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27 — Non-intimate Arrangements

The fire burned low, but the flames and smoke tore into the sky. The smell of acrid and scorched fabric stung her nose. She winced at the smell but made no gesture to display her irritation. Rennia stared at Ishmere sitting in front of the mound they had dug, playing with a stick as the pyre of clothes imitated a bonfire.

It was Ishmere's idea to put the dead to "rest" by burning the last of their possessions in the uncontrolled fire. Old rubber shoes, barmaid aprons, and bags that were...

26 — Morning Confessions

Rennia grumbled to herself as she got to work. Twice she had made stew, and she was already sick of it—hopefully mash was better than hardtack. She was doing anything, almost anything to distract herself from where she was, what she was going to be doing, and where she was living. She felt distraught—she had been separated from Lyanna like this since, since the day she met her. They were best friends and more, and she was too stupid to see that.

"You're a stupid fucking whore, Renni...

25 — Corporeal

Ishmere

Ishmere woke from her slumber, and not pleasantly. No, waking from her slumber was the last thing she wanted to do, but she was dragged awake. She didn't wake up on a bed but in empty space. She was inside a room, and not just any room—her room. It was darker than the night, lightless and completely silent, not a single particle making noise. Even as she walked around it, she found that her footsteps made no sound, but she could see ripples in the dark where...

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This is still early and rough, but which group of characters would you want to see get a NSFW chapter next? (Will probably do a second poll to narrow it down.) Also open to suggestions.

🖤🖤🖤 24 — The Ritual

Rennia, much to Ishmere's chagrin, did not penetrate her. Not yet. She was still curious about touching and tinkering with Ishmere's body before she wanted to end the play. Ishmere wanted this. Ishmere started this. She also caused it.

And Rennia was already halfway there.

Rennia's hand curled around and gripped Ishmere's physical cock. The cloudy specter moaned, slow and with a hint of annoyance. Rennia wouldn't let her off easily, not after her encounter. She started stroking, s...

🖤🖤HSP Bonus 1 — Things, just Between Us.

The Bronzecloaks, as they had called themselves, sat in a cave ten miles north of Kibblestadt. The cave was a hideout of sorts, or more like a place they came to when they were hiding or expecting a "hiding" from the guards.

The group had fled the town after the Kettens let the alarm bells out. Merchandise was missing, and a certain group of adventurers were drunk. Who would let that slide at all? Certainly not the Kettens. The truth was and had been that Lyanna had supplied them with m...

🖤🖤 23 — Pleasing her whims

Rennia was on her knees, legs splayed in opposite directions, hands on the wooden floor, gawking at the astral spirit's shameless obscenity. Ishmere had spread her own legs, her doll-like and dormant body in full view of Rennia.

Magical-imbued light glistened faintly along both Ishmeres but seemed to gravitate around her thighs. Rennia could feel a sense of heat emanating from both. She was left frozen, barely staying upright after the day's ordeal. An erection had formed; she felt her ...

22 — The Chase

Rennia sprinted through the woods, trying to match the forest trail she had come from. Ishmere's naked and limp body bounced on her shoulder—surprisingly light and as floppy as cloth. The forest had grown dense since she'd ventured deeper.

Behind her, the monstrous meter-and-a-half spider gave pursuit, its mandibles clattering together and long limbs skittering across the ground as it stalked her. Its body was far too wide to traverse between the trees easily, though its strength allo...

21 — Corpse Garden

Afternoon light leaked into the decaying tavern, and Rennia shielded her eyes from the sunrays blasting through holes in the rooftop. She stood in fresh clothing, clad in some dead adventurer's gambeson. Ishmere had assured her that ownership issues were no longer a problem, nor would it smell since someone had stored it away for years ago. It did, however, smell of dust and old wood.

She sheathed her sword in the belt around her waist. While she lacked a shield, she had improvised by t...

20 —

Rennia had gotten up from the stairwell. When she woke, someone had covered her and tucked a pillow under her head. Part of her hoped what had happened—who knows how long ago—had been a dream. It wasn't and here she was, in the deeper inner workings of the Ebon Gild. Her lower body remained naked, her cock flaccid but exposed.

She gripped it. It felt strange and oddly wet, though no fluid was present. Maybe, just maybe a certain spectre had suckled it while she slept. No—just her ...

18 — Talks and negotiations

The ruinous basement glowed with dim blue light. The residual arcane light pulsed faintly, and dust settled and drifted when she, the spook, the ghoulish specter, moved around.

Rennia, bare-bottomed, hid her cock away and had curled into the corner of the room like she had been scolded. She was tense and emotionally confused. She stared at the snow-white thing that teased her, made fun of her, and haunted her.

Everywhere she had tried crawling, the ghost would follow. The specter ...

17—The Haunting of the Ebon Gild

She had returned to the burned kitchen. It still smelled of sausage fat and wild smoke. She had put out the fire when she had left. Perhaps that was a mistake. She should have kept it running. She needed that warm water now more than ever. There was a large sink at the rear of the kitchen. The tap worked. The water was clean and running. Whoever designed it must have taken great care to maintain it.

Cold as the water was, she needed it. She stripped herself and carelessly threw the clot...

16 — Alone and Cold

Rennia had woken up damp, certainly cold, and she was sure she stunk. She was definitely sweaty, and her share of clothing was well overdue for a wash. A good thing she had packed accordingly. The rotting wood and mud-caked ground outside of the tavern didn't help much with her nasal comfort.

Standing up to go stare in a mirror in a corner, she gawked.

This was no way for a woman to live, much less any human. What made this different from camping out in the woods or some dungeon w...

15 — The tavern in the middle of nowhere

The caravan came to a stop. Bexxy refused to move an inch further, she neighed horribly. Tiamael was silent, staring intently at the sprawling ruin, eyes alert. Every building was made of half-collapsed brick, stone and dead mortar. Moss and flora were growing everywhere inside the buildings. This place was dead.

This was her destination. Rennia couldn't believe it.

"Welcome to the Ebon Guild?" She said it like a question, and alarm bells started ringing in Rennia's head.

"N...

14 — Respite

The caravan had stopped by the roadside. Each wheel creaked beneath the dimming sky, silent but heavy. The world was fading into dusk, and they were nowhere close to their destination. The horse, Bexxy, neighed as loud as she could, stamping the wet ground with uneasy hooves.

Tiamael rubbed a calming hand across her steed's face. "Easy, boy. Easy."

Rennia glanced around. They were exposed here. Open road, post-rain mud, distant trees twitching in the wind. The breeze itself whispe...

13 — Ride to who knows where

Rennia’s face was slouched against her knees as she watched trees, rivers, and mountains go by. Kibblestadt was gone. Her home—out of sight. Never to be seen again, anytime soon at least.

The area they had entered was cold. Very cold. And not just physically—tonally too. Like a major whiplash, it made her feel a range of emotions. It made her wonder if they were near a dungeon. Tiamael would know, but Rennia didn’t want to ask her.

A warm blanket covered her, one made by h...

12 - Farewells

Rennia stood watching her home from afar. She knew what was coming. She knew what was going to happen now.

The sword in her waist felt heavier than it should, and it didn't make her feel safe.

She didn’t even know where she was going to stay, or what the place looked like. How dangerous it was. How she’d be treated by this “master” of her mother. She feared for her life. People who labeled themselves "master" even in tutorous position made her weary. She really didn't want...

11 - Goodbyes

Rennia’s eyes were puffy. She had cried enough. The walls of her childhood were crumbling to dust, and she wondered why her mother had made such an effort to send her sisters away — but kept her here, watching, and monitoring.

She needed to see Lyanna before she went. The mystery of her classes and skills could wait. She needed to get things off her chest. Rennia at least needed to confess.

She walked toward the storage room. Though the house was larger than most, there were f...

10 - Birds, no bees here.

Rennia’s head hurt, and her throat was hoarse. She’d had a hell of a night, probably caught a flu out there in the orchard. There were little treant monsters, and delicious golden apples, and Lyanna—Lyanna...

Oh no.

She struggled to open her eyes. She blinked hard. Coughed. Something thick came loose in her throat, a clot of slime. She was in her bed. She didn’t remember getting to her bed.

Oh

And—how could she have forgotten? How could she ...

9 - Trial by mob

Rennia was strung up in full view of the village square in Kibblestadt. A horrendously thick rope held her up. Her hands were tied together with a shorter string, her feet bound. Even her toes were tied together. Her mouth was gagged. What wasn’t touched, however, was her cock, which hung in its shortened form, twitching slightly in the cold.

The air was sharp. The full moon had come to watch her trial by mob justice unfold. Two very different crowds were forming—civilians and wande...

8 — State of a sexual emergency

The apple orchard wasn’t that far from the Town of Kibblestadt, if you had used the road, and you carried no, luggage. As if almost affirming that reality to a point, Rennia had been running for at least a couple miles after the frightened Edric. He had to have used some kind of [Speed skill] to get away, and yet, despite trailing behind, she couldn’t let him go. She couldn’t let “them” end like this. She couldn’t let this be the last thing he thought of her.

🖤 7 – Panic

Rennia sniffed herself and frowned. She could blame the excursion here, the fight with the treant things. It took a lot of sweat out of her. But she smelled not just of sweat, but sex and fluids.

She clamored to her clothing, but stopped before she could. Her attention fixated on the half-naked figure of Lyanna, who was already a soaked mess. Her thighs stuck together, and the cum was still there, dripping and mixed with the dirt.

Rennia approached anyway. She should be leaving, t...

🖤🖤🖤 6 – The Body Knows

Rennia’s body was set aflame, changed and twisted by her shaft. Lyanna, kneeling, brought her head down, swallowing the head of her throbbing cock. Her warm saliva and her moving tongue made her, Rennia’s legs weak like jelly.

She stared up at Rennia’s eyes, glancing, as she teased her glans with wet licks and soft kisses. Her tongue danced in circles, Rennia’s fingers clamped into the dirt, waiting.

“Nnh… Lya. Do we—” She wanted to stop it here, and yet her body d...

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Since I’m still early in the writing process, there’s a lot of flexibility around the backlog and tier rewards. When you subscribe to a tier, you won’t instantly receive the full chapter count promised (e.g., 10 chapters in advance). Instead, you'll gradually gain access to more chapters as the backlog builds, until the tier reaches its full benefit.

For example, I might promise one week in advance, but the backlog might n...

God-Tier Slime ❤︎❤︎ 6 - A soft descent

The nameless slime was sent flying away. His body was thrown into the depths below the slope, his gelatinous body streaking through the air like cosmic flame. Tentacles warping and his body burning uncontrollably.

The nameless slime fell down a mountainous cliff, the shimmering mass of maddening slimes far behind him, but he didn’t think they would follow. The nameless slime tumbled and rolled downwards, coming to a stop at a steep crag. Below was a river and a cascade flowing somewhe...

God-Tier Slime ❤︎ 5 — A Name Forgotten, A Slime’s Fate

For a long time, all he saw was whiteness—opaque, blank valleys and different contours of white. It was as if he had gone reverse-blind.

When his goggly eyes opened again, he wiggled slightly. He felt strange—like something inside him had died, yet he was still the same as before. He had every recollection, every memory.

He was... Vicktori—
He was... Victor—
He was... Vik—

He was what? Why the fuck couldn’t he recall his name?

A status screen popped u...

God-Tier Slime 4 – Power at the tips of your fingers

After Viktorian had crossed the mini chasm, he sat on the other side, lamenting his reality and partially his existence. But he didn't dawdle long, lest the crazed blobs below had half a mind to follow him up here and chew on him

He peered upwards.

From this vantage point, the sword was in clear view. The hilt stuck out of the tall grasses that led down a long slope, which looked very much like a death slide.

Could be a fun death slide.

He started bouncing up ...

God-Tier Slime 3 – A deal with a goddess?

[Hey! Wake up!]

Viktorian was deep in a slumbering state, his gooey form juggled in his sleep, wiggling as he stirred his slimy body. His mind wandered—he was dreaming. A mixture of fantasy and desires, unattainable to him. He was back home, seated on his computer.

 The ghost girl was next to him, staring at him, watching. Her blue face gawking open mouth as she watched him, game mindlessly. 

They stared at each other. Just waiting. A game was on...

God-Tier Slime 2 – Level?!

Viktorian shook his little slime body as an army of amorphous blobs turned toward him. Hundreds of little baby slimes surrounded him, all focused on the sudden words he gurgled out.

“Shiiiiii!!!!”

“Shiii!!!” They echoed his profanity in the slime nest. 

He shivered as the little bodies started climbing on him, covering him with their slimy goo—although he was the exact same as them. He felt himself slipping as he was pulled from one end to the other.  The...

God-Tier Slime 1 – The goddess of Trickery

Viktorian knew he was dead. In fact, he knew he had been dead for a very long time. He had died in the most ridiculous way possible. He always knew his apartment was haunted; they warned him. The agent warned him, his family warned him, his neighbors warned him. He had even seen the warning signs.

Even the doors slamming and lights turning off suspiciously were warnings. But he paid no attention to them.

Ghosts? What are those? A figment of your imagination.

He had ...