I find myself in the midst of a Sorcerer’s duel with an opponent by the name of Prester-Tim. We are dueling because he insisted upon treating my beloved Shoggoth: Takana, shabbily.Read More...
I was about to say something more, when we heard a knocking upon her door, it knocked but once and nothing more. She seemed surprised, then went to see what lay in store. I chose to remain in her boudoir, for my clothing lay in tatters upon the floor, my nudity would be something no Mamono would ignore.Read More...
Soon, Cria had started using her tail tip to ‘inspect’ me as well as her hands, and I noticed that she was now blepping with her tongue, also she had curled her tail around my feet, and that she was now standing REAL close to me.
“Uh Boss, I’m starting to feel a little uncomfortable here. Could you back off a bit please?” She just looked at me in my eyes, and shook her head ‘No’.Read More...
“How is it, that you were able to understand her, Majin Arawn?” asked Victoria.
“It is quite simple, your Highness. A long time ago, I learned to speak Baby.”
“That’s preposterous Arawn, babies don’t speak.” She claimed, with her own Mother looking dubiously over her shoulder at me.
“Well then, let me give you a demonstration your Highness.” I then turned and addressed her baby. After a few interchanges, I came up with a suitable reply.
“According to your daughter, the reason why she doesn’t like to feed immediately after you bathe, is that the soap you use is overly spicy.”
A thought occurred to me then, so I follow up on it. I stand up, unzip my pants and pull out my dick.
‘Well Fuck! It’s still the same length!’ I grouse to myself. ‘So much for being turned into an Incubus overnight!’
“Frazziss. You’ve got to let me go.” I beg of her.
“Please, I can’t hold on anymore. It’s just too painful.” And it was. I tried, I tried so very hard to hold on for her. But I just wasn’t tough enough.
The tears in her eyes that had been threatening to flow, did so as she closed them in anguish. I could see them course down her face, tracing the outline of those sweet cheek scales that I had lovingly stroked so many times.
Sobbing, she opens her eyes again. It breaks my heart to see the tears of the tortured longing in her face shining forth with a desire for something more, something unattainable.
I try to gently pull away from her, but she refuses to liberate me as I sit there on the edge. Instead, she tightens her grasp as if she could make me stay with her forever.
“Please.” I whisper one last time.
Slowly, reluctantly, she loosens her grip. She’s finally facing the fact that despite all of her wants, all of her desires, there were some things that I just couldn’t give her.
Then at the last, she releases me.
I turn my head away so as to not see the agony that grips her mournful face. I move my legs over the edge and face the gulf that lies before me. I gauge the distance, hoping that I might not miss the mark of the stone that lay so far beneath me. I also hope that she wouldn’t pull me back again. Yet, somehow deep down, I knew that I could trust her not to.
I don’t look back, for if I did, I wouldn’t be able to do what I have to next.
My ears shriek with her anguished negation, as I propel myself over the edge and down into the vastness that lay below.Read More...
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.Read More...
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.Read More...
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.
“Tree Hatched Shell Slime!”
“Fruit Eating Mud Monkey!”Read More...
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.