[X] Stick to the plan and do her job properly before anything else.

Work now and strangle Orin later.

Sorry lads, finals and projects and whatnot this week and the next. I might manage one update in the meantime but I'll pick up in full again only in january.

It's been two months since January ended. Please, anonymous writer, know that I enjoyed your story and looked forward to its continuation. I hope you have not given up on this this entirely.

And yes, I am bumping this thread solely to say that.

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>>38118

>>38118

(x) Tried to make her great-uncle come first.

(X) Tried to make her great-uncle come first.

Youmu would not be had. The Konpaku name was weighed in the balance, and the youngest of it would ill humble her master by foundering in the presence of their noble mistress.

“—mightn’t be Konpaku-original,” maundered on her great-uncle, “yet, I warrant you, my lady Yuyuko, on my pride, decades of contemplation have fathomed deeper into its nuances than—”

He’d underscored how deeply his insights went by poking Youmu’s womb. Itchy, oozing their combined arousal, Youmu steeled herself as her great-uncle hauled her leaky kitty inchmeal off his rigid manhood. And then, just as she’d felt his glans begin to spread out her labia—

“—but for our Youmu, who has transcended and severed the Karmic Win—nguhh.”

—then, Youmu thrust back with her butt: enfolding master Youki’s whole erection in one stroke, her tightened walls scrubbing it harshly from the bare tip to the throbbing hilt. A vicious twinge shuddered up his length to squirt more warm pre-ejaculate straight into Youmu’s baby-room. Striking while the iron was hot, she gingerly mashed her denuded rear into her great-uncle’s lap – cuddling his weakened and overstimulated penis inside her vagina. His breath erupted all over her nape this time.

Yes. Youmu’s kitty may as good be her great-uncle’s plaything, yet she, too, had learned bit by bit of his own, infrequent faults. The old half-phantom might earn three points for every one of Youmu’s merely through his impervious stamina, but she’d sat on, swallowed and withstood enough bullying from his manhood to recognise where it fell, as it were, short. And that was in fending off sudden counterblows. The same manoeuvre that’d let Youmu to crack her shinai on his forehead was the key to making her great-uncle spew his white surrender up her precocious womb. Lady Yuyuko, Youmu rather fancied, must’ve been privy to this as well – except she had way more hip to slam into master Youki’s crotch.

“… Youki

This was pretty hot, and I hate exhibitionism

(x) Would save his spunk – and his spunk – for the client.

(X) Would save his spunk – and his spunk – for the client.

Well, Gin was no gourmet, first of everything, but he had sense enough to decline another man’s leftovers. It just wasn’t in good taste. And wish though he might from the bottom of his rocks to give the youkai bird a cause for uncertainty if she should get pregnant in the end, somewhere in the process he would be compelled to stick his dick in some lumberjack’s mess. A hot, slippery mess which he might scrape out and then replace with his own, but a mess nonetheless.

Messes were fun to stir around and enlarge on the whole, but only when they were your own. Another guy’s was… well, his responsibility. It wouldn’t be sporting to muck about with it. Or, indeed, in it.

The inner ethics reinstalled themselves. Gin unhanded his manhood, retired his grippier hand and, against all mother wit, leered one last time at the youkai on her best way to becoming a mother herself. Miss Cook was, as shrewd birds were given to, exhibiting a bad case of sticky fingers; she plucked the gooey prize from her lower mouth and deposited it in her upper by the fingerful, all the while distracting the former with spates of harsh masturbation. This, latest one saw her tipped forward, those plump tits lolling – smelling the cum-smeared digits of her right hand while her left’s slid in and out of her lovelorn pussy. The price of black gold in the sum of two bags struck Gin as a cop-out beside the bird-girl’s obvious, unrelieved lust. It’d been a nifty extra, nothing else. Miss Cook had intended to get fucked, still wanted to fuck and, if the woodcutter’s ears weren’t packed full of sawdust, would get fucked and knocked up again, “any time ain’t th’ day after morrow.” She and, Gin rather featured, her panty-hanging non-friend both.

And then, if no news cropped up within the week of a missing or wounded lumberjack, Gin would feel a paranoid fool for ducking the panty trap the day before.

Youk

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[x] No, I need to be sensible. The gate guard isn't scrutinizing me just for fun – the why of that is definitely important in some nebulous way. That said, I'm reasonably sure that having the oni stop by once a week or so wouldn't eat up too much of my time.

[x] I'm... actually going to have to take Meiling's side on this, too. She probably should go. I have a lot to manage in less than a month, and when I really think on it, I'm going to lose a lot of time and magical energy if I'm fooling around with Yuugi. I don't like it, but it is reality.

Not that we can't maybe invite her AFTER a month has passed if we're still around. Who knows? But the important part is we focus on Patchy.

[x] I'm... actually going to have to take Meiling's side on this, too. She probably should go. I have a lot to manage in less than a month, and when I really think on it, I'm going to lose a lot of time and magical energy if I'm fooling around with Yuugi. I don't like it, but it is reality.

Oh man, came to the board on a whim for the first time in a while to see if there's anything new, but I sure wasn't expecting to see such a well-written story.
I hope you'll keep going with this, because I'm loving this so far.

Not sure if I should even vote, since this is winning anyway, but thought I might as well.

SUBJECT THREE: TEWI INABA
SPECIES: YOUKAI RABBIT [EARTH RABBIT]

“Professor?” Tewi called out as the door to her quarters slid open, the red-haired woman stepping and not bothering to shut it behind her. Despite having just cum twice before, her cock was already rock-hard, throbbing and pulsating between her thighs, a look of pure desire on her face. A little taken aback by the sudden sight of the arousal-driven woman, Tewi couldn’t help but feel a quiver of anticipation between her legs, her folds dampening slightly as she was met with the immediate embodiment of carnal lust and desire. All eight inches of it…

Rising to her feet, Tewi smiled softly as she faced the woman, only to immediately gasp as Yumemi advanced on her with intense purpose. Suddenly, the rabbit felt her body collide with the wall behind her, her breathing intensifying. She barely had time to make a soft exclamation before her surprised sounds were silenced by Yumemi’s lips, the red-haired professor lunging a hand around the back of Tewi’s neck, pulling her closer and deeper into the kiss. Taken aback by the sheer swiftness and tenacity of Yumemi’s tongue, Tewi stood motionless, paralysed out of shock as Yumemi’s tongue explored the depths of her mouth, darting back and forth as the naked girl pressed her body against Tewi, the warmth of their embrace setting Tewi’s heart a flutter, causing her breathing to deepen as the exuding sexuality from Yumemi’s driven desire flooded over her, corrupting her to share in the primal intensity that Yumemi was displaying.

It was a far cry from the clinical observations that Tewi overheard the woman making and whilst the quiet rabbit had anticipated a somewhat awkward encounter during this experiment, she didn’t expect to be met with such a commanding and intense force. It was almost intoxicating to have the professor breathing such heavy breaths, her hands moving across the earth rabbit’s body, groping and pulling at her, taking control of the situation and commanding the smaller girl’s clothed body. It was exceptionally different from everyone of Tewi’s sexual experiences, yet it was i

Those words would forever ring in Yumemi’s mind. That was what she hoped the rabbit would say, yet she didn’t expect the girl to be so immediately explicit about her desires. Plucking her tongue from Tewi’s asshole, Yumemi made sure to drench the girl’s puckered entrance with saliva, massaging it into place with her fingers. Whilst her cock remained hard and lubricated with a combination of pre-cum, spittle and Suika’s own arousal, Yumemi made sure to drizzle a mouthful of saliva across her cock, jerking her shaft back and forth a few times to ensure that it was completely coated. Resting her hand on Tewi’s ass, she spread her rounded and plump cheeks apart, revealing in its entirety that tight little hole. Shuffling forwards, she rested the bulbous tip up against the girl’s arse, gently pressing into the concave that was her entrance. She could feel Tewi’s anxiety about it but knew that the laboured breath and light moaning was a sign of this being a desperate desire within the Youkai. She wanted it.

This was the new pleasure that she had signed up in search of. Having a cock plunge into her ass was the sensation that would break her free from the quiet and intimate ways of the Youkai and bring her into the world of true explosive pleasure. She may have wanted it, but it was more than that. She needed it more than anything. And Yumemi was more than happy to provide.

Easing slowly forwards, Yumemi realised Tewi’s virginity in this matter and took a slower approach, curbing her wild animalistic desires to pound her ass ravenously. Instead, she searched for that perfect angle, the perfect position to slip inside. Her fat cock-head pressed tightly against her unrelenting entrance, until finally, she felt the girl’s asshole give away, the very tip of her head breaching her sumptuously tight hole. Moaning softly as she pressed onwards, Yumemi eased her way in until Tewi’s puckered ass wrapped snugly around the head of her cock. Expecting a grunt of sound of initial discomfort, Yumemi was pleasantly surprised by the moans and sounds of pleasure coming from Tewi. She seemed to be utterly enthralled by the feeling of having her ars

STUDY NO. 076
THREE MONTHS LATER

Plucking her recorder from her desk and the three usual folders, Yumemi rose to her feet and bid her assistant a good-day. Finishing the cup of coffee that served to wake her up, Yumemi made her way down the stairs and into the basement with a light skip. As she hit the floor, she unbuttoned her long white lab-coat, the garment falling to floor revealing her completely naked body and already hardened cock. Dropping the folders in her lab, she turned to her three subjects, all three of them progressing through the pregnancies. All of them were naked, with them not even bothering to wear clothes at all, finding them to be nothing but a hinderance given the events of each day.

There were a couple changes of note. Each wall separating each subject now had a round hole carved out; one that was perfectly shaped to allow one of the two subjects between whom the wall separated them to present their round asses to the other. Now whatever they chose to use it for was obviously not of Yumemi’s concern, no matter how much she did enjoy watching regardless. Several sex-toys now populated all three rooms, with the three subjects favourites being claimed and treasured for their own personal entertainment.

Grabbing a clipboard, Yumemi strode out in front of the three subjects, all of whom immediately made their way to the front of their testing chambers, leaning out eager to hear from their professor.

“Good-morning ladies. Today’s particular study will be… the location of pleasure-centres across varying species, with special focus of those residing within the ass,” Yumemi announced, reading down a long list of experiments and studies, scratching of the next one in the list before putting it away. All three of the ladies celebrated in their own way, eager to see what results the experiment would provide.

Turning back around, Yumemi smiled with a perverse and salacious grin, “Lube up, ladies…”

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“So, then,” Marisa wrapped up her write-up, “I tells them the salve should be ‘nuff, but if they notice somethin’, well… Sure as the lightnin’, two days later – that is, today – the lad’s dad finds me at the market an’ asks me to come by again.”

Reimu eyed her over the steaming, clayware tea-cup. “You botched the ward?”

Marisa ventured a shrug – as much of one as her own cup would allow. “Who knows? Said nothin’ but that his boy needed another session. Haven’t been by; like as not will tomorrow.”

“Sloppy,” insisted her best friend, and took a long sip.

“Maaaybe,” granted Marisa. “Gods know that boy’s a hunk. Could’ve gotten distracted…”

There was a world of suspicion – mostly confirmed – in Reimu’s replying look. Yet, the shrine maiden made no comment. Only busied at her tea – as though the Ordinary Witch reportedly failing an art she had been polishing for years and years was nothing to warrant one.

Yup, thought Marisa. She can tell.

Oh, yay, you finished.

Now, about that continuation of a certain rabbit's tale...

That's some damn fine witch fuckin right there.

I do not want to recall it.

I do up the topmost button of my jacket and tug down the rune-embroidered sleeves. I do not wish to review the remainder of that night. How I kicked the feet out from beneath my rabbit slave, toppling him to the floor. How I straddled his hips without pity for his little friend’s sensitive state. I would sooner not remember bouncing up and down on him at a wild, mindless tempo – racing for the orgasm after which I had lusted since my first taste of Daiki’s leporine cock. The thrill of domination from staring into his wide, ruby eyes, while I used him like a living sex toy. My shirt’s buttons coming loose and unveiling my swinging bust. My slave reaching up to flick open my bra with astounding skill – causing my breasts to fall out and dangle over his entranced face. My speeding up the pace in revenge. The shameful sound of my butt-cheeks smacking his thighs on every abrupt descent. And then, the obscene squelching of our genitals when Daiki’s earlier ejaculation began to leak out and do us the office of added lubricant.

I will not recall my first orgasm atop the rabbit boy’s cock – for the simple reason I cannot. A millennium of chastity had done nothing to prepare me for the tidal wave of bliss from having real sex again. Once I had reached my peak and started to cum, the ashen deserts of the Moon may well have ceased existing altogether. I cannot say how long I’d slouched on top of my handsome slave, quaking and twitching in my orgasmic throes. Only that I hoped – in some far-off, detached part of myself – that I would not let slip any rash words while off in my little, ecstasy-filled world.

When at length I regained faculty over my delirious senses, it was to the sight of Daiki’s ruddy face half-swamped under my drooping bust. The rabbit boy boldly cupped and lifted my right breast from his chin. And then, he asked me the question I, for a change, hadn’t at all needed – yet wanted to hear.

“… Again, Lady Sagume?”

I felt a tingle, down below my bellybutton, which told me in no ambivalent way I was absolutely ready – and willing – to go again. Therefore, I granted my br

This was really fucking good, thank you

Where's that continuation, hmm?

Then she remembered where she was. She remembered what her job was. She’d come here to prove her abilities. To make her partner scream with pleasure.

The only person to have felt anything was her. As the strength ebbed from her body, so too did her will.

Her heaving breaths took on a quaking, uncertain quality. Her arms fell across her face.

Kanako swallowed the last of her juices and leaned back, shiny violet silk stretched over purple hair. “I must have done quite well to satisfy my godd-”

“I’m sorry.”

Reimu laid there, her meager breasts rising and falling as unsteady breaths pushed themselves through her lungs. Kanako kept silent.

“I…” Reimu inhaled, “I’m worn out.”

“Already, huh?”

Reimu stirred, shifting her weight atop the uneven surface of a great woman’s naked rack and legs.

She blinked her eyes open and planted her hands on the surface’s breasts, lifting herself up. She stared down into Kanako’s bashful eyes. She groaned and pushed herself to the side, rolling off the goddess.

Landing on her back, Reimu stared to the ceiling.

She’d laid one of Gensokyo’s most powerful goddesses and would even be paid for the pleasure of doing so.

If only she’d performed a bit bett…

“Could you untie me?”

Reimu blinked, staring back at the goddess lying beside her. Ropes still wrapped tight around those giant tits.

“Sure, sure.”

Kanako trudged through the quiet, darkened main room of her shrine, feet shuffling to her personal chamber. After all the grief that former outpost brought, all the believers demanding she take their side in that damn property battle, it did bring her the occasional gem.

However coarse that gem would turn out to be.

She stepped through her door, shutting it behind her to block out what little light eked into the main room. Sighing, she groped around her bed and peeled the large, heavy breast harness off it, then walked to her closet. She slid it open and dumped the harness inside. She shrugged the coat and hat off, tossing them in with it. Closing it again, she trotted back to her bed.

Crashing into the sheets, she sighed again, a little happy this time. She’d finally spent a night in bed with Reimu. She even got the girl to dominate her.

She groaned, thumping her hands once behind her. She was so close. So damn close. But Reimu, clearly, wasn’t ready. The girl needed training. She needed to learn how to confine, to control, to overwhelm a goddess of the heavens.

Her eyes drifted through the shadows to her closed closet. The fun toys would have to wait. The toys made for Kanako. Tomorrow, she’d need a set for someone smaller and thinner. Someone who needed to learn, first-hand, what she needed from her. Perhaps, once that girl learned the ropes, they’d finally get to do what she dreamed of.