Angelique the Were-cat demonstrates the validity of the old maxim: “The squeaky wheel gets the grease.”Read More...
I found myself being woken up in the most pleasant way possible. Someone was blowing me.
I could feel a goofy grin widening across my face as whoever she was teased, tickled, and tantalized my dicks with her mouth and paws.
I had to hand it to her, she really knew what she was about.
Idly looking around at all of the Home Improver sales flyers. I noticed that I had managed to wander into the B.O.B. alley.
I almost laughed, after I spied a couple of human women in Aisle 69. They were trying to not be too obvious about checking out what kinds of Battery-Operated-Boyfriends, that Mamono prefer to use.
I’ll give you a hint- those toys don’t use “D” batteries, they’re often powered with car batteries instead.Read More...
“I’m in Hell. I’m dead, and you’re the Demon I’m in love with!” she wailed.
“But, Angelique!” I began, “I’m not a De….” I stopped, realizing what I was about to say.
“Well technically, I AM a Demon. An Incubus actually, yes.” I pointed out, smiling. She shied away from me when I said that.Read More...
Herrassiss must’ve been observing the proceedings. Because, just before we arrived, she popped out of seemingly nowhere with a conniption fit.
“BAILIFFS!” She screamed, her wings flexing furiously. “You’re supposed to be arresting HIM!”
The White Wurm stopped and looked perplexed, then turned and looked at me for a second. After that, she raised a paw to point at me and then looked back at Herrassiss with a questioning look.
“YES, HIM!” Herrassiss screamed, seemingly louder and shaking with indignation. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the Green and the Red give each other a momentary smirk.
At first, Lessa wanted to tutor me Dragon-Tongue by sitting on my lap with her paws on my shoulders. I decided that this wasn’t conducive to my learning anything of value.
Well, anything other than where her erogenous zones were, that is.Read More...