Baaaaad Romance Paper: Swan and Al. So hot together but such an unhealthy match in so many ways…
What no holiday paper with someone wearing santa outfits/painting their dick like a candycane/dressed like an elf?! Sorry couldn’t think up anything clever holiday themed so have some hot elf on elf fucking instead.

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Where I come from, Holiday Break is a time to take all that work you have to do by the time you get back to town on Jan 1st…pack it up…

And drag it halfway across the country to work on it someplace else! That’s right, Holiday time in freak land involves at least three, if not four (well now 5) nerds huddled around a small table with laptops, papers, texts etc all over the place, doing their work-work or studying while watching Dirty Jobs/Monster House/Mythbusters/History-nazis-aliens channel. This happens every year. Occasionally there will be whisky with a little eggnog in it, but still, always the working. Fuck carols, we don’t need no stinking carols…or parties. We don’t do parties either.

However for the first time in ages I won’t have an actual laptop with me (not like I could work on porn in the group work powow anyway) so I can’t work on Xrated comic goodness while away for a few days. Gonna try and work on some written stories tho. Gonna finish up the couple that are in parts on the site, clean up the sites and fix a few broken bits. Between now and Xmas Eve gonna leave a poll up for people to vote on which pairing they’d like to read a story about. This’ll be a short one, not a multipart.

Al X Swan: One of their random meetings in between issue 4 and issue 7, possibly in a creepy zombie filled cave who’s to say

Dante X Gally…and anybody who gets in his way: ‘Why you don’t take your incubus to Warsong” kind of obvious really

Mulligan: got a good idea? suggest it!

“Alright, deal. I’ll help you if you grant me the power I desire.” He was about to pull his hand away when he was suddenly jerked forward into the demon’s arms as the creature turned into a full female, looking just like any other innocent but evil succubus. “Oh thank the nether!”

“I don’t have time to teach you to love the dick just yet…maybe later.” She purred before crushing her full lips to his in a passionate and shocking kiss; when she said ‘join’ she really had meant it.

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Take One for the Team Part 5

Tags: demon, elf, quickie, noncon, fem-dom

“Are you..mm…a guy or a girl…”  Alvar tried to push the curvy demon off of him half heartedly; she was much stronger than he was and as much as his mind demanded that she let go, his body demanded that she get so much closer. If the demon was a “she”: only minutes before the sexy wench had been a large and quite imposing male Incubus.  Sex demons could change shape so maybe it didn’t matter at all. The succubus tilted her head to bite along his ear as her hips rolled against him. His cock certainly agreed that her previous form wasn’t something to worry about since she was all curves and yielding softness at the moment. The only thing hard jabbing at him were her perked nipples that stood out as taught little peaks just begging to be sucked.

“Are you retarded or just slow? Less talk, more rock bitch!” She growled before kissing him again quite brutally as her hands tore the his black robes open the rest of the way with demonic strength. His shocked yelp was muffled by her hot mouth as her hands moved to twine in his long golden hair. At first he found that touch soothing and pleasurable until her fingers gripped the silken strands and gave him a rather brutal yank to tilt his head back so her sharp little teeth could nip along the side of his neck as sharply as any blood thirsty kitten.

“OW! Motherfucker!”
“Ngh shut up and take it! If ain’t rough it ain’t fun and I always have fun with my fuck toys before dinner!”
“Didn’t your mother tell you not to play with your foo– hey stop that!” The demon’s idea of foreplay reminded him of a time when he’d teased his brother’s pet cat to the point where he ended up with multiple stitches. Of course at that time he had found it to be most unpleasant. At the moment however, well the pain seemed to work for him in some sort of perverse way. Instead of shoving the overly bity demon off of his lap, he found himself gripping her narrow waist for dear life and pulling her slim form against him.

“You say stop but this says ‘more more more!’” She moaned against his ear as one slim hand found his shaft, bringing him to full mast with a touch. “This is a nice big one, but if you earn my powers oooh you’ll be getting a serious upgrade. Feel bad for all those elf girls when you go home, you’ll split ‘em in half when I’m done with you!”

Alvar wanted to remind the demon that he liked certain parts of his anatomy just the way they were but he just couldn’t seem to be able to wrap his mind about the words. “It’s uh..it’s…fine” The novice warlock gripped the slender demoness’ shoulders and pushed her away for a moment to catch his breath and try and regain some sort of control, but it was as if she had a spell over him. Knowing the evil wench she probably did.  Her curvy little body was pure sex incarnate and as much as he wanted to get away from the creature as soon as possible, he couldn’t bring himself to move away from her. He felt hot and dizzy like he’d spent far too much time out in the sun and yet unlike other times it was a sensation that he didn’t want to go away. The room seemed to take on a red haze as his freakish lover pushed him back into the stone floor with one finely polished demon hoof on his chest.

“You’re mine to do with as I please.”

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Dante rarely used the succubus form as every stupid warlock that had been thrown down into the dungeon as cock bait had been female until then. No one had ever made it past the old gnome’s first test to deal with demonic auras anyway and the evil little bastard had just picked the most nubile and juicy young thing and made her a sacrifice for the beast. For once someone who wasn’t a shrinking violet showed up but the demon had the odd suspicion that the warlock’s bravery came from just as much stupidity as it did from arrogance. No warlock with half a brain would agree to work with an arch demon. They were more likely to end up enslaved and dominated than gaining anything they wanted. If the blond had been female, making him his warlock bitch would have been so much easier.

All those screaming young things had been fun of course, at last for a little bit but eventually hunger wore on nice behavior and their squeals were silenced. This young thing wasn’t one to eat, he had other talents like breaking the seals that had kept him trapped there for so long. With just a fraction of loaned power, he was sure the elf could break through the seals and help him escape. In fact, being mortal, he could probably even make it to the old gnome’s tower and take Dante’s revenge for him. The promise of freedom was sweeter than any of those sacrifices before but that would only happen of the elf could handle all the demonic power that Dante was going to hand over. It was just as likely that he’d go completely insane and fry like a bug in a zapper from all that magic rather than be able to harness the fel magic and bend it to his will. Even the old gnome had only been able to bind the arch demon, not use his powers. Wouldn’t it be interesting if the young elf could do what so many others could not. This young thing looks like the titans gift to elf women, lets see if he’s as fun as he looks. The demon thought, deciding that using the female form would be interesting after all. Maybe she’d be able to satisfy herself for once with this elf. The other sacrifices tended to break far too quickly for the demon to truly sate her hunger. Her…yes Dante would have to think female for a while to get what she wanted from this toy.

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Her glowing purple eyes raked boldly over his body as the demon straddled his hips with the ease of a jockey sliding into the saddle of her favorite racing horse. The demon was a she now, he had to remind himself of this for a moment when he felt her put her weight on his shoulders as she leaned forward. Despite her smaller size she felt as if she easily weighed as much as she had in her much more imposing male form and seemed to be just as strong and every bit as dangerous. Her round breasts were bare and pressed against his chest for a moment as she leaned down look at him, reminding him of all the times he’d watched dragons eying their next dinner. She stayed that way for a few breaths, then her lips came crashing down on his in a brutal kiss that made him groan with a mix of pain, shock, and much to his dismay; raw needy pleasure.

“No time for foreplay, not that you need it.” The demoness moaned against his bruised lips, seeming reluctant to stop her kiss or whatever psychotic women like her called it. He didn’t mind this. Part of him wanted that demon woman more than he could ever describe, and another part of him wanted to curl up and die every time she touched him. At the moment the wanting part was winning but he was sure that he would be having nightmares about her for the rest of his days if he made it out of the dungeon alive.

One hand rested on his shoulder, gripping tightly as she leaned forward to position herself over his thick shaft. Her fingers stroked along the underside of it as she guided the broad head to push against her silken pussy. Sharp nails dug into his skin, making blood run down his chest as the demoness suddenly impaled herself on his cock in one hot glide. The pain of her claws made him gasp and sit up suddenly, bucking his hips up against her hard enough to unseat the lithe female as she sunk down on his shaft one burning, slick inch at a time.
“Oh fuck!!” Alvar gasped sharply, shocked by her tight heat surrounding him so suddenly. The embrace of his brother’s succubus never felt like that, not like liquid fire. The demon’s triumphant laugh rang in his ears as she worked her hips in a agonizingly slow circle.
“Hotter than any mortal woman…normal elf girls’ll never do it for you now stud, now after you’ve had me!” she purred against his ear before treating him to another sharp bite along the edge of it. Her sharp little teeth on such a sensitive place made him jerk his head away suddenly, snarling at her. Such pleasure punctuated by pain was a war on the senses that he didn’t want to enjoy but couldn’t help it.
“Ngh shut up!” He wouldn’t look at her, couldn’t stare into those same glowing eyes that had previously been towering two feet over his head in a decidedly male face. How the demon was beautifully female but he still had the feeling that he’d blink and be tangling with something less cute and bouncy and more like an orcish bouncer. He wasn’t bi-curious enough to handle that.

“Don’t resist me Alvar.” Her voice was a low growl like a large dog, a strange rumbling noise that was quite out-of-place with her beautiful female form. She had started to ride him, slowly at first, seeming to enjoy the hot slide of flesh against flesh like any mortal female would. “I..ngh..I will break you if I have to!”
“You can try.”

next part: more hot demon on elf pansy fucking!

Issue 4: The Rematch

PAGE UPDATES: Last update was DECEMBER 09 2009
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Alvar and Swan meet up once again but not for the sort of rematch one might expect for a guy who got robbed blind, poisoned, and stapled to a tree the last time they saw each other. And Moondai and Resi think of the best thing to do while on an all night stakeout…that doesn’t involve coffee.

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After a month of writing no stop to reach 50k its finally over. I’ve ended up with 50k of something that maybe can be pared down into something worth reading lol, or at least a bunch of scenes I can alter for something else as well as a giant pile of page sketches (Because I’m a slacker bum I guess). Now back to posting comics mixed with the occasional porn scene.

For yinz who stuck with me through november, here have a scene from the project that probably doesn’t suck balls!

The gold embroidery of a laughing fox holding a scroll and money pouch tended to draw stares wherever Amaranth of Northhills went. The long leather coat she had worn ever since her shift at sixteen was buttery soft from its travels, but the golden fox was just a perfect and bright as the first day it had been put there. The mark of the Daughters of Rue was unusual on someone not covered head to toe in fur. The Daughters was an all shifter clan of explorers, rogues, and were-women who wanted to follow in their patronesses search for knowledge, power, and pleasure. And the women of Rue always wore their shifter ability with pride. Many simply stayed in their fearsomeness  hybrid form to intimidate the more hidden weres or humans. Others had enough control over their shape changing to leave just a few animal traits out in the open: claws or pointed teeth perhaps, an owl’s sight or a cat’s grace and tail. It was almost unheard of for a Daughter of Rue to walk around in human form, let alone if their human form was plain or boring. Part of being a Daughter was to take pride in one’s heritage, even if it caused problems along the road to discovery.  Of course taking joy in life from fine food and drink to equally rich men was also a very important part of the Daughter’s way of thinking.

The village elders didn’t exactly approve of the sect since once their young women left the village on adventure and in search of a mate, they hardly ever returned. Such was Violet of Northill’s fate. Once she had tasted the sweet nectar of life off of the mountain she hadn’t wanted to return. The very handsome man of her kind that she had met along the way probably had something to do with it. Her father hadn’t really approved of Amar taking after her mother, but with four brothers to stay in the village he could afford to let one child explore. Once he realized that his youngest child couldn’t be convinced to give up her thrill seeking ways he made sure that at least she started off as best she could.

The coat Amaranth wore was her mother’s and had been passed down in hopes that her young daughter would take her joy in exploring as much as she did. Perhaps that gift had been somewhat twisted in her as Amaranth was always into exploring, provided that it paid. Anyone who knew her totem animal would probably think that being an opportunistic rogue who got what she wanted at any cost fit quite well.  They would also think that being alone all the time would also fit as her kind tended to be solitary, but not by choice. Amar stared down into her steaming spiced wine and twirled a strand of her coal black hair with one finger.  It was very hard to pick up a date in human lands when they could tell someone was a shifter just by looking at them. It was also hard to have any relationship lasting more than a night when her lovers saw her for what she was and then refused to trust her any longer. It was easier to just pick up one night stands whenever she had a desire for a man; less gossip, less chance of being outed, and much less baggage. Another person to keep an eye on wasn’t something that she wanted to handle. Needing help at all on her current quest was annoying enough as it stood.

“Do you want another?” The human bartender leaned over the edge of the old teakwood bar and reached for her glass with one scarred hand. She pulled the wine glass away from him quickly and gulped it down, barely swallowing before handing it to him for a refill. Perhaps he wouldn’t charge her for the second. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and squirmed a little on the uncomfortable stool she was forced to sit on in the rather seedy establishment. Her ship was leaving for the Northern Continent in a week and hopefully there would be more adventure and profit waiting for her there than the hideously steamy jungles. Rare herbs and flowers existed deep in the jungle that she could sell and trade for much greater treasures. Normally she trafficked in retrieving stolen items or persons, as a bit of a brutish gofer, but she had found that acquiring items was much more rewarding. She didn’t have to worry if the items got back dead or alive, just merely in one piece.

She scratched her nose, wondering if the fact that she was traveling in a jungle with full winter gear in her possession made her stand out a little bit. Having such clothing would probably draw far too much attention but she had been rather arrogant in thinking that it wouldn’t make a difference.  Perhaps it made more of a statement than she would have liked because she had been completely unable to find a guide around the thick forests for any amount of money or convincing. All the old bushmen saw her for what she was or as completely crazy, and refused to have anything to do with a ‘demon’; the uneducated human word for everybody who wasn’t human. Amar thought she saw a demon once and it certainly didn’t look anything like her.   And she knew she wasn’t crazy; crazy people didn’t run a marginally profitable business.

The bartender had returned with her drink and stayed in front of her with his hand out as she tossed back another glass of the cheap wine as if it were water.  For such a grizzled and rough looking old sailor he was certainly polite. He had the open look of a chaplain that seemed to make her want to tell him every little problem that she had. Of course bartenders did play the counselor for many folk but not for her. She wasn’t the sort to talk about her feelings or thoughts with anybody as she was apt to ignore them herself to focus on more important things.

“Hows about a glass of water with that hmm?” Amar looked down her nose at him. She certainly didn’t trust the water in the Dogfish for drinking, despite her were-kind ability to heal and deal with poisons. Perhaps it wasn’t dangerous to her normally, but she was sure it would taste horrible to her and at the moment her magical abilities didn’t work as well as they should. With the full moon high in the sky her sense of taste and smell was that of her animal self and even slightly tainted meat or water made her sick. Her shifting came slower or not at all sometimes, and she burned with need like a dog in heat. But she wasn’t hungry for food, or money. She wanted out of the jungle as the heat made her frustrations more intense and she gave in to what she really craved every full moon. It was in her nature to desire certain things, namely men. Maybe thinking with my pussy is what has made this job go so miserably slow!

“Like I said before, I can handle myself just fine.”

Talk about her hunger for men

“Thats what all you adventuring types say when y’ first get here and then we’s pickin’ your corpses outta’ th’ river from bother’n them deep jungle tribes.”

“Don’t judge me, get another.”

“Fine then, it’s your coin. But just sayin, if you gets yerself into any trouble don’t expect any help round these parts.” Amar fixed the bartender with a nasty stare over the top of her glass and growled low in her throat, letting some of her animal trait show through.  She couldn’t’ get any trading or exploring done when she had an itch she couldn’t scratch either. At least the wine dulled it down to a slight roar that she could control more or less. In a few days the desires could pass and she could think straight again without finding herself actually drooling every time she locked eyes with a man. For a moment she almost considered asking the scarred bartender up to her room as she looked him over. He was saying something but it came out to her as a crumbly, blurry mess for a moment before she snapped out of it to pay attention.

“Ah said yer in here all day, every day since yew got ‘ere. It can’t be good for business.”

“What business?! I can’t get a damn guide round here! I’m out-”Amar grumped and licked the last few drops of sub-par wine from the edge of the glass “-of business.” The wine was catching up to her far quicker than she was used to. She didn’t care if she went out of business at the moment. A full coin purse couldn’t make her feel less wired like a cat in room full of catnip. More cash wouldn’t help her concentrate on her quest at hand.  She motioned for another drink and stared down into the ruby depths: if all of were kind had her kind of urges she didn’t understand how many tribes had almost died out! Having to pick up a lover every so often for fun didn’t mess with her work, but when the desires of the moon drove her wild it was hard for her to do much of anything besides try and keep her mind on business. Obviously she was failing. She had been in that bar every day since she got there hadn’t she? And not trying to get a guide, usually trying to find someone to help scratch her itch. The guide could probably wait while she tried to drown that itch she couldn’t scratch in more alcohol. It worked for chigger bites, why not for other bothersome sensations.

She lifted the glass and found that instead of tipping it to her lips she spilled it down the front of her black linen shirt, drenching her with the tepid liquid. By the time she noticed what she was doing she had dumped the whole thing down herself and was still holding the glass upside down. Maybe she’d had one too many that day.

“If yeh can’t see straight enough to drink then I think yer done.” Of course the barman was right, she had been drinking since lunch that day but she hadn’t had much else to do after scaring away every guide in the area. Normally she wouldn’t bother with a guide, but Telladra was full of tribes that hunted weres, tribes that were in full out war with all shifter kind, not just a certain tribe. Their shamen had told them that those who could change shape were devils sent to turn them to slaves and because of this, traveling in the jungles without a guide as a were was a very bad idea. Amar could heal from a arrow wound or from a gun-shot from the primitive weapons found in the Southern Continent, but if the arrowhead or bullet was silver, she’d be dead before she knew what hit her.  The fact that she was looking for seed pods of the Mana Orchid in the area added to the problem: that flower was sacred and anybody caught touching it, let alone picking it, would be a pincushion if they didn’t know where to go. After being told off by multiple bushmen for even suggesting they guide a were around, let alone a were looking for such things, she had parked herself in front of the bar and had been there since.

“There’s this young hunter that comes ’round here every week. He’s trading pelts. He strikes me as the friendly. You should try him for a guide before you drink yerself into an early grave.” The bartender mentioned helpfully before plucking her glass out of her slack hand. “You should head on up to bed then ma’am, get some beauty sleep if you want to charm a guide”

“I shouldn’t have to charm anybody. You’d think cold, hard, gold would mean something.”

“Not when it comes to th’ sacred an’ profane. Now get ye’ some sleep y’hear?”

Amar nodded and went to grab her gear, succeeding in only missing and knocking it to the floor with a loud thump. She lurched from her barstool and bent to get it, nearly falling on her face. Another problem with the full moon: her were abilities to deal with toxins quickly didn’t work so well and she could get drunk. Very drunk. Despite going through the four days of the full moon every month, Amar always tended to overestimate how much drink would knock her out during that time. One day she’d learn but that day wasn’t today. Amar dragged her gear in one hand and clapped the other over her mouth, trying to hold back the rising bile for as long as possible. Luckily, the drunk were managed to stagger her way outside of the inn before losing her dinner, lunch, and breakfast in the alley. The trek up the outside staircase to the upper floor where she was staying seemed to take hours, with her swaying on her feet, ready to fall down the stairs at any moment. By the time she made it back to her room, all she could do was throw her bag on the floor and lurch to her bed, passing out on the rumpled sheets. What a great way to end her first week in the jungle.

CHAPTER 2

“You said that guide would be here today.”

“I’m sorry, he usually is. Maybe he’s late today.”

“No need to yell, I’m right here.”

Even a lowly spoken comment from the guard sounded like hammers banging in her head to the still dizzy and annoyed were. Amar had woken up with the worst hangover of her entire life and despite her pounding head had made good time to get back to the Dogfish in time to meet the guide. Of course “in time” was truly very late in the afternoon. She hadn’t managed to stagger out of bed and get down to the bar until it was almost dinner.

She sat at the bar, waiting for the supposed ”friendly’ guide for at least three hours with her gear in hand before she decided that going back to bed as starting to sound more and more tempting. However, she continued her wait for the guide; she’d been there that long, what was a little bit longer? She sat towards the edge of the bar in a dark corner, nursing a heavy mug of broth laced with willow twigs and chaste berry for her headache. On top of her raging desires, she lost her were-folk healing powers during the full moon and had to recover from her hangover on her own. She cursed the gods that had decided that male weres should only lose their magic on new moons instead. Amar had hoped that feeling so wretched would help dampen her desires to just leave the jungles, get on the first boat out of there and bang the first guard she saw. Instead it wasn’t just her head that was throbbing. Her amber eyes focused on a young man with shaggy brown hair entering the bar. He had the light movements of a hunter but the wide and innocent look of perhaps a priest or monk new on the conversion path. She judged from the simple fur vest he was wearing and the well worn but still serviceable pants that he was certainly a man who was a local.

“That him?” One finger jabbed in the young man’s general direction as she ordered a little hair of the dog for her hangover from the waitress passing by. The hunter seemed like the average single male of the villages nearby: few possessions besides a shaggy black dog and a fierce looking spear. The dog carried his pack like a mule and it followed along behind him in the most obedient way of a hunting dog. She didn’t like the look of that spear; the metal seemed far too shiny for her like. Either it was enchanted, which was bad for a creature like her who couldn’t handle magic and hated magic users, or it was silver, also deadly to her kind. Or maybe he was so new at being a hunter that he had never used it and spent a lot of time alone polishing it. That thought brought a smirk to her lips before she cleared her throat, feeling a little self conscious; as if anybody else could hear what she was thinking.  The bartender looked over his shoulder at the newcomer to the bar and nodded shortly as he wiped out a glass with a seedy looking dish rag.

“Yeah that’d be ‘im. ‘E really is late t’day.”

The sprightly hunter seemed quite happy with his day so far and was almost whistling to himself as he sat down at a table by the window. Her sensitive ears could pick up the clank of a pouch full of gold, perhaps freshly won, from the youngster’s purse tied to his belt.

“He’s….really, really, young. I mean like “still on mommie’s milk” young!” the were muttered into her drink as she eyed the human. She didn’t know much about the local tribes but she was sure that the necklace of carved bone and moonstone had some sort of deeper meaning, along with the shiny red feathers tied into his hair. His tanned skin was scarred from battle so perhaps he wasn’t as inexperienced as she thought, but the friendly and open look on his face told her that he wasn’t battle hardened enough.  From the looks of the lone fellow he was young in human terms, maybe 18 or 19. A very fresh example of of a jungle boy. She frowned a little; despite his apparent inexperience she knew that the jungle tribes had their children out hunting with them and exploring as soon as they were old enough to hold a spear. Even if he was sexy jail bait by her people’s standards, who treated any unmated member of their tribes like children, he would be more likely to work with her than the older veteran guides. Perhaps he wouldn’t even know that she was a shifter, which would certainly come in handy. She could enjoy him for a week before leaving town, maybe take the edge off her hunger for a lover as well as complete her business in the forests.

“That’uns from this odd tribe deep in the’ jungles. They all age real graceful like, but ‘e is a youngin’. Out on ‘is test o’ manhood so’s the word. Don’t know what tha’ is but I hear it’s a tough’un. Probably why ‘es so easy goin about guide work: needs the experience I expect.”

“You sure know a lot about the locals around here.”

“Want advice on the weather ask a shaman, want to know who does what and where…ask your bartender.”

Amar nodded to the wisdom of the statement and hung her coat over the edge of her chair while she nursed her drink, a few sips at a time. If the pup of a hunter was working up to his test of manhood then he was of a marriageable age by his people’s standards. He probably was already promised to some silly tribal girl back home. It was a pity, such a lovely example of manhood sitting there across the bar.

“Probably needs adventure in his life as much as I need his help…” and his attention in other matters, she finished silently to herself She watched the hunter closely, not about to make her move. For some reason she didn’t feel like she could just walk up to him. This had never been a problem for her before. She’d never been one to shy back from talking to a man for business or for pleasure but for some reason she couldn’t quite bring herself to just march across the room to bother him. This guide was her last hope at getting the flower pods that she needed and she couldn’t scare him away.  Instead she sat back and waited, perhaps he’d come to her first. If not, well perhaps she could seduce her way into a trip through the jungle.  If all else failed, the good looking young man could at least solve one of her problems. She’d had less pleasurable jobs before.

Dinnal sat back in his chair and petted the head of his hunting dog Mojon. The woman across the bar with the odd amber wheat eyes had been staring at him for the past two hours. When he got up to get a drink, that hungry gaze followed. When he leaned down to feed a scrap of his steak dinner to the dog, her eyes followed. He shuddered a little, finding her attention but unnerving and somehow flattering. No woman in his tribe had ever looked at him like that, but why should they. He had yet to pass his test of manhood and no tribal female would be interested until he returned. Not that this stranger seemed to care. Her gaze had dropped from his face to his chest, studying the scars that crisscrossed the tanned flesh. The tip of her pink tongue flicked over her pouty lips and she motioned for the waitress to bring him a drink.

“That lady, is she hitting on me?” His dog stared up at him in confusion at the question but wagged his tail like he always did for whatever his master said. He looked over his shoulder quickly. No there wasn’t another man back there, just the wall and a taxidermied water dragon head with rain forest moose antlers cleverly stuck to it. Maybe the strange woman wanted to rob him? He couldn’t tell. That look on her face was both intriguing and scary at the same time. The slightly built waitress was at his table with a strange looking drink served in a small musk melon by the time he had gotten the confidence to return that look to the lady across the bar.

“Drink compliments of the annoying bitch at the bar.” the drink nearly spilled at the server thumped her tray down on the table and pushed the flower adorned melon off of it with one hand. “Been here all day an’ hasn’t tipped even once why I never…” she went away muttering as Dinnal lifted one bright pink flower from the yellow flesh of the fruit carefully. It was one of the sugar orchids that his people used to sweeten their cooking with its nectar. However the pale pink orchid petals did resemble something else equally sweet and thus the flowers were also given as gifts given to lovers. The woman wasn’t a local, she couldn’t have known the meaning of those rosy blooms. He felt his cheeks burn with a bit of nervousness; maybe she did. That thought was both thrilling and scary. He took a sip of the cold drink from the reed straw and nearly choked at the raw taste of coconut spirits and the very potent cane liquor that the locals made that was both a drink and used to fuel the torches on the docks.  The second sip was slightly more mellow, perhaps because his taste buds had all been burned off for all he knew. The female at the bar smoothed her fingers through her long dark hair, twirling a strand of one of the pale brown streaks around her finger. He raised his glass in a toast to her and tried to smile, feeling his stomach turn somersaults when she smiled back sweetly and licked a few drops of wine from the edge of her goblet. She was strange and exotic and very forward. This was so new to him. He tried not to giggle like a fool as he took his time enjoying the cocktail, keeping an eye on the stranger.  She was unusual as far as women he had seen before were concerned. Instead of the tanned to cocoa skin of the women of his tribe, her velvety looking flesh was snowy white, likes someone who didn’t get out into the sun much. When her hand lifted he could see that there were bands around her wrist and some of her face that was a little darker; perhaps she just wore a lot of clothing. Obviously she wasn’t from the jungles if she was the sort to dress heavily. Her pretty brains would boil if she wore too much gear in the sweltering heat of the rain forest.

A trickle of sweat dripped from her temple to travel down the side of her face and along her throat before sliding between round breasts. His hands clutched the white skinned melon he was holding and he couldn’t help but wonder if those orbs were as much of a palmful as the fruit. Dinnal looked away, feeling a bit ashamed for staring at her as if she were a piece of meat like that. Such an action in his village would get him a good smack across the face. He waited a few minutes for his heart to stop pounding before turning to look at the bar again, searching for the mysterious stranger.

There was the scratching sound of a chair being pulled back from the table and suddenly the unusual girl was sitting across from him at his table. Her head rested on her hands as her elbows propped up on the table, giving her a rather friendly and coy look.  With her snowy skin and dark hair she was truly out of place in his part of the world. Those almond shaped eyes looked him over for a moment, almost appraisingly like many of the folk who came to the port to buy the furs he sold. He could almost hear those overly rich elves as they discussed his wares and couldn’t help but feel like he was for sale as well.

“Hope you like that drink I sent over. Bartender said its a specialty around here. Thought it might get your attention.” She plucked one of the gayly colored orchids from the fruit dish and held it to her nose, inhaling slowly. Dinnal coughed a little and tried desperately not to look at the impressive amount of cleavage that she had displayed in her low cut leather top. “So you do it often?”

“Uh ‘it’?”

“You seem like the sort of guy who’s always ready to go.”

“E-excuse me?” She couldn’t be talking about what he thought she was talking about! He tried to come up with something to say in regards to that but he was too busy trying not to think too much about how close she was or that sweetly spicy scent around her. Being near her made him feel weird, sort of dizzy and hot and strange.

“You’ll take me won’t you?” Soft pink lips parted into a very friendly smile as one hand reached out to rest over his, her fingers stroking over the back of it playfully.

“Whoa uh miss I think you…I mean I’d love to but I uh don’t have much experience in that well….might have the wrong guy?” Was she asking what he thought she was asking? He gasped and sputtered a reply, hardly able to think. This stranger had thrown the proverbial monkey wrench in his mental gears.

“You’re not a forest guide?”

“What?” That snapped him out of his thoughts. She was looking for a guide, not a lover. Didn’t that just figure. He sighed and rubbed one hand over his forehead, feeling silly and stupid for the moment. “No no, I’m a guide. I thought you meant something else.”

The soft fingers resting on top of his moved to stroke along his wrist for a moment as his new companion looked a little shocked for a moment and then started to laugh. Somehow she found the confusion all very funny.

“Oh oh I’m sorry. I’m looking for a guide through the jungles to find some very rare herbs and flowers. I’d make it worth your while.” Her nimble fingers had started to stroke along his arm, tracing a new scar that ran along in inside near the wrist that he got from his bowstring.  She stared up at him with liquid amber eyes, seriously putting on every bit of cute, trustworthy, adorable, and sexy that she had. The hunter swallowed and looked away for a moment: anybody trying that hard was seriously up to something.

“My mother didn’t raise me a fool. You’re the one the others have been talking about.” He frowned and pulled his arm away from her, causing Amar to turn even paler if that was possible.

“Oh have they, and what have they been talking about exactly?” She grunted out between numb lips. For some reason she had a rather fearful look on her face as if he had said something really awful. Did she have something to hide? Nobody that pretty could be hiding something that bad, she’s probably just a shifty treasure hunter or something. he thought.

“They said you’re looking for Mana orchids, Lord’s Horn and fairy ferns. Those plants are sacred to the horned one and picking those is forbidden miss. I can’t help you with that. ”

“That’s all?” Did she seem slightly relieved to hear that? Did those pained lines on her otherwise smooth face fade away as she pushed back from the table a little.

“Well yeah…and they said I’d never work here again if I helped you. And no offense, but I don’t mean to make enemies of every other guide in this part of the territories. It’s unhealthy.” He looked away and stared into the melting ice of his drink, not wanting to see her disappointed expression  as she heard the news. Amar frowned slightly to herself as she got up from her chair. He expected her to just leave but instead the softly curvy woman sat down on the chair right next to him, pushing her wide hips against his as she squeezed into the limited space.

“I figured that you’d say no. All the rest of them did, but somehow I was hoping you were different. Not that I wanted a child to guide me through the jungle anyway.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well all the other guides are more experienced, but I at last figured that I could get a still wet around the ears hunter to help me out just for the experience.” If she couldn’t get him to help the nice way, she could always try the ‘kick to the balls’ way that her mother had taught her so very well.

Dinnal fumed and gripped the edge of the table for a moment; was she insulting him just to get his goat. He figured that she was trying to rile him up, to get him to defend his honor by taking her through the forest. That was a pretty good plan on her part he had to admit.

“Now wait one moment miss. More experienced?!” He jabbed one finger at one of the bushmen who’d turned her down who was walking past the bar window “That guy is from the western plains, he doesn’t know dick about the jungles. Those two,” Amar turned to look at where he was motioning to where another two hunters who had turned her down where “They don’t know where they’re going because they’re from the beach side villages, they just trust that anybody they take with them is too stupid to notice. The others may have experience but they don’t know instinct like I do! And I’ve been running around in these jungles with my pa since I could walk I know these woods like the back of my hand. There’s no better guide than me for what you need.” Dinnal blurted out, suddenly not feeling so nervous for the moment. However that feeling of pride and defiance was dampened by another rush of that weird tingly feeling as the strange female leaned across the table a bit, smiling with that adorable look she’d been trying to con him with all night.

“So you’ll help me?”

“Not on your life!”

“Forget that then. Would you like to maybe, keep me company a little tonight then? If you won’t guide me you can at least maybe warn me about places not to go. I’ll find my way on my own I suppose.” She got a wistful and very sad look on her face, those bright eyes seeming to get bigger and more soulful by the minute like a begging pup under the table. The feel of her warmth so close made him swallow nervously; sitting next to her was like sitting in a sun beam. “You’d at least help me with that won’t you? I won’t tell anybody. Promise!”

Dinnal thought this over for a few moments while waiting for the waitress to return with a refill. This girl seemed so very friendly, and he had been lonely lately. Not to mention she was very attractive and forward. He frowned a little and took the new drinks from the waitress: another glass of that awful bitter coca wine they served for her and another of those stupid melon drinks for him.  Next time he would correct the order, but perhaps he’d drink the next one, just to be polite of course.

“I can give you a slight tour of the general area I suppose, but I’m not taking you anywhere near those sacred flowers.”

“A little tour is good enough.”

“And no trying to ditch me and go off on your own.  I don’t need a lost tourist getting eaten by panthers on my conscience.”

“I promise, none of that.” Amar purred sweetly before slowly getting up from her seat, letting her curvy form slide against his arm in the process. Her hand rested on his shoulder for a minute to steady herself as she moved away from the table. That was clearly not by accident and he bit his lip at the shiver of pleasure that he got from her touch. “I’m still hungry, you want anything? My treat.”

“Uh whatever you’re having I guess.” he croaked as Amar’s curvy form slowly rose from the seat next to him to go fetch dinner from the barkeep. “Wait, what’s your name?”

“Amaranth of Northhills.” She returned with a slow and friendly smile before walking towards her leather coat hung at the bar. For some reason she made sure to fold it inside out and  wrap it tightly under her arm, as if she didn’t want the outside of it to touch anything. Maybe it was wet from the jungles or she spilled something on it.  He couldn’t help but enjoy the view as she walked towards the door, her sleek hips swaying with practiced ease. It was obvious that she was working that extra bit of sexy walk for his benefit, nobody walked that way naturally unless they were brain damaged or drunk. Of course, any treasure hunter desperate enough to try and pick the sacred spirit flowers might have taken a few hits too many to the head. He pushed the drink away, suddenly finding the sweet smell of the flowers to be too much for his taste. Amar was making an order with the barmaid and handed the girl her coat to be put behind the bar, maybe so it wouldn’t get dirty. By the time she returned back to his table she had another two drinks, despite the fact he’d hardly touched his.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I’ve been so lonely out here.” Dinnal swallowed and took the icy glass she offered, trying not to stare deep into her cleavage.  Even if she was crazy there was no reason why he couldn’t give his best effort. However a certain part of his anatomy demanded that he give her more than just a polite tour through parts of the jungles.

He tried to banish such uncouth thoughts from his head as Amar sat down across from him again and leaned back in her chair, her fingers cradling the top of her glass gently as she watched him from under feathery lashes. Soft pink lips pursed in a contemplative manor as she took a small sip of the coconut liquor in her glass. That look in her eyes reminded him of a tigress that stalked him for days in the jungle before finally making her move. The big cat had allowed him to escape with a few deep gashes in his back before being driven off by another hunter. That intensely hungry look of the jungle queen was almost the same was the smoldering gaze of the strange woman. What did she want? He blushed  a little; it was obvious what she wanted, but what would she want it from him? Dealing with her would take the sort of courage only a high level cleric could truly grant, but he hoped that the stiff drink she’d brought him would at least buff his fortitude for a little while.

“Must face the peril…”

“What?”

“N-nothing!”

“You’re a strange one you know what?”

“You’re one to talk. With creamy skin like that you stick out like a sore thumb. Looks like you’ve never seen the sun in your life.” Dinnal muttered as slammed the now empty glass down onto the table, sending ice flying. He certainly felt much braver, brave enough to let his eyes rest on those soft white orbs presented across the table.  The neckline of top dipped down low enough to where it looked as if her chest would pop right out of it like over risen bread. Another fraction of an inch and he was sure one of her nipples would be peeking over the velvet trim. Where they pink like her lips? He wondered. The way her dark green corset pushed her breasts together reminded him of snow skin moon cakes at the lunar festival. Just really, really big ones.  “I’ve seen cave fish with more color to their hide than you.”

“Oh this is my tan, but if you’re a real good boy I’ll show you where I’m really white.”

“Barmaid, another drink!”

Amar was certainly turning out to be a handful. Maybe another drink for just a bit more courage because, in his experience, what were the odds of an exotic babe like her coming through his neck of

the woods?

The hunter boy, whatever his name was, she wouldn’t bother with it tonight, had no idea what a catch he was. From the meek and shy way he looked at her it seemed as if he’d never been approached by a woman before at all. She had heard that many tribes in that area were very segregated and official with their rules of how men and women were expected to behave. As a hunter he probably had spent most of his life out learning the trade and by himself. However, she had the feeling that he truly had no idea what an attractive example of a man he was. The caramel tan of his skin made his teeth seem even whiter when he smiled at her, and she couldn’t help but wonder of the wild mane of raven hair falling around his face was as silky as it looked. Her lips tingled as she imagined what his kisses might feel like. After all she’d never been with a man of the jungle tribes before.

He seemed to get a bit more bolder with a drink and soon he was leaning slightly across the table, his hand resting on her wrist as he told her about some of the crazy tourists he’d taken through the woods and his trade. He said he was a novice hunter in his tribe, one who hadn’t passed their final test yet. She didn’t mind a novice. That would be easy; he’d be easier to convince to help her, and as a sprightly youth, he had certain abilities lacking the older men in the town.  As much as she craved a lover with experience she also liked to teach, but this hunter with his charming good looks certainly could be no virgin. Undoubtedly he had known many women in the most basic sense, she was sure of it. She found her eyes straying to his full lips that appeared to just be built for kissing. Even if he didn’t show her anything of real use to her quest for the herbs, he would have other much more enjoyable uses. It took real effort to keep her hands on the table and her feet under her chair when she only wanted to run her hands over his well muscled swordsman’s arms.

Her desire smoldered deep inside, testing her patience. As much as she did find him just for a guide, there was no way she’d pass up a chance to satisfy another need of hers. Her nipples had beaded into hard little points that tormented themselves against the inside of her corset with every move as she rocked a bit in her seat. It didn’t seem as if he would say no to her and he was so very delicious looking.

“So where does your girlfriend stay while you’re out on the hunt?” Perhaps it would be best if she found out who was in the way of her conquest first. The tips of her nimble fingers slid over her collarbone slightly, drawing his gaze there.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Just a lover then?”

Dinnal didn’t answer for a moment, as if thinking of something clever to say. He looked away for a moment before slowly smiling flirtatiously over the edge of his glass. “Nobody yet. You volunteering? I normally don’t mix business and pleasure but I could make an exception for you.”

“Pleasure is my business. Come to my room and I’ll show you what a good volunteer I can be.” She smirked devilishly, laughing softly at the shocked look on his face. He obviously hadn’t expected her to say yes, so quickly and so obviously. He coughed and then frowned, thinking she was kidding. “I’m not kidding.”

“Wh-whoa I didn’t expect you to..I mean, you’re…are you a hooker?!”

“No, but I do accept donations afterwards if you’re so inclined.” Amar stood and started to walk past him, sliding one hand along his arm until it reached his shoulder. “I’m going upstairs to my room, you’re welcome to come along and ‘face the peril’ as you said before. I promise I won’t bite.”

Dinnal swallowed nervously and watched her walk towards the door, all sleak muscle and bountiful curves. The view from behind was every bit was good as from the front with the way her leather pants fit that heart-shaped ass of hers. He pushed away from the table and grabbed his gear, going to follow her. He was never one to give up the chase during a hunt and Amar was certainly worth going for.

The hunter caught up with her easily and cleared his throat, following her up the outside staircase. He tried not to stare at the way her lithe legs looked in that leather as she headed up the stairs; he didn’t want to run into her and make a fool of himself. There was something about her  that drew him to her that he couldn’t explain. The fact that she was the first woman outside his tribe to ever come on to him did have something to do with it. As a jungle guide and solo hunter, there wasn’t much chance for female companionship.

“Amar..can I call you that?”

“Of course.” She had turned to face him, walking down the hallway backwards slowly, with her hands on her wide hips. The way her thumbs rested right where her waist narrowed made the most of her hourglass figure.  He was used to the skinny women of his tribe with their impressive height, long thin limbs, and tiny teacup breasts. They were beautiful in a wild kind of a way but hardened from the elements and rough living with their constant war with the were tribes in the jungle. This female was built like a slim fertility goddess with round breasts perched high on her chest. Her waist was narrow and slim, flaring out into wide hips that seemed to be built perfectly for holding onto. His eyes strayed downwards to her well muscled legs visible under the short skirt she wore. Obviously she wasn’t the sort of treasure hunter who just sat around waiting for the goods to come to her. He was sure those curvy stems were useful for running just as much as for wrapping around a man’s waist and holding on for dear life. Amar licked her plump lips with the tip of her tongue and watched him intently. Her lush form resembled the lovers in every hot dream he’d ever had. It was as if the gods had plucked her image from his fantasies and put her there just for him.  He knew it wasn’t the case but he wasn’t one to argue with fate.  Dinnal stifled a groan and walked towards her, his hands itching to find out of her pale skin was every bit as silky as it looked.

Amar leaned against the door of her room and beaconed him forward with one finger, smiling coyly. A dream in the flesh indeed. Her head tilted back slightly once he got close and one hand reached forward to grasp the bone and jaguar tooth necklace he wore, pulling him towards her demandingly. He shivered, finding himself as nervous then has he had been on his first hunt as a child. For some reason this woman gave him the chills but he couldn’t explain why. Her boldness both thrilled and scared him at the same time and he didn’t want to disappoint her.

“I have to tell you I uh..I’ve never done this before.”

“First one night stand with a potential client?”

“No I mean…’this.”

“Are you a virgin?” His face burned at the delighted and possibly hysterical tone of voice from he would be bed partner. “Are you serious?”

“Would I lie about that?” He tried not to look embarrassed, or huffy but it was hard to do. It was hard to be nonchalant when admitting lack of experience to a hot woman like her but he wasn’t raised to put on airs. “Hunters in training for their Test are mostly solitary and–”

Dinnal tried not to babble on too much but he was still nervous, he hadn’t expected such a catch to come on to him that night and was quite pleased to join her upstairs. However he was still so nervous he thought he might pass out thanks to his heart pounding so fast. He stood before her, watching her and the forbidden door behind her with need. His leather hunter’s pants were quite tight and formed to every muscle, among other things, and he was suddenly very aware of her pericing gaze looking him over like a piece of prime sirloin at the butchers.

Amar had tried not to stare at the way the supple leather of his armor seemed to fit him like a second skin, displaying those sculpted hunter’s thighs and the impressive ridge of his erection straining at the hide. She had noticed that he was packing more heat than the average just from when they were together in the bar but now it was beyond obvious. Someone was bringing an elvish assult rifle to a sword fight.

“This’ll be fun. I’ve always wanted to break in my very own virgin.” She purred softly as he smirked and shifted his feet, obviously nervous but ready to go.

“Well…I’m glad that I can be your first?”He laughed half-heartedly and moved towards her, rubbing the back of his head for a moment. Amar loved that innocent but still lusty look he had. He certainly wanted her but seemed nervous about it at the same time. “I only hope that I can satisfy.”

“Shh. You certainly look like you will.” She smiled sweetly and moved in closer to rub her curvybody against his like an overly friendly cat. “Mmm you smell good enough to eat!”

Dinnal moaned, clearly enjoying her touch as his hands found her hips and rested there. “Well I hope so, I don’t know that much about..women really.”

“I’ll teach you all you need to know.”  Amar’s breath was hot against his ear as she rolled her hips against him slowly, working another startled gasp of pleasure from his lips. She liked his shyness. If he had yet to be with any other women then she could get him to do exactly what she wanted, how she wanted it.

One hand slid between them to stroke over his shaft, still locked behind all that leather. He felt so good, even covered and she couldn’t resist giving him a slow squeeze that made his dark eyes widen and fix on hers, burning with raw need.

“Lets get you out of these before you bust a seam.”

Amar pushed open the door to her room with one hand as she gave his necklace a tug like leading a recalcitrant mule into a stall. “Oh I’m going to enjoy you.” Her husky voice had a bit of a growl to it that sounded odd to him, almost like a wolf with a fresh kill. Part of him found that a bit intimidating but also incredibly enticing. He followed her into the room eagerly and pushed the heavy wooden door shut behind them, locking it with an easy flick of the wrist. “Once you’ve had me you’ll have to compare every other lover to the bar I’ve set, and I set a high one.

“This is just so…”

“Mmm don’t talk.” Amar pressed her finger to his lips to silence him as she moved in close, pressing her luscious form against him from chest to toe.  He could feel her warmth through their clothes, much hotter than he had expected her to be. She stared up at him intently, gnawing on the corner of her lip for a moment as her hands rested on his chest for a moment. He expected her to push him back or maybe change her mind but instead she pressed herself closer, rubbing against him like  a friendly cat. Dinnal gasped softly and gripped her around her narrow waist, meaning to hold her still so he could maintain some sense of control. Instead she seemed to take it as an invitation to grind herself against him a little more, making him harden in a dizzying rush. One of her small hands slid between them to tug at his sword belt, unlatching it carefully. His gear dropped to the floor with a clunk as soon as she gave the belt a good tug and her hand started to stroke the impressive ridge of his erection again, through the heavy leather of his trousers. She moaned low in her throat, sounding quite pleased as he gripped her waist tighter.

“You like that? Don’t worry..I’ll give you so much more.”Her head tilted and slid her hand up to tangle her fingers in his hair, tugging the black strands until he leaned down to kiss her. “That’s it, put your lips to better use.”

Her mouth was soft and wanting against his. Her tongue flicked against his lips as her head tilted slightly to get into a better position. Despite being rather inexperienced, he had kissed quite a few girls in his village and did know what he was doing in that respect. Amar certainly seemed to approve as he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue against hers in obvious challenge.  His length ached for her clever touch again and he couldn’t hold back a needy moan when she pulled back to suck on his lower lip for a moment.

She started to lead him back towards the only real piece of furniture in the room which was a large four post bed made from the local black bamboo. It was quite imposing and very different from the hammocks his people were used to sleeping in. He knew the inn had traditional style group rooms with hamocks hung so a full hunting party could lodge there but this one seemed to be made just for forien visitors like his toothsome lover.

His hands slid up and down her sides, loving the feel of the warm velvety fabric of her corset and skirt mixed with that tiny sliver of her silken skin in between.

“Help undress me.” Amar turned easily in his arms and put her back towards him, looking over her shoulder to indicate that he should unlace the back of her corset. He nodded and tried to keep his hands from shaking as he stared at the back of the garment. Why did all outlander women’s clothing have to be so confusing and difficult? He unhooked the back, perhaps a bit too roughly in his desire to get to the soft prize inside.

Amar leaned forward a bit to unlace her boots, pushing her heart-shaped ass back against him by ‘accident’. Soon her thumbs hooked in the waist of her short green skirt and she started to work it down her wide hips, inch by inch, shimmying like a belly dancer to get the job done. This only ground her softness against him mercilessly, a fact that she seemed quite aware of as a sly grin spread on her lips.

He bit his lip to try and hold back that raw moan. She was driving him wild. He had never felt anything like this before, not even in his wildest dreams. He quickly finished unhooking the last clasp and let his hands slid from the corset to rest on her narrow waist, not wanting to let go of her. His gaze dropped lower as well, watching her ass grind back against him, making him ache for her. This female was all wild sex like the forest dryads and fauns.

When Amar finally dropped her skirt to the ground and stepped out of it he could see that she wore nothing under it like the women of his tribe. He had expected a theif from across the seas to be wearing some silky underthing under that skirt, maybe even a loincloth but instead there was nothing but soft bare skin as far as the eye could see. Her sex was even bare, shaved completely clean. Being able to see everything excited him more than he could describe. He was jolted from his dumbstruck state by the feel of her soft hands unlacing the front of his pants.

“Now lets get you undressed for the occasion.”

Dinnal watched her before him and a soft whimper escaped his lips at her touch. Her head tilted up so she could kiss him again with that same slow intensity. She sighed with pleasure against him as he tried to help her with the difficult laces. He fumbled with the strings, finding her kisses to be very destracting but he certainly didn’t want to stop. Amar whimpered with need against his lips when she found the leather garment to be harder to remove than she had expected.

“Stupid armor, ngh!”

“I’m sorry that my pants ngh are too hard to get off…”He grunted as he pushed her hands away for a moment to pull the last of the laces loose, kicking his boots off quickly. Amar seemed more than happy to tug the leather gear down  so he could step out of it and he sighed with relief once his cock was freed from its confines. “Oh so much better.”

Amar’s soft hand quickly found his shaft as soon as the pants hit the floor and her fingers wrapped around the base, finding him pleasantly thick. She groaned against the side of his neck and gave him a slowly teasing stroke from base to tip. “Mmm oh yes, I’ll be enjoying this.”

“Amar…be careful…” He groaned loudly and rocked his hips against her hand instinctivly. Her touch was hot as she kept a firm grip on him, continuing to explore his length slowly. “Uuh that feels so good!”

Amar started to urge him back towards the bed, whispering how good he felt in her hand and how wonderful she knew he’d feel inside her. Her sweet speech was punctuated by soft nips along his ear that gave him goosebumps. She obviously wanted to drive him wild until he begged for more and she was certainly headed towards her goal.

Once he backed up against the bed he lost his balance and fell back onto it with a yelp, pulling Amar with him thanks to his steely grip on her waist. She easily moved onto the soft mattress with catlike grace, straddling his hips. For a moment he was sure that she would just lower herself down on him and take every throbbing inch of his cock into her hot sex. Instead she rubbed against him for a moment, nipping along the side of his neck until he thought he might go crazy.

“I want to taste you first.” The sound of that made him groan and he nodded willingly as she climbed away from him and sunk to her knees. The bed put  him at perfect level for her lips, a fact that she seemed more than ready to exploit. His shaft stood straight up at attention, waiting for her touch as she watched her lean in for a first exploritory lick. One small hand took hold of his shaft at the base and angled it to her full lips. Dinnal’s eyes locked onto her’s for a moment but soon shifted to watch her lips and tongue as she caressed his cock. She licked over every inch, tracing every vein with the tip of her tongue before sliding as much as she could take into her mouth, working a shocked groan from him. He thought he would spend at that first slide into her hot, wet, mouth but instead somehow he found the will to carry on.  His length flexed in her grip and she licked the first drops of  precome from the tip as if enjoying a particularly delicious ice cream.

“Nngh..this feels too good! I’m sorry..I don’t’ know how much longer I can hold on!”

“You don’t have to, let me taste you.” Her eyes were half closed in concentration and pleasure as she suckled on the broad head. Her hand continued to pump up and down his length, her thumb working the underside of the shaft with every stroke. She didn’t want him to try and hold on when all he wanted to do was let go. She knew a young man like him could go again quickly and she certainly wanted to taste him. “I want you to cum.”

He couldn’t hold back the shocked roar of pleasure as he gave in and came. He threw his head back and arched against the bed as Amar’s arm held his hips steady while she slurped greedily at his shaft. She moaned with pleasure and continued to stroke him, trying to milk every last drop of his cream as he bucked under her, panting for breath. She loved the way his cock lurched in her grip and pulsed so hard. Amar swallowed and moaned, he did taste good, far better than she had expected from a human.

“Oh…oh fuck..that was good…!”

“I’m glad you liked that and look, you’re ready for more!” Amar moaned softly as she licked her lips, still finding his impressive length hard as a rock. It seemed that her youthful pick of a jungle boy had no recharge time to speak of, what a perfect find when she was in heat.She certainly had not planned on giving him any quarter; she was going to enjoy him.

Dinnal was lost in pleasure, panting for breath as the room spun around him. If just her mouth felt that good, he couldn’t wait to find out what the rest of her could do. He heard Amar growl softly with need as she climbed up onto the bed and his eyes shot open when he felt her silken skin slide over his shaft as she moved to straddle his hips again like a jockey mounting a favorite race horse.

“What do you want me to do?”

She looked down at him with a truly feral expression of lust on his face. For a moment he seemed a little shocked, he had never expected to see such raw need expressed on her pretty face but it turned him on more than anything. Her hands rested on his chest, pushing him back into the covers as she rolled her hips slowly, rubbing her soft nether-lips against his cock, coating him with her hot juices.

“Need this, need you…ngh. Help me…”

“Oh yes, anything for you!” Her own hands seemed busy kneading the hard planes of his chest like a happy cat so he reached down to steady his shaft for her. He bit back a raw groan when he felt the broad crown slip between her wet lips but not enter her just yet. A trickle of her cream slid down his cock, fanning his desire for her into and even more intense blaze. “Amar..please! Dont’ tease me!”

“Oh yes…” She hissed from between slightly parted lips as she started to lower herself down on him, one perfectly thick inch at a time. Dinnal watched her with wide eyes, mouth agape at how good her burning wetness felt surrounding him and how wildly beautiful she looked. Her eyes were half closed and her head was tilted back in raw pleasure as her curvy hips slowly rolled, screwing herself down on him.

“Gods you’re beautiful…” He moaned softly as his hands found their way to her round breasts and cupped the milk white orbs. “And…ngh you feel so good!” His fingers squeezed her soft flesh, making her rosy nipples peek out from between his fingers. Amar bit her full lower hip and let gravity take her down the last few inches until the silken skin of her ass rested against his thighs.

“Haven’t ahhnn…been this full in so long! Dinnal, oh yes…I’m gonna..ngh love this.” She stared down at him with feral intensity and grinned as she leaned forward and started to ride him. “Mmm I’m going to come so hard on this big cock of yours, I hope you won’t mind if I mmmm…take my fill.”

“Oh, no ma’am, take ahhhnfuck…as much as you want!”

“Good, I’m going to.”

She might have said something else after that but Dinnal was no longer listening. Instead all he heard were her needy moans and sex kitten whimpers as she started to slide up and down on his shaft, pulling away until only the head was held tightly inside before slamming down to take every last throbbing inch into her embrace again. The lewdly wet sounds of slick flesh pumping into flesh made him ignore his own groans of pleasure as his heart pounded harder than he could ever remember. Amar’s hands ran up and down his chest, stroking over his smooth skin and tweaking his nipples every so often enough to make him arch under her. For a moment he felt a sharp prick on his skin and it seemed as it her nails were longer than he remembered but then she spun around to face his feet and he forgot everything for the moment but the feel of her hot body.

“Amar!” He knew he screamed when she did that at the erotic feel of her little inner muscles clamping around his shaft deliciously. Her back arched and her long cocoa  hair fell back to dust over his abs with each bounce of her curvy form. Her nails raked his inner thighs leaving red welts in their wake but he didn’t care at the moment. His lover rolled her hips slowly, whimpering with pleasure louder and louder until she stilled on top of him with a sudden startled cry. He moaned her name desperately as her pussy milked him tighter. Her long brown hair was thrown back over her shoulders and looked wild and untamed as she shivered all over for a moment like a horse after a long run. Her cheeks were flushed dusky pink as she looked down at him, catching her breath in quick gasps that made her round breasts heave and bounce to his enjoyment.

“Ngh..that’s one…oh by the gods I needed that!”

“Are you ok?”

“Ooh yes. I got my first thrill from fucking you, but now I want you to take me. You may be new at this but I think instinct will guide you just fine. ” Amar groaned as she slowly got him, pulling away from him until he gasped at the feel of the cool air of the room on his shaft. It twitched, wanting to be inside her again.

She looked over her shoulder at him as she got on all fours and spread her thighs wide, giving him a striking view of slick sex and pert ass all waiting for him. One hand reached under her to spread those wet lips, putting her soft pink folds on display for him. The smoulderingly intense look on her face made him feel nervous again for a moment but the scent of her and the way she looked made him want her too much to be afraid.

“I don’t think I need to tell you what to do now, do I hunter?” Amar purred coyly as she gave her hips a wiggle. Dinnal didn’t need a second invitation from her.

He moved to kneel behind her and steadied himself with one hand on her hip. She bit her lip in anticipation as he guided the thick head of his length to press against her slick entrance again. The feel of her burning hot lips wrapping around him made him hiss with pleasure.

“How should I…”

“Hard, fuck me hard!” Amar growled at him as she pushed her hips back suddenly, impaling herself on his massive shaft in one brutal pump. He gasped sharply and gripped her hips for dear life, seeing stars for a moment as her hot inner walls clenched around him. She almost yelped like a struck dog but from the pleased look on her face he knew that she liked it. “I want to feel you in me tomorrow!”

“Are you sure..I don’t want to hurt you…”

“If you go too hard I’ll say uncle!” She groaned as her hips worked in a slow circle, grinding herself back against him. “Now saddle up cowboy!”

Dinnal didn’t need her tell him that again as he pulled back for another thrust, gritting his teeth and the raw sensation shooting through him that made him want to spill right then. He took a deep shaking breath and paused to let her get used to his size for a moment and to let himself calm down before sliding back into her slick heat to the hilt. His lover whimpered and squirmed when he hilted, gasping with pure delight as if she’d never had anyone fill her so completely before. She was so hot and wet, and so perfectly tight that he didn’t know how long he could last. But he had to last and please this wild woman if it was the last thing he did.

Haven’t added everything to it yet and I still think I’ll split it between Vanilla coms and HOLYFUCKIN WTH!? what do you think? leave a comment! Here’s the latest addition:

Chantix even makes demons quit smoking!

So Dante (The evil fuck that he is) will be returning in a shortie setup after this chapter which is almost done. Mary returns to the rescue of her stupid blond roomate on page 31 (last time she was seen was in the ‘Other Uses For a Succubus’ gag strip). Both are rocking their mini-”hi I have to get around indoors” wings instead of the big ones.

And yes this is drawn on Chantix swag. The Viagra pad is too tiny and dammit the good ol’ Flomax notepad has days of the week written on it! Screw you too Pfizer!

Every sexy and ever twisted. New Lady Gaga video that I’ve been watching over and over while working on commissions and NANO this week. Enjoy!

I want to say “only in Japan!” but it’s totally in China.

And yeah, quitting NANO at 20k because lets face it, nobody wants to read it and I just don’t have the time. I’ll finish up more pron pages, pinups and other stuff instead