Have you ever helped a sleepy Lich wake up?
This is what this short sequence is about. Beware of greentext
Have you ever helped a sleepy Lich wake up?
Another collaboration with Noizyboy.
After witnessing a proud and boastful Anubis reduced to a meek, blushing, quivering mess by her husband’s assertive pampering, a Jinko personal trainer begins the mad dash home with some ideas of her own.
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A small piece of smut about a man and his Danuki waifu.
“I’m calm” a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he snakes his hand between her thighs. James’ fingers grazing between her lower lips before returning them to her face. Making a show with the juices he gathered from her. “It’s you who seems a bit worked up.” Madeline then grabs his wrist in response, bringing his fingers to her lips. Giving the offending digits’ soft kisses that soon turn to suckling them clean of her clear nectar. Holding his gaze in her eyes as her actions dawn on her in a blushing realization.
“Gosh, James!” she protests as she hides under her arm to cover up reddening face. “I can’t believe I did that.”Read More...
A collaboration between myself and Noizyboy-
An Anubis and Jinko clash over their different parenting styles.Read More...
I can see my sweet little baby girl on her momma’s lap, fixing me with those big beautiful auburn eyes as she absently is sucking on an oversized paw-digit.
“Is that what’s going on, Pumpkin princess?” I ask her sweetly as I stride across the room, stooping to give her a little kiss on the forehead.
However, instead of standing up right away, I playfully cock my ear as though I’m listening to something my baby daughter has to say.
“Oh? Really? Well….I’ll ask her, but…..”
“What?” Sakaali asks defensively.
“She says ‘Mama’s full of crap’….damn shame, her first words, too.”
The bigger Anubis playfully smacks me with her paw by way of response.
“She also says ‘You’re too old to geek out to some kid’s show’ and….oh yeah- ‘Stop hitting daddy’.”
“I…it’s not just a kid’s show.” she stammers defensively.
“If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and….well….goes ‘quack quack’.”
“I grew up with this show, Graham.”
I shoot her a skeptical look.
“Really? How old were you when it came out…?”
She looks away from me before quietly murmuring.
“If it’s not too much trouble, we’ll take you up on your offer. But first, you should meet your new homestay.”
I look around- surely it isn’t the redhead with patchwork skin on her face in the black and yellow jacket. She looks like she’s all business, and right now her business was babysitting this mysterious new guest and Smith. There was the other one off on the property somewhere that I caught a glimpse of on the way in.
As I turned to look around for her, I was aware of a darkness sweeping over me. It wasn’t a cloud- it was something else. Looking up, I briefly catch a silhouette of something with a distinctly feminine outline swooping down on me from above, a pair of outstretched feathery wings backlit by the glare of the sun.
Time stands still and that thought is quickly dispelled as something big whizzes by my head. Instinctively I raise my arm to shield my face, but the looming figure is gone just as quickly as she’s shown up.
And so is my Stetson.
I wheel around, not finding it on the ground right away. Still unsure of what’s going on, I see my hat being clutched in a pair of talons as a giant bird noiselessly flaps its wings over by Smith and the redhead. Only I can now see that its not a bird as the talons clutching my headgear hover a few inches off of the ground.
It’s a woman. A beautiful woman with feathery arms and a surprisingly voluptuous human figure whose legs tapered off to giant talons beneath the knees. The arms almost immediately taper off into almost surfboard-sized wings starting at the shoulder.
How can she fly with such a buxom figure? I thought harpies were supposed to be petite and slender for better flight efficiency. Her hair is platinum- almost white and she’s wearing a pair of denim cutoffs and a light colored tank top with spaghetti straps seemingly struggling to contain a rather impressive bust. With a quick kick of her talons, my hat was now being held loosely in one of her wings- a small clawed hand barely visible among her plumage as she hovers next to Smith.
Save for a tiny disdainful smirk flashed my way, she shows next to no emotion as she alights next to the woman in the dark suit.Read More...
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A re-write of re-write which probably needs at least three more drafts.Read More...