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A Whisper of Dusk Chapter 2, DisOrder

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I glanced up again at the Order Fighter; he had tired of his sport and was approaching the child with a firm set to his countenance as he began to raise his axe one last time. I noticed then in the sky above me, another Whisper of Dusk shining forth.

The time of my Choice had arrived. It was now an option between bad or worse.  Bad, the child might live, but at an acute cost. Worse, the child would die. The cost: my soul.

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A Whisper of Dusk, Chapter 1, Sojourn’s Ending

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But, my mood was elevated when I observed the sun peeking through the endless clouds for a few seconds.

I just stood there for a couple more hours observing what I could of the city and waiting for a repeat viewing of the sun. Eventually, Afrodille joined me in silently watching the view. It seemed out of character for her to do so. But, it was good for my mood to have some company.

When I mentioned to her my witnessing of the sun, Afrodille became anxious. According to her, such a sighting of the sun was locally known as a “Whisper of Dusk”; and was considered a bad omen to the one who had observed it. She asked me to be careful that day. I took her concerns serious and assured her that I would.

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Cut and Run Chapter 2

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Catching my breath, “The Fuck were you thinking, Gojira?” I yelled.

“I just saved your life, you Ungrateful Monkey!”, she snarled back.’

“I didn’t want your help, Tinker Toad!” I return.

“Hairless Ape!” She volleyed back.

“Egg Sucker!”

“Flat Foot!”

“Bacon Breath!”

“Gibbon Goon!”

“Drama Bat!”

“Ground Hog!”

“Tree Hatched Shell Slime!”

“Fruit Eating Mud Monkey!”

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Sojourn’s End, Chapter 6. A Painful End

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All around her indigo colored gluteus maximi I go. After a minute, I start making every fourth whack a particularly large one. One, two, three, FOUR! One, two, three, FOUR! Once more, I see a look of surprise on her face.
But then, I also see something else in her eyes. I hide my smile when I see it: they are starting to dilate. A few seconds more, and I see her open her mouth and start to pant through it ever so softly! In an instant, I scent her genitals emitting the Demonic equivalent of Love Honey (Brimstone and Treacle), starting to saturate and overflow her loins.

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Lured of the Rings

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“Touch me, oh touch me,” she crooned. Frotho’s hand, as though of its own will, reached out and traced the delicate swelling of her Dark Elf-breast, while the other slowly crept around her tiny, flawless waist, crushing her to his barrel chest.
“Hairy chest, I love a hairy chest,” she moaned, forcing him down on the silvered carpet. Her tiny, pink fingers caressed the luxuriant fur of his pectoral muscles while Frotho’s nose sought out the warmth of her precious long pointed Dark elf-ear.
“But I’m so tall and hairy, and . . . and you’re so beautiful,” Frotho whimpered, slipping clumsily out of his crossed garters. The Dark Elf-maiden said nothing, but only sighed deep in her throat and held him more firmly to her faunlike body.
“There is one thing you must do for me first,” she whispered into one rounded ear.
“Anything,” sobbed Frotho, growing frantic with his need. “Anything!” She closed her eyes and then opened them to the ceiling.

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Sojourn’s End: Chapter 5. ReSpiteful

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I approached Messalina, who had been awaiting my decision with amusement. She looked like the Cat who had caught a Leviathan.
“Anything at all, you say, Messalina?” I asked, sweetly.
“Yes, Arawn, provided that it ends with at least one orgasm.” She smiled that predators grin again at me.
“You can be assured that such will occur, Milady.”
“Very well, then Arawn, I am intrigued. What do you propose?” I leaned close to her, and whispered what I had in mind into her long-pointed ear. She reacted immediately.
“You CAN’T be serious!” she scoffed, alarmed, as she jerked herself away from me wild eyed.
I remained where I was, grinning.

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Sojourn’s End, Chapter 4; Hard Questions Uneasy Answers

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The Great Maou, (thankfully) chose to change her line of query.
“Earlier you said you were created. Does that mean you were not … ‘born’?”
‘Thank you,’ I thought to myself. “I was born in the concept of being a creation yes. But I also know that is not what you mean.”
I leaned back to one side. “I am assuming that you mean ‘born’ as in the ‘old fashioned way’: carried inside a woman for several months?”
She nodded.
“Then no,” I mused half to myself, “I was not ‘born’ in that manner. I think I can guess what your next question will be. So, to save time, I will answer it as well. I was ‘born’ fairly much as you see me now; fully functional as an adult, physically at least.” Looking up I noticed that my answer seemed to have left her outraged.
“Then you never had a mother or a father? Someone to cling to, or care for you as you matured?” she asked incredulous.
“I was already grown up physically.” I said defensively, feeling a bit insulted. “My designers felt that there was no need for parental units since we came out as fully grown. I think what you are about to ask next is: came out of what?”
The Great Maou nodded shakily.
“For lack of a better term, an Alembic.”

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The Spider Girl’s Toilette

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‘Great Maou! It’s just one Damned Thing after another!’, Helvetia thought to herself at the controls of her Teleportation Platform (#11).
Tia took a quick break while her platform ran its automatic internal self-diagnostic. Looking over at Sundia’s platform, she saw that a pair of Red Oni, were having trouble keeping their own newly teleported Damned Thing under control. ‘It’s good to see I’m not the only one having to deal with these obnoxious creatures!’ None of the Damned Things cared for the Teleportation process and let everyone and everything around them know about it.

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Cut and Run, Chapter 1

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Well anyways, when I finally regained consciousness, I found myself aboard a train headed for parts east, and I was trussed up like a Krampus Day Turkey. I soon found out that I was suspended horizontally about a couple of feet from the ceiling of the luggage car, with my head banging against the wall in tune with the swaying of the train.
Turning my head I was able to view below me a Green Oni who appeared to be my guard. She was sitting in a chair underneath me, occasionally glancing up, but with most of her attention fixed upon that Eastern Asian crossword puzzle, what do they call it again? Soo-boo-koo? Did I say Eastern Asian? I meant to say Mist Continent! My bad.
After a couple of hours of my hanging there, I asked her if she could let me go so I could take care of some business. I asked her politely several times to let me go. I even said the magic word: Asshole.

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Sojourn’s End Chapter 3, A Test of Wills

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My hackles rise as I comprehend my situation: ‘I am confined. I HATE being confined!’, my control over my emotions begins to falter as that child-thing approaches me relentlessly. I find myself involuntarily stepping backwards in consternation.
Observing my action, she smiles lewdly, enjoying my discomfort.  She seems to deliberately stomp her hooves louder as she steps ever closer. My smile has long vanished, replaced with a snarl.
The closer she gets, the more my attention is drawn to her finer details. I can see that she has but three fingers along with a thumb on each of her oversized hands/paws? Lace garter stockings combined with a strip of a halter that just barely covers her nipples. On an adult female, such accoutrements would have intrigued me. But I find it beyond revolting on this mockery of a woman.
Finally, she stops just outside the innermost circle. She continues looking over my near naked form as if I am slab of meat, her pupils lingering over select portions of my anatomy. Her mouth opens and I see her tongue blep out for several seconds as her gaze fixates on my loincloth. Bile rises in my throat in response,.
Her gaze tells me that I am nothing more than a commodity to her. I sense that she would not hesitate for an instant to turn me into a plaything if given half a chance.

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