Aclysia was wiping the floor clean of her own love juices. “Sorry,” John declared, helping her by grabbing a washing cloth himself and taking care of the table they had soiled. Breakfast was ready, but the place to eat it at had to be wiped off.
“It took me by surprise, Master, nothing more,” Aclysia stated, still only wearing an apron and her skin flush with recent pleasure. She was bent over, presenting her juicy ass and wet cunt. A drop of her lubricating juice d...
2020-02-25 08:08:58 +0000 UTC
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QUICK! Bring her tea and pats to keep it that way!
As per usual: You can use and duplicate this for non-commercial projects. Credit goes to Kriniere.
Poll for the next one going up in a minute
2020-02-24 10:16:56 +0000 UTC
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“I have breakfast blowjob privilege!” Rave continued and quickly climbed under the table before anyone else could get there ahead of her. She was barely between his legs when John had already unequipped everything he was wearing. Whether she was mad about the fact that his clothes weren’t caught up in said ruining, she didn’t show.
“I love that you call sucking my cock a privilege,” John gasped when she, losing no time, took him into her mouth. Soft, hot lips formed a tight ...
2020-02-24 08:48:02 +0000 UTC
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John barely dodged away when the crystal claws swiped by his face. “It was just a joke!” he exclaimed, struggling to find his footing. The reaction to his explanation was a simple prolonged hissing sound.
Siena fell down to all fours. Her silver-blue skin turned black and purple, shadows rising off her like a dark mist. The constellation covering her hands, feet and the tip of her tail spread all over, silver dots connected through thin lines, all dimmed by the flowing darkness. Onl...
2020-02-22 18:46:43 +0000 UTC
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John weighed the sword in his left. It was a sleek weapon, entirely made of polished black. It could have been mistaken as stained glass or ice, but in reality it was obsidian. Taking the shape of a single-edged blade that was only three fingers wide and about a metre long, softly curving over that length, it looked like a natural extension of Purgatory.
Which, to be fair, it was.
‘A sabre, huh?’ John thought as he swung it around a few times. ‘I guess that fits.’ A sabre ...
2020-02-21 19:29:22 +0000 UTC
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The day had been wonderfully eventless. Distributing the announcement had gone without a hitch and all reactions (positive and negative) were pretty much exactly like John had predicted. He had a bunch of invitations from news networks asking him to be the first guest on their newly founded podcast format to talk about that. He had only answered the two that had come in a day earlier.
That, and the call with Momo, aside, it had all been a bunch of the usual. Paperwork, meetings, pleasan...
2020-02-20 17:44:39 +0000 UTC
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Aclysia’s hands worked steadily, but slowly. The state Reysha was in was grave. Most of her body, she could save. There were little marks all over here, lines of demonic fire that had found its way all through her. With the careful healing the metal fairy was putting forwards right now, there wouldn’t even be scars left from that.
Her right arm, however, was nothing that could be salvaged. There wasn’t even an arm to speak off anymore, just a molten solid, long piece of bone. Her ...
2020-02-19 17:07:20 +0000 UTC
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John yawned long and hard while he scribbled the last name into the roster. Contrary to what one may believe, John didn’t stock the Fusion Cabinet with his girls. Most of them lacked qualification, interest or opportunity to take those roles. The elementals, for example. John was more than sure that some of them, Salamander and Undine first and foremost, were able to do good executive work (Sylph was too bubbly, Gnome too shy and Siena too stabby). However, the fact that they could ‘only...
2020-02-18 08:27:04 +0000 UTC
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“Hello, everyone,” John addressed the crowd in a downright ecstatic mood. Well, crowd was a large term. For a change, the Gamer was speaking exclusively to cameras. For the sake of audio control and distribution, what he was about to present was being recorded and would simply be uploaded later. A change his media team had insisted on because they were quite overworked in recent days and doing things in the studio was way less stressful.
John obliged them largely because of the latt...
2020-02-17 06:39:17 +0000 UTC
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John wasn’t sure where to look, a feeling that he had quite often in life. Strategically, his gaze should have lain on Maximillian’s face. A secondary choice was his hand of cards. Emotionally, however, it drove him more towards the steady swinging of Ruby’s body around the polished pole and the bobbing of Lemia’s mouth, polishing his pole.
As it was his turn, he managed to keep his concentration on the table. All order it once had had long since been replaced with ...
2020-02-15 18:20:54 +0000 UTC
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Once he was standing, John had to admit that he was quite a bit more drunk than he had bargained for. Although the Game windows were warning him of the stages, he still wasn’t great at knowing what stage corresponded with what level of motor function loss. In this specific case, he was experiencing something that his girlfriend liked to call ‘the alcohol got stuck in my feet.’
The fresh air on his face did its part to fix that though. It had cooled down a lot since Jo...
2020-02-14 07:01:24 +0000 UTC
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“Just what is it with you and maid uniforms?” Maximillian asked, actually paying attention to his drink and the guys for a change. Not that he stopped groping Aletra in ways inappropriate for polite company, but quite acceptable in the odd dimensions of ‘proper’ conduct that John moved in. How exactly he had tailored himself a life where he was having a harem-approved night out with the guys to the tune of strippers, the Gamer didn’t know, but he sure appreciated it.
2020-02-13 05:50:59 +0000 UTC
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Apexus heard them before he saw them. The Deathhounds screeched with high pitched voices as they chased after him. They scaled the cliff in seconds, like spiders scurrying up a wall, and made their way into the canopies.
‘No, no, nope!’ the slime thought, beating his wings in an effort to gain height. No matter the enemy, he was safe in the air, that was the adage that had proven true time and time again. The demons, however, were another calibre of enemy.
“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...
2020-02-12 11:14:50 +0000 UTC
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Hello!
Real talk. Ori and the Will of the Wisps is coming out in a month (11th of March) and I really, really want to just play it for like three days straight. So I would like to take 11-14th of March off. This would mean that 1 Drip-Fed chapter and 3 Gamer chapter wouldn't be released.
Normally, I wouldn't take days off for this, this is what I have the buffer for, but the current arc has been going on for so long (its over 400k words now) that I feel like I deserve a little b...
2020-02-11 19:55:04 +0000 UTC
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The entrance was surprisingly boring in appearance. A flat metal door, marking the centre of the cylinder’s protruding into the white corridor. An electronic display under a white L1 showed the simple word ‘Occupied’. Scratching his head, John wondered whether he was supposed to just wander in. Ultimately, he decided to knock first.
Ten seconds passed, and he raised his hand to repeat the motion. Just before he could knock again, the door opened and John was greeted b...
2020-02-11 07:41:51 +0000 UTC
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In the southeast of the Hudson Barrier, where the outskirts of real-world Brooklyn met the water, was a very special district. Its borders were formed by the copied infrastructure, inner-city roads forming a ring around it. In the real world, it was called Bay Ridge. A quite standard district of New York City, it was dominated by family houses, orderly placed along the grid of district roads, cutting everything into rectangles.
The real-world population was around 80’000 people. The i...
2020-02-10 09:59:52 +0000 UTC
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“Hey…” John carefully shook Scarlett. Sometime during the negotiation and its aftermath, she must have fallen asleep. Although the signing itself had been concluded quite quickly, Emrik refused to actually end the meeting until he had final verification that the prisoners of war had been let go. As a consequence, they had spent another half hour idling around. This was bad for the Gamer’s remaining plans for the evening. Another instance of him having a reason that hardly qualified as...
2020-02-08 16:42:01 +0000 UTC
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From the moment John asked the question, he knew he wouldn’t like the answer. An unsettling silence set about the place, attention shifted to the poor guy sitting in for the Niagara guild. Heiko slowly opened his mouth, “H-he is gone.”
The three words registered in John’s ears and set off a chain reaction of thoughts and emotions. Accusations of cowardice, annoyance, displeasure, schadenfreude, hatred and amusement mingled into a vast cocktail. To the outside, all the Gamer did ...
2020-02-07 19:12:15 +0000 UTC
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“How do you feel?” John asked the Technomancer once they had arrived in the hotel that doubled as the Amacat headquarters. They had bypassed the press as quickly as possible and gotten into the protective embrace of the lobby. Although Scarlett had stopped crying and since eaten at least some food, it would be false to describe the androgynous beauty as healthy looking. Gaunt would be the proper word.
“Empty,” Scarlett responded in an exhausted tone. “I think I am reasonable a...
2020-02-06 18:58:23 +0000 UTC
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Apexus didn’t know if he could live with Gizmo’s blood on his membrane. What he, however, was certain of was that the alternative was going to be worse for everyone involved. Presented with the opportunity, he had leapt and gone into a desperate dive.
The ritual had taken enough of the Warlock’s attention that he hadn’t noticed until it was too late. Apotho was forced half a step back. One foot passed the boundary of the summoning circle. Although that didn’t end the ritual in...
2020-02-05 20:09:21 +0000 UTC
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John stepped out of the teleporter. The change in the air between Berlin and New York confused his senses for a second, as did the shift of natural light. Neither distracted him enough to keep him from moving though.
The Transport Station on top of the Palace was a much larger version of its outposts. Fashioned from dark wood, the pavilion-like structure had a roof of bronze and golden tiles, Baelementium and Elementium respectively. Aside from the dominant main platform, t...
2020-02-04 09:23:54 +0000 UTC
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The inside of the house was of fine quality. Lydia had hired the same internal architect for basically all her holdings, but this house had been designed by her grandfather. As such, everything was a lot more lavish. While Frederik the Great had been known for streamlining the state budget, he was also one of the most renowned patrons of the arts in his time and it showed.
Adorned by masterful carvings, the dark wooden furniture across the room exuded the grace of a past ag...
2020-02-03 11:10:17 +0000 UTC
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This is not a return of the Sunday Pilot format in general. I simply wrote this yesterday and thought I might as well share this under that old tag I have.
Full disclosure: I have recently played Fire Emblem: Three Houses. The game’s story disappointed me so much that I have decided to take the story beats that disappointed me, along with the general character types that were done injustice and write it competently (or at least try to). Since politics, fantasy and trauma are like… ...
2020-02-01 23:27:18 +0000 UTC
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She may not look like it, but she is thinking off bunnies.
As per usual: You can use and duplicate this for non-commercial projects. Credit goes to Kriniere.
Below, you will find a secondary version that has Stirwin sitting on her head. Yes, that is all~
2020-02-01 23:23:20 +0000 UTC
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“This could be a much easier affair were you the owner of a private airport,” Lydia stated as they stopped in front of the security gates. People stepped around them, wanting to check in themselves. To that end, John and his harem were slightly in the way, but not enough that anybody asked them to move.
“I’ll put it on the list of future Guild Hall Buildings,” John assured her.
“That option exists?” the queen asked, raising an eyebrow. Before her lover c...
2020-02-01 11:53:13 +0000 UTC
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John woke up like he usually did. Warm, clean and happy. The only contrast to most other mornings was that nobody was bouncing or sucking on his cock. By some miracle, he was the first person awake. Well, aside from the maids and Metra, all of which were already out and about, getting their duties done.
Feeling quite energetic, John only kept lying in bed for as long as it took to beat the inherent want to stay under the warm blanket. On other mornings, he would have also h...
2020-01-31 10:25:18 +0000 UTC
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The great thing about Abyssal clean ups after catastrophes was that rescue missions were a non-factor. Everyone could evacuate with the ease of raising their hands. Unless a Fateweaver was suppressing the process or they were so tremendously unlucky that they had both their arms incapacitated in some fashion.
None such cases had been reported to John so far, meaning that they were looking at a simple case of rubble pollution and damage reports. The former, people...
2020-01-30 11:26:07 +0000 UTC
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Remezan’s logic was quite simple; the only time he could hope to defeat Apotho was while the Warlock was still weakened. As a Level 57 Cardinal and an accomplished Walker, he was anything but weak. However, what he was facing had been archived well. Before Gizmo had retreated into the finished barrier, one unfalsifiable assessment of his power had been created. A simple card of Divinium, hidden deep in the archives of the local church, present to give every stationed Cardinal knowledge of w...
2020-01-29 17:22:16 +0000 UTC
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There was silence in the room, after John shut down the laptop. His thoughts circled around the obvious last point on the list that he absolutely had to attend to. ‘Has enough time passed?’ he asked himself, checking the clock hanging on one of the walls. Shortly after 8 PM, it read. Over an hour since he had left Eliza in her room.
There was no set amount of time she had asked for, just that she wanted to think. Maybe an hour was a bit short for that, given what she ha...
2020-01-28 12:27:39 +0000 UTC
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For no reason other than his own lust, John made Metra take the short walk on all fours. She crawled along next to him, looking more and more turned on along the way. Something that, John knew for a fact, she would have hated under previous masters and probably wouldn’t have enjoyed as much as she did under him until quite recently. Yesterday had clearly been a breaking point in their relationship.
John wasn’t used to such shifts having a clear-cut date to them, but he ...
2020-01-27 09:02:35 +0000 UTC
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