Not my thing at all, but thanks for giving /at/ activity, I guess?

Your rape loving princess is in another castle.

Mamizou grit her teeth as the oni seized her chin between thumb and forefinger, turning her face this way and that contemplatively. “You're kind of cute, for a Tanuki,” he said offhandedly, returning her death glare with a bemused, almost bored expression. “Must be the glasses.” Lifting her chin to face him (even in her platform shoes, the youkai was a head taller than her,) he bent down to kiss her. She couldn't turn away, but she averted her eyes and kept her lips sealed in a grimace as he pressed his mouth to hers.

He growled dangerously, twisting his huge hand into her short-cut hair. The tanuki woman hissed as the Oni torqued her head back, pulling her tight against his bare, broad chest. Pawing at her small breast through her thin chemise, he scraped his teeth against the hollow of her throat hungrily, savoring the warm scent of her skin and the trembling fear shivering through her slender frame. He pressed his mouth to hers in another greedy kiss, squeezing her breast roughly – but she refused to yield.

He snarled, slamming her into the back wall of the cave by her throat. Mamizou coughed weakly, stunned by the impact. She managed to get her wits together just as the oni lifted her bare heels clear of her platform shoes. Mamizou's small hands grasped and twisted at the oni's arm desperately, but it was almost thicker than her own thigh, corded with bulging muscle. As she started pounding her small fists uselessly against his arm, he just lifted a little more, forcing her up on tiptoe. The fight left her in an instant, her fading strength now focused on grasping his wrist, trying to support herself. Her long lean legs trembled as she balanced precariously on tiptoe, her big platform shoes rocking dangerously close to tipping. He held her there for a while as her warm brown eyes stared into his, pleading silently as she balanced on the edge of unconsciousness.

Then he lifted her a little more.

Air almost spent, sandals dangling from her bare toes, she finally stopped struggling. Her hands slipped from her abuser's wrist as her eyes rolled back in her head, the final, terminal euphoria almost upon her -

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>>38298
Oh, THP. I'm on there all day long. No one has both the will and ability to help me; I've asked a few times.

The future is stupid and full of LWND. So I'm looking towards the past.

Placed an order. A lot of older stuff.

https://www.melonbooks.co.jp/detail/detail.php?product_id=327640
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>>38471
Yea I'm currently on standby before putting my order in to prevent collisions.

Really sad I missed so many books over the years by not knowing about how to get middleman for a buy and scan

“Hey.” Aya slides up and over Momiji's ass. She continues to call to you. “Relax for a moment.”

She places her hand on Momiji's back, pushing the wolf tengu's spine until her body sandwiches your cock between your body and Momiji's. Momiji grunts as Aya lowers her body on top of both of you. You bring a hand to brush Momiji's hair from her forehead while inspecting her face. Momiji's eyes retain some focus. Single hairs stick to her forehead. Your lips peck her cheek.

You know what the situation is. Aya's fucking Momiji. And from the way her hips moving applies weight and pressure to your body, she's being quite rough. There's a silent laughter on Aya's face as she pounds down into Momiji. Who, based on her lack of reaction, doesn't seem to mind. In fact, from the way her lower body attempts to move back and forth, Momiji fights back.

Momiji's stomach grinds against your hardness as she moves against Aya, however minuscule the movement is. Aya contributes the most to the rebuilding heat among the three of you, her hands placed where Momiji's were before to leverage her thrusting. After a few seconds, Momiji's limp cock also rubs against your own. Enjoying the dry grind, you bring your other hand to Momiji's face. Even while being fucked, Momiji's mouth parts enough for you to slip your thumb and forefinger inside. Her teeth close around the two digits the flat bone holding the digits between the top and bottom. The warmth of her breath bursts past your trapped fingers as Aya continues fucking her into you. Aya tangles one of her legs between one of yours and Momiji's, her toes finding support on the floor after doing so.

And with a laugh, Aya manages to move faster.

Your fingernails stroke the sides of Momiji's tongue as the white wolf tengu starts to moan. This time, her moans come out more like sighs than a low cry. Aya's hips clap against Momiji's waist. All Momiji can do is grip the sides of your body, her arms folded at the elbow as her cock starts to harden again. The wet tip rubs your skin above your stomach. The cooler, but warm e

[X] An Attraction To An Enemy

I like this a lot more than your plot-filled story.

[X] A Day In The Chief's Life

"Good morning, Reimu."

My shrine maiden doesn't deign to answer. She just sips her tea and waves lazily at the spot beside her.

I sit, of course.

"You're awfully quiet this morning. Something on your mind?"

Still no reply, other than to pour a second cup for me. I sip at it right away; scalding hot as always.

"Well, if you're not going to let your voice out on your own, maybe I need give you a hand, hmmm~?"

I lean toward Reimu, my intentions clear. She leans away, still without even looking.

I slip my free hand into the folds of my sleeve and send it somewhere naughty.

Gensokyo truly was like the land of fantasy for Sumireko. Out in the boring, normal world, she had to hide her great abilities, but now that summer break was here, she was free to sink into a deep sleep-like trance and return once more to her playground.

Last time, she was too busy dealing with the ruckus she had caused to spend much time exploring. This time, she slipped into Gensokyo with little fanfare, with her mission already in mind. The pink-haired hermit Kasen Ibaraki had mentioned the name “Sanae Kochiya” before soundly bopping her and giving her a long lecture on the nature desire and impatience.

It seemed impossible that the upperclasswoman Sanae Kochiya from her school that always seemed odd and distant and had one day vanished without a trace would be the same Sanae Kochiya that Kasen had mentioned. Then again, it seemed impossible that she wouldn’t be. She would find out soon enough as she flew up the side of Youkai Mountain, headed for the Moriya shrine, Sanae’s new home — according to Kasen, at least.

Sumireko’s face soured as the name bounced around in her head. People used to wonder aloud how they weren’t friends. They were both nerds and oddballs, they both spent most of their time with their heads in the clouds, fascinated with the supernatural. Then Sanae had to go and be an early bloomer. Sumireko ground her teeth together as she remembered Sanae sashaying to school, drawing the attention of boys and a handful of girls as her hips started to stick out and she complained to her friends that she had already outgrew her old bras and needed to go up a cup size.

She couldn’t help but wonder what Sanae would look like now, a few years later after the last time she saw her. How had years in the land of illusion changed her? She briefly imagined Sanae as a cheesecake dungeon-crawler with a plate-mail bikini and groaned out loud in frustration. She pushed the image out of her head, only to imagine Sanae as a high-class concubine, servile and dressed in thin fabrics. That thought made her cackle, imagining Sanae getting her just desserts for making her have all these confused, conflicting feelings.

She almost didn’t n

Aw, so sweet and sexy.

you could please provide me with models for mmd?

>>37465
The MMD models scene is a fucking mess, but the easist way to start hunting for models is probably to go to:
http://dic.nicovideo.jp/a/mmd%E6%9D%B1%E6%96%B9%E3%83%A2%E3%83%87%E3%83%AB
It has a compilation that links to most of the available models. But you'll have to figure out how to download them. Plenty are locked behind passwords, some are told outright, some you have to figure out, and it's all a pain in the ass. One of the primary reasons why I stopped paying attention to that shit.

Not to try to necro anything seeing as this hasn't been touched in almost 4 months, but I thought I might bring this thing to attention.

http://video.fc2.com/en/a/content/201601311WAxma7K/

Content warning: Some mild humiliation and D/s, spanking, random OC fairy maid, futa Sakuya, relatively long intro, oral focus, bad writing and lack of proofreading(lol)

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The Lady had been entertaining some guests when disaster struck.

No, perhaps not real disaster. It was a little thing, really, but it happened at an unfortunate time: the littler Lady had had something of an incident only two days prior, and she had put the mansion in a tense mood. Nothing more than an accident of poor timing.
One of the Lady’s guests — one of her usual colorful guests from the village – found an entire spoon embedded in her dessert pudding. The guests themselves laughed it off without thinking twice and joked about it, but Remilia put a great deal of weight on such affairs and visibly let it bother her, mulling on the insignificant embarrassment for the rest of the visit. Perhaps they noticed, because made their excuses and they left sooner than usual.
It wasn’t insignificant to the small vampire.
As first direct subordinate to the head maid, the little fairy who was in attendance at dinner saw the catastrophe unfold as if in slow motion from her spot at the side of the room, where she stood waiting to serve.


Later, she stood stock still before the door to the Lady’s chambers and listened, rooted to the floor, to the dragging minutes of Remilia berating the head maid for the gaffe. The vampire’s shrill voice carried all the way to the main hall and beyond, while Sakuya’s voice couldn’t be heard at all.
Her ranting was clearly just venting, but to the poor little fairy that didn’t matter. Indeed, her mind was so filled with panic that no other information could enter – she wasn’t even processing what was being said.

You crack your eyes open. The sun gouges them out and you quickly close them again.

Must have been a great night.

Your mind drifts for a while on the border of waking and dreaming, that fuzzy place where you're not really awake but not really asleep either.

...you can't sleep. Well, hell. You take a deep breath, open your eyes and wait for the pounding to start.

It doesn't. In fact you're feeling pretty good, relatively speaking. You've definitely felt better, and everything is hazy after a certain point, but at least you're n-

"Mmmmmm...."

You freeze. That wasn't you. It did come from somewhere around your throat, but not inside it. You carefully tilt your head to look, and find a head of long, silky blond hair nestled against your shoulder. Someone is lying on top of you. Someone very light.

And very naked, you quickly add. Your arm is draped protectively over her bare back. And now that you think to check, you don't seem to be wearing much either. You can feel the sheets against your skin.

"It's spring!" said Lily.

"It's midnight!" said Cirno.

And then they fucked.

Good job Gallus. You achieved what all people in this fandom wanted. You fugged a 2hu.

I actually wonder how /jp/ and this board would react if somebody actually succeeded in this regard.

>>38249
Shock and congratulations?

Next time try looking more before you make a request.

A masterpiece.

Well, since we're all here together anyway, I guess I'll mention that Lotus Pavilion threads are my favorite /at/ threads.

that you, Moral?

Duller than a blade, but sharper than a blunt one. Good for medium-rare, at best.

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“Let me out of here!”

Seija rattles against the magical chains binding her arms apart. At first, she didn't believe what the yama had said to her. But now that she was stuck in this literal position, the outrage burst from her lungs.

“Are you fucking crazy?!” The amanojaku took a second to bite at her chains. Failing that, she yanks each foot and fails to snap the chains around both of her ankles. The palm of a hand presses on her back, and she tries to turn her bent over body to face the aggressor. “Let. Me. GO!!!”

“You speak of overturning `the society`, yet you pursue a singular individual for your aims.” Eiki bends the girl lower, head now lower than the waist. As Seija yells from the excessive stretching, the yama's hand gropes downward to the rather rough curve of ass. “Do you not regret using your powers on the both of us?”

Seija seals her lips tight. The answer is yes, but she wouldn't admit it. She had to curse herself for her stupidity: Had she assaulted this person without her powers, her punishment would not be so severe. Seija considered how she could possibly escape before the yama had her way, but no options came to mind. She feels a hand rub against her inner thigh and squirms, trying to jerk away.

“Stop! Damn it, stop!” The humiliation crushes her pride.

>>/youkai/29884

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“Ahhh, dammit!” Isuke slams down her losing cards with a table-demolishing crash.

“I gotta stop playin’ when I’m drunk…” Fishing through the wreckage, she finds her still-intact sake dish and drains it in an instant. “… Mmm, but this stuff you bring is always too good~”

The night’s friendly game of chance has cost the one-eyed brown oni all of her clothing, save for her tight white sarashi wrapped around her bulging chest… and with her latest defeat, those bindings are forfeit as well. A faint blush tinges her cheeks, but it’s more likely from the bottles of sake she’s drunk than any sort of embarrassment. She’s shown no restraint in flaunting her bronzed, chiseled form up to now, even discarding her panties first because they were easier to take off. The sake’s special ingredient may have helped with that, but it couldn’t change how crude and strong her body was. With a frustrated grumble, she puts her arms behind her back and begins to unfasten the sarashi… but as soon as she pushes out her chest, the man across from her interrupts her.

“Eh? You’ll take them off yourself? Well, alright… You said I just gotta lie down if I lose, right? Yeah, yeah, hands behind my head.” Isuke pushes herself away from the table and sets herself down on the tatami floor, exposing her whole figure to the man’s eyes. Her rich, dark, chocolate-brown skin is a truly exotic sight, contrasting sharply with her long pink hair but nicely matching her curved black horns. Lighter-colored scars mark her body all over, but their presence only accentuates the rich brown of her skin and the steely hardness of her muscles. The faint hourglass of her stomach is adorned by an ever-present six-pack, and her hard, thick biceps flex idly as she rests her head in her hands. Her legs ripple with tight, corded muscle from thigh to calf, while still maintaining a smooth feminine shape. Even though she’s all but nude, she barely shows a hint of hesitation… but, she does cross her powerful thighs to hide her dark

>>38211
Months late, but hey this is really good! I loved how she slowly give herself away to that manliness and stuff.
Waiting for more!