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Twilight of the Gods: Oannes (3)

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The fall of an Empire, the scourging of a continent, the despair and starvation of the deeps… A Paladin, A Handmaiden, A Pilgrim and the Daughter of a Fallen God, their seemingly hopeless quest becoming more desperate before they can even leave the Westerlands. The Grand Lodge of the Resonant, the titanic source of the Resonant’s reality-warping power, lies fallow and silent, The Logos Mnemosyne still cloistered with her oldest friend, Samuel the Caladonian, as he desperately searches for some knowledge of the past that can tip the balance in the favour of those still Loyal to Maou, Tyris and Ammit. As the burden borne by Reitia, the Rafnsdottir, becomes more and more evident, can her sister Jelena offer her any succor?

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Active Ingredient- Chapter 3: Hands On Work

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“Hey Rinata?” I ask almost timidly.

“Yes?”

“You seem real nice and sweet and trusting- but what would you have done if I was like…..I dunno….some rapist or serial killer?”

“Why? Did you plan on taking advantage of me?” she teases.

“No…no, I…” I stammer nervously.

“Relax- you don’t have that kind of darkness about you. We’re usually alot better than humans about picking up on those sorts of things.”

“Really?”

“Yes….also it seems as though rapists and serial killers don’t read the Want Ads anymore. At least the one I put out.” she joked.

I smiled weakly as I put my shirt back on.

“Not to mention I’m a lot stronger than I look. Now I have a question for you, Gunnar.”

“Oh?”

“How do you know I wasn’t going to drug you and ship you off to some hyper-aggressive ogres or Amazonesses as their sex slave?”

“That would make on hell of a letter to Penthouse Form…” I contemplate.

This earns a hearty chuckle from Rinaata.

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Boobs, Butt or Shoulder? You Choose

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‘Oh, Master’s so energetic!’ giggled the holstaur as her fingers teased your own asshole, making a few larger shots of pearls shoot over her cleavage. ‘He came so much, his cream is so thick!’

The weresheep and Inari moved over to the holstaur as she dipped her fingers into the pool in her cleavage and started licking it clean. They joined her in rubbing the semen into her breasts and getting their fingers smeared with your cream, sucking it off lewdly as if they were giving the best blowjobs of their lives. You watched them, the extra stimulation they gave leaving you too drained and sensitive to do anything else.

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Twilight of the Gods: Handmaiden (2)

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Twenty Years has passed since the Apophean Eclipse, where the world once again was thrown into chaos by a confluence of realities. Locked in an interminable stand-off, Gods, Humans, and Mamono can do little more than hold the tenuous balance of the cold war which has gripped the known world since the Fall of The Raven and murder of Nagarani Lyssa, and the assumption of the Thrones of Hamunapt, Heliopolis and Memphis by Apophis, now styling herself as God-Queen, the Serpent of Midnight. In Caladon, the Taurean Jelena, only daughter of Horus and Hathor prepares to undergo the rites which will anoint her as a Handmaiden in service to her mother, making her a Priestess of Ammit in her own right. And amongst it all, still as inscrutiable as ever, the mysterious form of the girl Reitia drifts, orphaned daughter of Lyssa and Corvus, now ward of the leaders of the Ammitian faith. But peace so tenuously won cannot last forever, and the Agents of Apophis stand ready to strike. But even their guile must wait upon the Will of Ammit, who holds the very keys of death in her taloned hand, and history shows that she is not shy about unleashing the teeming dead when an irritant becomes too annoying…

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Milk, Eggs, and Science

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Day 107

Fortunately, you cannot rape the willing. I woke up coiled around Tom, incredibly horny and desperate for relief. I managed to coax his pants down to his ankles with nothing but my tail. I bit his shoulder. No idea why, but my venom seems to be an aphrodisiac. His cock grew hard immediately, and I kissed him deeply as I lowered my pussy onto it, crying out in joy as he penetrated me.

I was in heaven. He let me control everything, not that he had any choice in the matter. I had him wrapped up in my coils so tight that he couldn’t move an inch if I didn’t want him to. It was thrilling, having complete control. It’s never been like that for me with a man before. I wanted to savor every minute of it.

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Side Effects

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“Did you not read your contract?” he asked.

“What contract? She took a breast enhancement mutagen,” Sam insisted.

The doctor blanched. “Oh dear. That is unfortunate.”

“What is happening to me?” I demanded.

“Well, it seems as though you’ve stumbled across one vial from a lot of bovine mutagen that was reported missing a few weeks ago. This mutagen is very potent, very strictly regulated. It is a speciating mutagen, resulting in a fundamental change in the genetic and physical makeup of the subject it is administered to,” he explained.

“What does that mean?” Sam asked.

“It means that you are transforming into what is colloquially known as a cowgirl, a genetically engineered hybrid designed for maximized milk production.”

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