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38019No. 38019hidewatchexpandquickreply
Get your smut on, folks! Rules are at >>/gensokyo/14305
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"I'm hoooooome~!"

He was awoken from his nap by the girlish, cheery voice coming from the entrance. A drawn out yawn escaped his mouth while he rubbed his eyes with his arm. The responsible part of his mind reminded he that it was his duty as a priest in training to go greet her, but the rest of his body refused to obey and abandon the cozy warmth of the kotatsu. Nothing short of a hurricane could have teared him away from under the blanket, although he often tended to forget how easily she could make one if she wanted.

"Heeeeey, I know you're here! Your boots are at the door... Ah, there you are!"

The living room's door slid open to reveal a young woman shooting an annoyed frown at him. Even in his semi-asleep state, he still took a moment to appreciate her looks. The first thing everyone noticed about Sanae Kochiya was her long green hair, adorned with a cutesy frog clip and a snake ornament around one lock. That day she was wearing a red scarf and that beige leather coat she brought from the Outside, both of which did a commendable job on protecting her shapely figure from the cold. Even so, no amount of baggy clothes could hide her considerably sized chest, bigger and rounder than most girls her age. Down below, the shrine maiden chose to wear her favorite long skirt, the dark blue one with light blue dots and stripes and white frills, paired with tall white socks. He could spot a hint of her soft, creamy thighs between the gaps if he looked hard enough, but he was too sleepy to bother sneaking a peek, and he had a feeling she wouldn't appreciate it at that moment.

"The least you could do is say 'welcome home, Sanae!', no?" She berated him. "It's rude not to greet your seni--ooh, warm kotatsu! Nice!"

Luckily for him, the allure of the heated table was too strong for Sanae to resist. The green-haired miko undid her coat and her scarf, hastily threw them away at a corner of the room and took a seat under the blankets, opposite of him. Her frown melted into a satisfied expression as the warmth began to seep into her body. Only then he mustered enough strength to utter a gr
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>>38068

And so the priest gritted his teeth and endured Sanae's frenzied blowjob as best as he could, while she tested and strained the limits of his endurance. The shrine maiden decided to get serious by bringing two of her fingers to the base of his cock and squeezing it in a ring. She had practiced long enough to know the right amount of pressure to make it the most pleasurable for him; not too soft nor too constricting. A hearty chuckle escaped her mouth when she felts his cock twitching and pulsing strongly between her digits, as if wanting relief desperately, and she grew even bolder in her servicing. Her other hand started to roam around his balls, sometimes caressing his balls, softly massaging them and feeling their weight, or teasingly running her nail along the vein of the shaft, measuring even the smallest reactions he gave to her techniques.

"Hmmph, oh, Sanae, that's... Ohhhhh..."

While her fingers started to jerk the lower part of his shaft off, her lips returned to his frenulum and pressed on it. She then tilted her head to the side and slowly opened her mouth, putting the underside of his crown inside her hot, wet cavity, almost as if taking a bite out of it. A shudder ran through the priest's spine at the sensation of her lips pressing hungrily around the tip of his cock, and when he felt her tongue flicking at his frenulum, his most sensitive part, he couldn't contain his moans any longer. Then Sanae started bobbing her head up and down in rhythm with her fingers, and his whole body was wracked with immense pleasure. Precum started to flow non-stop from his urethra, filling her mouth and mind with his taste and scent.

"Hmmmm... You haven't shot your load yet?" She moaned directly under the tip of his cock, making him shudder again. "C'mon, give it to me!"

That he hadn't come from that attack on three fronts was a miracle in itself, but despite his desperate efforts to stave off his orgasm, he was at the end of his endurance. He wanted nothing more than to give in to the pleasure and stain Sa
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“I have insecurities,” said Tenshi.

“Okay,” said the man.

And then they had sex.


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37838No. 37838hidewatchexpandquickreply
Who's to blame?

Reisen
I'm not supposed to be like that. I know.
I should be better than that. Better than this.
I can't control myself, I couldn't stop myself.
And I'm ashamed of the pleasure I get from it.

My master knows me. My friend warned me.
But I still forced myself on a man.
His discarded ring I tore off in the forest,
maybe that, too, was exciting for me then.

I'm not sure...what I should do anymore....

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>>No. 39328
Any ETA on this?

I liked the idea a lot.
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I'm about to begin a thread to get back in the works. It'll take a while for me to get back to this and A3STF, though. I've never forgotten, though.
>>No. 39684
>>39561
Great. We will wait!


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"How do you feel about massages?" You ask with honest interest. Your father had this... unusual knack for knowing how to get every single knot out of a given individual's muscles with almost no effort at all, and since your girls would have to fight on a routine basis your father thought that it only made sense that your training included how to massage your girls.

Of course, your mother found out about this and insisted on showing you 'things your father would leave out' after he had finished teaching you. That was an...interesting lesson. Probably one of the most interesting ones your mother has ever given you! Informative too.

Gissele raises one eyebrow at your statement but shows no other visual response as she considers what you have to say, "...Intriguing. You can't wait to get your hands on my body, but you hide it in the form of a modestly more innocent offer." She muses before giving you a smile, "Very well, I'll let you have your fun. Just remember, don't do anything you'll regret, mmm?"

You do blush in response to this, though your offer is actually sincerely innocent. "Of course not, ma'am. That aside, I'll need a good spot for you to lie down on. I'm quite experienced with hand, foot, shoulder, and back massage techniques."

"My, how did a young man become so talented in those sorts of things?" Gissele asks you as she fluidly rises up from her throne and gestures with one hand to follow her as she begins to sashay from the room, her hips swaying distractingly and hypnotically in front of you as she does so. You find yourself actually developing an anticipation to get to service this beautiful woman-

Oh. She's very good.

You follow along and try not to stare too much. "It's knowledge that got passed down to me, and I made a point to not squander it." You try not to go into too much detail since you don't want her to get annoyed with you again so soon, especially not when you're going to be using this as an opportunity to stall for time. Ideally, a lot of time.

Yes, a lo
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>>No. 37583
Disappointed in no Four of a Kind. Alas.

Also another Wilhelm fan checking in.
>>No. 37997
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You pour a generous helping of the sweet, sticky syrup over his length, the sharp intake of breath that is forced from him only fuelling your eagerness. Setting the bottle aside, for now, you gently massage the head of his cock with the palm of your hand. The syrup is too sticky to stroke him, if you're honest, but a gentle massage like this, squeezing lightly, pressing in on the tip softly with the palm of your hand, that's easy. And judging by the soft noises he's making, pleasurable as well.

Sittas shivers at your touch, hips weakly wiggling as he stares down at you with teary eyes, voice shaky with pleasure, "D-Dai-sis, this feels weirdAh~haaaaa~..."

His shaft is soft and warm, still hardening under your playful touch as it glistens with the syrup you've spread across, the sensations obviously overwhelming the pure, uneducated Sittas. His body is ready to be taught so many firsts at your hand...

You watch his face with a sultry smile, revelling in his expressions as you do your work. Leaning in, you blow softly over him, prompting a twitch of his shaft. And then you lean in for a taste, running your tongue down the syrupy side of him. The sweetness mixed with his own flavour is... it's absolutely delicious.

Sittas cries out as he screws his eyes shut, hips shifting up in response to your tongue's seeking touch as if to inite you further. Your mouth is pleasured by a wonderful mixture of sweet and salty, giving you a treat you've been aching for so long.

You suck gently against the base of his shaft, with a pleased hum. You shift your position, and look up at him from below, resting his warm length over your face. He doesn't meet your gaze, of course, since his eyes are screwed shut, an adorably tormented expression locked on his face. His gasps and soft moans only increase as you suck one of his balls into your mouth, running your tongue around it gently.

"Nnaaah, Dai-siiiissss..." Sittas moans as you play with his suculent tackle, full and loaded with batter for him to put all the buns in your oven that his heart could desire, and there's desire aplenty in his v
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>>No. 37998
>>37997
Wow! Dai-sis has an imagination! We need to see some Dai-sis x Sittas x Hijiri action at some point.


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This is non-canon. If you take this as canon, I likely will look at you oddly.

Alrighty, now, with the advent of hopefully joking /at/ requests, looks like, while I wait for votes, I'll be doing little ditties here in an effort to not make people think I'm unfairly forcing their hand. You guys are either going to hate this or love it.

I'm not sure which I'd prefer, though, but we'll soon find out!

Expect gore, vore and maybe even death by bore! Or other things, too, such as monster girls and the like, which are common in my story. Honestly not sure how all these things will go, but we'll see.

I mean by way of drill, not boredom, by the way. Although, I'm sure someone out there has a bore dom fetish, but we'll hopefully not be dealing with drill dominatrices, so I won't be becoming their go-to author.

Right, puns and word plays, too.

Depending on reception to my horrifying/silly sex scenes, this may be a project that keeps going and going, like the lovely chocolate bunny of a protagonist we have.

I hope you guys reject me like a back alley organ transfer, but we'll see.
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>>No. 37978
>>37976

Thank you~ I do try to be creative in my horribleness.

Honestly, I was mostly writing this to poke fun at the people begging for /at/.

>>37977

Well, unless Renko snuffs Youki, Wriggle the Catfish, a bakebake, a random bird or an annoying dog or something, I don't see that happening. And, honestly, that would be odd, as she's not particular to men.

These are Bad Ends, after all. They're not likely to be happy things.

There's only one potentially /at/ worthy scene I have planned that isn't, though it's also possible to woo others if one figures it out, but still.

>>No. 37979
Time I get back to this for today, it seems! I'd tell you to enjoy, but I'm more making this to sharpen my teeth. ...With porn, apparently. I guess it fits well enough.

Porn's usually full of hard things.

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You feel more fragile.

-11MaxHP

You huff and puff as you feel the blood in your fingers and toes rapidly slow and freeze. It’s neither painful nor cold. It doesn’t feel very good, mind you, but it’s that sort of ohh-god-why-are-my-fingers-getting-frostbite kind, not the ohh-oww-god-oww-why-oww-are-oww-my-oww-fingers-oww-getting-oww-frostbite kind.

You lay there, your breathing gradually feeling less like you ran a mile after flirting with people all night, watching frosty clouds form in front of you. It’s like you’re breathing hot air in the winter, but in reverse, and the worst part is, the warm air around you isn’t all that comfortable.

It’s as if you’re in an oven, and you feel… You feel…

You are not going to die. Not to a little hot air. Not here. Not now. Not ever. Never!

Your determination not to die freezes the air around you.

-2DT
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35512No. 35512hidewatchexpandquickreply
Old Threads:

http://www.touhou-project.com/at/res/10137.html

http://www.touhou-project.com/at/res/13031.html

http://www.touhou-project.com/at/res/15370.html

http://www.touhou-project.com/at/res/23874.html
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37772No. 37772hidewatchexpandquickreply
White Day special number two of two. Deadlines are deadlines.

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I, Mononobe no Futo, am currently quite troubled at present.

I twirl this chocolate delicacy between my fingers. A compact sweet shaped like a heart. I had not the courage to make one myself, but am even more troubled by simply holding it. Am I not a fool? This impulse is much too brash for someone of my stature….

“Futo?”

I jump, shoving the chocolate into my sleeves before I turn around.

“Crown Prince!”

The Crown Prince stands before me, nodding to me in greeting. Though, I would not prefer for her to catch me in the hallway.
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>>No. 37952
>>37951
Get Tojika realize that she's still loved so threesome!
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It’s out of nowhere. But I can only do what I can. So here’s something.

It also doesn’t follow any write-in. This is a standalone standalone. Standing alone.

====

It is Mononobe no Futo. I sit with the Crown Prince as she cultivates her mind. Her eyes rest closed as though asleep, our arms touching by the clothes. I thought to also cultivate with her, but that was impossible to do.

”It is alright. You may simply sit next to me if you wish.”

The Crown Prince considers my situation, knowing well the chocolate I have for her today. It pains me to know that she knows without wanting to know.

How can I say it? A woman has her thoughts, yet the Crown Prince cannot help her own nature. I know she knows I wish to give her the chocolate. I know she knows I wish to seriously cultivate with her. And she also knows I know that she knows I cannot do so with my feelings toward her. But she shows consideration for my desires by not speaking of them. But she also knows that I know she knows about that.

A true conundrum in the matters of love.
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>>No. 39623
Hoping you’ll continue this soon!


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Previous thread >>34054

Hmm, maybe a trip to Old Hell. You haven't been down there in a while, so it might be good to greet Satori, or something. Might be a good chance of weather as well: it's stupidly hot down there, but at least it's a lot less humid.

Going down there might be dangerous, though. Your reputation is more or less non-existent below the surface, so youkai might not have the basic sense to run away from you. That, and there's a bunch of oni down there. It's probably a good thing you don't have a reputation as a strong fighter for them: they'd probably take it as an invitation to line up and fight you non-stop.

Well, you're in no hurry, so proper preparations won't hurt anything. You walk to your room, grab a stack of papers, and start writing. It's not difficult to turn them into ofuda like this, but there's a huge number of them, so the process eats up a few hours. Once that's taken care of, you grab about a hundred needles from the jar and place them into your pouch.

It's still morning, but you might as well wait until after lunch before leaving. The shrine always needs to be cleaned, so now would be a good time to take care of that. You grab a broom and step outside, wanting to get the sweeping done while it's still cool out. The fairies kept the grounds pretty clean, so there isn't too much to do.

You stop by the lake and peer in. Your babies aren't in it; they must have taken Yukari's gap to go to the Misty Lake. Which is perfectly understandable, but it occurs to you that you don't really have any way to call for them. Short of just jumping into the water and swimming to the lake yourself, but you don't really want to do that.

Time passes quickly as you clean the floors in the shrine. You fly towards youkai mountain after eating a big lunch. You'll probably need the sustenance for your hike, even if it's down instead of up. The flight is uneventful, and you set down in front of the chasm leading to the underworld. You step in and begin
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>>No. 37927
...is...
>>No. 37928
...now...
>>No. 37929
...autosaged.


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37881No. 37881hidewatchexpandquickreply
======================

You, Dionysus (Bacchus), Are:
~Cordially Invited~ As a Guest of Honor
To Gensokyo’s First Fantastical Bachelorette Bash on the Palanquin
For One Week of Entertainment and Merrymaking

======================

You saunter out of the suite’s shower with a contented sigh. You were quick enough so that the mirror over the sink has only just begun to mist over, so you take the time to throw several seductive poses at yourself, flexing your biceps and crunching your abs while shining some pearly white teeth. Should you be blonde, brunette, or something else entirely today, you wonder? You decide to go with the first option, tossing back a head of wavy golden locks. Being a god has its benefits, but while some old codgers up in the ol’ pantheon simply will themselves into eternal purity, it’s kind of your thing to find new lows of debauchery to descend into. That, and you’ve gotten addicted to the sensation of honest hot water rinsing off all those caked and crusting fluids after a night’s revelry. It almost feels as good as the sex itself.

… okay, okay, you’re a terrible liar. The sex is definitely the better half of the routine.

It’s just that at the current moment, the only would-be candidate for that activity within reach is all tuckered out, curled into a ball underneath the king-sized bed’s sheets with her hands still loosely clasped over her aching cunt in her slumber. You, uh, kinda sorta went overboard on her last night. Not by your standards, true, but certainly by hers. She’d boasted that as a “youkai” she’d be able to handle anything you’d put her through. However, she proved to be no maenad, her eyes rolled into the back of her head before you’d even finished getting yourself off properly, and it’d only been her third climax, for crying out loud!

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>>No. 37911
[X] Strike while the iron’s hot. Gently help her along now that she’s already halfway there, then let her dreams transition to reality before she can realize it. The food’s in heated trays, so you two can enjoy a post-coital meal while you bask in the afterglow.
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>>No. 37970
> Find a new story to read.
> Check dates
> It's been over a month.

I believe in you.


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this won't be everyone's cup of tea oh god don't kill me please

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I never met a bitch who had it coming more than the mouse.

She was the most arrogant, puffed-up bitch I've ever seen, and around here that's saying something. She went down in less than four minutes, too, which really pissed me off; despite all that shit-talking she really couldn't duel worth a damn. What pushed me over the edge was how she kept fucking sassing despite being knocked on her ass and out of magic. I kicked her onto her back and ripped her dress open from collar to waist without really thinking about it. We stared at each other for a second, catching up to events - her eyes went wider than dinner plates when she felt the breeze on her belly. I was in no mood for bullshit at that point so before she'd finished her first scream I slapped it right out of her. If you put some pepper into it a good slap will knock them senseless for a few seconds without doing any real harm. Three or four good smacks later and she was too stunned to struggle. Ripped the rest of her dress open and did a double take: tiny little thing, weighed maybe ninety pounds soaking wet and stood barely five feet tall, but she had an ass. Wide hips, firm, round little rear end, firm, shapely thighs, even slender, curvy calves. I cupped her pussy in my hand without touching her thighs, it was that good. I put her ankles on my shoulders and slid her panties (blue-white stripes, no less) to her calves and slipped 'em over one foot. She came around when I laid my cock against her groin - that's usually when they start begging for better terms, but she just stared at me with her cherry-red eyes, whispering “no, no, no” in this baffled tone, like she was completely confused at how this was happening at all.

I took my stance; knees spread wide for low, stable access and pressed my tip in. Then I just leaned forward, my thighs pressing hers against her body and rammed it in all at once. She made this strangled sound like s
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>>37655
>I'll be getting back to this shortly.
Uh-huh.
>>No. 37953
So much for 'Regulary Scheduled Ryona'.
>>No. 38167
...
So no chance to see this resumed?


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Timeline-wise, this is a sequel to “Master, Master”.

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I turn the page. For a while, Remi's been jabbering on about what she's heard about today. She's repeated it twice in case I wasn't listening. Which I was. I'm not listening more than I am waiting, though. Yes.

I'm waiting for her to turn in for the night.

“...That's why I was wondering if there was going to be something happening later today,” Remi taps her elbow against the table while waving her palm up, “but nothing ever did.”

With one ear, I process what my friend has said. I stare over my book. “And you heard this from...?”

“Sakuya, of course.”

Hm. The likely cause of her presence here. Most certainly to entertain Remi.
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>>No. 37835
>>37834
Where is the first one?
>>No. 37836
>>37835

In the "Lewd One-Shots Thread" on this board. Sorry for the confusion.


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