even have the balls to tell him. His chest twisted. He put a hand over his mouth as he struggled to breathe. The gas station put him through hell, and Tatsu got to go play hero with other men.

  Donny gaped as the DarkSaver crew laughed. “You– You shut the fuck up!”

  Gaden swallowed. Hard. He wrung his fingers as he stared at the DarkSaver crew. Why had they not done anything yet? If only he had telepathic powers. Then he would be begging the security personnel to do their damn job. Tensions were getting thicker by the second.

  “Real smooth. You’re soooo scary. I’m pissing my pants! Whatever will I do?” One of the DarkSaver grunts laughed as he slipped the gangsters off. “You dumbasses should run while you have the chance. We’re being nice, giving you a chance to live.”

  “Nice?” It was a gangster grunt that cut in. “You bastards think you own this place? You the stupid ones. The boss is gonna set your damn houses on fire.”

  The verbal war kept amping up. Gaden backed himself up against the back wall. Sweat dripped down his neck. He glanced around for something, anything he could use to defend himself. Nothing. His gaze landed on the popcorn maker, and his stomach sank. “Oh no.”

  Gaden lunged to turn the machine off, but it was too late. The first pop was loud. The second, louder. One of the gangsters was too on edge to think. He let loose a spray of bullets in pure panic. They sprayed over DarkSaver grunts’ shoulders and ricochetted off food shelves. A bag of chips exploded and sprayed one of the security men, who screamed. The last bullet burrowed, dead center, into a twink’s belly button. Poor bastard dropped like a sack of potatoes. Pissed, one of the DarkSaver men shot at the crowd of gang members. It was chaos after that. A cacophony of gunfire and slinging bullets filled the room.

  The first man to drop was a gangster who was flung into the wall beside Gaden. He yelped and leapt away. The gangster, a blonde twunk with a scar over his lips, lifted his gun as if it would defend him in some way. Then a spray of bullets riddled his chest and belly. It created a chasm and sent his guts spilling out with cartoonish abandon. His eyes rolled back, and his hips jerked forward. The bastard was cumming. Hard. It squirted up out of his sagging pants and mixed with the stew of organs.

  Gaden leapt to the counter. He clutched it with bulging eyes and ducked under. Bullets carved through the wood to his left, then to his right. They created a ring around his body that kept him curled in a ball. There was a thump as the wood panel plopped to the ground behind him. He peered back with a whimper.

  There was one of the gangers. He strode up to two DarkSaver twinks, not caring as they aimed semi-automatics at his chest. They screamed. Their guns roared. Bullets ripped through the ganger. The towering, black hunk grabbed them by their throats. His bulky hands held them up with terrifying ease. He dangled them in the air. The ganger was strong enough that they started to choke. They kicked and thrashed in a panic. Their guns crashed to the floor as they clawed at the hunk’s wrists, desperate for freedom. Nails left bloody streaks in their wake. Bubbles of spit rolled off their lips as their faces started turning a sickening shade of purple. Orange hair clung to their foreheads. Matching freckles revealed all. Twin whores with fat cocks and panicked, green eyes.

  The ganger’s fingers dug in deeper. Both twinks were getting harder by the second. Their tight, black, latex thongs strained with the size of their cocks. Blood mixed with their precum. Much of it had splashed up from the ganger’s ruined six-pack. They were a perfect match, even down to the way their balls twitched with each dying breath. It was getting harder and harder for them to grip his wrists. The ganger gritted his teeth. Blood pooled in his lips as his intestines were shredded. His muscles flexed. He tightened his six-pack as if that might somehow save him. There was a tear as one of the bullets cut through his belt. His pants fell to his ankles, and out popped a monstrous hog.

  The twins' eyes rolled back. Even their choking gurgles matched in tone and pace. The strain on their throats became too much. Cartilage popped as their tracheas tore. Their guns fell, and they went limp. A moment later, they came. Thick bubbles of spunk pushed through the holes in the fabric. It burbled down their legs. Some squirted out the top. The twins’ tongues lolled out. Even as they died, they thrashed. Bodies fighting for a life they would never save.

  The ganger dropped his prey into a puddle of blood and cum. He stumbled back. His wrecked abs undulated, desperate to hold themselves together. His fingers hooked into his spilling guts. They were slimy with gore. Chunks of them came loose all over his digits. He stumbled a bit, then crashed to the ground beside the twins. His fat, juicy ass was parked in the air. It practically begged to be fucked. The ganger’s eyes rolled back. He screamed in agony as he came. Thick globs of spunk became indistinguishable with his sea of insides-made-outsides. His hips thrust uselessly into the air. Wave after wave of cum drenched him. He babbled some, then fell limp.

  Gaden’s dick twitched. Precum bubbled at the tip. He knew he needed to hide, but all of the sexy, dying men were getting harder and harder to resist. He stared out from the hole in the desk. Watching. Waiting. Hoping to pounce on one of the corpses without joining them in death.

  Tatsu stormed into the fray with a massive machine gun. His muscles strained against the weight of it. His thick, Asian cock bounced with the bullets raining out. They sprayed in all directions. Some exploded into the security cameras. Others tore through the clothes of the gangers and DarkSaver men alike. Sweatshirts tore to reveal washboard abs and tight bellies. Saggy pants were turned to fabric scrap that covered little more than their dicks, assuming they managed to stay up enough to cover anything at all. Several men had their heads popped open. It would have been more impressive were it not for half of those men being subjects of friendly fire.

  Donny snuck toward Tatsu from behind. It was not difficult with just how loud the machine gun was. He was about to lunge when a DarkSaver grunt called out, “Hey!”

  The grunt flung a large knife from his belt. It burrowed into Donny’s chest. His eyes bulged. He stumbled left, then right. A second later, he dropped. Donny landed with a thump only a few feet from where Gaden hid. Blood blossomed like a flower around the blade. The ganger gurgled as he desperately gripped the hilt. “F-Fuck…”

  Gaden grabbed Donny by the ankle and tugged him under the counter. The ganger yelped. Sudden movement made the knife jerk in his chest. It dug in deeper. Tore more flesh. It had lodged between two ribs just under his heart. Any sudden movement had a chance of fatality. Gaden bit his lip. He pulled Donny’s legs into his lap and yanked his pants free. It helped that they were already half way down his ass. The ganger’s cock strained against his briefs. Beads of precum stained the tent. Gaden freed the beast and moaned when the massive shlong bounced to life.

  “What’re you doing, man?” Donny hissed. He kicked his legs in a pathetic attempt to free himself, only to yelp when it caused the knife to inch closer to his heart. “Stop! Let me go. Sh… Shit… If you fuck me, it’s gonna pop my ticker!”

  Gaden was about to reply when his eyes caught a glimmer. He spread Donny’s cheeks. Tucked inside was a butt plug. It was tipped with faux ruby. Gaden grinned. He pressed the toy deeper into his prey. “What’s this? Getting yourself ready for someone? How cute. Shame, though, because you’re going to have to settle for me.”

  “No– No, please…” The ganger whined. “I don’t wanna…”

  “You were so brave earlier. Where’d all your bravado go? Or were you just a pussy ass bitch from the start?” Gaden hooked his fingers around the plug and tugged it free. Donny could not help but moan. A thick splurt of precum shot out of him. Gaden whistled. “Damn. This thing is huge. You’re gaping down here. I don’t know what freak you’re fucking to get stretched out like this, but I’m more than happy to fill that hole.”

  Donny gurgled. He weakly slapped at Gaden as he was tugged closer. The knife was distracting enough, but he was slowly losing energy from blood loss. Bullets had already riddled his chocolate abs. They glistened with streams of blood. Occasionally, the tight muscle twitched. Blood loss was a bitch. “Please. I don’t wanna die… At least take the knife out or– or something. Gh–”

  The ganger had to stop to hack up blood, which only drifted the blade closer to his heart. Another squirt of precum splattered on his legs. Gaden pressed his dick against that gaping, pulsing entrance. He stroked Donny’s cock at an agonizingly slow pace. There was just a second where the ganger was a whimpering mess. Then he screamed when Gaden shoved his full length in with one stroke. His eyes bulged. He gripped Gaden for dear life.

  There was something thrilling about how each powerful thrust had the chance to drive the knife into Donny’s heart. He was not the only one drooling precum. Gaden groaned as he stuffed inch after inch into that burning rump. Donny’s body clamped down hard. It milked him with powerful muscle, as if holding tight could stop the blood flowing from his body. As if clenching could keep the knife in place. The store clerk pounded harder with every thrust. All around him was a movie of violence. Tatsu especially drew Gaden’s eye. He had dropped his machine gun after a wave of bullets ripped through his arms and legs. The DarkSaver traitor was being torn to shreds.

  “Shit… You’re sucking me in. Such a slut– What the fuck!?” Gaden yelped.

  A DarkSaver grunt had landed on the counter above them. He was a lithe little twink with blue eyes and blood-soaked, blonde hair. Only the slightest bit of muscle showed under his pale skin. His skin-tight shorts, if one could call something so short anything but a thong, bulged. The twink leveled his gun at the two of them. He gritted pearly, white teeth. Gaden threw his hands in the air. His eyes were wide with terror. Donny was hardly better. All he could do was whimper.

  The twink opened his mouth to speak. He was wild with bloodlust. His finger tightened on the trigger. “You–”

  A bullet whizzed through the air above the counter. It cleaved a gaping hole through the twink’s throat. He dropped his gun and instinctively clutched the wound. His body swayed. The twink’s dick bounced free of his pants as he went toppling off the counter. All of his weight slammed down on the blade. There was a distinct squelch as it punched into Donny’s heart. The ganger screamed. His eyes rolled back as his whole body convulsed.
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  Donny jerked. His ass clenched down hard. It was a vice around Gaden’s cock. Then he came. The ganger’s orgasm was a fountain. He sprayed cum all over himself and the grunt. Every wave of pleasure was punctuated with another squeeze. Gaden thrust frantically. The deathgasm made everything all the more intense. It was his lucky day. He could feel himself getting closer by the second, especially when Donny’s body curled in on himself, and his ass clenched as tight as those powerful muscles could manage.

  “Fuck… I’m close… Who knew a punk like you could actually be good for something.” Gaden gripped Donny’s legs. He slammed inside one more time, which made another burst of cum squirt out of his prey. The ganger’s ass was so tight that it was difficult to pull out. Gaden managed it with a wet pop. He was drenched in precum and blood. “Shit! Come here, you stupid bastard.”

  Gaden grabbed the DarkSaver twink’s hair. He slammed his cock down his throat. The tip was visible through the gaping hole in his neck. It only took a couple thrusts into that tight, little throat for Gaden to reach his limits. He came. Hard. Thick ropes pumped down the twink’s throat. Most of it shot clean through the bullet wound. It soaked his chest and clogged up the hole. Gaden moaned as he held the twink down to his hips. That moment was when the DarkSaver grunt died. Another explosive orgasm filled the air. A fountain of cum made the stuff that squirted from his ragged throat seem like hardly anything at all.

  There was a long moment where Gaden bathed in the pleasure of two squirming, twitching corpses underneath him. Then he pulled out. The last little squirt of cum stained the DarkSaver grunt’s face. He sighed and sat back. Things were coming to a close. Gaden’s eyes widened as he watched one of the last few gangers fling himself at Tatsu. The traitor cried out in fear. “Shit!!”

  The ganger spun his pocket knife between his fingers. It glittered in the humming light. He carved into Tatsu’s belly, dragging a sizable line across the flesh. Tatsu stumbled. He gathered his spilling guts in trembling hands. Cords of intestine spilled out around his fingers. He snatched them up, then slammed his shoulder into his foe. Tatsu wrapped the bloody guts around the ganger’s throat. Once around would have torn them, but enough had come out that he could wrap him several times.

  Tatsu choked out the ganger. Both the DarkSaver and Ganger men fell to the ground. They rolled over each other. Fought for power. The ganger’s bouncing cock, steel hard, rubbed against his foe’s dripping bulge. He faltered. His arms gave out while he was on top of Tatsu. A second later, he came. Spunk sprayed both of their chests. It soaked the bulletproof vest and created a puddle around Tatsu.

  It took Gaden a moment to realize that all had gone quiet. He gazed up at the room. It was a bloodbath. Corpses were littered in all directions. Some were draped over shelves. Two were mid-wrestle on the counter before their brains had been blown out. Another had his head through the freezer glass. Almost every single one was naked. Blood was not the only thing pooling on the ground. A significant amount of semen created an ocean of bodily fluids. More than one man had taken a shot to the nuts. In fact, a significant number had. More than was reasonable. Very few men died in any normal way. All of it was nut shots, stabbings, and scuffles in places where they should not have been.

  DarkSaver still had several men alive. Barely. All of the gangers had been slaughtered. Gaden stumbled over to one such survivor. Then again, Tatsu could hardly be called a survivor. He wheezed, a bubble of blood popping on his lips. The poor bastard was on his knees. “Gaden… C… Call the company. They got medics they’ll send for us. Extra ones. Ours kinda died.”

  Gaden stared down at his friend. His dick ached. It popped back up as he stared down at those bloody pecs. He swallowed hard. “I don’t think you’re gonna make it, man.”

  “No, no. I’m good. I promise. Just… Gh…” Tatsu shoveled some of his guts back inside, only for them to tumble back to the floor. “The medic team’s gonna stitch me up. None of the organs are ruptured, so it’s fine. Just– be quick.”

  “I dunno, man. You left me to deal with this shit-ass job by myself, and they docked my pay because they said this location wasn’t making as much. You didn’t even bother to tell me. Then, when some shit head aims a gun in my face, you tell him to kill me. So.” Gaden kicked Tatsu onto his side. “How about I fuck you, and if you live, I’ll call the medics.”

  “Wh– Hey! N-no! Hold on. Come on, man, we worked together for years. You don’t gotta do this.”

  Despite his protests, Tatsu’s legs spread. His dick was just as hard as Gaden’s. He whimpered. Thick beads of precum hit his chest. Gaden dropped between his legs. They hooked around his hips and tugged him in before he could protest. He scooped up a fistful of intestine. “One, you really think you can survive this? You’re dumber than I thought. Look at all the blood. Two, you coulda given them a recommendation. Then we’d still be working together. So get off your high horse and take my dick.”

  Tatsu whimpered as Gaden spread his ass with one hand. The other wrapped his intestines around the cashier’s cock. He shook his head no. “Gaden. Please. I promise I’ll– Fuck!”

  Gaden drove himself in deep. He stuffed every inch of his cock inside with one stroke. Blood made excellent lubricant, even if the squished organs added some resistance. Less than Gaden had expected. He pounded Tatsu slow and hard. Each thrust was more cruel than the last. His fingers wrapped around his friend’s neck. “Fuck… Look, I’m not gonna lie. I’m mostly making up excuses. You’re hot as fuck like this. I can’t help it. I have to fuck you.”

  Tatsu could not respond. He choked. His chest seized as he sucked uselessly for oxygen. Gaden snorted. Underneath the twitching insides, he could see the tip of his cock. Tatsu instinctively groped at the wound. His fingers brushed against that throbbing head. A gasp escaped the cashier. He found himself moving faster, more on animalistic desire than anything resembling human thought.

  “Shit, you’re clenching so tight… I’m gonna cum so hard, it’ll go right through your belly. Just– Gh… Try to cum with me, yeah? Then you’ll feel good when you die.” Gaden moaned. His pace had turned frantic. Tatsu’s throat strained under his grip. Nails dug into the soft throat flesh. “Walking around like a slut all the time. You were asking for this. Stupid fucking whore.”

  Tatsu’s face turned a sickly shade of purple. His hips bucked. He clawed at Gaden’s fingers but he was too weak. Had lost too much blood. Tatsu’s eyes rolled back. Blood foamed from his lips and nose. Every thrust made his insides bounce. More of them spilled out by the second. They sloshed this way and that. When he realized his death was inevitable, he managed to get one of his hands down around his own cock. His stroking was weak. Too slow to match the desperate pace. Still, he tried. Cum throbbed in both of them.

  There was a particularly large gasp. A sputter. Tatsu’s whole body jerked in on itself. His ass clenched like a vice on Gaden. Pure euphoria sparked in his vision. Gaden howled his pleasure. He slammed himself to the root and came. His tip bulged from the sea of organs. Most of his cum pooled inside. It tangled with the bloody slush. Some of it went further, though. It squirted all over Tatsu’s pretty little face. Cum speckled his lips and forehead. It splattered onto his pecs.

  The DarkSaver worker twitched just a little. His whole body erupted into spasms as he was driven over the edge. He babbled wordlessly. Cum sprayed like a firehose. It was enough to make his balls shudder. His eyes rolled wildly. Tatsu’s body made one last fight for life as he had the most powerful orgasm of his life. Wave after wave, shock after shock. Cum and pleasure and nothing but the subtle twitches of a man who had reached his limit.

  Gaden pulled out. He sprayed his last few ropes on Tatsu’s ass. His gaze raked over the store. “What a fuckin’ mess… And the security cameras too? Shit. The boss is gonna kill me if I don’t get this cleaned up. Lawsuit waiting to happen…”

  The few who survived were in no better of a state than Tatsu had been. Gaden pushed to his feet on wobbly legs. He was about to go to the janitor’s closet when he stopped. A devilish grin played on his lips. There was no use wasting perfectly good fuck meat.

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  Adelaide moaned into her servant, Mary Ann’s, mouth. Their tongues danced together. She put her hands on the servant’s hips and pulled her close. “Oh, my… You taste so sweet…”

  “My liege… Dearest Princess…” Mary Ann pulled Adelaide back into the kiss.

  As the two nipped at each other’s lips, Adelaide’s legs trembled. Her pussy was drenched. Some of it was slobber. Most of it was pleasure. Another servant pressed her mouth against Adelaide’s clit. Her name was Leliana, and she was the Princess’s most skillful servant. She trailed her tongue over her lover’s dripping folds. Leliana was also the smallest on the team. She wore a soft, thin slip to cover her flat chest and round butt. Her pale skin was marked with hickies. Butter-blonde hair was tangled from being tugged on.

  Adelaide squeezed Mary Ann’s pale, thick rump with one hand. The other tangled in her auburn locks. She tugged her servant’s head back. Her lips brushed against the soft skin. “What a lovely neck. So small. So vulnerable…” Adelaide nipped her, then melted into a deep kiss. Pale skin turned purple and red with a hickey. “Do not tell anyone, but I believe you may be my favorite.”

  “I resent that,” came a laugh from behind Adelaide.

  The Princess pouted as she leaned back against the third of her four servants: Ranma. Ranma pressed her plump tits and soft belly into Adelaide’s back. Her dark eyes scoured over her liege’s naked frame. She drank in her lover’s smooth, enchanting beauty. Both of them shared a slim-fit form born from years of taking good care of their bodies. Ranma’s black hair matched the Princess’s as well, so that it was hard to tell where one woman started and the other ended. She kissed and nipped at Adelaide’s shoulders. Her fingers pressed against the Princess’s winking pussy.

  The final maid stood at the end of the washroom. Dalia was the most shy, often hiding behind her curtain of blonde hair. Despite her nerves, her one free hand had lifted her skirt and rubbed against her clit. Her other hand was busy gathering new clothes for the Princess to wear. Incense smoke filled the room with a sultry air. It nearly hid the petite woman from those on the bed. She swallowed her nerves and stumbled over to the crowd. Leliana was not over their two seconds before Ranma pulled her close and started to grope her ass. A squeak escaped her. “W-wait!”

  “Oh shut up,” Ranma teased. “We all know you love this.”

  “Be gentle with her. She is my sweetest, most darling pet,” Princess Adelaide cooed. She planted another kiss on Mary Ann’s neck. After everything she had done, it was covered entirely in hickies. “Unlike you. Such a rude one.”

  Ranma grinned. She ground against her Liege’s butt. “You love it.”

  That earned a small chorus of giggles as Adelaide rolled her eyes. She did not deny it. Perhaps she was too lost in the pleasure to try. Instead, she focused on groping and teasing Mary Ann. Adelaide pushed the lesser woman against the warmth of her bed. Pleasure ran down the servant’s legs in rivulets. It created a puddle, nearly indistinguishable from the purple fabric. Mary Ann whimpered. She wrapped her legs around Adelaide to pull her close. Their burning pussies pressed together. They were slick. Hot. The Princess’s eyes widened as she groaned with delight.

  Ranma pushed herself against her Liege’s butt. It forced Adelaide to grind faster against the lesser servant. Ranma’s fingers pumped into her pussy. They were slick with her pleasure. The Princess’s pussy seemed to pull her in, especially as her clit ground against Mary Ann’s.

  “Fuck… Mary Ann. You are so hot,” Adelaide moaned. She pressed her full weight into the servant, threatening to crush her, not that Mary Ann minded. Her hips rolled against the Princess with reckless abandon. What Adelaide did not notice was that her hands, once braced at her servant’s sides, came up around the woman’s neck. “You feel so fucking good…”

  “Now who has the naughty tongue?” Ranma teased.

  Adelaide tried to hush her, but it only managed to melt into a whorish moan. Her fingers tightened around Mary Ann’s neck. It was warm under her grip. Soft. The servant’s windpipe was ever so fragile. One wrong push and it would snap in an instant. Adelaide’s face flushed at the thought. She ground faster. Harder. Her breath hitched in her throat as she lost herself in the pleasure. The Princess did not even notice her fingers squeezing Mary Ann’s throat shut.

  “Look at you. So horny,” Ranma hummed into Adelaide’s ear. “For someone so refined, you sure are a slut.”

  “Do not insult your Princess. You would do well to learn your place beneath me,” Adelaide hissed back between shaky moans.

  “Seems Mary Ann’s learning it well enough.”

  The words made Adelaide’s blood run cold. She froze as she stared down at what she was doing. “Oh– shit!”

  Mary Ann’s face was mottled red as she gasped for breath. Her fingers had instinctively dropped to jerk herself off, desperate to get in one last orgasm. Her eyes had rolled to the back of her head. Drool flecked her lips. Adelaide sputtered. She released the servant with a whimper and tugged herself backward. Fear coursed through her. Guilt chewed at her nerves. The words What have I done? played on repeat in her head.

  “I– I apologize, Mary Ann. I did not intend… I did not want to– to hurt you.”

  Adelaide’s hands shook as she stared down at the woman. Mary Ann wheezed. One hand kept at her clit while the other pawed uselessly at her throat. She sucked in several breaths and wiped away tears. The poor thing would live. Yet, she seemed strangely disappointed. Mary Ann sat up. She swallowed before breaking into a wave of coughs. It took her a solid minute to compose herself. A minute of tense stillness. Adelaide reached up to cup her cheek. Mary Ann smiled weakly at her. “Why did you stop?”

  The Princess stared at her servant, completely baffled. She gaped for words like a suffocating fish. “Why!? Because I could have killed you. Darling pet, I do not wish to see your demise. It would be too cruel for all you have done to me. Again– I am ever so sorry. That must have hurt. It must have been ever so stressful. Will you forgive me?”

  Mary Ann’s gaze softened. She pressed her forehead to Adelaide’s and gently shushed her. “Of course… Although you are not being entirely honest with yourself. Are you?”

  Adelaide blinked. She looked around at the women. A blush spread across her face. “Whatever do you mean?”

  Another chorus of laughter that made the Princess’s chest tighten with shame. Leliana pulled her pre-cum soaked face free from the pair of pussies. She smirked up at Ranma. “We know your interests, my liege. We have known for quite some time.”

  Adelaide burst to her feet. Her stomach twisted into a thousand knots as her legs threatened to give out from under her. She could have cum from choking Mary Ann out. The Princess felt like a monster. Adelaide shook her head no. Her fingers twitched as she worked out what they were saying.

  Ranma did not wait for a response. She crossed the space between them and cupped her Princess’s cheeks. “We know you want to suffocate us to death. Why don’t you just do it? Mary Ann was basically begging for it. I’ve been begging for it for years.”

  “I do not wish to harm my loyal servants!”

  “Oh, bull shit.” Ranma barked a laugh. Her hands dropped to grab Adelaide’s wrists. “You almost came like a desperate whore, and she was hardly even choking yet. You would have choked her to death on the spot if I had let you.”

  Tears bubbled in the corners of Adelaide’s vision. She tried and failed to yank herself away from her servant. Ranma tugged her back over to Mary Ann, who shot her coworker a hesitant glance. That did little to stop the spicy maid. She forced the Princess’s fingers around that soft, fragile throat yet again. Ranma had to hold them in place. Otherwise, Adelaide would have yanked them away.

  Leliana sighed. She licked her lips clean. “Ranma’s right. We’ve heard you moan about it. About how much you want to feel us choke to death on your dick.”

  “I do not have a dick!” Adelaide countered. She immediately deflated when Ranma cackled.

  “No dick? Not even from a certain spell? That’s right. We know about the cock spell. We’re the ones who have to clean up your magical cum, afterall. Just breathe. We’re not upset at you. My liege– We love you. More than anything in this entire world.”

  Mary Ann cleared her throat. “I wish to serve you in whatever you need. If that means as a sex toy, then so be it. Being at your service is all that I am. All that I ever wish to be. Would you deny me such a pleasure?”

  Adelaide’s throat went dry. She stopped fighting Ranma’s grip, but her heart still roared in her ears. As generous as the other women were being, she just could not bring herself to do it. They had been serving her since she was young. For years, they were her trusted confidantes. Every servant there knew of her greatest sins. Her dearest desires. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She shook her head no.

  Ranma sighed. She let go, although Adelaide’s hands did not move. Her arms crossed over her chest. “Don’t play coy. Just… imagine it.”

  “I do not wish to.” Adelaide barely managed a whisper.

  “Don’t lie to yourself. Just… relax.” Ranma moved behind Adelaide. She wrapped her arms around to gently roll her fingers over the Princess’s nipples. “Imagine her face. Imagine the fear and pleasure when she sees you grab a rope.”

  On cue, Dalia nodded and rushed to the pile of towels. She rifled through it until she found just such a rope. The servants had been planning this moment for quite some time. Dalia brought it over and brushed it over Adelaide’s arm. She made sure the Princess got a feel for the rough hemp.

  “Imagine tying it in a knot. Knowing just how tight to make it so that Mary Ann would never break free. You can hear her whimpering when you wrap the loop around her neck.” Mary Ann whimpered to sell the feeling of Ranma’s words. “Then you reach down and press your hands to your hips. A couple of short, magical words and a large, magical cock sprouts from your hips. It’s drooling with your excitement as you watch your prey struggle. You can feel the last of her hot breath on your face as you press your new dick into her dripping cunt. It’s hot. It draws you in and begs for more.”

  Adelaide’s breath caught. Pleasure drooled down her legs. She squeezed her eyes shut, as if that would push Ranma’s words out. Her thumbs rolled over Mary Ann’s neck. They played with the tougher cartilage underneath. So soft. So easy to crunch. The tears never stopped, but her legs trembled. It was getting harder with every breath– every word– to contain her desire.

  Ranma leaned in close. She peppered kisses on the Princess’s ear and neck. Her breath tickled the lobe. “Can you feel it? Can you feel her throat snap when you tug on the rope? The knot tightens the more she struggles. You can hear her choking gasps. When you look, you see her face. It’s all red and purple as her body is denied the air it needs. You plunge your dick inside. Her insides are struggling against you. Begging for more. The last thing she ever feels is how good you stuff her while she dies.”

  Adelaide tugged herself away. She looked around at the women, wiping away her tears. “Do… Do you all truly wish for this?”

  Leliana nodded. “Anything to serve you.”

  “It is all we desire,” Dalia added with a squeak.

  “And all we’re good for.” Mary Ann finished. She put her hand on Adelaide’s hip. “So, please. Fulfill us. It’s everything we want and more.”

  All of those hopeful faces… Adelaide could not deny the women she loved so much. Her heart roared in her chest as she put her hand on Mary Ann’s. She stared into the woman’s eyes, searching for something. Anything resembling hesitation. There was not even a dash of it. Adelaide swallowed. She reached over and snatched up the rope. It felt hot between her fingers. Rough. As if it was going to cut her.

  “You– uhm… Don’t have to. If you don’t want to…” Dalia whispered.

  Adelaide took a steadying breath. She shook her head. “No. I will make you all feel good. I will give you what you deserve.”

  The princess draped the rope over her shoulders. She pressed her fingers against her hips and muttered under her breath. Magical energy buzzed through the room. It shot sparks of excitement and energy through the servants. Blue swirls of light wrapped first around Adelaide’s fingers, then spun in mesmerizing circles over her clit. It shaped the flesh gently. Pulled it. Grew it. Up sprang the most magnificent dick. The meat was large enough to be imposing, but not too large to be impossible to slip into a woman. Blue-tinted precum oozed from the tip. It pulsed with pleasure and made Adelaide stumble. Her eyes widened as the pleasure shot straight to her foggy brain.

  Mary Ann’s mouth fell open at the sight of the dick. Her pussy winked with pleasure. “My liege, it is beautiful. Almost as much so as you. Would you honor me by stuffing me full?-- Gh!”

  Before the servant could react, Adelaide had tied a noose in her rope and looped it over Mary Ann’s head. Her eyes bulged as the rough hemp tightened. Her mouth fell open, immediately gasping for air that could not make it around the pressure. Mary Ann grabbed Adelaide’s wrist. Red flushed across her face. Despite her instinctive panic, she was grinning. Her mouth made something resembling a moan that came out as little more than a choked wheeze. Tears bubbled up.

  Adelaide could not help it. She was harder than steel. Harder than she had ever been before. The Princess could feel Mary Ann’s throat resisting the rope. Doing everything it could not to avoid being crushed. She could feel it vibrating through the hemp cords. Adelaide could not help but grin. A moan slipped out of her. She pressed her dick between them. Mary Ann’s body was warm. The servant kicked and thrashed on instinct. Her eyes bulged in her head as her face grew redder. Adelaide bit her lip. “Fuck… Mary Ann. You’re so… Oh, fuck. Thank you. Thank you so, so dearly…”

  No matter how Mary Ann’s body fought to survive on instinct, she was no match for the strength of the woman who held her down on the bed. Adelaide slid her dick lower. She enjoyed the warmth of the servant’s lips before she pushed inside. Mary Ann was white hot velvet. Her pussy drew the Princess in. It was impossibly tight as all of the servant’s muscles were fighting for life. The tighter the rope got, the tighter the cunt. Drool flecked Mary Ann’s lips as she kicked. Her limbs were slowly growing weaker. Adelaide tugged her into a loose-lipped kiss as she slammed inside. It only took a couple of thrusts before the Princess bottomed out inside her prey.

  Never before had Adelaide had so much pleasure. Her eyes rolled as she howled. She was like a dog in heat. The Princess’s dick throbbed. Cum threatened to break through at any moment. Adelaide fought the urge. The desire. All she wanted was to enjoy her maid’s death for a few minutes longer.

  Mary Ann’s face transitioned from red to purple, then finally to blue. The only struggles she managed were to weakly scratch at the rough rope. It dug into her neck. Tugged at the skin. Spit frothed down her face. She gasped and wheezed, but to no avail. Despite it all, she was smiling. Her pussy was drenched with pleasure. It clamped down on Adelaide. Orgasm rocked the dying maid. The last thing she ever felt was the sheer pleasure of servicing her Princess.

  When Mary Ann went limp, it was too much for Adelaide to resist. She screamed with pleasure as she slammed herself to the root. Orgasm crashed through her brain. Wave after wave of spunk gushed into her servant. She stuffed the woman full. Filled that hot womb with every drop of seed her magical cock could produce. It was pure bliss. All Adelaide could think of was the pleasure. Her whole body trembled as her hips thrust through the last few waves. By the end, she collapsed.

  Mary Ann’s limp corpse was still warm underneath Adelaide. She nuzzled into the dead woman’s neck. “Thank you.” It was the softest whisper, shared only between her and the servant who had given up everything.

  It took a moment for Adelaide to will herself to pull free. When she did, she paused to admire the shimmering dribble of cum that oozed from the corpse’s stuffed cunt. She rolled to her side with a satisfied sigh. Ranma gave her a teasingly smug look. “See? I told you that you’d like it.”

  “Your smugness baffles me.” Adelaide hummed.

  As the two spoke, Dalia shuffled over. She stared between the magic dick and the corpse for a long moment before she crawled onto the bed. Her warm lips wrapped around Adelaide’s tip. The Princess squeaked and looked down. A smile played on her lips. She stroked Dalia’s hair before gently pushing her down further. The servant had little trouble taking more cock. Her tongue trailed over the soft, faux flesh. Dalia lapped up the spunk. She carefully cleaned every inch of flesh.

  “I had not expected the lot of you to be so loyal as this…” Adelaide managed between moans. It came as no surprise that her dick was rock hard again. An idea came to her. “Ranma. Come closer.”

  The servant did so without hesitation. Ranma was about to hit her Princess with another snarky reply when a surprised moan escaped her. Adelaide placed her hand on the naked servant’s hip. A rush of warmth washed over her. Swirls of blue wrapped around the Princess’s fingers. They twirled and stretched the servant’s flesh. Ranma took several shaky breaths, her hips instinctively thrusting into the pleasure. A beautiful dick swung with her. She stared down at it in shock and wonder. “Holy shit! So that’s how that feels!”

  Ranma swung her new appendage back and forth. She burst out in laughter. Adelaide’s nose scrunched. “Focus on the task at hand. I wish for you to fill Dalia.”

  “Yes, ma’am!”

  Dalia looked back at Ranma with wide eyes. She spread her legs a little to give her space. Ranma admired the servant’s glistening pussy with a devilish grin. Her thumb hooked into the lower lips to get a better view. Dalia’s cunt winked at her. Practically begged for her to come inside. Who was Ranma to deny her? She pressed the tip in and nearly melted on the spot.

  “Holy shit– She’s so fucking hot… Princess, how did you even control yourself? Fuck…”

  Adelaide laughed. She rolled her hips into Dalia’s mouth. “I have used it for far longer than you have. Once you grow accustomed to it, it is an easier weapon to handle. Now be a dear and stuff her full.”

  Ranma swallowed. She took a steadying breath, then drove herself inside. Her fingers dug into Dalia’s hips. Ranma howled with pleasure. Unlike the Princess, who had some modicum of self-control, Ranma was a monster. She pounded the other servant with such reckless abandon that one would swear she was trying to kill her. The pleasure was overwhelming. It crushed out any semblance of conscious thought. Killed anything but the desire for more.

  Adelaide was not complaining. Every thrust drove Dalia further onto her cock. She took her time stuffing the woman’s throat. Precum and spit lubricated her dick. “Good girl. You are doing very well.”

  Dalia blushed. She tried to pull her head free to suck in a breath. Ranma’s brutal fucking battered all of the air out of her. The servant got about halfway up before Adelaide’s grip on her hair tightened. A terrified, yet excited, groan rumbled around the Princess’s cock. She knew where this was going.

  Adelaide shoved Dalia down until her throat was stretched around the faux meat. Her airway was entirely cut off. Any time she tried to breathe, Ranma came in from behind and slammed the oxygen out of her. Pleasure squelched and dripped down Dalia’s leg. Her hips instinctively slammed back into Ranma, only for her to be knocked forward and forced to swallow down another inch. Tears rolled down her face. The last proper noise she made was a choked groan.

  When Dalia’s body desperately choked for air, her throat stroked Adelaide’s dick. It spurred the Princess into action. She matched Ranma’s frantic pace until the room was choked with the sounds and smells of cruel, animalistic sex. It made the air thick. Ranma pumped faster, as if she were trying to beat Adelaide’s speed. Dalia spasmed between them. Her body twitched. Her nails dug into the Princess’s leg, and her legs kicked uselessly against her fellow servant. The struggles only pleasured each girl further. Made them pump harder. Two holes filled and stretched to capacity, mere moments from being stuffed.

  “Fuck… Princess! Cum for me! Please!” Ranma begged. It was the cutest and most desperate sound Adelaide had ever heard her make.

  Orgasm came before either woman realized what was happening. They both drove to their roots at the same time. Cum gushed into Dalia. It stuffed her deep. Stuffed her full. Her body spasmed in one last attempt for breath, but it was too late. Dalia died full of spunk. Ranma gripped her as she screamed with pleasure. Adelaide was quieter, but her orgasm was arguably more intense. She held Dalia down and hissed out her pleasure through her teeth.

  It was Ranma who collapsed back first. She plopped onto her rump and let the last few ropes of spunk splatter Dalia’s cute butt. Her eyes were glued to the drool of cum that oozed from her stuffed pussy. Adelaide basked in the warmth of pleasure, as well as the warmth of the dead woman’s throat. “This is better than I could have ever imagined. You four have done so well for me.”

  Leliana blushed. “I er… have yet to do much of anything at all.”

  “We can change that,” Ranma hummed.

  Adelaide pulled Dalia free, then rolled her onto her back. Her body was heavy. Death took her well. She was still blue in the face. Cum and slobber streaked her cheeks. Adelaide stroked her chest. She admired the dead woman for a long moment before returning to reality with a shake of her head. “Leliana. Come.”

  Leliana slid to the side of the bed. She stared down at the corpse. A rush of pleasure soaked her legs, and she blushed. “How may I be of service?”

  The Princess put her hands on either side of Dalia’s hips. Another rush of blue magic spread across the corpse’s skin. It took Adelaide far more energy to use her spell on the corpse. Sweat beaded on her brow, and her mouth went dry. Despite that, she grinned. A glorious cock stood on end. It even leaked a few beads of precum. “Ride this.”

  Leliana paled. She nodded and awkwardly straddled the dead woman. Her hips hovered inches above the dick. “You truly wish for me to ride a corpse?”

  “Of course,” Adelaide said, her words breathy. “Do it for me. For my pleasure.”

  Ranma smacked Leliana’s ass hard enough to make it jiggle. “You heard her! Drop on that thing and take it all. Come on.”

  When Leliana hesitated a moment longer, Ranma lost her patience. She grabbed her fellow servant by the hips and slammed her down on the faux dick. Leliana’s eyes bulged. She cried out in a strange mix of shock, pain, and pleasure. Her whole body went limp as it tried to recover from the sudden impalement. Leliana’s mouth gaped. Tears rolled down her cheeks. It burned in a way she had never experienced. A way that made her want– no, need– more.

  Leliana’s hips rolled on their own. Her pussy swallowed that dick with blinding desire. Ranma laughed. “Shit, she’s into it!”

  Adelaide smiled. She cupped Leliana’s cheek. “Good girl… take it all.”

  While Leliana rode her dead friend, Adelaide grabbed the other corpse. Mary Ann was heavier than she expected, but not completely unwieldy. She shifted her over so that her cunt was pressed against Dalia’s face. Cum oozed out all over it. Adelaide manipulated the corpse so that Mary Ann’s face was up against Leliana’s.

  “Kiss her. I want to see you take pleasure in the deaths of those you loved.”

  Leliana moaned. She moved on pure instinct, driving her tongue into the slack mouth of her dead friend. It tasted of salty cum. Leliana was more than happy to lap up the Princess’s load.

  Ranma grew impatient. Not particularly shocking for the bull-headed woman. She pushed Leliana forward slightly so that she had better access to her pussy. It did not matter that there was already a dick in there. Ranma wanted more. She whined when she realized she had to go slow. Groaned at the hot, crushing tightness. Her tip pushed in at an agonizing pace. Leliana cried out. More tears rolled down her cheeks, and a small sob of pain and pleasure escaped her. She leaned into the kiss, as if to distract herself from the stretching.

  Adelaide jerked her dick to the scene. Some part of her felt disgusted by what she had done. What she was doing. That part was not nearly loud enough to stop her. She settled her head on Mary Ann’s shoulder so that she could get a close-up view. Her hands wrapped around, as if hugging both the corpse and Leliana. They settled on the servant’s hips. “Good girl. Look at you, taking it so well. So hungry for your friends’ cocks. It is adorable. Such a lovely little slut. Do you want dick that badly? Here. Let me help you. I want you to feel as good as possible before I kill you, too.”

  The Princess put all of her weight down on Leliana’s hips. Both Ranma and the impaled woman let out shocked cries of pleasure. Leliana’s pussy was forced to swallow twin meat. Forced to choke it down and stretch to near bursting. She sobbed and moaned and could hardly put together a coherent thought. Her hips rolled, trying desperately to accommodate the crushing pleasure. Ranma gritted her teeth. She thrust as hard as she could, but could hardly get anywhere from the friction. It burned in the best way. Velvety and tight. So hot it could burn.

  Adelaide closed her eyes. She focused on the sounds. The salty smell of cum. The wet plaps and trembling breath. Her dick got harder by the second. She lifted her hands from Leliana’s hips. Adelaide trailed her fingers up the soft flesh of her servant’s sides. Her wandering paused for only a moment to grope and squeeze Leliana’s tits. She rolled her thumbs over her nipples. They were hard. Leliana shivered. Her moan echoed in Mary Ann’s mouth. Adelaide could not help but moan with her.

  The Princess only opened her eyes when her fingers trailed all the way up to her servant’s neck. There it was. Small and fragile. To kill someone with a dick or a rope was so much easier than to take them out with one’s bare hands. A small shot of fear made Adelaide’s dick twitch. She hesitated for just a moment, wondering if she should really do what she was doing. The Princess had already killed two of her loyal followers…

  And it had been the best feeling in the entire world.

  Besides, they had begged for it. They were the ones who told her to do it. It would be cruel to deny them what they so clearly desired. Adelaide wrapped her fingers around Leliana’s throat. That earned her a sob of delight. Leliana pounded herself down on the two dicks faster. Anticipation seemed to turn her on all the more.

  Adelaide squeezed. She crushed Leliana’s windpipe under her fingers. It strained. A sickening crunch filled the air. There was no going back after that. Adelaide leaned into it. She squeezed all of the air out of Leliana’s throat. The servant gasped. Gagged. Choked. Her sobs had turned to frantic wheezing. Instinct took over, and she thrashed about. Not that it did much to save her. Leliana was a lost cause.

  Ranma thrust faster. Adelaide squeezed tighter. She watched the light leave Leliana’s eyes. It was slow. The redder her face got, the more wild her gaze. Red, then purple. Leliana’s eyes bulged. Spit frothed up and smeared down her neck. Ranma pumped faster. She growled, “I’m close!”

  Leliana gave one last desperate spasm. One last chance to fight for her life. It wasn’t enough. Her eyes rolled back, and her face turned blue. That last moment of fight made her pussy clench tight. Ranma howled with pleasure. She slammed as hard as she could into Leliana’s cunt, then dumped her frantic load. It squelched out around the two cocks. Ranma buried her face in Leliana’s hair and screamed out her pleasure.

  Adelaide was far quieter. She focused on the strange feeling of Leliana’s windpipe shifting around as she made several more gasps for breath. Then, the servant was still. Quiet. Dead.

  The Princess let Ranma bask in pleasure as she set Mary Ann to the side. “You are lucky I am kind enough to share.”

  “Mmmf…” Ranma moaned, “Thank you, my liege.”

  Adelaide carefully maneuvered Dalia out from under Ranma and Leliana. She settled her beside Mary Ann. Ranma whined when the Princess pulled Leliana free as well. Her whimper went ignored. Adelaide admired her line of corpses. It warmed her heart in a way she did not know how to describe. As if this were meant to be. Ranma leaned over her shoulder to look at the pile.

  “Shit,” The servant muttered. “That’s hot.”

  Adelaide pulled Ranma around, then pushed her down on top of the pile. “Only one more left. Are you sure you wish to be suffocated for me?”

  Ranma’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Yes! More than anything!”

  “Very well.”

  Adelaide pushed Ranma back against the corpses. She straddled the woman, pressing her cunt against her servant’s cock. Ranma’s eyes widened. “Are– are you really going to? Oh, thank you, my liege! It is an honor.”

  The Princess merely grunted as she guided herself down on Ranma’s dick. It was soft and warm. The girth of it filled her perfectly, so that no spot was left unstimulated. A moan slid free. Adelaide rocked her hips slowly up and down, using a leg to make sure Ranma could not frantically pound her like she had the servants. The Princess pleasured herself on it. She took all the time she wanted, just enjoying the feeling.

  Ranma whined and whimpered. She squirmed under her Princess, desperate for more. “Please! I– I need it. Just hurry up.”

  Adelaide clicked her tongue. She grabbed a pillow and shoved it over Ranma’s face. “I have had enough of you. To think that you believed you could talk to your Princess in such a manner. Let me show you what you deserve.”

  The dirty talk was titillating for both of them. Particularly Ranma, whose dick managed to somehow get harder as she felt the lack of oxygen taking hold. No matter how she tried to breathe, the air was smothered. Her legs kicked and squirmed. Ranma jerked. Her dick slammed deep into Adelaide’s pussy.

  Ranma’s death was slower than the others, which gave Adelaide plenty of time to admire her sexy body. Particularly, how it looked against that of the corpses. Piled together, the four of them were perfect. The best servants a queen could ask for. Cum oozed from their holes. Drooled onto the sheets. They were stuffed, just the way they deserved. Adelaide could feel the way they shifted when Ranma struggled.

  The more the servant thrashed, the deeper her dick went. Precum helped slicken her entrance. Adelaide rolled her hips over the meat. She pleasured herself on its girth and on the wretched, jerking motions Ranma made as she fought for her life. It was hot. Thick. Adelaide groaned. She watched those movements weaken. It only turned her on more.

  Ranma’s skin paled all over. Her gasps and wheezes were muffled by the pillow. Occasionally, when she managed enough breath for it, Ranma moaned. It was a losing battle. Whatever oxygen she managed through the fabric was soon exhausted. The tiny bursts she got from little wrinkles or enough struggling were not nearly enough to fuel her dying body. All the while, Adelaide crushed the air out of her when she slammed herself down.

  Pleasure built up with every thrust. Adelaide let go of Ranma’s hips so that the woman could do as she wished. All attempts to fight for freedom were forgotten. Instead, Ranma set to jackhammering into her lover. She grabbed Adelaide’s hips and slammed herself inside with animalistic abandon. Every last ounce of adrenaline-fueled panic pumped through Ranma’s veins. It did not matter that it killed her faster. It did not matter how her vision blurred and faded. All she wanted was to cum.

  Adelaide cried out with ecstasy. Ranma’s energy was overwhelming. She slammed her hips down and ground her pussy into the woman’s assault. “Yes! Fill me! Such a good girl. Fill me with your seed. Cum in me. I need it. Ranma!”

  Ranma’s vision faded. All but her hips went entirely limp. She made some wheezing gasp that could have been a moan were she any more alive. Her hands fell loose at Adelaide’s side. Ranma pushed her hips as deep as she could go. She held on for as long as she could before the flood crashed over her. Cum gushed into the Princess. It stuffed her. Filled her. The heat of it drove her wild. Ranma thrust once. Twice. Then fell entirely still. Ranma was dead.

  Adelaide came the moment Ranma’s heart stopped. Spunk splattered the dead servant’s face. It tangled in her hair and dashed across her lips. Adelaide rolled up and down the dick. Her pussy clamped around it, trembling from the pleasure. She squirted hard all over Ranma’s legs. It was the most intense, mind-crushing orgasm she had ever experienced. Her vision went white, and her eyes rolled back. Adelaide howled with pleasure. She dug her fingers into the corpse as if she would fly off at any moment. Her whole body shivered, then she collapsed forward.

  The princess lay upon her throne of corpses for some time. She basked in the feeling of cum bubbling from her cunt. Adelaide let her eyes flutter shut. “My dearest servants… How I love you.”

  The corpses felt cold under Adelaide. She nuzzled into them, taking comfort in their stillness. No part of her wanted to move. This was perfect. Perhaps she would keep them. It would be a shame to let such perfect corpses go to waste. Besides, the servants had given everything to her. The least she could do was appreciate their sacrifice.

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Reddit's Character Count is a pain. Here's a link to part 1.

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  “Well, I’m not wasting them!” Paige huffed. “You guys gonna join me on the bed again?”

  Laura was left speechless as Paige’s face was already beginning to flush. Jen shook her head. She snatched the bottles from her friend, although they were already empty. “I’ll throw these out. You go have your fun.”

  “Aww! Thanks! Love you, guys.” Paige flashed a peace sign and darted off to join the line.

  The tension between the two remaining girls was palpable. Laura started down at her martini. All she could manage was one tiny sip. It stung her tongue with its burning sweetness. Liquid courage was not enough. How she envied Paige. Her gaze darted back up to Jen, who watched their friend with a sigh.

  “That girl…” Jen clicked her tongue. “She’s gonna die from alcohol poisoning before the bed gets her.”

  “You bought her the drink.”

  Jen laughed and playfully flipped Laura off. “I can’t help it! She gave me the puppy dog eyes, and I couldn’t say no… Are you okay? You’ve hardly had any of your drink. We can swap if it’s not good.”

  Laura’s heart fluttered. She almost said yes immediately, then forced herself to shake her head no. It would have been like an indirect kiss. Something about that felt almost deceptive when she still was not able to confess her feelings. She felt like the world’s biggest coward. “That’s not it. But thanks. I’m just… Thinking I might call it, too. The chance of death is already twenty-five percent, and I’m not sure it’s worth it.”

  “Oh…” Jen faltered. She knocked back her drink, then plastered on a grin. Laura knew it was the smile Jen wore when she did not want anyone else to know she was disappointed. She barked a laugh. “You’ve got a point. You head home. It’ll be alright. I think I’m going to go for another round or two.”

  “You have fun.” The words ached on Laura’s tongue. She could not manage eye contact. “Then we can meet up at class tomorrow.”

  Jen hopped up. She ruffled Laura’s hair. “Yeah. Sure. Tomorrow. See ya!”

  The two hugged for one all-too-short second. Then Jen took off. Laura watched her go. The martini trembled in her hands. There went the most beautiful person in the world. The woman who had held Laura when she cried. Who took her in when her parents kicked her out. Their hours of watching movies, going to lunch, spending nights together… All of it was going to be snuffed out tonight. Laura was almost certain of that. Tears bubbled in her eyes. The martini did little to calm her. She choked on a sob as she whispered, “Why am I such a fucking coward?”

  Cheers from around the bed tore Laura from her thoughts. Underneath the din was the distinct gurgle of choking women. Several of them kicked and thrashed. Their bodies writhed as they desperately tried to save themselves. Pure animal instinct battled with sexual desire. Pleasure slicked between Laura’s thighs.

  Only two girls got up from the bed. It seemed the rest had died. They stumbled away, drenched in cum and leaning on each other. The rest did little more than twitch. It seemed the mounting death chances were taking their toll. Laura’s stomach twisted. Paige and Jen were giggling to each other as they crawled onto the bed next to each other, seemingly unaware of it sinking just a bit further into the ground. It was hard to tell if Laura was jealous or pissed at herself.

  The rest of the martini burned down Laura’s throat. It lit her belly full of fire. She shoved away from the table and stormed past the line. Her feet moved on their own. Laura was running out of time, and she refused to give up. Even as the men took their positions. Even as several women called out to her, accusing her of skipping ahead. Laura gritted her teeth as Jen’s legs hooked around her man’s hips. “No. Not yet.”

  There was a yelp of surprise from the men Laura shoved them out of her way. Jen blinked. Her legs dropped onto the corpses below. “Wha– Laura?! I thought you were going home?”

  “No. Not yet. Not until I do what I’ve been wanting to do for years.” Laura crawled onto the pile. She balanced on the shifting corpses before she managed to scramble on top of Jen. Her legs squeezed her best friend’s side. Laura braced her hands on either side of her head. She glanced back at the guy, who was going back to his position. “It’s fine if I help you fuck her, right? I don’t need to be fucked myself.”

  The guy shrugged. He shoved the first couple of inches into Jen’s sopping pussy. Her eyes bulged, and she had to hold on tight to Laura to keep herself composed. “What– What are you doing? What’s going–”

  “I love you. I’m in love with you. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life.”

  Jen choked up. Her hips instinctively thrust back into the man plowing her. She worked for words that would not come. All she could do was blink and stare. A shot of anxiety danced through Laura. She squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to continue.

  “When you tie your hair up, my heart jumps out of my throat. When you bring me coffee during late-night study sessions, I want to kiss you. You’re everything to me. My sun and moon. My stars.” Laura teared up. “I love you. More than anything in the entire world. And– And I know you might die here. But I couldn’t let you die without at least telling you.”

  Laura did not wait for a response. She could not wait. If she did, she would run. Laura dove in. She locked her lips with Jen. One hand scooped up under her head and pulled her closer. Tears streamed down her face. Laura pressed her tongue inside. It was sweet. Warm. No kiss had ever turned her on so much. Especially when, after a moment, Jen returned the favor.

  The two moaned into each other. Jen’s fingers roamed Laura’s body. They traced down her sides and hooked into her ass. All Laura could do was hold her close. Lovingly close. Tears streaked down her face. When they broke the kiss for air, Jen whispered, “I love you too. Always have. I just… didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

  “Same. Cleo and Paige have been pushing me to confess for months now. I’m glad I did.”

  The two glanced over at Paige, who was being pounded silly. She shot them a drunk thumbs up. They giggled. Then there was a moment of tension. A single moment where Laura hoped Jen would get off the bed. Neither of them moved. Her shoulders fell. It took a moment for her to muster her words.

  “You’re not getting up. Are you?”

  Jen shook her head. “This is it for me. I’ve made this bed, and I’m lying in it.” She laughed. Laura did not. Jen looked away. “Sorry.”

  “I’ll stay with you. If I can’t have you, then I’ll make sure the end is the best orgasm you’ve ever had.” She tugged Jen into another quick smooch. Then she turned back to the man, leaving her friend a speechless, moaning mess in her wake. “I’m gonna flip her. Keep fucking her good.”

  The man did not need to be told twice. He helped Laura flip Jen on top of herself. She gazed up into Jen’s eyes. They were as beautiful as the day they met. Warm with love and wide with shock. “What– What’re you doing?”

  “Making you cum.”

  Laura did not wait for a response. One hand tugged Jen in for a kiss by her hair. The other took to molesting her tits. Behind her, the man pressed his tip into Jen’s cunt. It slipped in with ease. She moaned into Laura’s mouth. It was a warm, intoxicating sound. Her eyes sparked with pleasure. Jen could do little more than kiss her back. Her arms trembled as she barely managed to hold herself up.

  Now that they were stuck in that kiss, Laura released her lover’s hair. She slipped her hand down until her fingers found purchase in Jen’s cunt. It was dripping with pleasure. Precum splashed against her nails. She trailed her fingertips over her clit. It was hard. Excited. Jen whimpered. She held onto Laura as if her life depended on it. Instinct forced her hips back and forth. One way, stuffing her deeper. The other, shooting sparks of pure euphoria through her brain.

  Jen’s first orgasm comes out of nowhere. Her eyes widened, and she screamed into the kiss. Laura tugged her in close. Each wave of pleasure caused her to twitch. To roll. Her hips thrust back and forth with animalistic desperation. Cum squirted out of her. It drenched the man. Much of it gushed all over Laura’s legs, which was certainly not something she complained about.

  Jen went limp on top of her lover. “That was amazing…” She managed in a whisper.

  “Who said we were done?”

  “Wh– More? But I don’t want to overwork you or overstep or–  Fuck! Laura!”

  Laura stuffed her fingers into Jen’s pussy when the man pulled out. She grinned a devilish little smile. “Whaaat?~ We have some time before the next round starts. Do you want me to stop?”

  “No… No, please. More.”

  Another orgasm came. And then a second. A third. They were rapid fire, leaving Jen trembling, waiting for the rest of the girls to cum before the round changed. More and more girls died. Their warm, writhing bodies squirmed against Laura. It was too much for her, too. Her own orgasms lined up with her lover’s. Every time she came, she screamed Jen’s name. Howled out her love and buried her fingers inside of her. When they were not dirty-talking each other, they were kissing. Kisses they had waited far too many years for. Kisses that swallowed them up in pleasure.

  Each climax brought the women closer to death. Ten percent more. Twenty percent. Thirty. Inching toward a euphoric end unlike any other. Jen’s collar gave a warning beep after each one. A sign that she could die at any time. It cautioned her to quit while she was ahead. Her response was to cum again.

  Laura was running on steam as the two clawed toward that fifth orgasm. Jen’s fingers dug into her chest. She buried her knee between her lover’s leg and was forced to rub into her dripping pussy by the animalistic slamming of her masculine partner. Laura had lost all words. Jen was hardly better. The two pressed into another short kiss. That final orgasm was cresting the horizon.

  Another kiss broke as the two sucked in ragged gasps of air. Laura clutched her lover’s face with both hands. They were trembling. Those sweet, loving eyes stared back into her own. The two could be lost in each other forever, were it not for Jen’s explosive orgasm. She cried out. A shaky, sobbing cry of pure euphoria. The man behind her came, too. Hard. He pumped load after load of thick semen. It squirted out from around his cock. Jen was already full to the point of bursting.

  Jen’s knee pressed into Laura’s pussy. It grinded against her clit. That, mixed with the drips of cum that slickened her folds, drove Laura over the edge. Her hips bucked. They rolled over her lover’s thighs. “Jen!”

  “Laura!”

  They held each other as tight as their failing bodies could manage. The edges of Laura’s vision grew dark from exhaustion. She kept holding. Lost. Lost in that wellspring of pleasure. Jen shook. The last shot of euphoria washed over her, then she swayed. Her man pulled out. A gush of cum came with him. It ran between the women’s legs. Jen’s legs gave out. She crumpled forward, eyes fluttering shut. Then she was still. Laura wrapped her arms and legs around her.

  “I love you…”

  That was it. Laura’s body could take no more. She shut her eyes and breathed in the scent of her lover’s sex. Her body tingled. Then she was out.

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  When Laura awoke, she was surrounded by warmth. A deep pressure wrapped her up. Held her close. She nuzzled into the body above her. When she tried to hug it, though, she found resistance. Laura’s eyes fluttered open. She squinted as she adjusted to the dim lighting. It was only as she saw the cauterized stump above her that Laura understood where she was.

  The pile had grown a little since Laura had passed out. The top layer was entirely filled in above her, and a couple of places opposite of her had fresh corpses. All around were corpses. Most were still warm. Their faces were locked in orgasmic bliss, assuming they had heads at all. A shot of horny excitement had Laura wet all over again. Their fat tits bounced with every shift of the pile. Someone must still be going above them. Going hard, at that. She could feel Jen’s chest rolling against hers.

 Laura glanced to her left and found herself staring at Jen’s head. It was unblinking. Pale. Her tongue was lolled out, and her eyes were glassy. Laura giggled. She scooped up that head. It was a bit awkward. Her body was trapped. A heat rose in her belly at the feeling of her dead lover rubbing against her.

  Kissing a dead woman’s lips was odd. It tasted just slightly of blood, but still remarkably like Jen. Laura nipped her lips. She drove her tongue inside with enough energy to make up what Jen no longer could. Slobber passed between them. Laura could not help but moan into those soft lips. Her body was electric with desire. She only broke free when the weight pressing down on her chest made it difficult to breathe. Jen’s lipstick was sweet on her tongue.

  “Looks like you had a good time…” Laura moaned. She tugged Jen in for another, much shorter, kiss. “Proud of you for that. Thank you for making tonight amazing.”

  Turning right revealed none other than Paige. It was a jump scare. Those glassy eyes drilled straight into Laura’s. Her face had turned a deep shade of purplish blue, and drool foamed on her lips. She was pinned in a jerking-off pose. Laura giggled.

  “Thank you, too.” Laura nestled Jen’s head close, then pulled Paige in for a smooch. This one was sharper. It was full of passion. Not to mention that it was sloppier. She traced her fingers over Paige’s collar. The flesh of her throat bulged around it. It was still warm as the day she lived. Laura whimpered as she pulled away. “Even if you were kind of a shit head.”

  Laura giggled at herself. She felt both silly and entirely too turned on to stay still. One more kiss to both dead women was all she could manage before she started trying to drag herself free from the pile. Something that was made more difficult with the weight of all the corpses above and with how horny she was getting every time she moved. Laura squeaked when she heard a noise above. It was muffled, but she could just make out some words. “Last couple of rounds for the bed tonight! Then we’re closing up!”

  “H-Hey! Hold on!” Laura called from under the bodies.

  A hand grabbed her twitching leg. She heard a deep, masculine voice drop down to her level. “Shit. Didn’t see you there. Must’ve thought you were dead.” He paused for a moment. Then his fingers ran up Laura’s thighs. “You want me to fuck you? Or should we put another girl on top of you and keep goin’?”

  Laura had to pause and consider his words. She glanced between the corpses of her friends. It took a second to choke out the words, “I’d love for you to uhm… Fuck me down here.”

  “Fine by me.”

  Two fingers probed into Laura’s pussy. She flinched, then melted into the pleasure. It was like being under the world’s sexiest weighted blanket. Her legs instinctively spread when the man pulled his fingers free. “Shit, girl. You’re wet as hell. Let me know if you need me to slow down. Alright?”

  Laura moaned an “Alright,” before rolling her hips into a better position.

  The man slipped his cock inside without hesitation. Laura’s eyes bulged. It slipped in so easily. So deep. She tingled all over, still blissful from her earlier orgasms. Her hips instinctively twitched toward him. It was all so sensitive. So warm. Little sparks of electric pleasure danced between her legs and in her belly. It was as though the man were deeper than any cock belonged. Laura leaned into her friends’ corpses, holding them close as she was pounded.

  Every thrust sent vibrations through the pile. Tits underneath her or on either side shifted and rolled. Limp heads were jerked about. Laura’s entire world was those corpses. She was nothing more than a body in bliss with all of the others that surrounded her. Laura moaned. It was lost in the corpses and the sounds of wet slapping.

  Coming to the party had been the best decision of Laura’s life, even if it had meant Jen was lost in the process. She argued to herself that Jen would have died one way or another. At least this way, she got to enjoy her dead friend. The collective heat of the corpses radiated to the center. It filled her with a pleasant warmth. Laura was in heaven. Pure joy flooded her chest.

  The layer above Jen’s corpse was reaching their tipping point. Several girls cried out as they came. One directly opposite Laura thrashed hard. She gurgled as her eyes rolled back. Her whole body thrashed. It rocked the pile, pressing the corpse underneath Laura into her. She could feel that the corpse’s nipples were still rock hard. A second later, the dying woman’s head fell into the center. It landed beside Laura. Her eyes were still rolled back. The smell of burnt flesh brought Laura ever closer to her next orgasm. An orgasm with a much higher chance of death.

  Then another girl came. A third followed after. Those two managed to live, though their climax rocked Laura and all of the bodies around. It was the fourth and fifth who were not so lucky. Their screams turned to whimpers, which melted into choking. One clawed at her collar. Her head lolled back and forth with every wave of orgasm. The other accepted her fate as much as she could. Her hands instinctively came up, as if they could stop the inevitable choking. What a foolish instinct. Then her gurgling moans lost all air. The two squirmed as they died. Their thrashing bodies bumped into each other and back against the men who fucked them. It was their deaths that drove Laura over the edge.

  When Laura felt her climax come, she was almost certain it would be the end. She held her friends as tight as her shaking arms could manage. Her vision went white. Her mind was wiped of all thought. Laura screamed. Whether it was Jen’s name or some sound which could hardly be called words was unclear. Not when the warm, twitching corpses buried every part of her being. Every modicum of sound. She squeezed her eyes shut. It felt for all the world as if she had ascended. As if this was what awaited her on the other side. Pure pleasure.

  Then Laura’s eyes fluttered open, and she realized she was still there. Still awake. Her heart roared in her chest. Her legs were little better than Jello. Laura sucked in a trembling breath. Bliss radiated through her body. Cum trickled down her thighs and onto the corpses below. “Fuck…” She whispered. “That was amazing.”

  Laura let herself soak in the pleasure until she heard the shuffling sound of feet. The next round would be starting soon. She squirmed out from under Jen. It helped that the man who had so perfectly fucked her was more than happy to help free her too. He offered her an arm to lean on. She was thankful for it. Laura was certain she might fall over at any second. A fresh well of cum burbled down her leg. She glanced back at the corpse pile.

  There were Jen and Paige at the top, not yet covered by the next round of girls. Laura’s gaze softened. Both women were locked in that state of pure bliss. She burned those looks into their memory. Someone had to stick around long enough to remember them. Her heart skipped a beat as she blew one last kiss to Jen’s corpse.

  The man patted Laura’s back. She knew she needed to get a move on, so she thanked him and slipped out of the circle. Other women were already piling in behind her. Laura stumbled toward the door. She could hardly keep the look of her dead friends out of her head. They may have been gone, but Laura was hardly able to regret it. There was a sense of relief. Not just sexual, either. She had finally been able to confess her love. It was a weight off her shoulders. The whole event would be a story to tell when she got old. A chance to brag about the best night of her life. 

Reddit's character limit is a pain. Here is a link to part two.

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 There was only one fraternity at Point University. This was no real surprise. Few colleges had enough men to invest in more than one. That meant a chance to get laid by a man was a rare treat. Especially because Alpha Tau Delta was only going to throw one party that year. One huge bash to raise as much money as they could. They advertised it as a snuff party unlike any other, with a chance to be fucked by the choicest men of their ranks. Of course, Laura’s group of friends was more than a little interested.

  “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Laura clung to Jen, holding her hand with the grip of a wrestler. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  It was Paige who butt in before Jen could offer kind words. Her plump, red lips were cracked in a devious little grin. “When’s the next time you’ll get to take real dick? Besides! You don’t have to wear one of the collars.”

  “But then I won’t be able to join you guys for some of the snuffing!” Laura whined.

  That earned a giggle from the rest of the friend group. They paused outside the Alpha Tau Delta fraternity building. It looked so fancy from the outside. Pearly white pillars were marked with lusty signs to signal the party’s location. Not that anyone needed them to find it. The reek of sex and blood mixed with the roar of music permeated down the street. It had all four girls more than a little excited.

  Cleo squeezed Laura’s shoulder. “Live a little. If you die, at least you went out fun.”

  Bolstered by her friend’s encouragement, Laura managed a little nod. She led the group inside. They were stopped right at the door by a large, muscular man. His bulge strained his pants. Laura could not help but glue her chocolate eyes on the sizable beast. It was good he seemed used to this reaction, because he cleared his throat. “Hello, ladies. Please. Choose a collar.”

  There were two piles of collars. They were simple things. One was a black strip of fabric barely thicker than a ribbon. The other was similar, but in a delicate pink color. Signs sat next to waivers describing that anyone could back out at any time. Each waiver made it clear the frat was not responsible for any accidents. The signs labeled the black collar as used for decapitation. The pink was for asphyxiation. They were set to have a five percent chance to activate if the person wearing them orgasmed. Both were good options, leaving Laura more than a little stumped on which to pick. She was lucky she had friends to help her choose.

  “They start at a ten percent chance of death on orgasm,” The man hummed. His voice was dark, but honey-sweet. It made Laura’s heart skip a beat. “It stays that way unless you go to the bed.”
 
  “The bed?” Paige piped.

  The man nodded. He gestured into the room. “You’ll know it when it happens. Trust. When you’re on the bed, it goes up fifteen percent for each nut. So yeah. If you manage to live that long? You could get to a hundred. Try to be careful.”

  Cleo chose her collar as the man spoke. Her hands landed on none other than one of the decapitation collars. She insisted the color of the collar suited her better. Not that she was wrong. Her pale skin was a lovely contrast. Her silvery eyes much the same. The collar seemed so small on Cleo. Maybe that was because of her plump chest and rosy cheeks. Maybe because it was just a tiny bit of fabric when she already wore so little. Just a mini skirt, black lace panties, and a red tank top that barely kept in her bountiful boobs.

  Jen chose decapitation too. The skinny redhead was never one for pain. She always talked about how she wanted her death to be quick, though her emerald eyes would sparkle with excitement at the thought. It was one of the few things that excited her, given how badly her grades were going. Her copper curls were tied out of her face. They were a brilliant blaze of fire behind the black rim of that collar.

  Then there was Paige. She was a bookish type, but that usually left people surprised when they found out she loved to party. Paige wanted the pink collar. The color played a part, as it matched her pink top and the pink ribbon she had laced through booty shorts that barely managed to fit her plump rump. The more important part was the call of asphyxiation. The knowledge that it would be long. Agonizing. That she might even get in multiple orgasms before her body ran out of oxygen.

  Laura choice asphixiation, if only to even it out. She was not color coordinated. The bright pink was a weird look compared to her brown hair. It rested comfortably around her thin neck. Just a little loose. It was nice, though more than a little nerve-wracking to know she could die at any moment. Her pussy winked at the thought. She chewed her lip. Sensing her nerves, Jen took her hand and whispered, “Relax. You haven’t done anything wrong. I promise.”

  The group slipped deeper inside. They were stunned to silence at the revelry they found. Music was graced with the sounds of lust. In one corner was a bar being served by a man with little more than an apron. It was littered with women who made out over their drinks. On the couches and floor seemed to be an everlasting, ever-writhing orgy. Groups of women clustered around one or two men. Their hips rolled. Their bodies gyrated as they took tongue, dick, and finger alike. Some chose more vanilla fucking. Others had handcuffs or the occasional flogger. At the back of the room was a staircase with a barely dressed woman at its base. She was advertising that the frat had ordered in several salacious women for one-on-one play sessions of various kink levels. Then there was the attraction at the center of the room.

  It was a circular bed that filled up a good amount of the floor space all on its own. The blankets were a pale pink, and several men were littered around it. Not one wore a dash of clothes. They were whispering to each other. Each was more excited than the last. Then a voice cut into the music on some unseen microphone. “Alright, ladies! It’s time to fill that bed!”

  Laura had seen it in the advertisement. A promise of slutty fun at the risk of, rather literally, losing one’s head. As the first round of women beat all others to the punch, including their group, Laura could not help but watch. It was a mythical sight. All those women in a perfect circle. Their legs hanging just off the bed until they had a man to hook around. They howled out their pleasure with the kind of cadence reserved for an opera singer, or perhaps a dog in heat. Some rolled to kiss their neighbors. Others reached around to grope someone’s tits or hooked into another girl’s clit. Laura was paralyzed by the cacophony. Her pleasure dripped from her panties and down her legs.

  When the first girl came, she screamed that it was coming. That she might die. She clung to her lover with animal desperation. It depended on who one asked to determine if she was lucky or unlucky. Her orgasm sparked her black collar to life. Howls of pleasure melted into gurgles. Spit oozed on her lips. A flash of light indicated the hum of a laser as it carved through her neck. It was effortless. Quick. Her head rolled free and tumbled across the bed for another girl to grab and kiss. The stump underneath was cauterized smooth.

  Only one other girl died when she came. Some stayed on the bed, begging for more. A couple of them wandered back into the party. Other women had formed a line in the time Laura had fallen still. Those at the front filled in the circle. Those dead bodies were not moved. In fact, the women who replaced them merely lay on top. Once they filled in the circle, the whole act started again.

  “Holy shit,” Laura whispered.

  Jen squeezed her hand. “Yeah. I’ve been waiting all year for this.”

  Cleo grabbed their arms and tugged them deeper into the room. “Don’t just stand there, you dense sluts! Let’s go have some fun! It’ll be even better later. No use waiting in line.”

~~

  The four women lay in a sweaty pile on a bed in one of the upstairs rooms. Each had more than a couple of orgasms under their belt. None had died yet. At least none from their group. On the far side of the room, one of the sacrificial sex workers hung from a noose. Her body, naked and bare, was wet with sweat. Girl cum drooled down her legs. She gave the occasional twitch. Spit flecked her lips. The whore was undoubtedly dead.

  Laura sat up. Her fingers drummed over her cum-soaked thighs. “That was amazing…” she whispered. “I think I get it now.”

  Jen giggled. She draped her arm over her face. It was crimson with blush. “We were at it for a while. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard. We’ll have to do this again.”

  “If we’re alive for it.” Cleo snorted. She was the most exhausted of the group. Her clothes had been discarded, and her hips still trembled, cunt desperate to be filled. Cleo stumbled to her feet. “I don’t know how much I have left in me.”

  Paige hopped up. “Well then we better get to the best part!”

  Laura stiffened. Excitement caught her breath in her chest. She had heard so much about snuffing and the excitement of death, but had never really understood it. Not until she felt the thrill of its threat. She tugged Jen to her feet. “Come on! I don’t want to get too far behind in line!”

  “You’re awfully excited,” Jen teased.

  Laura’s blush deepened, but she made no effort to hide it. There was something about the way Jen spoke. It sent butterflies tumbling in her stomach. She squeezed Jen’s hand. A subtle sign of affection. “Shut up. You dick.”

  The girls giggled. Paige darted off ahead, saying she would reserve a spot in line for the group while they readied themselves. Jen glanced between Laura and the friend retreating down the hall. “I better make sure she stays focused. We all know how she gets when she’s left alone near a bar.”

  Laura nodded, but had to admit she was sad to see Jen run off. She was about to take off after her friends when Cleo cleared her throat. “Hey. Laura? Can I ask you something?”

  That put pause in Laura’s step. She turned and tilted her head. Cleo’s shoulders were low. Concern was etched in the stony look on her face. Laura’s gaze softened. She nodded, then plopped back down on the bed.

  Cleo sat down beside her. Her tone was serious. It was almost stern. “This could be the end for any number of us. Especially Jen. You saw her earlier. Playing fast and loose with her orgasms. That– That’s part of the fun. Don’t get me wrong. That’s why we’re here. But I’m concerned that you’re not thinking ahead to what this could mean.”

  Laura paled. She gaped like a fish, unable to find any words, save for one. “What?”

  “You haven’t confessed to Jen. Right?” Cleo only continued when Laura gave a shy nod. “You might not have much time left. Especially if she gets herself killed here. I know I’m reaching my limit soon, but… I have something to live for. Laura doesn’t. Not really. She vented to me the other night. Told me that she’d be stuck. Doomed to jump from minimum wage job to minimum wage job.”

  “She told me that she was going to pass her classes…”

  Cleo’s shoulders fell. She rubbed her face. “Jen doesn’t want you to worry about her. She cares for you just as much as you care for her. So she didn’t want to confess that she failed her midterms. Bad. Really, I think she was embarrassed about it. I’m not trying to shame her. But I am warning you, Laura. You’re running out of time.”

  Laura swallowed hard. She did not want to believe Cleo. Jen had never lied to her before. But it was clear to everyone involved that Jen was going hard. There was no intention to stop her. If a woman wanted to go out in such a sexy way, then so be it. “I’ll… tell her. I’ll tell her before it’s too late. It’ll be fine.”

  If Cleo believed her, she made no show of it. She simply stood and ruffled Laura’s hair. “Come on. I don’t think those two are patient enough to wait for us.”

~~

  Once again, Laura was frozen by the sight of the bed at the center of the room. Her feet were glued to the stairs. It seemed they had switched the men out for similarly sexy studs. For the best. Most people could not handle that amount of continuous fucking with that many women. What was more eye-catching was the bed’s contents.

  There was a tower of bodies all laid out in the circle. They were piled together in one cum soaked mass. Some still twitched. Others were entirely still. The whole thing was shifted as the women above rolled and gyrated, desperate for more. At the center was a pile of heads from all of those who had been decapitated. Some of the women buried their faces in the pile. They played with the corpses even as their cunts were being stuffed. Pale, lifeless faces were locked in the last moments of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Their eyes were rolled back. Cum dripped down the pile. Laura had arrived just in time to see the previous round finish. One of the girls screamed, until it was cut off with a gurgle. Another corpse added to the mass. Another body to be laid upon like she was the bed.

  There must have been some contraption buried under the bed. As the previous round finished, the whole thing sank. Gears were grinding, though it was barely audible through all of the bodies and the roar of music. It only lowered enough to make it easy for the girls to climb on top of the corpses and continue to get fucked. That meant there was a whole sea of corpses underneath that Laura could not see. It made her heart skip a beat. She bit her lip.

  Jen waved. The movement snapped Laura out of her reverie. She rushed over with Cleo in tow. Just in time, too. There was just enough space for the four of them to climb onto the pile.

  Perhaps it had been foolish to describe it as easy to climb onto the corpse tower. It shifted under Laura’s weight. Another benefit of the sinking mechanism meant that the pile did not collapse. That did not make it feel any less fragile. It shifted under Laura’s weight. Each body was surprisingly soft. Most were still a little warm. At the center was a pile of heads sunk deeper inside. Their hollow gazes were locked in permanent bliss. Then there were those who had suffocated. Their lips were blue. They had glassy eyes. It was easy to see that their throats were bulging around the collars. As Laura climbed on, she found herself on top of the warmest, freshest corpse. The girl was still twitching, though only a little. Laura could not help but moan. Her fingers danced over the dying woman’s chest before squeezing one of those fat tits.

  The man at Laura’s feet was tall. He had impressively packed muscles and a sizable cock already dripping with pleasure. She rolled over to stare at him, her mouth agape. Her pussy twitched. Jen’s fingers laced between her own, tearing her attention away. Laura choked up. “Are— are you ready?”

  Jen nodded. She grinned. Laura thought back to that warning. How close Jen was to death. She was about to say something, but her words caught in her throat when she felt the man’s tip press into her folds. Laura gasped. Her grip on Jen’s hand tightened. A small string of pleasurable expletives slipped free as she squirmed against that hot rod.

  The man was slow. His initial strokes were gentle. Laura was drenched with her own pleasure and some lube from her time upstairs, which made the entry all the better. Her hips twitched and rolled against the intrusion. She moaned. “Fuck… it’s so big… So fucking hot…”

  It was not just taking her first real dick that had Laura going. She could hear her friends all around her. Moaning. Whimpering. Their pleasure was her pleasure. Laura held onto Jen’s hand for dear life. Tears bubbled at the corner of her vision as that delicious cock pressed in deeper. Harder. Jen giggled between her own moans. “You’re adorable when you’re squirming.”

  “Sh-Shush, you!” Laura squeaked out. She was cut off as her man drove himself in with one powerful thrust. Her head rolled back. It pressed against the slowly cooling lips of the corpse beneath her. “Fuck… J-Jen… It’s so much more intense than silicone.”

  Jen pecked a kiss on Laura’s cheek. “There you go. Take it like a… fffuck…” She had to stop for a moment to wrap her legs around the man who stuffed her. “Take it like a good girl.”

  Laura could not help but blush. Her heart fluttered. Perhaps it was better to say that it roared in her ears. She turned her head to stare into Jen’s face. Then further past, where Paige and Cleo were being pounded. It seemed they were enjoying their time, given how intensely they were crowing with pleasure. Cleo clung tightly to her man. Paige was more laid back. She always enjoyed being a bit of a pillow princess.

  There was something about seeing such bliss on her friends' faces that drove Laura mad. These were all women she had known and loved for years. To see them turned into little more than horny puddles on a pile of corpses was invigorating. She already felt close to climax. Yet, she resisted. She wanted to cum with them.

  The sound of a desperate scream of euphoria came from behind Laura. She jerked her head back. Another woman was cumming. Hard. Her whole body rolled as it desperately tried to take more of that plump cock. Her tits bounced, and her fingers dug into the man. Then there was a soft buzz. The woman’s screams turned to thick, bloody gurgles. Red light glowed from within her collar. Her flesh was fragrant as her neck was cleaved and cauterized. It was warm. A smell that made Laura’s mouth water. The whole process was fast, but it felt as though the entire world slowed to watch.

  There was a slight slurping noise as the woman’s head rolled free. Her eyes were rolled back with pleasure, and her lips were still parted from her scream. The head tumbled into the center, landing at the top of the skull pile. One more in a sea of corpses. Her body still twitched. Pure animal instinct had taken it over. Especially since it seemed her man had yet to cum. He kept pounding her corpse. Inch after inch tore into that sexy corpse. The man played with her tits. He used them as leverage as he thrust into her as hard as he could.

  “H-Holy fuck…” Laura whispered. “That– That’s hot!”

  Laura was not the only one turned on by the woman’s death. All three of her friends kicked up their fucking a notch. They clung to their men and to each other as their pleasure was brought to new heights. Especially when another girl started choking.

  The brunette’s choking was light at first. It had started with an orgasm caused by the death of the other woman. One explosive enough to rock her whole body. Her man kept pounding her even as her collar tightened. Even as her fingers came up and clawed at the tightening mechanism. Tears pricked her eyes. Despite her panic and instinctual fight for survival, she was grinning. What few sounds she could get out that were not choking were moans. Her legs tightened around the man as bubbles of spit boiled on her lips.

  Laura was mesmerized. Her eyes were glued to the dying woman’s face as it slowly turned shades of purple. It was stunning. A sort of beauty that Laura had no words for. She reached out. Her fingers landed gently on the woman’s chest. It was naked. Plump tits rolled with every thrust. Laura rolled her fingers over the woman’s sensitive nipples. They were hard to the touch. She groped them. Squeezed them. Gently pulled and rolled them. The woman twitched with every little brush. Her eyes rolled back.

  It was difficult for Laura to release Jen, but more difficult to resist the urge to make the dying woman feel good. She cupped her face and pulled her into a deep kiss. It was the passionate, sloppy sort of kiss. Her tongue burrowed into her mouth. The woman kissed back, though it was rather weak. She squeezed her eyes shut and did her best to lean into Laura. They moaned into each other. Their swapped spit enhanced each other’s pleasure.  Then, quite suddenly, Laura’s man came.

  Laura clutched the dying woman’s face desperately as her orgasm crashed into her. She was stuffed with red hot ropes of cum. Her moans echoed in the dying woman’s throat as her hips gyrated. Laura milked every drop of spunk from her man. He twitched inside of her. Every time she clamped down on his cock, she earned another sticky rope. All the while, her tongue danced with the dying woman’s.

  A cacophony of cries and moans signaled that the rest of the pile had followed Laura’s orgasmic example. The whole pile gyrated. It squirmed with every following orgasm. Men and women were turned into moaning messes as rope after rope of semen was stuffed into hot, wet cunts. By the end of their round, only two women had died.

  The group only had a couple of moments to recover from their orgasms before they were asked if they wanted to stay. Cloe wiped sweat from her brow. She stumbled to her feet on shaky legs. “I uh… I’d like a second to breathe. Thank you. That was amazing.”

  All four of the girls got up together. They were all shaky, which earned some teasing giggles. Thick wads of cum oozed down their legs. Each one of them had been stuffed to the brim. It left them walking funny. Semen oozed from the corpses’ cunts as well. A testament to their life-ending pleasure.

  Cleo led the other three off to the side. They settled around a table only a few feet from a writhing orgy. Laura had to step over a head to avoid slipping. The four of them took a moment to relax and breathe. It was Paige who spoke first. “That was amazing… Thank you guys so, so much for inviting me. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life!”

  Laura giggled. She was still flushed. A bubble of spunk dripped from her pussy and made her shudder with pleasure. “Same. It’s better than I could have imagined.”

  “I’m absolutely going back in a bit. You guys can join me if you want, of course.” Jen’s wink was directed at Laura, even if her words were for all of her friends. She leaned on her palm. “This is a dream come true for me. The thrill. The fear. Taking big, fat cocks until I can’t walk…” Jen let out a dreamy sigh. “If I don’t die tonight, then they better throw this party next year.”

  Paige hummed her agreement. Her gaze traced over the gyrating forms of the various partygoers. It seemed like it was going to go on for a while yet. “I didn’t think, when I came to college, that I’d be doing anything like this. You guys have made it an unforgettable experience.”

  “Don’t sound so forlorn,” Jen teased. She playfully elbowed her friend. “We can keep going. There’s plenty of time. Hell– Who wants a drink? On me.”

  That made all but Cleo perk up. Jen gathered their drink orders, though Cleo denied the offer. Paige followed the leader off to get drinks. Someone had to help her carry all the glasses.

  Cleo watched the two go. She chewed her thumbnail. “Do you think I’d be a party pooper if I headed out?”

  Laura blinked. She took Cleo’s hand in her own and scanned over her friend. There was some anxiety in her, but it also seemed as though she was tired. Laura squeezed her hand gently. “Go. I mean– wait to say goodbye, of course, but you can head out. You came really hard several times.”

  That earned a small chuckle. “You have no idea. I’m pretty satisfied. There’s a big test tomorrow too, and I should be rested for that…” Cleo’s words ended with a strong, silent ‘but’. Laura tilted her head. It took some grappling before Cleo could wrangle in her voice. “I’m worried about you and Jen. I already warned you before.”

  Laura sputtered. She waved a dismissive hand. “We have time. There’s not… that high of a chance to die.”

  “She’s going hard. You should have seen her face when she came. This chaotic, desperate, manic euphoria as she begged for more. You heard her. ‘If I don’t die’. Sure sounds like she’s planning on it to me. It’s fine if this is how she wants to go out… I just… I don’t want you to lose out and regret it for the rest of your life.”

  “Thank you for your concern…” Laura muttered. She gazed down at the table. “I’ll try.”

  The sound of approaching footsteps made both women perk up. Jen set a blue and green martini in front of Laura, and held a Bloody Mary of her own. Paige carried two Bud Lights, which had earned her considerable teasing as the two approached. Laura cradled her drink. It was sweet. Sweet enough to cover the bitter taste of alcohol as it dried her throat.

  “Hey guys,” Cleo hummed. “Thank you again for the opportunity, but I think the risk is getting a bit too high for me. I’m not planning on dying tonight! I’m gonna head home.”

  Jen clasped Cleo’s shoulder. “You sure? We’re not scaring you off, are we?”

  “Oh hush. Just because you become rowdy dumbasses when you’re drunk doesn’t mean I’m scared of you. I made amazing memories tonight. Ones I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life. Just… Let me say goodbye before I go. No idea if any of you guys will be in class tomorrow, after all.”

  Jen’s gaze softened. She tugged Cleo into a bear hug. Laura and Paige joined. They were equally determined to squish their friend with love. The four of them giggled. Together, they bathed in the warmth of their friendship. Cleo stepped back when they freed her from their vice.

  “I love you guys. I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe.”

  Then Cleo was gone, disappearing into the crowd and out the front door. Her words echoed in Laura’s mind. She turned. Courage bubbled in her. Laura was just about to say it. To admit her feelings. Then she was struck silent as she watched Paige chug both of her Bud Lights at once. Laura’s mouth fell open. “Wh– Girl, what are you doing!?”

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A pleasure to meet you. I have written over 650,000 words in commissions over the past four years. This is not including my work as a ghost writer, which includes short stories and novels. Not all of my work is on this page, but I encourage readers to peruse my page. I'm known for my weird, specific, and nasty works, but I have also written many not-so-spicy pieces. I am a trans-masc man who has a lot of experience writing both queer and straight characters. I write full time as a job, as well as work as my family's house husband. If you're interested in a commission, please shoot me a message!

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Pricing:

New Customer:$0.055 per word. ($5.50 per 100 words) Regular Customer:$0.05 per word. ($5.00 per 100 words)

Minimum Word Count: 1,000

Maximum Word Count: None at this time. However, I work in 5k chunks and will rotate through my commissions in these 5k chunks. That means you pay for 5k at a time and I send you 5k at a time.

Rush orders: I accept rush orders! If you need a piece done within 2 days, there is a $10 up charge per every 1000 words. This will bump your order to the top of my list.

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Specific/Odd/Disgusting Fetishes

BDSM

Dub/Non-Con

LGBT+ Characters (Particularly Transgender Characters)

Fandom Work (Particularly characters from Anime and Videogames)

Fantasy Work (Particularly Dungeons and Dragons themed)

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Soft Limits: (Works including these require a $15 extra charge per 5k words, minimum $15.)

Scat

Pieces Requiring Extensive Research (i.e. Very specific characters from niche shows/Movies/games, OCs with thousands of words of backstory/Lore)

Aged Up Characters (With limits. This would be discussed while we work out the piece. Characters who are explicitly children and that is a big part of their characters are a no go. Pieces where aging them up is a way to get around the 18+ rule are a no go. This is up to my discretion.)

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Hard Limits: (Will not write works including these elements)

Real, Nonconsenting People (Pictures can be used as reference, but I will not write about specific IRL people)

Characters Below the Age of 18

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How it works:

You send me a message with the idea you have for a piece. This could be anything from a paragraph with your preferred fetishes to a full outline. Then you give me your budget, tell me how many words you would like it to be, or request an estimate based on the idea. A sex scene needs a minimum of 500 words per character in the scene, though I typically recommend at least 1,000 to ensure a fully detailed scene. More specific fetishes or ideas will require more words. After that, I ask for half of the payment up front (through Paypal) to ensure that neither of us will get scammed. It typically takes me up to a week to finish a 5k piece, though there is a good chance I will have it done within three days. Once the piece is finished, you may request a sample. Once I receive the other half of the payment, I send the piece to you as a PDF through Gmail (unless otherwise requested).

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For every 1,000 words, I will do 100 words of editing for free. After that, edits are $0.03 per word. Changing names/titles of things are completely free. I wish I could do more editing than this, but I have had people try to scam me through asking for excessive edits.

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  Jacob pounded into the Black Widow clone’s dripping, oozing pussy with a wet squelch. He had found her among a pile of dead or dying clones outside of a rather active frat house. It was the perfect place to look during the Halloween season. Her hair was sticky with cum and gore. Her body shifted and rolled in ways it was never designed to. Her tight, black suit was the only thing that kept her from falling apart at the seams. She had a nice rack. Her tits rolled like her belly and abs. They shifted against her suit as if they were individual parts. It shocked Jacob that her pussy was still as tight as it was. The fabric of the suit had been torn so that the dripping hole was revealed. It was hot. Practically boiling. Temptation straight from the pits of hell.

  Women were never really Jacob's taste. He preferred to plow slutty, male superhero clones until their bodies turned to mush. Regardless, a good, melting hole was a good, melting hole. He couldn’t resist relishing in a sloppy hole. Black Widow moaned with each thrust. Her jiggling hips slammed into his. She might have been dying, but the woman was horny. Her legs shook with the effort. She babbled incoherently as she was filled.

  Despite her tight, slobbering hole, Jacob‘s focus was not on the woman. He was much more interested in the activities across the lawn. A crowd of frat boys had formed around a tree, with many of them lining up to join in on the fun. Hanging from the tree was too sexy, twinky, Spider-Men. One was taller than the other, with dark skin, barely visible through the holes in his spider suit. Jacob recognized him as Miles Morales. The rope around his neck cut into the fabric. The shape of his body was hard to make out through the sea of men, but it was clear he had a little muscle on him. The other Spider-Twink could not say as much. He was white, with brown hair that was a complete mess. It was none other than Peter Parker. His body was thin and covered in bruises. The jocks had been particularly rough with him. His spider mask had been tossed to the ground, which showed off his cum-stained face.

 Both of the spider clones were hung by their neck. It was impressive that nothing had snapped yet. Even more so that neither had completely suffocated. The rare times they were able to breathe were when the taller jocks lifted them up to fuck them. Getting their hole blasted meant it was a struggle to maintain any breath. Otherwise, they were a suffocating mess. Every delicious wheeze and wine turned Jacob on. It was sort of funny to watch. To see their hanging bodies thrash about uselessly until they were filled. For faces of heroism and honor, they looked for all the world like nothing more than pathetic whores. Given the bulges that Jacob got the occasional flash of, it seemed they even liked the treatment. The expressions on their faces could only be described as cute.

  Jacob had been watching the scene for quite a while. Enough so that the frat boys were finishing up their fun. They stumbled toward the frat house in a noisy line. Some lost to their drunken stupor and crumbled to the ground. They started snoring while others managed to crawl their asses back inside. Barely. Jacob watched, at least partially. Most of his attention was focused on the hanging, kicking Spider-Men. With no more sex acts to save them, the two were doomed to choke.

  Black Widow whined when Jacob pulled himself free from her dripping snatch. She grabbed his shoulder and desperately tried to draw him back. “Please! Please, I need your cum. Just help me feel good before I die. I’m begging you! I’ll do anything.“

  Jacob paid little mind to the clone’s pleas. He strode toward the hanging men, dick getting harder with every step. Little flecks of precum splattered on the ground. “Hey there, pretty boys.“ Jacob spoke in a sultry tone, “How’s it hanging?“

  Miles shot Jacob a displeased look before he clawed at the rope around his neck. Peter laughed a little, but it was faint. Hardly audible around his choking. Jacob took a good look at his soon-to-be prey and grinned. He could tell their dicks were big from afar, but up close, the men could only be described as hung. Certainly bigger than average. Jacob licked his lips. He had to work quickly to ensure they did not die, but he enjoyed the view while it lasted.

  Once free from their bindings, the Spider-Men collapsed to the ground. They sucked in desperate breaths. Their bodies shook all over. Like the Black Widow, they have been well used. They’re trembling frames undulated. Muscles move independently. Open cuts oozed blood in thick chunks. Their bodies were perfectly made to be hung like piñatas. They had been strung up there since before Jacob had arrived, and it had certainly been hours of breathless torture.

  The next thing Jacob noticed was that the two men had butts oozing with cum. It tracked down the inside of their suits and stained their legs. He had never seen a person so stuffed. It only made him harder. Peter seemed to notice, because he crawled over to Jacob on his knees. He grabbed his cock and planted several kisses before he looked up at him with hooded, sexy eyes.“Thank you for saving me. I wasn’t ready to die. Not when there’s such a hunky dick to suck. You’re my hero.”

  The other Spider-Man nodded. He crawled over to Black Widow and buried his face in her snatch. Between desperate licks, he moaned her praise. “You’re heroes. Thank you! Fuck… Please, let me show you how much it means. Let me make you feel good!”

  Black Widow gripped the man’s hair. She threw her head back with a pleasurable howl. “Yes! Fuck, yes. If I’m going to die soon, then let it be like this! Faster, you stupid spider whore.”

  Jacob relished in the pleasure for only a moment before he tugged his Spider-Man back by the hair. “No. Not yet. Come on. I want to enjoy you three properly before it’s too late.”

  The various clones whined, but Jacob managed to drag him back to his car. Not that his driving stopped the orgy. The Spider-clones had taken to sixty-nining across the back seat and dumping gallons of stinking cum into each other’s mouths. Black Widow sat in the front. She had attempted a hand job several times, each earning a slightly harder slap on the arm. When she realized he was not going to let her, Black Widow shoved her head under his arm and took her dick in his mouth. Jacob was too weak of a man to stop her.

  Getting them up to his apartment was just as much of a pain in the ass. They left behind a trail of cum. It followed them through the lobby, painted the walls and floor of the elevator, and led straight to Jacob’s apartment door. That would be an embarrassing mess to explain later.

  The living room was a simple space. A couch and television sat on the far side of the room. There was a little table to one side with keys in a decorative bowl and shoes stacked haphazardly underneath. A coat rack was heavy with Jacob’s various outdoor wear. He tossed his keys into the bowl, then turned to find that the clones were already in action. The two Spider-Men had used their sticky web to string Black Widow up. She hung belly down with her legs tied behind her back. Peter pounded into her ass with his sizable meat. Miles took her ravaged cunt. They plowed into her with brutality only an animal could copy. Their dicks tore into her melting body and squirted gore and cum all over the floor.

  “Fuck! Holy shit! You’re tearing me apart!” Black Widow’s eyes rolled back as she screamed with pleasure. “Yes. Oh, fffffuck yes. Your big, fat dicks are ripping apart my insides. I’m dying on your cocks! Please! Faster. Fuck me harder! I need more.”

  As she continued to scream and babble, Black Widow grabbed Jacob’s arm. Her eyes were wide. They were bloodshot from deterioration. She dragged him in, then gripped the back of his head. Black Widow pushed a kiss into Jacob’s lips between her moans. He could not help but melt into her. The sweet taste of clone blood warmed his mouth. Their tongues fought for brutal dominance before he managed to win out. Jacob only broke the kiss when he needed air. Black Widow gasped for breath wetly. She stared up at him with pleading eyes.

  “Please!” Black Widow cried. “Please, let me take your dick. Let me suck it. Fill and wreck all of my holes. I want you to rip apart my throat with your big, nasty hog. Just stuff me! Break me! Tear me apart from the inside–”

  Before the whorish clone could finish, Jacob shoved his dick inside. He tugged her down his length by the hair. Her throat bulged. The skin stretched obscenely to accommodate his girth. Black Widow sucked him down desperately. Tears streaked down her face and smeared her makeup. Behind her, the Spider-Men kicked it up to high gear. Their cocks pistoned out in brutal sync. Each thrust went deeper and tore more flesh. Black Widow screamed, though it was muffled by meat. Her tits spilled free from her tattered suit. The nipples stretched until they popped. Blood oozed from them in thick streams. She stared up at Jacob with desperate, hungry eyes.

  Every time the twinks thrusted, they ripped out a guttural moan. Their backs arched as they threw their whole bodies into plowing the dying woman. Given how they howled and how their balls throbbed, they were close to orgasm. Black Widow’s eyes widened. There was an audible crunch as the Spider-Men drove themselves to the root. Something inside the woman tore. Blood squirted onto their suits. One of her eyes squinted with a wince. The other bulged as if it threatened to pop free from its socket. She screamed through the cock in her mouth. Bloody drool oozed around her lips. There was another pop, followed by a wet ripping noise. Black Widow’s eyes rolled back. Agony crossed her face.

  Despite the pain, Black Widow kept sucking. She wrapped her hands around what she could not reach with her lips. Her grip was perfectly tight. Black Widow played with his balls and jerked his cock as hard as her failing body could manage. It was frantic. Shaky. She worshipped his dick as if it were her last chance at life. A shudder raked across her body as there was another wretched rip. Her body was breaking apart.

  The Spider-Men pulled out in sync. They dumped ropes of bloodied cum all over her plump rump. Black Widow yanked her head back. She swayed slightly from how dizzy she was. Her voice was ragged. “Fuck– no! Oh shit, it hurts. Ffffuck… you were supposed to stuff me. Not pull out!”

  Black Widow gasped and cried as cum sprayed her back. Her body was barely hanging on. The battering to her pussy and ass had done a number on her. Black Widow’s clit was hugely engorged from the treatment and smeared with blood. It throbbed with every failing heartbeat. The Spider-Clones stumbled away for a moment. They were dizzy and lightheaded from their animalistic pounding. It only took Peter one glance back to push past his exhaustion. His eyes were glued to her ass. Her cunt was gaping and ruined. It oozed with blood and pleasure. In comparison, her butt was tight and perky. Peter grabbed her ass and drilled his dick inside.

  Miles wanted a new, tight hole as well. He manipulated the webs to flip Black Widow on her back. She yelped and squirmed. Peter moaned at the sudden movement. Miles gripped the woman’s head and pressed his tip against her ear. There was resistance. The hole was not nearly big enough to take his big, black dick. Then there was a tearing. His tip managed to push into the soft, failing flesh.

  Jacob slapped his dick onto Black Widow’s belly. He pushed the tip against her weak skin. Her eyes bulged as his cock punched through. The woman was deteriorating faster every second. Jacob buried himself several inches deep into the sloppy slush of melting organs.

  Black Widow screamed in pain. Her eyes rolled back as she thrashed against her bindings. “S-Stop! Stop it. That hhhhurts… It hurts! Please, stop. Pull out! You’re going to– gh!” Miles slammed his hips into the side of her head. His meat drove into the soft folds of her brain. “You’re breaking me! I’m tearing apart. Please– It hurts. I can’t take it. It’s… fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. Please!”

  The more Miles ripped into her skull, the more slurred Black Widow’s speech became. Bloody drool sprayed across the floor. Her eyes bulged in her sockets. Despite her howls of agony, her mind was still glued to sex. She managed to reach around to Miles’s ass. If she could make him cum, she would be free. Not that it would save her. Her finger slipped into his butt. Then another. Then a third. She fingered his rump as fast as she could manage. Her free hand reached down to stroke Jacob’s cock. It was quickly soaked in chunky gore from how messy his dick was. He pistoned in and out of her guts with a howl of pleasure.

  While the other two ripped at Black Widow’s body, Peter ripped himself out of her ass. He dropped down and buried his face in it. His tongue worked at the bloody hole. Peter gripped her thighs to force them open. His fingers shredded through her pants and punched into her skin. He freed her legs so that he could get deeper. His fingers mauled at her legs as he pushed himself up and burrowed his dick into her. Black Widow sobbed. She wrapped her legs around him. Her grip was as strong as steel.

  Orgasm mounted quickly. Black Widow pumped her fingers into Miles’s ass faster. Harder. They stretched his tight rump. Every thrust slammed into his sensitive prostate. There was a resounding crunch as Miles’s dick ripped through the other side of Black Widow’s head. Blood and bits of brain matter splattered the floor. Her eyes went crosseyed as they bulged in her skull. Jacob pulled her into a kiss. It was sweet and metallic. Blood stained his lips. She moaned into him, all words lost. Black Widow had been turned into little more than a fuck puppet.

  When they all came, they came hard. Black Widow’s body thrashed on instinct. Her ass clamped down on Peter as she moved. Her eyes rolled back. She burrowed her fingers knuckle deep into Miles’s ass. A scream ripped out of her that was silenced by another kiss. All of the sudden movement drove the men over the edge.

  Miles was the first to pop. His cum ripped through her brain. It sloshed around and turned the throbbing mass into little more than sticky pieces. Cum sprayed from both sides of her head. With it came a wash of pinkish matter. The sight drove Jacob over the edge. He buried himself in the throbbing mass of her organs and let loose. Ropes of spunk pumped into her insides. They filled every nook and stuffed into any cranny. It was enough that chunks of organ spilled out around the ragged hole. Then came Peter. He was stuck in place by legs of steel. He drove root deep into her ass and let loose. Cum gushed into her. It squirted out of the edges of her rump and sprayed up to mix with Jacob’s. Soon, Black Widow’s insides were little more than a spunk slurry.

  A terrible shudder danced over Black Widow’s body that evolved into a sharp thrash. She twitched to the side. Peter’s eyes widened, and he screamed. There was a wretched snap and pop. Then tearing. He had broken in two. His weakened torso was ripped clean from his lower half. Guts poured out of him in a waterfall. Half-melted organs clung and tore wetly. They drenched the floor in red. Black Widow’s terrifyingly strong legs stayed locked around him as he choked up. “Oh fuck!”

  Jacob and Miles looked over with shock. Miles was stunned to silence, but Jacob started laughing. “Holy shit. Talk about being ripped apart. What the hell?!”

  Black Widow did not respond. Her face was nothing but pure bliss and a tiny sliver of smug spite. Cum oozed from every hole in her head. It dripped from her ears and drooled from her mouth. Some pooled from her nose and eyes as if she had been sobbing spunk. Her last breath came when her eyes rolled back. Black Widow went still and Peter’s upper half splatted onto the floor.    

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You send me a message with the idea you have for a piece. This could be anything from a paragraph with your preferred fetishes to a full outline. Then you give me your budget, tell me how many words you would like it to be, or request an estimate based on the idea. A sex scene needs a minimum of 500 words per character in the scene, though I typically recommend at least 1,000 to ensure a fully detailed scene. More specific fetishes or ideas will require more words. After that, I ask for half of the payment up front (through Paypal) to ensure that neither of us will get scammed. It typically takes me up to a week to finish a 5k piece, though there is a good chance I will have it done within three days. Once the piece is finished, you may request a sample. Once I receive the other half of the payment, I send the piece to you as a PDF through Gmail (unless otherwise requested).

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A pleasure to meet you. I have written over 650,000 words in commissions over the past four years. This is not including my work as a ghost writer, which includes short stories and novels. Not all of my work is on this page, but I encourage readers to peruse my page. I'm known for my weird, specific, and nasty works, but I have also written many not-so-spicy pieces. I am a trans-masc man who has a lot of experience writing both queer and straight characters. I write full time as a job, as well as work as my family's house husband. If you're interested in a commission, please shoot me a message!

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Pricing:

New Customer:$0.055 per word. ($5.50 per 100 words) Regular Customer:$0.05 per word. ($5.00 per 100 words)

Minimum Word Count: 1,000

Maximum Word Count: None at this time. However, I work in 5k chunks and will rotate through my commissions in these 5k chunks. That means you pay for 5k at a time and I send you 5k at a time.

Rush orders: I accept rush orders! If you need a piece done within 2 days, there is a $10 up charge per every 1000 words. This will bump your order to the top of my list.

\~\~

Specialties:

Specific/Odd/Disgusting Fetishes

BDSM

Dub/Non-Con

LGBT+ Characters (Particularly Transgender Characters)

Fandom Work (Particularly characters from Anime and Videogames)

Fantasy Work (Particularly Dungeons and Dragons themed)

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Soft Limits: (Works including these require a $15 extra charge per 5k words, minimum $15.)

Scat

Pieces Requiring Extensive Research (i.e. Very specific characters from niche shows/Movies/games, OCs with thousands of words of backstory/Lore)

Aged Up Characters (With limits. This would be discussed while we work out the piece. Characters who are explicitly children and that is a big part of their characters are a no go. Pieces where aging them up is a way to get around the 18+ rule are a no go. This is up to my discretion.)

Pieces I Cannot Post to Advertise Myself (This applies to requests not to post pieces and any fetish that I do not think I could post (these are very rare). However, I am open to changing the names of characters so that I can post the piece with no extra charge.)

Hard Limits: (Will not write works including these elements)

Real, Nonconsenting People (Pictures can be used as reference, but I will not write about specific IRL people)

Characters Below the Age of 18

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How it works:

You send me a message with the idea you have for a piece. This could be anything from a paragraph with your preferred fetishes to a full outline. Then you give me your budget, tell me how many words you would like it to be, or request an estimate based on the idea. A sex scene needs a minimum of 500 words per character in the scene, though I typically recommend at least 1,000 to ensure a fully detailed scene. More specific fetishes or ideas will require more words. After that, I ask for half of the payment up front (through Paypal) to ensure that neither of us will get scammed. It typically takes me up to a week to finish a 5k piece, though there is a good chance I will have it done within three days. Once the piece is finished, you may request a sample. Once I receive the other half of the payment, I send the piece to you as a PDF through Gmail (unless otherwise requested).

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Editing Rules:

For every 1,000 words, I will do 100 words of editing for free. After that, edits are $0.03 per word. Changing names/titles of things are completely free. I wish I could do more editing than this, but I have had people try to scam me through asking for excessive edits.

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Current Sales:

Below, I have my sales codes listed. You may use 1 at a time. They can only be used a certain number of times. You can find them here or under posts in other subreddits. When you want to use them, include them in your message for me. These allow me to see where I'm getting the most traction, while rewarding my customers when I can afford it. It is formatted as such: The Name of the Code (The number left on who can use it) (What the code does)

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“You step into the final room of the temple and feel pressure against your chests. Your breaths catch in your throats. Towering above is the symbol of her religion, embossed in ancient stained glass. The moon glows behind it. Lines of silver light cut across the moss and cracked brick. Surrounding the altar are her minions. Powerful creatures fueled by little more than lust and desire. They wield whips and chains as their weapons. Their armor barely covers their bodies. Succubi. Each turns to stare at you. Their crimson gaze burrows into your very soul. Everybody, roll initiative.”

  Sael spun her blade between her thin fingers before falling into a battle stance. Her fat tits bounced with every subtle movement. She took up the front of the party. For good reason too. Sael was the only non-squishy party member. Ironic, given she was an elf. One of her pointed ears had been ripped off during a previous encounter. Her skin was marred with scars in all the classic sexy places one would have them. She wore elven chain that glittered in the moonlight. It covered little of her body—just her shoulders, most of her tits, and a skirt that came halfway down her thighs. Magical runes were carved into the intricate chain to allow for protective enchantments. Her spear was equally enchanted. All signs of a powerful adventurer. A shock of crimson curls rolled down her back. Her eyes were filled with crystal green determination. Sael’s fat bulge created a tent in her chainmail.

  Then there was Poppy. Poppy Silver-fingers. A renowned thief, Poppy was known for many grand heists that had helped bring the party to that very moment. She wore a devilish smirk and all of the confidence someone like James Bond could exude. It might have been more intimidating if she were taller than three feet. Her daggers were deceptive. They were laced with powerful venom. Poppy wore an enchanted cloak to cover her black leather armor. It billowed in the wind with an air of drama. The leather protected equally little of her body. Her cute tummy and perky tits were all but exposed to the air. She wore pants, but they were skin-tight. Little was left to the imagination. Purple hair had been cut into a short pixie cut.

  Willow wound her herdy-gerdy, bouncing back and forth on her feet. Her loose, brown hair had just enough curl to bounce with her. She grinned wide. All armor had been ignored in favor of a brilliant green and gold skirt and a shawl of equal radiance. There was nothing underneath, which caused her to flash her fat boobs any time she lifted her hands. Her skin was pearly white from her elven ancestry, but her auburn eyes better matched those of her human father. Her ears had only half the pointiness of her elven teammates. Willow had engraved beautiful images of racing deer over her herdy-gerdy’s frame.

  Celegal better matched Poppy’s dark aesthetic, although she lacked the armor. Armor made casting spells more difficult. Her purplish-black skin was a common sign of a drow. She was the reason the party often took to their adventures at night. Granted, that was more because she preferred to keep her skeletons at her heels than because she was semi-blinded by sunlight. Her dark eyes were narrowed, and her ghost-white hair was braided out of her face. She held her spellbook between narrowed fingers. An incantation was already at the tip of her tongue. Her chest may have been the second smallest of the party, but it was nothing to scoff at. Celegal had a bit of weight to her. She had a cute belly that her rather open dress revealed to the world. Her butt was plump, and her thighs were deliciously thick. Celegal fingered the pages of her book. “Let us kill these sluts and retrieve Loviator’s crown.”

  Chaos erupted in mere seconds. Approximately 6 seconds, to be exact. Sael was the quickest. She darted toward their foes in one lightning movement. Her spear drove deep into the first succubus’s belly. It cut into the guts and sent them spilling out. The enchantment on the blade lit up the beast with electricity. The succubus screeched for all of two seconds before Sael surged forward and drove another three stabs into the creature. Bluish blood flecked her face and drenched her hands. She had little time to react before one of the succubi was on her.

  The succubus, whom the party chose to call Red for her scarlet skin, was a sexy, delicious creature. Red was the kind with a forked tongue and stunning horns. She had a tail, a plump chest, thick thighs, and enough raw magic to kill a peasant with ease. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Sael’s belly. A wash of silvery magic crashed into Sael’s head. She yelped. As strong as the fighter was, she was never the wisest. Something her party often made fun of her for. Sael fell for the charm. She swayed on her feet as Red pressed her lips into Sael’s neck. The intimate gesture was not nearly so loving as a normal kiss. Instead, it drained energy straight from the fighter’s trembling frame.

  Then came Willow. The bard wound up her herdygerdy, a dopey smile on her face. She sang with the beauty of a dozen birds. Her song echoed across the battlefield and reinvigorated her allies. Magic swirled around their limbs. Willow focused her spell on Poppy. The rogue dropped into a crouch with sudden, cat-like nimbleness. It was certainly effective. Poppy’s dexterity shot through the roof.

  Poppy darted forward to aid Sael. She drove twin daggers toward the charming succubus, only for them to glance off. A miss. A second miss. A third and fourth. Poppy let out a cry of frustration. “Damn it!”

  It was the succubus’s turn to play. A second one, whom they deemed Purple for her braided hair that wrapped around her neck and shoulders like a sort of jewelry, tugged Poppy into a surprisingly strong grapple. The rogue whined. She kicked and squirmed. It did her little good. Purple grabbed Poppy’s tits. Her fingers slipped under the poor excuse for a chest plate and rolled over those hard, perky nipples. Purple pressed herself against the rogue. A fat bulge slipped between the rogue’s cheeks. It oozed with precum.

  That was another thing. Each of the succubi had fat, juicy, succulent dicks. The kind that would make any man jealous.

  As two more succubi descended on the front liners, they continued the trend of groping and kissing. Sael found herself falling for the charm spell twice more. Something the monsters took full advantage of. They slipped their fingers into her armor and used her body as some sort of fidget toy. Their kisses made her weaker by the second.

  Celegal was more than happy to take advantage of the distraction. She chanted out a spell with such vigor and excitement that it made her body rock. Her arms flew into the air as thick black swirls of mana weaved around her fingers. The air trembled. A moment later, the ghostly form of her dead wife took shape. It was vague. Merely a long-haired beauty with wide hips and tits to die for. The ghost darted forward. It grabbed one of the succubi and bit down hard into her soft, silver flesh. All the while, she wrapped her legs around the beast and straddled its cock.

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  “Aw, come on!” Mona whined. “That’s not fair. I miss every single one of my hits, and Rose gets two crits in a row. Not to mention that Senna gets her dead fuckin wife to– I dunno– fuck a succubus?”

  Rose rolled her eyes. She spoke through gritted teeth and a low moan. “Fair or not, you haven’t taken a single point of damage. Sael is about to have her brains fucked out. Doesn’t matter if she took one of those bastards out in one turn if she dies this quickly. Besides, you could have used your inspiration d– gh… Cloe, slow down! It’s hard to talk when you’re fingering me that quick!”

  “Maybe you shouldn’t be failing so many wisdom saves then,” Cloe the Dungeon Master teased. She had driven three fingers all the way to the knuckle into Rose’s snatch.

  “I asked if she wanted me to buff her wisdom!” Lily giggled. She watched her girlfriend get fingered by their DM. Her fingers slipped into her skirt so that she could jerk off to the scene. “She said, “Nooo. Buff Poppy’s Dexterity! Sometimes demons have high AC!”. Now we see where that got us.”

  “It’s not my fault she can’t roll above a f– fuck… Five!” Rose leaned back into Cloe’s fingers. Her mouth fell open. “You’re making it real hard to take my turn…”

  If Cloe cared, she did not say it. She just kept finger fucking her player. Lily could not help but giggle more. Her fingers laced in with Rose’s and she gave her girlfriend’s hand a gentle squeeze. “You’re doing really well, love. All a dumb fighter has to do is hit. Come on. Stab one of them. Show them you know how to fight back.”

  “See!” Mona gestured to the two holding hands. “Not fair. They’re going to bump the board at this rate.”

  “Oh, shut up and enjoy it. It’s hot.” Was Senna’s answer, punctuated with an eye roll.

~~

  Sael was stuck between all of the succubi. She sucked in a shaky breath. Her dick oozed with uncontrollable pleasure as her hips jerked back toward her assailants. The fighter took a second breath. A second wind, if one were to be more exact. She perked up and drove her spear toward the nearest succubus. It wiffed. Hard. Her eyes widened. “Oh. Shit.”

  Red hoisted up Sael’s skirt and spread her muscular ass. Thick beads of precum oozed from her tip. She grabbed the fighter by the hips and hoisted her into the air. A second later, Sael was driven down the entire length of that massive, pulsing rod. The fighter screamed. Red hooked her arms under the fighter’s legs, forcing them up by her head. She slammed her dick deep inside. One hit. Two hits. It was a brutal destruction of the fighter’s HP pool.

~~

  Rose let out a gutteral moan and crumbled forward over the table as Cloe drove her entire cock up her cunt. The DM held her by the hair as she drove her girth in deeper. Harder. Her free hand rolled the dice. “Ooof. Natural twenty. How much HP do you have?””

  Rose moaned. It was all she could do. Lily stroked her hair and cooed sweet nothings to her. Occasionally, she kissed her head. “There you go. Take it like a good fighter.”

  To her credit, Rose tried to answer Cloe. All she could do was whimper. The DM gazed over her sheet. “Oh, you’re fine. Not down yet.” She patted Rose’s cheek.

Mona stared at the board. Her mouth was agape. “Oh, fuck. Guys, we are so fucked. Senna. Senna, please tell me you still have literally any healing spells prepared at all.”

  Senna looked away. She rubbed the back of her neck. “I have resurrection!”

  “Fuck. God fucking damn it.” Mona groaned into her hands. “In the final room too. Hurry up and get to my turn already! I have a plan.” 

  Cloe scrunched her nose. “Fine. You want to be fucked so bad, ya slut?”

~~

  The other two free succubi turned to face Poppy. Terror crossed the rogue’s face. She lunged for the closest and actually managed to hook her dagger into Purple’s side. She tried to trip the beast, digging her knee into the succubus’s. Then she fumbled. The succubus caught her arm. She tugged Poppy into a deep kiss. Her snake-like tongue wrapped around the rogue’s several times. It stroked her tongue and drove its way down her throat.

  While Purple violated Poppy’s throat, the other succubus took her from behind. She grabbed the rogue’s ass and stuffed several inches of thick cock into her tight pucker. The group named this succubus Silver. Mostly because her skin shimmered with a silver hue. Her cock was the fattest of the group, and she seemed to be the best of their evil cabal at casting spells. Especially because she could do so while stuffing Poppy full of meat. A second later, a chilly sphere of water wrapped around the rogue’s body. It melted into something resembling ropes. It soaked Poppy through. Her tits dripped with shimmering water. It smeared her makeup down her face and drenched her hair. She shivered as more and more succubus cock filled her up.

  “Help!” The rogue gurgled. “Too— too big!”

~~

  “So much for a plan,” A breathy, ragged Rose muttered.

  Mona gritted her teeth. Her fingers dug into the table. Cloe had lifted her skirt, which showed off her flopping dick to everyone. It was only half hard. Generous lube oozed down the floppy softy. Cloe held her by the neck as she stuffed herself into her ass. “I agree. What were you even planning to do? Or did you just want my dick that bad?”

  “I— Gh… I was trying to use… mmmf… slow down, d-damn it!” Mona covered her crimson face with a hand. Flecks of precum splattered the underside of the table. “I was going to trip her! My sneak attack would go crazy and— ohhh fuck… Elegant maneuver should’ve made it easy to get out of this shit! It’s not my fault you used a legendary action on a fucking grapple. Ass hooo… hhh… hole!”

  That earned a giggle from around the table. Senna stuck her tongue out. “You’re complaining, but it sounds like you’re enjoying in.”

  “I hate all… ohhh… all of you.”

  Sylie’s giggle turned to a playful, devilish cackle. She blew Mona a kiss. “Do you need me to help you out? Or can I spend my turn doing something useful?”

  All Mona could do was flip Senna off before shoving her hips back into Cloe. That earned a fresh round of giggles. Rose stumbled to her feet. Thick beads of cum ran down her muscular thighs. “I’ll refresh the chips… mmm… I’ll be back before my turn starts.”

  Rose winked at her girlfriend, who was more than happy to scamper off after her. Cloe pulled herself free with a wet pop. Mona whimpered. Her ass clenched open air, desperate for more. Her dick had just started getting hard too. Cloe snorted. She spanked her friend. “Alright, Senna. Your turn.”

  “Have them make a con save!” Senna could not keep the excitement from her voice. “DC 20.”
 
~~

  The situation was looking more dire by the second. Celegal slipped her fingers into her belt pouch and pulled out an hourglass. Diamond dust shimmered inside. Dark incantations were punctuated by a thick mist that drifted from her lips. It surrounded the nearest succubus, who was forced to stumble away from the ghostly figure of her wife. Especially when the succubus began to rapidly age. Her bones weakened. Her cock and body wrinkled. The succubus let out a hiss of pain as she stumbled in place. Every inch of her flesh aged at an obscene rate. She froze. Gasped. A puff of dust escaped her lips. Then she dropped to the ground in a pile of ancient bones.

  Celegal wiped sweat from her brow. Her wife paid her little mind. The ghost merely shoved itself onto another succubus’s dick and milked it for every drop of energy it had. Quite literally, at that. Wave after wave of life was drained from the beast. It rejuvenated the ghost’s energy, making her move faster and fuck harder.

  Then it was Celegal’s turn to be attacked. It was a surprise. Another devil had appeared from behind her, revealed only when her invisibility fell. The devil, which Celegal recognized to be an Orthon, as she had summoned them before, must have been some kind of powerful minion. Her eyes were sharp and her massive tusks sharper. She had a muscular build, with enough pleasant fat to give her a tummy. Ore, as the party elected to call her, wore little more than a ragged skirt adorned with skulls. Her dagger was big enough that it could hardly be called such a weapon. Poking through from the underside of her skirt was the long, twisting form of a pig-like cock.

  “Shit.” Celegal hissed. Ore swung her dagger and the necromancer reacted quickly. She hissed off a spell. Her shoulders sagged when the spell brushed right off. “Double shit.”

  Ore’s blade connected with Celegal. She could feel its poison seeping into her veins. It ached. Her breath caught in her throat. Celegal was unable to resist. Just as she was gearing up to defend herself again, Ore disappeared.

  Celegal looked back at her party. “A little help?!”

  The one benefit of being stuck between so many enemies was that all of Sael’s foes were in reach. She just had to escape, which was not exactly easy when under a charm spell and being held and fucked. The magic runes emblazoned in her skin lit up with energy. Her whole body shifted. Grew. She quite suddenly took up a huge amount of space. This was enough to throw her assailants off her massive, sexy, muscular frame. She spun her sword in her hand. It had grown with her, and could certainly do more damage than before. 

  Sael drove her blade forward into one of the unnamed succubus’s chest. It cleaved clean between the tits. She yanked it free. A fresh well of blood gushed out onto the flagstone. The beast was not felled. Not until Sael surged forward. She hefted her massive blade and swung. Hard. It cut into the succubus’s neck like butter. There was a mere moment where it caught on her spine. Then her head went tumbling across the floor.

  The succubi were stunned for a moment in horror. Then Red sneered. She cast a spell that warped and shifted her cock. It grew large. Impossibly large. The shape of it melted away. The tip became blunt and flat. A thick medial ring took up the center. Her massive cock oozed with sweet smelling precum. Parts of it still glistened with Sael’s pussy juice. The beastly dick was more than large enough to grapple with a huge woman.

 Red slapped her cock against Sael’s ass. Then she pressed the tip inside. Her chain skirt was not nearly enough to stop the attack. Red’s massive, blunt tip split Sael’s cunt like a lumberjack’s axe. “What a delicious cunt.”

  It was Red’s turn to drain life by way of dick thrusting. Such a massive cock brutalized the fighter’s insides. Sael moaned. Her head rolled back as she took inch after inch of hefty horse cock.

~~

  To their credit, the two love birds had made their way back to the table just fast enough. Not that Cloe gave Rose time to sit back down. She had been forced to take her turn while standing. Cloe stuffed enough dick into her to make rolling dice difficult. Especially when Lily had already covered her in enough lipstick marks and hickies in the kitchen to turn her legs to jelly.

  While Cloe fucked Rose, Lily dropped to her knees at her feet. She lapped at the thick drippings of pre-cum and lube that oozed from the pounded pussy. Her tongue trailed up to Rose’s clit. She traced little circles around it before she started to suck. Rose gripped her by the hair. “Fuck… I… I think that’s the end of my turn.“

  Rose’s blurry gaze raked over her sheet. It searched for any bonus action. Any reaction that she could take to such a pounding. No such luck. Both real world women hit her in a particularly pleasurable spot. A shock of euphoria nearly turned her words to mush. “Nothing… Shit… We might need to run away…”

  Senna laid her trembling arms on the table. She used them as a pillow. Her ass was aching in the best possible way. “We’ll be fine! This is fine. Everything is fine. We’re just getting unlucky so far. Besides, if we don’t stop them now, the kingdom is doomed. Not that I’d complain about more sessions. We’re just…  so close to the end. How many campaigns have you actually finished? All we have to do is hit them. I mean, look! We got a few knocked out in one round. We just need more rounds like that.”

  Rose nodded through the intense pleasure. She grabbed her girlfriend’s hair and shoved her deep into her pussy. There was no air down there for Lily to breathe. Only the drippings of sex. Rose moaned. It was loud enough to shake the windows. Just as she was about to cum, Cloe pulled herself free. Rose’s hips jerked back on instinct, desperate for more. The DM giggled. Lily sucked an air while she could. It was good she did, because she was shoved right back in when Rose had more control over her body.

  Cloe squeezed the desperate woman’s shoulder. She gazed back at Mona. The party rogue was staring at the battle map, both baffled and buried in thought. Desperate to find a way out of the situation. Something that was not getting any easier with the horny thoughts that flooded her brain. Cloe scooted over. She slapped her dick against the woman’s face. Not that she would force herself on her friend. Especially when Mona shook her head no. The party rogue whispered to herself, though Cloe was perfectly capable of hearing it. “We’re running out of options…“

  There was one way Cloe knew to raise the morale of her group. One way that worked every single time. “Why don’t we raise the  stakes? If you guys survive this, I’ll let you get off with only one or two pregnancies.“ It was said with a teasing wink, “And? I’ll let you use me like a toy.“

  “And if we lose?“ Senna said.

  “For every party member that dies, the rest of the group gets to fuck and rape them in real life.”

  Rose howled out in pleasure. She crushed her lover's nose against her cunt. Her hips rolled frantically. It was rare she ever climaxed so hard. Just in time too. Lily was starting to struggle. She drenched her girlfriend’s face with cum, then slumped into her chair. Lelianna went limp against her as she gasped for air. Rose ran her fingers through her hair and whispered “Thank you… You did really well….“ Then followed that with a gentle kiss to her forehead.

  Cloe giggled, “I guess we like that deal?“

  There was a collective yes from around the table. Various nodding and murmurs of agreement. This must have reinvigorated Mona, because she quite suddenly grabbed Cloe’s cock and stuffed it in her mouth. As she did, she pointed to various abilities on her character sheet. Cloe did her best to translate through her moans. She paused to hiss, “One of you come help me pound this slut.”

~~

  Poppy leaned into her brutal pounding. She traced her tongue along the succubus‘s dick, while clamping down with her tight ass. The gods above deemed this distraction enough, it seemed. Enough so that she could break her grapple and take a sneaky attack. Her dagger dug into Purple’s thigh. Then her hip. Then her chest. She even managed to jerk herself up enough to land a blow just above the succubus’s tits. Blood gushed down. It glistened over the succubus plump boobs.

  Breaking free from Poppy’s watery ropes did not last long. A succubus used her magic to re-tighten them. Then the rogue’s arms were pinned back again. She failed her attempt to break out of the new grapple. Poppy squirmed. She tried to yank her head free of the cock, but Purple held her down. The other succubus buried herself balls deep into the rogue. A moment later, she came.

  Thick ropes of spunk were buried deep into Poppy’s belly. It stretched with each gush of cum. Her eyes rolled back and her jaw went slack as more and more was stuffed inside. She could feel it sloshing around. Threatening to burst. Poppy shot an apologetic look at the necromancer.

  It seemed all of her party members were far too occupied to aid Celegal. She spun to face where her aggressor had been and—

~~

  “Ah shit!” Cloe hissed. She tugged her dick free. “We forgot Lily’s turn!”

  Senna, who had nearly her whole fist up Mona’s ass, kept fucking her friend silly with it. Her other hand was wrapped around Mona’s half flaccid cock. She stroked it almost desperately. Trying to match the pace of how quickly she pounded Mona’s butt. Her grip tightened the closer her friend got to climax. “That— that makes way more sense. I knew we were missing something.”

  If Mona was bothered by the missed turn, she did not show it. She pawed at Cloe. Her shaking hands desperately tried to pull her back for more.

  Lily moaned from her side of the table. Rose had disappeared underneath. It was her turn to tongue punch her girlfriend. “It… It’s fine… Don’t worry about it too much. Fuck!”

  “No no. Go ahead and take your turn twice. I don’t want to deprive you guys of any action economy during a big boss fight. That’s not fair. I like to earn raping my players.” The last part was both devilish and sensual. Cloe pressed her dick back against Mona’s lips. The slut swallowed it up in seconds. “Better make it count.”

~~

  Willow wound up her hurdy-gurdy with increasing desperation. Her party was looking rough. The music danced over the battlefield. It carried with it a surge of magic energy. Was it the strongest healing spell in the world? No. But it would have to do. The wounds on her allied bodies washed away. Her shoulders fell with some relief. 

  Willow did not let her relief pause her long. Another wave of shimmering, musical magic washed out from the inside of her instrument. The music she played was louder. It bounced with a fun tempo. This did not warm the hearts of her allies. Instead, the waves of magic twisted into a colorful wall. Layers of prismatic magic cut between the mages and the succubi. Ideally, it would mean that Celegal and Willow only had to deal with the one orthon. It was a shame that she was wrong.

  It seemed that Ore was not the only one of her kind. Another pig-like devil appeared behind the bard. Willow gasped with fear. Her defense was worse than any other team member. This was due, in large part, to how she lacked the dexterity to dodge her foes. No wonder this second beast was able to dig her dagger deep inside.

  This orthon easily stood over 9 feet. She was even larger and more muscular than it’s ally. Even her dagger was bigger. She was plumper, too. Her tits were heavy, with pierced nipples. Tattoos depicting battle covered her body. Between her legs was a sizable, twisty dick. Another juicy pig cock. She wore only a robe of tattered silver fabric. This devil made no attempt to hide her lengthy meet. The party called her Twoey.

  Twoey yanked her dagger free. She scrunched up her slight snout with a grin. Her hefty hands grabbed Willow and shoved her to the floor. This forced the bard’s ass into the air, exposed and ready to be filled. It also revealed her pendulous cock. The thick, oozing meat was hard with excitement.

~~

  “Just to check,” Lily managed between whimpers and gasps, “You guys are still okay that she’s a trans woman, right? It doesn’t feel like I’m fetishizing you?”

  The end of her words were finished off with a hearty groan. She buried her face in her arms. Cloe chuckled. She petted her friend’s head as she continued to pound her from behind. “ Yes. I promise you, it’s fine. You’ve kept her respectful and realistic. You’ve asked this a thousand times and I assure you it’s still fine. Besides! Willow is hot as fuck.”

  The rest of the table agreed with various nods and hums. Rose kissed Lily’s hips, just under her belly. It sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. “You’re doing well. Just enjoy it.”

  “I just— I wanted to play around with identity and culture and all of those effects on someone like her and—“

“Shush. Shut up.” Cloe silenced her with a particularly brutal thrust, then pulled free to move back to Senna. “Take your turn before this poor girl overthinks things again.”

  Mona rolled her eyes. It was more playful than before. Maybe some sex had done her good. She grabbed a fistful of chips and shoved them in her mouth. Mona only chewed a little bit before saying, “You would be excited for her turn, wouldn’t you?”

  “The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Cloe huffed.

  “We know you have a favorite. That’s okay.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Mona raised an eyebrow. She gestured at Senna as the girl greedily swallowed up Cloe’s cock. “You’ve gotten her character pregnant how many times now? She’s been snuffed twice, and quite brutally at that. It’s only because of revivify that her character even exists still. I'm not complaining, but it’s pretty obvious.“

  Cloe sputtered. She covered her blush with her palm. “I didn’t mean to…”

  “It’s seriously fine. Kind of cute, not gonna lie,” Norrie teased.

  “Promise?”

“I promise. Now fuck that girl so that it can get to my turn and I can take your dick again.”

~~

  Celegal instinctively stepped away from where she had seen Ore go. Mage armor strained her body to cast. It seemed she had run dry of spells of the first ring after that. Resources were running thin. She gritted her teeth. Her gaze flicked to the bard, and her belly squirmed to see her on the floor. She pointed one finger over. Several shots of thick, dark magic blasted into the beast that held her down.

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A pleasure to meet you. I have written over 650,000 words in commissions over the past four years. This is not including my work as a ghost writer, which includes short stories and novels. Not all of my work is on this page, but I encourage readers to peruse my page. I'm known for my weird, specific, and nasty works, but I have also written many not-so-spicy pieces. I am a trans-masc man who has a lot of experience writing both queer and straight characters. I write full time as a job, as well as work as my family's house husband. If you're interested in a commission, please shoot me a message!

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Pricing:

New Customer:$0.055 per word. ($5.50 per 100 words) Regular Customer:$0.05 per word. ($5.00 per 100 words)

Minimum Word Count: 1,000

Maximum Word Count: None at this time. However, I work in 5k chunks and will rotate through my commissions in these 5k chunks. That means you pay for 5k at a time and I send you 5k at a time.

Rush orders: I accept rush orders! If you need a piece done within 2 days, there is a $10 up charge per every 1000 words. This will bump your order to the top of my list.

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Specialties:

Specific/Odd/Disgusting Fetishes

BDSM

Dub/Non-Con

LGBT+ Characters (Particularly Transgender Characters)

Fandom Work (Particularly characters from Anime and Videogames)

Fantasy Work (Particularly Dungeons and Dragons themed)

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Soft Limits: (Works including these require a $15 extra charge per 5k words, minimum $15.)

Scat

Pieces Requiring Extensive Research (i.e. Very specific characters from niche shows/Movies/games, OCs with thousands of words of backstory/Lore)

Aged Up Characters (With limits. This would be discussed while we work out the piece. Characters who are explicitly children and that is a big part of their characters are a no go. Pieces where aging them up is a way to get around the 18+ rule are a no go. This is up to my discretion.)

Pieces I Cannot Post to Advertise Myself (This applies to requests not to post pieces and any fetish that I do not think I could post (these are very rare). However, I am open to changing the names of characters so that I can post the piece with no extra charge.)

Hard Limits: (Will not write works including these elements)

Real, Nonconsenting People (Pictures can be used as reference, but I will not write about specific IRL people)

Characters Below the Age of 18

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How it works:

You send me a message with the idea you have for a piece. This could be anything from a paragraph with your preferred fetishes to a full outline. Then you give me your budget, tell me how many words you would like it to be, or request an estimate based on the idea. A sex scene needs a minimum of 500 words per character in the scene, though I typically recommend at least 1,000 to ensure a fully detailed scene. More specific fetishes or ideas will require more words. After that, I ask for half of the payment up front (through Paypal) to ensure that neither of us will get scammed. It typically takes me up to a week to finish a 5k piece, though there is a good chance I will have it done within three days. Once the piece is finished, you may request a sample. Once I receive the other half of the payment, I send the piece to you as a PDF through Gmail (unless otherwise requested).

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For every 1,000 words, I will do 100 words of editing for free. After that, edits are $0.03 per word. Changing names/titles of things are completely free. I wish I could do more editing than this, but I have had people try to scam me through asking for excessive edits.

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  Samantha readjusted her brown, square-framed glasses as she fumbled with her keys. She was already a clumsy girl in general, but she was in a rush. All day, Samantha had been antsy. Her college classes had bored her half to death and she wanted nothing more than to blow off some steam. Once Samantha managed to get into her dorm, she haphazardly tossed her keys onto her kitchen table.

  It was a small dorm. Single dorms were like that, it seemed. A table, a desk, and a bed were enough for Samantha, which as fitting as that was all she had. Samantha plunked down into her chair. It was a nice, plush gaming chair that her sister had bought for her a while back. Though it was quite comfortable, it was yet another sign of Samantha’s virgin lifestyle. Never once had Samantha brought a boy back to her dorm. Hell, she hardly brought another woman there. That would require Samantha to have more than one friend.

  Any thoughts of loneliness were pushed out of Samantha’s mind as she set her laptop on her desk. She did not need those people when she had porn to take care of herself with. Samantha flung open her computer and rushed to type in the name of her favorite website: Gore-porn.thisisnotarealwebsite.com. Even as the site was loading, Samantha was already getting excited. She fondled her fat tits with her free left hand, while her right hand worked to pull up a video. While the ones on the front page looked promising, none fit her exact desire. Perhaps it was time for ole’ faithful.

  Had Samantha already seen Doll Maker Three six times in the last few months? Sure. She had also binged the rest of the series on multiple occasions. It was still easily her favorite piece on the site and she was more than happy to watch it again. Samantha managed to pull her hand away from her tits long enough to type in the name in the search bar. Once the video was loading, she was back to playing with herself. She slid her fingers under her frilly white shirt, pulling it of and tossing it in a heap beside her desk. Samantha had not worn a bra that day, which was part of why she was so entirely worked up. As the video finished loading, she rolled her nipples between her fingers.

  “Stop! Please! I– I’m begging you!” That familiar, panicked voice played from Samantha’s computer.

  Begging would do the woman on the screen no good. She was standing as straight and as still as she could, terrified for her life. It was a reasonable fear, given her situation. Samantha had internally dubbed this woman “Mindy”, and often she envied Mindy for the same situation she feared. Mindy was strung up on razor wire.

  The wire was wrapped around Mindy’s limbs at every joint, as well as around her neck. It glittered beautifully in the lighting as if it were made of stars. Already, it had sliced small nicks into the girl’s soft, pale skin. Little rivulets of blood dribbled down Mindy’s legs and dribbled down her bare chest. Just the sight of that gore caused Samantha’s breath to hitch. While her left hand continued to play with her chest, her right hand hiked up her short, black skirt. It slipped underneath her panties and worked small circles over her clit.

  “I’m sorry! I can still get you the money! Please!”

  “This isn’t about money anymore.” There he was. That dark, gritty voice was that of the Doll Maker himself. “You’re a pretty girl. You’ll make a great toy for the highest bidder.”

  “But–” Mindy whined.

  Every little squirm from Mindy meant more slicing. More gore. Samantha let out a small whimper to match Mindy’s whine. If she were there, she would submit. She would do whatever the Doll Maker said. It would mean fulfilling the purpose Samantha always dreamed of. Small waves of pleasure made Samantha move faster. She rubbed harder, getting desperate for a release she knew would come soon. The Doll Maker spoke again. “For all those watching at home, this is an act for trained professionals only. Don’t try it yourself, or you’ll waste perfectly good fuck toys for the rest of us.”

  “Wait! No! Please–”

  Samantha knew what was coming. She was already speeding up her masturbation. With a sudden snap, the razor wire was pulled taught. There was a wet ripping sound, followed by the crunch of bones. A spray of gore gushed from Mindy’s limbs and throat. Mindy screamed at first, but it was quickly cut short. As the corpse that was once a girl thudded to the ground, Samantha’s eyes rolled backward. She came hard, imagining she was in Mindy’s shoes. Wave after wave of orgasm rolled over the trembling college student. Mindy, someone who once had a life. A job. Friends. She was nothing now. Nothing more than a sack of meat. Mindy would be turned into the perfect sex doll and that had brought Samantha over the edge.

  By the time her orgasm was over, Samantha was a panting mess. Her panties were a similar mess, sticky from her finish. She relaxed back into her chair and slowly slid off her underwear. Samantha tossed it onto her shirt, more focused on the video. It was not over. She knew it was not. There was still quite a few minutes left. Samantha ran her fingers over her cunt, slick with her desire. Then she slowly pushed her fingers inside. Her pussy pulsed, accepting her fingers with ease.

  The Doll Maker stepped onto the screen, scooping up the littered pieces. Arms and legs and hands and feet were all tossed into a plastic bin. He treated Mindy’s body parts as if they were nothing more than loose scraps. Then he set the plastic bin near the front of the torso. He grabbed Mindy’s head and positioned it up against the bin so that the audience could see that forever terrified look on her face. Samantha let out a moan as she looked into those empty eyes. The Doll Maker scooped up Mindy’s torso. “Should have known you were nothing but a cum sock, bitch.”

  Those words made Samantha’s hips twitch on instinct. She thrust her fingers into herself, whimpering out a soft, “Yes…”

  The Doll Maker pulled out his cock. It was quite large, especially against the corpse’s torso. With all of the gore, his dick was quickly coated with blood. That seemed to be lube enough for him. He rubbed against Mindy’s belly for a minute before he repositioned and buried himself deep into her snatch. The Doll Maker pounded Mindy’s corpse with reckless abandon. The sheer force of his pounding caused her tits to rock and jiggle. Samantha did her best to match his pace as she thrust her fingers into herself. Each thrust shot sparks of pleasure up her spine. Flecks of drool splattered from her as she desperately moaned. What she would give to be fucked like that…

  This went on for several minutes. All the while, the Doll Maker smacked and squeezed the corpse’s tits. His blows were strong enough to make a living woman scream and his nails dug into her chest deep enough to draw blood. Welts quickly formed around where his fingers landed. Samantha copied the smacking too, battering her tits with violent hands. While she could not emulate his cruelty entirely, she was able to create welts of her own. Cruel bruises turned her boobs a sickening shade of purple and yellow. Each time the Doll Maker landed a blow on his fuck doll, Samantha did the same on her own chest. She wanted to be broken like that. Samantha wanted to be nothing more than a toy. Her nails dug into her supple flesh and she let out a howl of delight. Pain and pleasure mixed in a strange soup within her brain. Each blow was a reminder of her place. Samantha was meant to be a fuck doll. It was all she would ever be good for.

  The Doll Maker pulled out of Mindy’s abused cunt and let out a groan of his own. His hips twitched as he came. Sticky, red-stained cum sprayed all over Mindy’s tits. She was painted with shame. Painted with the sperm of the man who had murdered her. Samantha had timed her orgasm with the Doll Maker’s. Waves of pleasure overwhelmed her as she threw her head back and howled with pleasure. Her cunt squeezed around her fingers, desperate to milk them for anything resembling cum. Samantha’s juices squirted all over her hand and chair, drenching the room in a heady smell that would have overwhelmed anyone not used to it.

  With that, the video was over. Samantha took a moment to stare at the corpse on the screen and ride out her orgasm. She had goosebumps and her legs shook. The college student knew damn well that if she tried to stand immediately, she would fall on her ass. As the orgasm came to a finish, Samantha let out a breath. She shut her laptop screen and stared at the wall for a moment. Then Samantha stood and moved to her bathroom.

  The room had a full-length mirror, something that Samantha was rather grateful for. Once at the mirror, Samantha stared at herself. She slid out of her skirt and set it on the nearby sink. For a moment, she just stared at her naked form. Part of why she loved that video so much was because of how similar she and Mindy looked. They were both plush, though not too much so. Samantha’s dark, auburn hair even matched Mindy’s, though her hair was much more tangled from her masturbation than the much better taken care of locks of Mindy. The biggest difference between the two was that Samantha had significantly bigger tits. Those tits were what she flaunted in the mirror. Bruises and welts decorated her boobs, little trophies for her imaginary brutality.

  Samantha leaned over, pushing her ass out and her tits forward. She imagined herself posing for the Doll Maker. The girl showed off her body to the mirror, whispering to herself, “See? I would make the perfect doll. The perfect toy to be used. Put me in my place…”

  With a small giggle, Samantha shook her tits. They jiggled pleasingly in the mirror and showed off more of her brutalization. She even caught a glimpse of where her fingernails had dug too deep and nicked her flesh. Samantha started taking different poses, each one more suggestive than the last. All she could imagine was the Doll Maker wrapping that razor wire around her limbs. The sting of that imaginary wire made her shudder and let out a soft gasp. Then he would tighten the wire until it sliced clean through her body. Samantha would be little more than a pile of meat on the floor. Her head would be sent tumbling, with a look of ecstasy on her face. It would be permanently etched there for any would-be pervert to see. Samantha would orgasm as all of her limbs were removed from her useless body. Then the Doll Maker would pound her torso and rip apart her tits as he had done to Mindy. He would treat her as nothing more than a sex doll. That’s what Samantha was. A sex doll. She was worth nothing but what her body could do to pleasure others. Samantha wished desperately that she could find a man who would rip her apart like that.

  Alas, no such man existed that she had ever met. Samantha sighed and straightened. She ran her fingers along the bruises and smiled. One day, she would find the man who treated her the way she wanted to be treated: Like a piece of meat that deserved nothing more than to be torn apart and used to please.

Chapter 1

Of dusty roads, dying crops, and drifting inhibitions…

  Where once there had been bird song, there was little more than the rush of wind through the thinning treetops. Rumbug kicked up dust with every step. Some roads within the Adet highlands were well maintained, but it had been some years since he had traveled far enough inside to see them. A drought had turned lush grass into crunching stalks when the rare animal passed through. His heart ached. When last he had traveled there, it had been so full of flowers that he could idly snatch them up and make crowns as he hiked.

  Rumbug paused at a massive, decaying tree that had fallen on the path. His nose scrunched. “Nobody’s been out here to clear this?”

  With wagons being the primary form of transport up and down the mountains, a tree in the road was a real danger. Rumbug squatted beside the log. Dry rot. The wood was crumbling under his soft, grayish-brown fingers. He tucked his massive testicles back, then hoisted the tree over his shoulder. It was unwieldy given its size and age. Luckily, Rumbug was strong enough to handle it. He set the ancient oak off to the side. It would have made for a great resting spot were it not for the fact that it would crumble under his weight in an instant.

  A rush of paw pads on crunching leaves caught Rumbug’s attention. He turned to find a relatively young Felinae staring at him with wide, awe-struck eyes. She was somewhere in her twenties. Her black tail lashed back and forth. When the wind caught her pointed ears, they flicked. They were perked. Excitement caught her breath. Her soft, white belly was flecked with little black spots. All eight of her nipples just barely poked out from under her fur. She had strong, powerful legs and arms. A farmer, perhaps? Or a hunter. Likely the latter, especially given the signs of hunger on her lithe frame. A swollen belly, taut muscles, and faded fur all betrayed her lack of food. Her little, pink nose twitched. She had a musical voice. “Whoa. Hot damn. You’re pretty strong, Mr. Guy.”

  Rumbug chuckled. He strode over to the woman, stopping a few feet away. She stared up at him with wide, crystal-green eyes. Rumbug shrugged. He cleared his throat. It had been a while since he had talked to someone who could actually understand him. “Can’t leave that there for someone to hit. Who might you be?”

  “You can call me Locust!” Locust chirped. She paused to look over Rumbug. Her nose twitched as she caught his scent. “I uh… don’t want to be too forward, but you wouldn’t happen to be Rumbug, would you?”

  Rumbug perked up. He settled his hands on his hips. “Has my name traveled this far?”

  “I heard stories about you from my mom, before…” Locust raked her claws through her fur. She shook her head. “You’re even bigger than I could have imagined! Stronger too… And fertile.”

  Locust reached out. She brushed her paw pads over Rumbug’s balls when he did not pull away. They were truly massive. Each was bigger than she was tall. Granted, felinae were a short species. She stared at his dick in awe. Rumbug blushed a bit. Not that he was complaining about positive attention. It had been some time since he had anyone staring at him. “Thank you, little one. It’s good we met up. Perhaps you could tell me what’s been going on here?”

  Rumbug gestured to the dried trees and crumbling branches. Locust’s shoulders fell. She turned and gestured for him to follow. “It’s been this way for as long as I can remember. The land is barren, and getting worse by the year. Magic doesn’t flow through like it used to. That’s what the shamans say. The fertility has faded. We haven’t been able to give birth in twenty years. That was when it all started…”

  As they broke through the tree line, Locust led Rumbug along a road that followed the side of the mountain. In the distance were the shapes of hanging huts. A staple of felinae and hulfhorn culture. They were symbiotic species. The hulfhorns would use their wool to craft fine blankets or use their strong bodies to haul things. Felinae’s keen noses and sharp claws made them avid hunters and farmers. Together, they protected themselves from danger by building into the mountainside. Many houses hung outside. Their roofs were colorful with dyed fabrics. Others were carved into caves.

  Rumbug followed Locust along the mountainside. He was relieved to see the colors of that fine wool, even if they had been dulled with everything else. “That’s a shame. This place was beautiful once…” His voice trailed off as he looked down the mountainside. It was a sea of dying trees. “And the source of the dying magic?”

  Locust shrugged. “Not really my thing, but I can tell you the elders would know. Something about those who rule the Adet Highlands not doing what they’re supposed to. They always blame the leaders when something goes wrong.”

  Stepping into the town led to more staring. Locust led the way up several sets of wooden poles that acted as stairs up to the largest of the protruding homes. Rumbug grimaced when the steps groaned under him. Signs of unrepaired wear and tear littered the area. Rips in roofs let in breezes, and the fabric that hung over the doorways had seen better days. Those were always freshly repaired the last time Rumbug had come to the region. He glanced around at those staring at him. They were mostly shocked at seeing a new face. Then there was the matter of reputation. Once most people realized he was no threat, they ducked back to their work. A couple stayed to watch the massive man make his way through.

  Locust stopped on the porch of the building. It was one of the largest on the mountainside. She looked out over the mountainside. Her expression was one of exhaustion. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’m sure the elders would be happy to see you.”

  Before Rumbug could respond, there was an excited hoot from within the building. “Well, if it ain’t lil Buggy! It’s been years!”

  Out came an old felinae with graying fur and blue eyes that could cut steel. His nose was long, and his tail hairless. He wiggled his fingers with excitement. Every little twitch made his chipped whiskers shudder. The man had a sizable sheath and testicle. He must have retired from working in the fields some time back. Few of the mountain folk who made it past fifty continued working. His big, floppy ears perked up. Rumbug grinned. He scooped the ancient fella up and squeezed him tight. It took some effort to ignore how he could feel his ribs under his fur. “Croak! I didn’t think I’d see you again.” The two buried their faces in each other’s shoulders. Croak was warm and soft, just as Rumbug remembered. “You look so tired.”

  “I see the blessings of Voena are treating you well!” Croak patted Rumbug’s muscular shoulders. “It suits you. You’ve grown. Your balls swell with great mana, brother.”

  Rumbug gently bonked his forehead against Croak’s. “I wish I could say the same for you.”

  Croak chuckled. He hopped down and held open the colorful fabric door for the two to step inside. “It’s been some time since I was as full of magic as you. I was one of the lucky few able to produce an heir before it was too late.”

  Inside the building smelled strongly of herbs. It was carved into the mountainside, with a fireplace at the back. A shute above it kept smoke from filling the room as a pot had been put on to boil. Plush beds of fur and feathers lined the wall near the fire. Many were full of people in various states of illness. They were covered with blankets, but the sour scent of illness tinged the air. There were shelves littered with scraps of dried herbs. A table had a stained mortar and pestle, as well as various books, vials, and wooden bowls. Several of the older folk were inside. They tended to the ill. All were naked, save for pouches that hung over their shoulders. Those pouches should have been bursting with herbs. Now they were only full of what scraps they could scrounge up.

  Rumbug’s large rat ears folded back. His shoulders fell. “Oh, Croak…”

  Croak stood by the door. His excitement waned. “It has been tough. The terrace gardens have gone barren, and the food forests dried up many ages ago. We are glad to have you back, even if I know you’ll be gone before too long. I apologize that we cannot offer you food as we might once have.”

  Locust cleared her throat. “Actually, I was going to ask… You have lots of strong magic, right?”

  “You cannot be so rude as to demand something from a guest!” Croak chided.

  Rumbug chuckled. He nodded. “I do, indeed. My pilgrimage has brought me close to the powers of Voena.”

  “Then maybe you could help? If you want to– I mean. I know magic can be sort of draining, or whatever. We’re just almost out of food. A lot of people have died and–”

  Croak cut Locust off. “And we will move on and find better things.”

  As the two spoke, Rumbug approached the ill. Most were starving. Some were simply too weak to fight off illness. It was a great social taboo to ask something of a guest. Especially something so weighty. Rumbug’s lips thinned to a frown. “What about a trade, then? Shelter and a bit of food in return for a spell. It will not last forever, but it may allow you all a chance to restock your stores before the first snow. So long as you don’t mind helping me cast it, of course.”

  Rumbug winked at Croak, who sighed and let out a small chuckle. “You’re lucky I love you.”

~~

  Croak rode on Rumbug’s shoulders as they climbed down the mountain and onto one of the terrace gardens. It would have been a gorgeous sight were it not for the withered foliage. The setting sun cut crimson streaks across the sky. Locust kept up behind the two. Her gaze was on the distant horizon. She dodged the plants better than Rumbug, who struggled not to squash them under his big feet. He stopped in the middle of the terrace. Even the soil under his toes was dry. Too dry.

  Rumbug set Croak down. He patted the Felinae’s head. “The spell has not much changed since the last time we performed it. Honestly, I think it’d do you some good anyhow.”

  Croak scrunched his nose. “Are you calling me old?”

  “Very,” Rumbug teased as he punched his friend’s arm. “Locust, do you want to help, too?”

  The smaller felinae’s whiskers twitched at her name. She tilted her head. “Sure! But, uhm, I’m pretty new to all of this. You’ll have to guide me a bit.” Locust blushed. It was hard to see under her fur, but her nose and ear tips turned a darker shade of pink. “If it’s what I’ve read about, I’m kind of excited?”

  Rumbug gently cupped Locust’s face with one large hand. He ran his thumb over her cheek. “You’ll enjoy it. Just follow along with Croak.”

   Locust’s ear twitched. She sniffed Rumbug’s palm, then playfully nipped at his fingers. He laughed and pulled his hand away. Her fur was stringy when he ruffled it. Locust chomped at his hand, then scampered around behind him. She nuzzled into his back and breathed him in. Her breath hitched. “You smell so different. Like… what I imagine all of the forests would smell like before everything started to die.”

  Rumbug merely hummed. He nodded to Croak, who seemed more than happy to get started. The two stepped closer. Croak took Rumbug’s dick in his hands. Even now, it seemed to dwarf his tiny, twiggish fingers. He trailed the tips of his digits over the veins and soft flesh. Rumbug shuddered. A small, pleasant groan escaped him. His cock was warm, and grew warmer with every little touch. Rumbug was about to compliment his old friend’s technique when he squeaked with shock.

  Locust had spread Rumbug’s rump and pressed her muzzle into it. She lapped her rough tongue along the outsides of his pucker before digging in. It tasted of sweat and smelled of a sort of masculine musk. Rumbug laughed. “You’re an eager one, aren’t you?”

  The younger felinae moved with surprising skill. Croak clicked his tongue. He feathered several kisses along Rumbug’s tip. “That girl is obsessed with butts.”

  “It’s the texture! They’re so squishy!” Locust was indignant. “And I get such a good smell of the person. It’s nice! Intimate.”

  “I think you’re just horny.” Ironic, coming from the elder who worshipfully lapped up beads of precum.

  Locust let out a whine of frustration. “It’s not about that! Getting up close and personal with someone is special. There’s not many better ways than to be literally in them. To be surrounded by their smells and swallowed by their body. Also, it’s good texture and squishy. So that helps.”

  Rumbug chuckled. He shook his head at the two. His breath had grown heavy. As they worked at pleasuring him, he shut his eyes. There, in the darkness, Rumbug could reach out to the veil of magic that seeped from every soul. His was large. It was a thick, greenish color swirled with pinks from the blessing he received, as well as traces of those he had consumed in the past. Croak’s was a razor-sharp silver. The kind that belonged more on a blade than a man. A life of hunting and fighting often did that to a fellow. Then there was Locust, who swirled with whorls of dusty purple. Rumbug breathed them in. Took in their warmth. Their worshipping touch. They were so close that their souls intertwined with his.

  It was that warmth, that woven connection, that helped power the glowing beads of magic that swirled within Rumbug’s testicles. He hummed to himself before muttering soft sounds of prayer to Voena. They were not words. Voena was too wild a goddess to be disgraced with language. Instead, they were calls of the forest. Imitations of birds, or crickets, or croaking toads. They rumbled in his chest as more and more power gathered within him.

  Locust leaned into Rumbug’s ass. She buried her face as deep into him as she could manage. To her credit, she tried to copy the sounds and sensations, but she was truly at Rumbug’s mercy and not at all aided by the muffling of ass cheeks. Croak was far more practiced. His animalistic tones turned into a sort of call and response with Rumbug. They were but two birds calling to their mate.

  Voena’s blessing swirled within Rumbug. It danced with the love received from his friends. He willed it slowly up his shaft. Waves of energy made his dick pulse. Throb. Croak rolled his entire body along the length of it. His cock pressed against him, leaving a trail of precum in its wake. He lapped up Rumbug’s excitement, then planted a kiss at the tip. “I can feel you getting ready to burst. You must’ve been pent up for a while. It isn’t healthy to hold onto this much magical energy without release.”

  “I wanted to make sure it wasn’t wasted,” Rumbug said with a blush. He squeezed Croak closer with one hand around his hips. “And I have not needed a spell in quite some time. In the wilds, there is little need to change things when they are already so beautiful.”

  Croak stuck out his tongue. “Excuses, excuses.”

  Rumbug instinctively rolled his hips into Croak. He let out a low, bellowing groan. A shot of thick, magically imbued precum shot out and drenched the felinae. Croak’s eyes rolled back. He melted against Rumbug, licking the goo from his whiskers. The big, beastly fellow chuckled. His hips thrust faster. Faster. Then, he came.

  It was not just a fountain of spunk that gushed from Rumbug’s loins. It was a wave after wave of energy, particularly potent wherever the sperm landed. The waterfall washed over the crops. They perked up almost immediately. Thick vines sprouted up, only to be lit up with brilliant orange, pink, and yellow flowers. Those that had taken the brunt of cum had even gone so far as to sprout their product. Anything from barley to sweet berries, mushrooms to corn, and even some herbs. The waves of magic spread partially up the mountain as well. Bushes and grass turned from crunchy brown to stunning shades of emerald and jade.

  Rumbug sucked in a pleasurable breath. He rolled his head back and relaxed into the afterglow. Croak crumpled against him as well, snuggling against his bulging sack. It was only when Locust let out a pitiful whine that the two looked up. Her shoulders had fallen. “Look. That barely reached anything!”

  Sure enough, the spell had only covered a couple of the nearby terraces and some surrounding foliage. There were still acres of farmland and forest that remained dead or dying. Even the village, not so far away, lacked the color it needed. The explosion of life must have garnered some attention, though, because several other townsfolk approached. Felinae with gray or orange fur darted over. Their ears were perked with the excitement of staved-off starvation. Several hulfhorns joined them. Their grand horns had once been a sign of beauty and power, but hunger had turned them dull and brittle. Their wool, black and brown, covered hefty sheaths and perky nipples. Their long, floppy ears and twitching, pink noses both leaned in at the sight of fresh food.

  Rumbug brushed himself off. “The spell wasn’t strong enough to reach much… I’m sorry. There’s only so much I can do.”

  “There are other options,” Croak said with a layer of hesitation.

  Whispers darted between the crowd of gathered villagers. Croak chewed his whiskers. Rumbug tilted his head. “Tell me more.”

  Croak steeled himself. “We have this spell carved in runes upon the stones of history. They speak of a way to absorb someone so fully that their magical energy adds to yours. Not just through the mouth but through deeper means.”

  Rumbug raised an eyebrow. “I’ve vored people before.”

  “This is more. They are reborn as new life within the world, rather than coming back out sometime later. It is said to be intensely pleasurable and equally strong. They are distilled down to their very essence, then ejected into the spell.”

  There were the whispers again. People were nervous, sure, but those same people were buzzing with excitement. Rumbug scratched his neck. “We could certainly try.”

  Croak leaned against the cock. Rumbug shuddered at the gentle rise and fall of his breathing. He was so close. So warm. The elder felinae stroked it slowly. “Repeat the words after me. Allow the magic to radiate off of you. Then we shall know exactly what is needed when the time comes.”

  Rumbug had his doubts, but he trusted Croak with his life. If the old bastard was going to do something so sacrificial, then who was he to stop him? Plus, it felt amazing already. He copied the language sound for sound. There were no words—merely animalistic growls and grunts. Something that Rumbug was more than happy to indulge in. As he spoke, he felt the well of magic bubbling within him again. It swelled in his chest.

  The villagers crowded in. Some pleasured themselves or snuggled against their neighbors to lend a hand. Locust pressed her snoot right back into Rumbug’s ass. “Fuck, I can feel it… It’s buzzing on my tongue!” It was barely audible through the meat of his plump cheeks.

  Rumbug jerked his hips a bit when he felt Locust’s snout push fully into his butt. Not just between the cheeks, but fully slipping into his ass. Croak crawled around his cock and positioned himself on his big, soft tummy. He took Rumbug’s face in his paws. “Focus on me. Keep chanting. Release all of your stress.”

  It was hard to focus when Rumbug could feel Locust pushing deeper. More of her head slipped into his rump. He was stretched to what should have been his limits, but still she kept going. It did not hurt. By Voena, it was the best feeling he had ever felt. Rumbug hugged Croak close. He growled out the chants. His dick leaked beads of precum that dripped down. Any flora splashed by his essence grew in a flash. Twisting greenery darted this way and that. It danced around the feet of the villagers as they moaned into each other. Even their leaking cum turned the ground into a lush field.

  Locust was shoulder-deep. She pressed against Rumbug’s engorged prostate. He gasped. A shot of spunk arced through the air and created a rainbow of buzzing magic. Everything that it crossed flourished. Even the people, flecked with cum, were rejuvenated. It was a miracle. They grew stronger. Wider. Their faces flattened some to match Rumbug’s. Their ears and horns shrank while their tails followed suit. Those who had wool had their fiber grow thicker. Those without had grand curls of fur grow from their chest and chins.

  They were not the only ones to change. The deeper Locust slipped inside, the more Rumbug shifted. His eyes narrowed. They gained a feline quality. His tail lengthened a tad, and his muscles grew a bit more lithe. Compared to his grand, magical strength, Locust’s was little more than a drop in the sea. That did not make his appreciation any less. Rumbug’s belly stretched as Locust pushed halfway inside. His ears sharpened, and his canines grew.

  “We’re almost there,” Croak hummed. “Prepare yourself. Breathe.”

  Breathe. Rumbug nodded. He held Croak closer. Some part of him had been worried Locust was doing this out of obligation at first, but that part was dashed in that moment. He could feel his heart warm with her love. Her pleasure. Her pure, unadulterated joy. His soul grew. It swirled with dusty purple that joined in with his waves of magic.

  “I’m close…” Rumbug whined between chants.

  “Cum for us. Cleanse us with your power.”

  The request was not quite enough. Rumbug jerked himself off. The elder felinae grinded his hips against the beastly cock. It was getting harder and harder to do the more that Rumbug’s belly stretched. Locust’s feet kicked a bit as she was swallowed up. Then they disappeared into his ass.

  There was something about it. About being so entirely full of someone. It was not just sexual pleasure. It was something more. Words could not capture the warmth that bubbled in Rumbug’s belly. He could feel Locust in there. She pressed against the walls of his tummy as if lounging on a cozy couch. As he reached closer and closer to orgasm, he shrank. Not by much. Just enough to show that Locust was being absorbed by his magic.

  Then Rumbug reached his peak. He let out an animalistic howl that echoed across the mountaintops. The villagers joined in. Croak held Rumbug close. He could feel the shifting, squirming frame of Locust as she was turned into raw energy. Then it was blinding bliss.

  This orgasm was far larger than the last. It exploded into the sky, only to come raining down upon the land. Youth and strength washed over the villagers. The dying plants that surrounded the village turned a brilliant, lush green. Trees sprouted to life. Wildlife called in their distant branches. Wave after wave of cum kept flowing. It was laced with swirls of magic. Much of it was that soft, dusty purple. Fitting that the first flowers to bloom under their shared power were a matching color.

  Rumbug stumbled a bit as more of the spell raced across the land. He plopped onto his butt. Croak snuggled against his chest as his belly shrank. It was never fully flat. In fact, it was an even larger bump than before. They could feel the last of Locust inside. Squirming.

  When it came to an end, the villagers had been considerably changed. Their ears had flattened to match Rumbug’s, though they stayed pointed at the tip. Sharp canines matched those of Locust. Their tummies grew. Many had been made, quite literally, pregnant with Rumbug and Locust’s fertility. Even Croak had grown a belly to match. Their tails had shrunk, and their bodies were thick with muscle. The air smelled of sweet musk and bluet flowers.

  Rumbug sat up with a low groan. “That was… wow.”

  “Intense? Agreed.”

  The two chuckled. They nuzzled against each other, then gazed out across the mountainside. Rumbug’s shoulders fell. A sharp contrast to Croak, who leapt to his feet. The other villagers cheered with delight. Much of the land had turned back to its once-grand forest. Flowers and plant life grew with vigor. Many cried out that they had been saved.

  But Rumbug was not satisfied. The spell had only reached far enough to keep the village afloat.

~~

  Rumbug found out quickly that both his cock and tummy had grown enough to be a bit of a pain. He had to squeeze through the door of the dining hall to get inside. The villagers had dragged him to the end of a long, ancient, oaken table. Some had gathered some of the fresh veggies, while others prepared meat from chickens and hunted game. The air was full of thyme, sage, and mint. It made Rumbug’s mouth water. He lounged back in the chair he had been led to. There was a cushion made of the finest wool.

  Exhaustion ached in Rumbug’s bones. It had been the most powerful spell he had ever cast. He shut his eyes and let himself bask in the warmth. The business was surprisingly relaxing. Rumbug often preferred the calls of birds and insects to the clamor of society, but it was nice to know he was surrounded by those who were kind and loving.

  Croak plopped down in the seat next to him. He crossed his legs and let his tail, shorter than it was before, sway back and forth. A smile played on his lips. “It really is alright. We’re safe now. The forest is recovering.”

  Rumbug shrugged. “It’s not enough. There is more of this land to save, and we don’t know why the decay began in the first place or if it will come back. I’m not powerful enough to save it on my own, and you can’t all be expected to pick up your lives and leave. Voena gave me this blessing because she believed that I could help the world. But I couldn’t reach all that far, even with such a powerful spell.”

  “You’re being too hard on yourself. Relax.” Croak squeezed Rumbug’s leg. “No one can do everything at once.”

  Rumbug shot his friend a grateful smile. He put a hand on his own belly. It was still warm with Locust’s comfort and love. She would likely be reborn as one of the many children he had created that day, given nine months' time. Before Rumbug could respond, a large platter was set in front of him.

  The plate was absolutely full of delicacies. That was, perhaps, the very best part of civilization. They had many better ways of cooking. The meal was decadent. There were fine, spiced meats of all kinds. Not to mention sweet buns that had been made the day previous and warmed by the fire. Honey-filled tea was paired with a mug full of mead. A salad of chopped veggies was topped with a creamy sauce made from the milk of some of the hulfhorns. Rumbug had been given a fork that he completely ignored. He picked up strips of meat with his fingers and gobbled them down.

  The meal was one of those that fulfilled the mind and body. Everyone enjoyed the food with soft moans of delight. Rumbug most of all. He felt his own pleasure, but there was something more to it. It was a strange, tingling feeling of pride that may have been his but was also someone else’s. He teared up a bit as he stuffed his face. The tears were not Rumbug’s. They were Locust’s tears of joy. She had saved her people, and what was left of her in Rumbug’s body was reaping the rewards. He asked for seconds and thirds. Not just for himself. Rumbug wanted Locust to enjoy what she gave up so much for.

  When it was over, Rumbug collapsed back in his seat. He let out a satisfied sigh. “I missed feasts.”

  “Then you’ll have to visit more often,” Croak cooed. He cut his meat with a knife, moving far slower than Rumbug had. His plate had already been refilled once. “I would say before I die of old age, but I think that spell will keep that at bay for quite some time. I feel young again! Like back when we were kids running through the woods.”

  Rumbug smiled. He licked his fingers clean, then patted his tummy. “Okay, okay. I promise I’ll visit again. I’m not leaving yet, anyway. Gotta figure out how to make the spell stronger before I do. Do you think we could see those carvings you spoke of?”

  “Sure. I have a suggestion, if you don’t mind.”

  Rumbug nodded. He leaned in… Then used the opportunity to snatch up some more meat. It was perfect. Another shot of pride filled his chest. Rumbug had to fight himself not to cry again.

  Croak chuckled. He idly pushed his veggies around with his fork. “This problem has been going on for quite some time. I wouldn’t be shocked if the Capitol has some answer or another. The way I see it, the spell is mostly limited by the fact that we country bumkins don’t exactly have a ton of magic for you to absorb. Those in the City are said to be stronger. Never been myself, but I wouldn’t be shocked. Can’t be wealthy without being strong. Worst comes to worst, you go and tell them we have an answer of some kind. They turn you away and call you crazy. Best case scenario? They listen, and maybe help out some. Assuming you can get those rich bastards off their asses.”

  “That’s brilliant!” Rumbug’s eyes lit up. “You’re a genius. I’ll head out tomorrow and–”

  “Can you stay just a bit longer? Please?”

  Rumbug faltered at the utterly heartbroken look on his old friend’s face. He sighed. “You’re very lucky I love you. Do you know that?”

   Croak nodded. He grinned. “Thank you.”

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Part 1

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Cooking human meat turned out to be rather similar to cooking beef, although the smells were distinctly different. Human was sharper. Warmer. It made Ryan hungry, which made him sick. His morals had yet to fall away. He flipped the steak over. It sizzled. Bubbles of meat juice hissed and popped. Ryan was glad Felix had prepared the meat beforehand.

  The Master was due to come home soon. He expected dinner ready and set up at the table every day when he returned from work. Something that Ryan had learned quickly the first day he had spent alone at the house. Felix expected the place to be spotless. It helped that they rarely made a mess, except for all of the sex. Felix would use Ryan’s body whenever he wanted. He would fuck him while he was eating. Plow him while he was washing. Fill every one of his holes with toys and cock. Ryan would rarely spend the time Felix was home without at least one hole stuffed.

  Ryan stepped away from the pan to glance at his phone. Felix always shot him a text when he was headed home. There was a notification, but it was not the expected one from his master. It was from an unknown number. The Master had removed every saved contact in Ryan’s phone. He had blocked all of them. To receive an unknown text was odd. Especially since it did not look like a spam text.

  “Hey. Something’s wrong. I’m sorry if this is too much. This will be my last message to you. You’ve disappeared, and I’m worried about you. The big boss says to just leave it alone. That someone’s taking care of you. If you need help, I’m here. Even if it’s just bringing you some soup or something. I know we’re not close, but… I dunno. Sorry. See you later?”

  Ryan stared at the text. His stomach twisted up. There was that buzz. That call that chewed at the back of his mind. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. It did not make sense, though. The Master was kind. He was sweet. Loving. Felix used every part of his body and praised him for it. Ryan’s fingers twitched. He opened the message. “Who is this?” He texted back.

  There were those three dots. The person was typing. Ryan was frozen. His stomach was twisted into a thousand knots. He hardly noticed the smell of burning meat. The person finally answered. “Shira. Are you okay??”

  Ryan did not hear the front door open. He did not hear the approaching footsteps. His hand shook as it hovered over the phone’s keyboard. Something gnawed at him. He wanted to tell her he was fine, but his mind fought against itself. Ryan did not want to lie. But why would it be a lie?

  “You’ve burnt dinner.” Felix muttered into Ryan’s ear. He grabbed his ass. “I’m not mad, but I am awfully disappointed–”

  Ryan’s breath caught. He instinctively leaned back into Felix’s touch. Dread twisted inside him. “Master! I– I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I promise. Someone texted me and it was a big distraction. I can fix it. Please don’t be mad at me.”

  Felix did not respond. A look of cruel hatred spread across his face as he stared down at the phone. He scooped it up. Ryan let out a whine. It took every fiber of his being to not try to grab it back. Especially when Felix started typing. There was a long, tense moment. Ryan squirmed. Tears bubbled at the corners of his vision. He moved to fix the burning meat, but the Master hooked his arm around his hips. His nails dug into Ryan. That earned a gasp. Felix tossed his phone back on the counter. “Send that.”

  Send it? Ryan swallowed hard as his eyes flicked over the text. It read as such: “Don’t fucking talk to me ever again, you worthless cunt. You’re a creep. Can’t you understand that I have a life? That I don’t want some crazy fucking bitch constantly bugging me? I blocked you for a reason. Fuck off.”

  Ryan shook his head. “That’s so… so mean…”

  Felix grabbed Ryan’s chin with his free hand. He forced him to look into his eyes. All at once, the fog filled Ryan’s head. His mind emptied. His mouth fell open as he struggled to breathe. All he could think about was Felix and how he felt about everything. How much it must have hurt the Master to see him acting this way. Tears streaked down his face. Felix was not enraged. He was hurting at the betrayal of his trusted pet. Ryan was horrible. He was pathetic. He should have berated the woman for even pestering him like that.

  “M-Master… I’m so sorry,” Ryan blubbered. He trembled like a kicked dog. “I’m so, so sorry. I did not want to hurt you. Master… Oh, Master. I promise you I’ll do better. I’ll never talk to anyone again. Please don’t be mad, Master. This isn’t your fault. It’s mine. How can I make it up to you? Tell me! I’ll do anything. Please…”

  It was all said between shaky sobbing. Felix kept a serious face all the way until the end. Then he sighed and gestured at the phone. Ryan sent the message without a single thought. He blocked the new number. That woman did not know anything. She was just a creep who never left him alone. Felix pet his head. “Good boy. We all make mistakes sometimes. What matters is that you repay them… especially because you’ve burnt the last bit of my last toy. Now what will we have for dinner?”

  “I can m-make something vegetarian! Or uh… run to the store and pick up some beef? We need to go shopping soon anyways, so–”

  Felix shook his head. There was that disappointment again. It made Ryan sob. Felix sighed. “You know… You need to be punished after your idiotic little slip up. It seems only fitting that it be right now. Go lay down on the kitchen table.”

  Ryan blinked. He knew, logically, that he should have been more nervous. The fog in his brain made that impossible. Hell, he was sort of relaxed. Ryan pushed himself to move. He crawled onto the table and laid down flat. It was impossible to see the Master from his position. There was clanging. The noise of metal sliding out of wood should have made Ryan’s stomach turn. A knife. Any logical person would be scared of those. Ryan could hardly be called a person.

  Felix strode over. He tugged Ryan’s legs up and propped them on his shoulders. “What a good boy. You’re already ready for me. How cute. This is why I love you so much. You’re just an obedient little slut.”

  The words made Ryan’s heart flutter. His dick put a tent in his apron. He covered his face with an arm. It was impossible to respond with just how flustered he was. Felix unzipped his pants. He pressed his fat dick against Ryan’s ass. There was a shock of cold when he dribbled lube all over the entrance. Ryan gasped. His hips twitched into his Master as his butthole was massaged. Felix pressed his tip against the tight pucker. It teased him for only a moment. Then the Master slipped more than half of his length inside.

  Ryan howled with pleasure. His hips slammed back. He was as bad as a dog in heat. Tears rolled down his face. Ryan sobbed. It was a strange mix of pure, animalistic euphoria and a terror that was being pounded out of him with every thrust. He looked up at his Master to see Felix holding a knife. It glistened in the light. Perfectly sharped. Perfectly prepared. It was the type of knife one would use to carve a turkey. Felix pounded Ryan so casually, it was as if his upper half was disconnected. He grabbed rubbing alcohol and carefully cleaned the surface of the blade. “I wouldn’t want you getting an infection and spoiling my meat.”

  “Wh..wha?” Ryan managed through a groan.

  The words dragged their way through Ryan’s mind as if through a pit of tar. He could only focus on the intense pleasure as he fulfilled his purpose. Some part of him knew he was in danger, but what did it matter? He was enjoying himself. A cry of pleasure escaped him when the blade pressed against his belly. It was icy cold. Every little twitch caused him to nick himself on the razor edge. Tiny beads of blood bubbled around it. Felix spoke gently. Lovingly. “Careful now. This will hurt, and you will love every second. Relax and it shall be easy.”

  Ryan nodded. He wanted to cry out that he would do anything for Master, but all that came out was a useless slur of syllables. Felix slipped the blade down. It carved through the top layer of flesh with ease. Never quite carving deep enough to anything vital. Just enough to get a thick slab of meat. Ryan screamed. Sparks shot through his mind. They were blinding. It was impossible to tell pleasure from pain. His only saving grace was that the knife cut smoothly. Felix carefully removed the meat and set it on a clean plate. Blood rolled out of Ryan in rivers. It drenched the table. His head spun as he screamed and sobbed and twitched. He was inches from cumming until Felix spoke again.

  “Remember. No orgasm. Not until I’m ready for you to cum. You’re a good boy. You handled this so well. I’m so proud of you.” Felix feathered kisses over Ryan’s cheeks before planting a deeper one on his lips. Then he grabbed some disinfectant, a coagulating gel, and bandages. All of it had been set up nearby so that he never had to fully pull out. He kept pounding as he treated the wound. “Now we have meat for dinner. I do expect you to cook it right this time. I can trust you to do that, can’t I? You’re my good boy. You’ll do whatever I say. I know you liked it. Your ass is clenching. Begging for me to stuff it. Are you ready for my cum?”

  Ryan whined. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. All self control had been lost. If it were not for the direct command, he would have been spraying cum like a fire hose. The anti-biotic burned. His hips slammed back as he took the entire length.

  Felix licked blood from his fingers. His breath sped up. He leaned in and kissed Ryan deeply. The Master pressed his tongue inside. It was coppery. That was the taste of Ryan’s own ichor. His whole body was wracked with tremors. It tasted so good. Felix moaned into his mouth. He bit down on Ryan’s lip as orgasm crashed over him. Rope after thick, hot rope poured deep into his guts. It stuffed Ryan to his limits. His eyes rolled. His breath went still. Any normal human would have cum.

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  It had turned out to be much harder to cook when one had a carved up belly and had nearly passed out from multiple orgasms up the ass. Ryan managed it. Even if the Master made it nearly impossible by continuing to tease him and plow his butt while he cooked. He had Ryan suck him off while he ate, then sent him off to the bathroom with a warning that he would be there soon.

  Felix had told Ryan to get on his knees in the shower. He had told him that he wanted to clean up after such a messy meal. Ryan was more than happy to comply. The pathetic, bandaged, naked man sat on his knees in the shower. It made them ache but he paid them little mind. His heart raced as he waited. All he could think about was getting his lips around his Master’s cock.

  Felix slipped into the bathroom. He had slipped off all of his clothing. Ryan stared, mouth agape. There was that perfect, sculpted frame. It was kalossian. He wanted to bury his face in those juicy pecs. His dick was hard as steel, ironic because Felix was only half chub. The Master slipped into the shower. He turned on the water. It did not matter to him that the icy spray hit Ryan, nor that it soaked his bandages and made the water run red. He grabbed a loofah and prepared a lovely smelling soap. Lavender. It made Ryan’s cock twitch. Felix lazily tossed the loofah to his pet. “Bathe me. I’m covered in your filth.”

  Ryan was more than happy to oblige. He carefully scrubbed every inch of his Master’s legs and feet, then trailed up to his hips. It was difficult to think through the way the soap stung his wound. He was forced to stop when Felix pushed his head back.

  “One moment,” Felix groaned through gritted teeth. He aimed his dick at Ryan’s face. The pet’s eyes lit up. He knew exactly what his Master was doing. Felix had done it before. Many times, by that point. It was the perfect reminder of what he was. A pathetic little tool. Felix rolled his head back and sighed. “Fuck, that’s nice. You make a damn good toilet.”

  The Master let loose a stinking stream of piss that hit Ryan directly in the face. It was warm. Disgustingly warm. It ran down his cheeks and over his lips. The piss was salty, too, and tasted of the dinners Ryan had prepared. He teared up, though he did not know why. It brought him pure euphoria to be used by his master like a pathetic little toilet. Tears streamed down his face. He opened his mouth and laughed, even as he was hit with even more piss. Some slid down his body and stung his wound. More got in his hair. It marked him as Felix’s. Who would want him knowing he was such a worthless piece of shit that he got off to being used as a human urinal?

  Felix wiped the last dribbles of urine on Ryan’s cheek. He groaned with pleasure. “Good boy. I feel much better. Tell me, do you like it? Show me how dirty you are.”

  Ryan nodded. He lapped at the tip of Felix’s cock. Between licks, he moaned out his words. “Master, I love you. I love this. Everything you’ve done for me has turned me into the best version of myself. It’s turned me into everything I deserve. I’m your worthless cum dump. Use me as your urinal. It’s what I’m meant to be. I love you, Master!”

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  Over the next week, it was getting harder and harder for Ryan to think. He had defaulted to sitting and staring at the door when he was not cleaning or cooking. All he would dream about was the Master’s dick. All he would crave was being stuffed. It took Felix commanding him to eat for him to remember to do it.

  That day, Felix had come home early. He had grabbed Ryan and started pounding him over the dining table. Hard. It was the hardest he had ever plowed his fuck toy. He was clearly excited for something. What it was, Ryan was uncertain. Not that he cared. All he knew was that he was pleasing his master just right. Pleasure turned his brain into mush. It was getting harder and harder to think with every thrust. All he wanted was to cum, but Felix had yet to let him.

  “Look at you. Such a cute little whore. Do you know what I’m going to do with you tonight? Tonight is the night that I’m turning you into dinner. I’ll fuck you until your brain melts and you are nothing more than a puddle on the table. Then I’ll get the butcher knife and process your body. I’ll drain you of blood. And while it drains? I’ll fuck your limp excuse of a corpse.”

  Ryan moaned. What little was left of his fragile mind knew he should have been terrified. But why should he be? It was everything he wanted. Everything he deserved. “Thank you, Master!” Ryan screamed, “Please, I need to be yours. All yours. I need you to eat me up and make us one! Fuck my brain out of me. I don’t need it. A stupid fucking whore doesn’t deserve to think!”

  Felix pounded faster. Harder. He wrapped his fingers around Ryan’s neck. The slut’s eyes rolled back. His airway was cut off. “Fuck,” Felix moaned. “I love you. Such a good little toy. It’ll be a shame to see you go. It’s not often I get such a perfect whore. So tight. So obedient. I love you so much.”

  Love. The word made Ryan tear up. “I l-love you too, M-master!” He wheezed.

  Those blessed fingers dug in deeper. Felix ripped into Ryan’s ass. He pushed him into a kiss that robbed him of the last of his air. When he broke it, he nipped Ryan’s lip hard enough to punch through the soft skin. They shared the blood in their mouths with another kiss. It was blinding. Overwhelming. Ryan felt as though he might explode. Weeks of blue balls were catching up to him. Sparks of pleasure covered the ache in his loins. He gripped onto Felix for dear life.

  Every thrust slammed coherent thought further out of Ryan’s head. He buried his face in Felix’s shoulder. It was warm. Comforting. It was Ryan’s entire world, and that was how he wanted it to be. He sobbed and screamed and begged with sounds that could hardly be described as words. His eyes rolled. Ryan was so close. All he had to do was…

  “Cum. Cum for me. Show me just how much you love me. I want to feel you cum.”

  The order drove Ryan over the edge in an instant. His mind went white as wave after wave of orgasm crushed his mind. He screamed, though he could hardly understand that he was making any noise. All that he knew was that it felt good to give it all up. Pure, white, empty pleasure. His mind was melting. He knew it was for as long as there was enough of it to know. Ryan, or what was left of him, bucked desperately into his lover. Shots of cum hit him in the face. They painted Felix’s chest.

  Everything was empty bliss. No more thought. No more coherent understanding. Not that Ryan would have wanted that if he were still capable of want. He was nothing. Just a worthless little puddle on the floor. Considered human only by the shape of his body. Spunk kept coming. It drenched the two men. His cock twitched as it kept going until there were only tiny dribbles left. That was all Ryan was. A cum sleeve meant to be broken and plowed. He twitched and squirmed. It was pure instinct. There was nothing left inside to do it consciously.

  Felix pulled out. He shot his own cum into the swirling mess of Ryan’s. “Fuck… such a good little whore… Gh… I haven’t had a pet like you in a long time. Don’t worry. I’ll use your body well.”

  The Master patted Ryan’s face. He did not react. All there was was another shot of pleasure that made him squirt more beads of cum. He drooled uselessly. Felix giggled. He wiped himself off with a wash cloth, then grabbed the butcher knife. It was huge. Made for carving large animals. Felix traced his finger over the cool metal. He had sharpened it to perfection in preparation. The master grinned.

  “Just remember that I do this because I love you. Because devouring you is pure bliss. I have loved you from the moment I saw you, and I want you to feel it.”

  Of course, Ryan could not respond. He did not even process the words. The limp excuse for a human only twitched on instinct when the cool metal of the blade was pressed against his throat. Felix held his head in place by the hair. He narrowed his eyes as he traced a line to follow. It bubbled with tiny beads of blood. Felix lifted the knife, then brought it back down with a swift slice.

  The Master was an expert butcher. He had carved just deep enough to cut open the esophagus. A fresh well of gore sprouted. It rushed down Ryan’s neck and drained onto the table. The dying whore’s body convulsed on instinct. It gasped and wheezed. Felix watched him squirm. He stroked himself to the twitching. “Fuck… That’s hot.”

  Felix only went back in when the twitching ceased. When the wheezing had turned into gurgling, then melted away into nothing at all. Bloody drool oozed from Ryan’s lips. Felix spun the knife in his hand. He carefully spread each of Ryan’s limbs. It started at the left shoulder. Felix brought the knife down with a wretched crunch. The blade punched through the socket and slipped the arm free. Then he went down and got the elbow. That was followed by the wrist. Each piece was carefully lined up and inspected. Felix grinned.

  The other arm was next, followed by the legs. Each leg took much more hacking than either of the arms combined. The meat was thicker there. As were the bones. Felix held the left leg in place. He pulled back the flesh so as little of it covered the hip socket as possible. One hack managed to cleave halfway through, but it took two more before the limb was fully severed. The skin there was tougher. It was a struggle to split it apart. One’s knee cap also made it difficult to cut through. It needed to be cleaved through on its own. Then Felix could get to the rest of the leg. All of that struggle made the ankle look easy. One smooth chop was all it took. He knew some people who might be interested in Ryan’s feet. Maybe he would sell them off.

  Finally was to remove the head. Felix was expert enough to cut in the incision he had already made. Still, the spine was a certain pain in the ass. The way it folded over itself meant it took considerable force to cleave through. Felix gritted his teeth as he brought the blade down. There was a wretched crunch, then Ryan’s skull rolled free. The master squeaked. He caught it just before it fell and splatted on the floor.

  With each limb removed, Felix stood back to admire his work. He trailed his fingers over the stumpy torso. His dick drooled precum. “So beautiful. A shame your body won’t last forever.” He trailed kisses up the belly and chest. “I love you. Cute little thing. You’ll make a lovely burger. Perhaps some sausage or a meat pie. I’d put Sweeny Todd to shame with pies made from you.”

  Felix pulled away. He grabbed his carving knife and set to work. It started with carving the thick, juicy slabs of meat from the legs. Thighs were one of the best parts of any animal being butchered. Felix piled his prey’s meat slabs on a large plate to be packaged and stored for later. He tossed the bones into the sink. They would make great use as stock in a soup, or ground up to be used in his garden. Felix was efficient. He knew how to cut so that he did not miss an ounce of fat or muscle. Even the smallest chunks were put onto the platter.

  There was less meat on the arms, but Felix was careful to get every part. He separated it from the leg meat on a different plate and noted out loud, “I can’t afford to get those two mixed up again. It messes with the food.”

  Felix continued to talk to Ryan as he cut away at his chest. He found it soothing, and only fair to the man he had killed. It was like talking to a plant or pet.

  “You have such nice meat. I prepared your body well. Don’t worry. I won’t waste a bit. You worked so hard to be such a fine meal. It would be a shame to ruin even a little bit of that. Such a good boy… Tell you what. Tonight, I’ll make you into a curry. That always was your favorite. Then the very first thing you’ll be when you're dead is something you love.”

  It took over two hours to properly butcher Ryan’s body. All the while, Felix spoke to him. Told him of all the things he would do with his corpse. He spoke so lovingly as he drew organs out of his prey’s tummy. Cooed about how fine and beautiful his bones were. In the end, he started packaging the meat, leaving only the head for him to fuck as he pleased.

Part 2

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The Starbucks was bustling. The sounds of snappy customers and screaming children made any one of the workers want to rip their hair out. It was one of those days where Ryan swore that everything in the world was out to fuck him and his coworkers over. One of the local high school’s had their graduation merely an hour before; Friday was one of their highest traffic days normally, and two people had quit before their shift had even started. Ryan could only think about how he was not paid enough to manage all of this shit as he rung up order after order. Each more painfully complicated than the last.

  Ryan did not look up at the customer until he heard the dreaded words. “One oat milk latte please.”

  The Starbucks manager’s stomach twisted. He steeled his resolve. His gaze shot up, though he had yet to fully process the man. Not when all he saw was a crowd of pissy customers who might bite his head off. “Sorry, sir. We’re all out of oat milk.”

  Then Ryan braced for the third person to scream at him over their lack of such a simple ingredient. The screaming never came. He blinked, then fully took in the man before him. It took all of his self-control for his mouth not to fall open. The man was drop-dead gorgeous. He was ripped. His rippling muscles strained against his button-up as if they were trying to tear free. His smile was kind and genuine, with perfect, pearly teeth. The man’s hair was groomed out of his face, but still a bit windswept and messy. Blue eyes seemed to read into Ryan’s soul.

  On top of it all, the man had a voice one could only describe as soothing. “It’s alright. I’ll have it with coconut milk then. I understand.”

  Ryan could have cum for this man on the spot. He almost teared up. “Right– Uh. Can I get a name for that order?” He grabbed a glass with one hand and punched the order into the register with the other. “We’ll have it out to you as soon as we can, but things are pretty busy right now.”

  The man chuckled and nodded. “I noticed. Makes me glad I don’t work in fast food anymore.” Even his laugh was as sweet as honey. “Felix. Spelled with an x.”

  Felix punctuated his name with a wink. Ryan could feel his heart stop. He sputtered a bit and prayed that his blush was not as bright as it felt. “Right. Thank you for your patience, Felix.”

  The name was sweet on Ryan’s tongue. He watched Felix wander off to a seat. It was hard to resist staring at that perfectly sculpted butt as he went. The next customer in line cleared her throat. “I’ll have a Vente matcha latte with cold foam, caramel drizzle and…”

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  Ever since that day, Ryan hoped he would see Felix again. Preferably on one of their less busy days. He thought about the man near constantly. Maybe even to an unhealthy degree. It did not help that Ryan had little to his name. He was no-contact with his family after they kicked him out for being, in their words, a pansy-ass fag. Something that still chewed at him to this day. His work kept him from making any real friends, and Starbucks was a revolving door of employees. There was certainly never a chance to date.

  It took four days before Felix showed up again. The shift had been slow. Ryan was cleaning the counter and occasionally looking up, hoping he would see the man. He almost did not believe it when it actually happened. Ryan rushed to the cash register. “Hey, Felix! Welcome back. We have oatmilk in stock today.”

  Felix chuckled. The noise warmed Ryan’s heart. “Awww, just for me? And you remembered my name? I’m flattered. I’ll have one of those. Get me a quiche too. Warm, if you can.”

  “Of course.” Ryan punched in the order. He was blushing again. Had it been too weird for him to remember the customer’s name? Now he was overthinking. “You were just nice on a day we needed that.”

  Felix leaned on the counter. He was not shy about looking Ryan over. “Hard not to be nice to someone so cute.”

  Ryan choked up. It was all he could do to sputter, “Oh, thank you.”

  “Of course. If you’re comfortable with it, I’d love to get your number. No pressure, though. I just don’t wanna miss this opportunity.”

  Ryan squeaked. He grabbed the glass for the latte and started filling it. Felix’s gaze burned into him with every step of the process. When it was finished, he took a moment to write his number on the cup. His handwriting was shaky with nerves. “Here you go. I’ll have that quiche out for you in a bit. Uhm… Thank you. Again. For your patience. I’m not really used to getting flirted with either.”

  That blush deepened. Ryan busied himself in preparing the quiche. Felix lifted an eyebrow. “I find that hard to believe. Someone as handsome as you deserves to be doted on.” He broke into a laugh. A warm, full belly laugh. “I hope I’m not acting too creepy. You’ve just enchanted me.”

  Enchanted. The flowery language made Ryan’s head spin. His face was on fire. “Don’t worry. I’m not complaining.”

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  Ryan stared at his phone. He lay back in his bed, lit only by the dim glow of the screen. Felix had really texted him. It was not some fucked up prank. Just a genuine text asking how he was doing. He asked about how the workday was. Wondered if there had been any crazy customers like the first time they had met. Ryan had yet to build up the courage to respond. His heart raced. It felt as though it might explode out of his chest. He swallowed hard, then forced himself to text. Ryan rewrote the words over and over before finally landing on the following text.

  “Hey! It was good. Busy, lol. No crazy customers today. Thank god. How’re you?”

  A text that short should not have taken Ryan fifteen minutes to type out, but he could not help it. The last thing he wanted to do was fumble someone as beautiful as Felix. Just the thought of him turned him on. He slipped his hand into his boxers and idly stroked himself. “Fuck…” Ryan whispered.

  Ryan felt like the world’s most disgusting pervert. It was only made worse by a realization. He had Felix’s name and number. A bit of Google searching was all it took to find the man’s Instagram. His heart skipped a beat. Felix was the sort to post pictures of his life. Shirtless pictures, mostly. Some at the beach, where his beautiful body was slicked with sweat. Others at the gym. He flexed his muscles in the mirror and took pictures that would have made any man jealous.

  Ryan’s breath caught in his throat. He stroked himself faster. “I’m disgusting…” He whispered. “Disgusting fucking pervert.”

  That only made Ryan go faster. He could imagine Felix chastising him. Calling him a pervert as he forced him to jerk off to pictures of his fat pecs and six-pack. There were even some where he got a good look at Felix’s bulge. It was big. Certainly the biggest Ryan had ever seen. His breath came in ragged pants. He needed to stop. Felix had not consented to this. Ryan was disgusted with himself.

  The final picture that made Ryan cum was Felix in such a tight business suit that the buttons were straining and pockets of his chest showed through. The pants were so tight that one could see every ridge and line from his cock. There was a caption that read, “Looks like I need some new clothes for the office.”

  Ryan’s eyes were glued to that bulge as he came. It was the hardest orgasm he had had in his entire life. Spunk shot all over his phone and hands. He crumpled back onto the bed. What a disgusting failure of a man. Felix would hate him if he knew.

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  The next two weeks had Ryan falling into a spiral. Every day, he would hope Felix would come to Starbucks for an oatmilk latte. He saved oatmilk for just that exact drink on any day where they were running low. Felix did come almost every one of those days. They would have a brief conversation. Always something fairly benign. Felix was a slow texter. He only responded a couple of times a day. Ryan learned he was an accountant for a large firm. Felix went to the gym regularly and kept a strict diet. He was a surfer when he had free time, but would joke about how rare free time was.

  Felix became all-consuming. When he was not around, Ryan would think about him. There were times he had to hide in the supply closet because just the thought of the man who was courting him turned him into a horny animal. He would whip out his phone and blow a load to some picture of Felix’s handsome face. There were times he forgot an order because he was daydreaming about dating the man. Other times he would forget to eat because he was scrolling Felix’s Instagram. It was one of these times when Ryan was on his lunch break that one of his coworkers approached him.

  Shira put a hand on her manager’s shoulder. She was a goth girl who was in college to study marine biology. No doubt she would be gone the moment she finished her final year. A shame, really. She and Ryan would have gotten along well. They shared many of the same interests. “Hey, dude. You good? You haven’t touched your food, and I think your break’s almost over.”

  Ryan barely glanced up at his coworker. He continued to scroll as he spoke. “I’m fine. Get back to work.”

  “I’m just a bit worried. I don’t want to overstep because we’re not close or anything, but you’ve been acting weird lately–”

  “It’s fine,” Ryan snapped. “I’m fine. Can you fuck off and get your work done? It’s my break. I don’t want to be bothered if it’s not important.”

  Shira flinched back. She mouthed for words, but none came. Her shoulders fell, and a sigh escaped her. “Fine. Sure. Whatever. See you in five.”

  With that, Shira wandered back to her station. Ryan did not bother to watch her go. He was glued to his screen. Some time ago, he would have felt bad for snapping at his coworker. A part of him still did. That part was crushed out by a much more invasive thought. He did not need flighty friends who would leave him in less than a year’s time. Especially since he had Felix.

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  “Do you want to come over to my place and have dinner tonight?”

  The text had been burned into Ryan’s memory from the amount of times he had read it. He had rushed home from work that night and tore through his closet to find the nicest clothes he had without straight-up wearing a tuxedo. A simple, powder-blue polo and khakis would have to work. He had texted back with an immediate yes. Something he was not supposed to have done while at work. A rule that he had been ignoring for days now.

  Ryan stood outside of Felix’s house. His heart roared in his ears. He felt as though he might faint. Ryan’s hand trembled when he knocked on the door. The place was no mansion, but it was certainly nice. It was a two-story home in the suburbs with freshly painted walls and a manicured lawn. The kind of place that would typically be so far out of Ryan’s price range that he could not imagine living there. Certainly not alone. It seemed Felix’s job paid well.

  The door creaked open, and there stood Felix. He wore a button-up that had the top several buttons open to reveal his plump pecs. Felix had put on a nice, musky cologne and slicked his hair back with gel. “There’s the handsome bastard. Come on in. A bit of an apology ahead of time. As much as I like to cook, I’m not always the best at it.”

  “It’s alright! I’m terrible at cooking.” Ryan scooted inside. He slipped off his shoes and followed Felix deeper inside. “Thank you for inviting me.”

  Inside was just as beautiful as the outside. There were paintings all along the walls. The smell of cleaner was pleasantly lemony. His floor was decorated with plush rugs on top of hardwood. There was a bowl full of keys by the door and a rack full of jackets. Felix even had a fishing hat. Ryan paused. He stared at the hat. There were some reddish spots on it. Blood stains?

  “This way’s the dining room!” Felix cooed. He led the way to a separate room with an old, oaken table. It was set for two. There were candles and wine. They were the exact picture of romance. “Feel free to sit. I’ll bring dinner to the table.”

  Ryan slipped into one of the seats. They had cute blue cushions with gold lining. It was so entirely soft and comfy. He melted back into it. A long sigh of relaxation escaped him. Felix scooted off into another room. Presumably the kitchen. The smell of stew wafted into the dining room. It made Ryan drool. He leaned back and glanced at his phone. There was a text from Shira. Ryan almost ignored it, but then he remembered that he had to do his job. If there was an emergency, he needed to get someone on that.

  “Hey, Ryan. I just wanted to check in. I’m sorry that I pushed too hard yesterday. I’m just worried about you. You’ve been acting weird lately. I don’t want to pry too much, but I’m concerned.”

  Ryan’s shoulders fell. His stomach dropped. He remembered the way he snapped at her and a bubble of guilt boiled in his throat. Ryan started to respond back, but the words could not come to him. It occurred to him that his mind was all sorts of fuzzy. A heavy fog hung over him. He searched for words. None could make it through the cloud. A weight dug into his chest. Something was wrong, but he could not put his finger on what.

  “I hope beef stew is okay!~”

  The moment he heard Felix’s voice, Ryan forgot about the text. He nearly dropped his phone as he fumbled to put it back into his pocket. His eyes lit with excitement. “It’s good– Great! I love meat. Beef. Thick juicy beef. Ha. Hahaha. Beef stew is fine.”

  Felix chuckled as he stepped over and set a pot of stew on a hot pad. He ladled stew into each of their bowls. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

  Ryan felt as though he might melt. Yet, there was still that nagging feeling. The knowledge that something was wrong. He stared down into his stew. It smelled perfect. Ryan was at dinner with the perfect man. Nothing should be wrong about it. Had he always been so entirely enthralled by Felix? Had he always thought he was perfect? That seemed weird. Of course he did. Why would he not?

  “I’m glad you came today, because I think it’s time for a serious discussion.”

  Ryan’s heart stopped. He looked up. “Did I do something wrong? I want to date you! Please. I’ll fix it. Whatever it is, I can change.”

  Felix chuckled as he waved a dismissive hand. “No, no. You’re always so nervous. It isn’t that. I’m not going to let you leave that easily. What I want to talk to you about is your new role.”

  Ryan blinked. He tilted his head. “Like a promotion? But we don’t work at the same place.” His brain dragged itself through a pit of sludge. His instincts had him uneasy, but that seemed ridiculous. Ryan could trust Felix with his life. “Unless you’re some CEO or some shit. Like in uh… One of those cheesy romances?”

  That earned a giggle from the muscular fellow. Felix shook his head no. He ate a bite of soup. Ryan copied him. He did not want to be rude. Felix wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Not quite. I have spoken to your boss. You’re fired.”

  Silence. Ryan narrowed his eyes as he tried to think through what that could mean. “You got me fired…? But I’ve been working there for years…” It was not anger, so much as confusion.

  “It needed to be done. A bit of claiming sexual harassment and threatening legal action was all it took.” Felix said it all so casually, as if it were everyday conversation. He was animated when he spoke. Moving his hand. Circling his spoon idly in the air. “You’re my new fuck sleeve after all. I can’t have you running off to Starbucks every day, and I certainly can’t risk you telling anyone else. That could put me in some real danger. Then I would not be able to turn such a cute, little submissive bitch into my pet!”

  Ryan dropped his spoon. His eyes widened. He wanted to be angry, but he found himself getting hornier by the word. “You can’t do that. That’s insane. You’re insane…” The words were hollow.

  “Maybe. But you’re here willingly. Sort of.” Felix waved a dismissive hand. “Submissive whores fall for me so easily. It’s written in their DNA. They take one look– One little glance, and they fall for my spell. That’s it. That’s all it takes. It’s cute, really. Seeing your stupid brain fall apart the moment you see me. Your pupils get all big. It makes me want to squish your cheeks and kiss your little nose.”

  Ryan hated how his brain processed that as a compliment. He covered his face with his hand. “S-Stop… Please… I want to go home.”

  “Do you? Tell me honestly. Because it looks like you want to stay with me.”

  All Ryan could manage was a pathetic sputter. He shrank in his seat. His dick strained against his khakis, aching to be touched. Felix raised an eyebrow. He gestured to the stew. Ryan blushed and nodded. He followed the man’s silent command without a single complaint. The flavor was heavenly.

  “You’re mine now, and you’ll be staying here unless otherwise commanded. I will use your body however I wish. You will fall for me more every time you see me. When we touch, your brain will lose more of itself. When I stuff you full of my cum, your mind will melt away. I will bend you over and fuck you in every position imaginable. You’re going to beg for it.” All of this was said casually as Felix continued to eat. One would be convinced it were a normal date were they not able to hear the words. “You will be my slave. It will involve cooking, cleaning, and offering your body to me. Your mind will betray you. Your body will betray you. Before long, you’ll be clinging to me when I get home and humping my leg like a desperate dog. I will use you however I wish. Fucking your face. Your ass. You’ll be nothing more than my urinal and cum dump. And when it’s over? When you’ve become something that pathetic and broken? Your mind will be erased. Every trace of you will be gone.”

  Ryan’s breath caught in his throat. “And after that?”

  “I only enjoy pets I can tear apart,” Felix hummed. “So I’ll kill you. Don’t worry. I don’t waste a single part of my prey. Honestly, I think trophy hunting is despicable. Your meat will be used to feed me and my next pet. That’s what is in this stew. The last man I broke. The skin will be repurposed for leather, and the bones for artistry and glue.”

  It was the most disgusting thing Ryan had ever heard. He gagged. It hit him that the beef had never quite been the right texture. Ryan stared into the bowl. He poked at the chunks of meat. It was disgusting. Ryan knew it was. So why did he go in for another bite? He could not stop himself. His hands shook. Tears bubbled at the corners of his vision.

  “Sometimes I make sausage with the organs as a casing. Other times, I prefer to use them as meals of their own. Human liver is delicious if cleaned properly.” Felix laughed as if he were telling some anecdote at the office. “I made that mistake once. I was on the toilet for hours. That sucked. So, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to prepare you without any flaw.”

  It was a strange feeling. To feel the adrenaline pumping through Ryan’s veins, yet to be unable to know if it was fear or excitement. The logical part of his brain knew that he needed to run. That the man in front of him was insane. That he should throw his soup at Felix and make for the door. Ryan put a hand on his head. It was getting harder to hear that voice. Things were too foggy to understand it.

  “Finish your stew. I want to get to using you, but I don’t want to starve my pet. The better and healthier you eat, the better you’ll taste. I believe they call that gut loading in the reptile hobby.”

  Ryan’s body moved on its own. He gobbled up the meal with animalistic greed. It made Felix giggle. His predatory gaze burrowed into Ryan. Somehow, that only made him harder. Beads of precum stained his pants. He grabbed the bowl and chugged its contents, then plopped it on the table.

  “Careful not to choke,” Felix teased.

  “Yes– I– No. Fuck.” Ryan rubbed his face. “Sorry?”

  “Much better. I like it when you apologize to me for misbehaving. Good boy.”

  Praise had never felt so good. Ryan clutched his chest. He was grinning. How long had he been grinning for? It was hard to say. “I need– I need to go home and get my stuff. I need to call my boss.”

  “That’s silly. Why would you need to do any of that? You’re here. You’re home. Fuck toys don’t own things, and I’m your only boss now. I’m the only man you will ever talk to again. I want you to get on your knees under the table and apologize for even thinking about other men. Only bad whores do that.”

  Bad? Fuck, why did that make Ryan so sick? His head was spinning. He gripped the table and tried to fight his body. It did not listen. Ryan was grateful for the rug under the table. It kept his knees from aching. He glanced up. Underneath the table was the evidence of all of the countless other men that Felix had broken. Shaky claw marks dug into the wood next to dark stains and spots of cum. There were spots and smudges. One must have had a marker and had tried to write something. All that was left was a mess of wordless scribbles. “I don’t… I don’t want this… Please, let me go.”

  “But you do. Admit it. Doesn’t it feel good?”

  “It does.” Ryan stiffened. He slapped a hand over his mouth, but he kept going. “I want to submit to you. I want to offer my body to you. It’s all I deserve. Please… S…Stop…”

  Ryan clutched his head. His breath was ragged. He swayed slightly. Ryan was losing the battle with himself. With his spinning brain. Felix cupped his face, and all thoughts were dashed away. He gently rubbed Ryan’s cheek with his thumb. “Good boy. Just listen to what your body wants. It will feel so much better than fighting it.”

  “I shouldn’t like this…”

  “Submissive whores are built to love this.”

  That made sense. Ryan was submissive, but he had never thought of himself as a whore. Maybe he was wrong? That did not feel quite right. He dug his fingers into the carpet. His stomach twisted in knots.

  “Beg.”

  The word hooked into Ryan’s brain. It dug in, tearing at anything that resembled conscious thought. His mouth fell open. “Please… let me service you.”

  “Good boy.”

  Felix grabbed Ryan by the hair. He unzipped his pants and let his dick flop out. It was the longest Ryan had seen, even in porn. The girth made him drool. The tip was an angry red. Beads of precum drooled onto the carpet. Ryan reached up with shaking fingers. He brushed them over the veiny length. It was warm. Soft. All he could think about was how it would feel stuffing his holes. Ryan pressed his lips to the underside of the shaft. The musky heat had him coming back in for a second kiss, then a third. He ran his tongue from the base to the tip. Its taste sparked something in his belly. His cock splurted a fresh shot of precum.

  “See? Was that so hard? All you had to do was submit to it. You wanted to submit. Now you get to feel amazing. Thank me for helping you realize your purpose in life.”

  “Thank you…” Ryan whispered.

  “Louder than that. You will end everything with Master. I want you to learn your place under me.”

  Ryan swallowed hard. He lapped at the tip. His face turned bright red as he tried to spit out the words. Felix pushed his head away. “Wait! I– I’m sorry! Thank you, Master. It’s amazing, Master. Everything that I have ever wanted.”

  “Good. Much better.”

  Felix stroked Ryan’s hair. It was blissful. Shivers danced down Ryan’s spine. He moaned into the meat. His lips wrapped around the tip on pure instinct. Thick precum drooled down his throat. The taste was unlike any other. It shot sparks of euphoria through his hazy excuse for a mind. There was a hint of pineapple sweetness in it. His Master must have prepared beforehand to make it taste good, just for him.

  As Ryan took more cock into his mouth, Felix ate his stew with pleasant leisure. He acted as if everything was entirely normal. His fingers danced through his pet's hair. Felix idly braided it or twisted it around. When he finished his bowl, he let out a pleasant sigh. “I’m almost out of that one’s meat. A shame, really. I suppose that’s what I have you for. Take a deep breath, now. I’m getting close, and I tend to be a bit forceful when I cum.”

  Ryan wanted to thank his Master for the warning, but Felix did not let him pull his head free. He sucked in a shaky breath. His eyes fluttered shut as he braced himself. Felix hooked both hands into his hair. He dug his nails into Ryan as he pulled him back an inch. Then he slammed the man as far down as he could manage. The submissive whore took almost the entire length. He gagged as his throat was stretched to its limits. His jaw strained against the force. Flecks of drool splattered on Felix’s hips.

  Felix pumped his toy on his cock with little care for how he battered the air from his lungs. His hips rolled into Ryan. They slammed into his nose and nearly forced his jaw out of socket. Every thrust was harder and crueler than the last. He gritted his teeth. Ryan could feel his cock throbbing on his tongue. The thick movement of cum made his mouth ache. He groaned into the assault. Then Felix climaxed. Wave after wave of spunk gushed down Ryan’s throat. It poured past his mouth and straight into his gullet. Ryan’s eyes rolled back. He gripped the rug as the last of his air was forced out. A throaty whine massaged more spunk out. The edges of his vision grew dark.

  Just before Ryan passed out, Felix pulled himself free. He let loose the last shots of cum all over his toy’s face. Ryan gasped for breath. Spunk gurgled in his throat. He was forced to swallow it all if he did not want to choke. It was difficult to stay up. Felix wiped his dick off in Ryan’s hair. “There you go… Fuck… That was so good. What a good slut. You’ve got a throat like a vice. Tight as shit. Seems like I’m going to get some good use out of you after all.”

  “Th-Thank you, Master,” Ryan managed through a wheeze.

  “Of course. Now get to the kitchen and do the dishes. I like my house spotless. Don’t worry, you can use the dishwasher, but if that pan isn’t washed by the time I call you to bed? You can expect to be punished for your failure. Oh… and one more thing.”

  Ryan perked up. He was ready for anything his Master ordered. At least, he thought he was, until he heard the words. His stomach twisted, and his shoulders fell.

  “You are not to cum without my permission. If I find out you’ve cum, you can expect an early grave.”

~~

  The order not to cum had turned out to be the hardest for Ryan to follow. He had to fight with himself to not jerk off while he was doing the dishes. That night, Felix plowed Ryan into the bed. His dick punched into his ass and left him dripping for hours. Felix had joked that he was basting his meat. That was two hours ago. The master was asleep next to Ryan on the bed.

  Ryan’s cock was hard as steel. He had to lie on his hands to keep himself from stroking it. His gaze flicked between his master and the room. It was just as nice as the rest of the house. Art on the walls, a fancy lamp on the beside table. Even a dresser that looked like it cost more than Ryan’s entire net worth. The floor was hardwood, but a thick, fluffy rug sat under the bed.

  Felix snuggled into Ryan’s shoulder while he slept. He was warm. Heavy. Ryan felt himself tearing up. He could not quite figure out why. A strange weight pressed against his mind. Something was wrong. This was his best chance to run. But… this was his boyfriend. His Master. Surely he was joking about the whole cutting him up and eating him thing.

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