In the Scarlet Devil Mansion, there sits a room of great and extensive opulence. Its ceiling unseen, massive pillars of intricate detailing standing so high as to fade away into darkness; its walls are littered, antique arms and armor forged by smiths of extensive renown, paintings of grand magnificence given life by the brush of artisans, and tapestries woven by only the greatest loom workers of old covering them; and, of course, the carpet approaching the centerpiece of this hall displaying wealth is of such fine make that one could forget they were not flying, to walk upon it indistinguishable from walking upon air. That centerpiece itself, a throne – wrought of only the purest gold, its cushions a luxurious red velvet, its form inlaid with masterfully cut gems in a rainbow of colors, ultimately crowned with a blood-red ruby of staggering size shaped alike a heart. Amidst this display of wealth and power, upon that throne, sat the final treasure contained in this room.

A small girl, with short blue hair, in a much frilled dress stained pink. Leathery black wings curled up behind her, glowing red eyes half-lidded, her petite form sat hunched in this seat more suited to regal bearing and grace, chin upon one hand and the other drumming at an arm rest, long nails each bringing forth a small, metallic 'tink' per impact. Remilia Scarlet, Vampire Queen, idled among what most would call a wondrous sight, this hall of treasures, and she let out a drawn out sigh. She had been in this very position, gazing over every one of these artifacts, these works of masters, for longer than many had been alive. Such finery was at this point more a matter of station and appearance. It did not sate the boredom of long centuries. Indeed, little did, pursuits growing ever more esoteric as time continued to drag on. It might well be that it was time, she thought to herself, to engage in those strange hobbies. Her head began to turn left, and the start to a quick summons got as far as, “Saku–” before her eyes fell upon the maid she desired.

Not there even a moment before, from nothing, the chief maid of the mansion appeared, braided hair of silver framing her face as she stood by her lady�

Whether or not she did was hardly important to their spectator, so long as she did not fully expire. That would end this fun little display far too soon, and Remilia was still not nearing her own climax – even as howls from below seemed to indicate at least one of her entertainers was. Nonetheless, though she wasn't close to finishing, she too hastened her ministrations, a trio of fingers spreading herself wide and working within that small opening. From her position above, she had a perfect view of every shake or jolt that overtook the fairy – and each, brought about by pain and overwhelming force, inspired one in reciprocation, of corrupt ecstasy and malefic enjoyment. The noble vampire would never sully herself laying with such a lowly beast, but it was still so very interesting to watch them work, and one couldn't really sully a fairy, now could they? In the midst of her carnal work, her other hand took up that refilled glass, an extended draught coinciding with a hefty rocking and a particularly jubilant cry – the contents spilled all over, running down her cheeks and splashing upon her smooth stomach. Never minding the mess, that hand transitioned instead to rubbing sensually over her body, working in the iron fluid to teat and more. And as The Scarlet Devil painted herself such, those cries from main stage began to hit a crescendo, before ultimately ending in one final triumphant roar of dominance.

One might call the fairy lucky, if they were so inclined, because she had by this point become unable to keep herself up – wound and lack of air took their toll, and her eyes simply rolled back, blackness claiming her. Unfortunately for the fairy, it was not enough to send her disappearing in a puff of dust as the creature mounting her held itself hilted within. At the least, she was not awake to feel the surge that suddenly moved through that offensive blockage, further stretching an already taxed orifice. She did not have to taste that sudden blast of white, a virile wave of semen exploding out of its length into a recipient it was wasted upon. She did not have to smell the backblast that crashed against the back of her throat, clogging her nostrils as the thick goo escaped to

One fine Spring morning, Tewi found herself in heat.

"Reisen," said Tewi, "I'm in heat, lets fuck."

"Alright fine, lets do it" Reisen replied, "But only because I'm in heat too. D-don't get the wrong idea, its not like I'm having sex with you because I l-like you or anything, d-dummy."

And so, Tewi and Reisen proceeded to fuck like the rabbits they were. They fucked against the floors, the walls, and even the ceilings since they could fly, explosively squirting their love juices all across the room. A veritable sexplosion it was.

Soon, the sounds of the two rabbits moaning, grinding, and sexsploding attracted the attention of the other residents of Eintei, who barged into the room to investigate.

"Reisen!" Eirin exclaimed. "For shame! You can't just go around fucking people like this."

"Sorry master," replied Reisen as her vaginal fluids soaked Tewi and the wall behind her with all the force of a sexually frustrated bazooka.

"You're a medical professional for Gods sake," Eirin continued. "How many times do I have to tell you, if your going to have sex, always use a condom. Just because neither of you has a penis, its no excuse not to practice safe sex."

We did it everyone, we got the best end.

BEST END



>Living in a palace was, unsurprisingly, like living in a palace.

That's the literary prowess that keeps me coming back.

Begin Part 3

Today was the day! Not like yesterday, but most certainly like tomorrow! I just need to get free from the pile of bitches I'm covered in! It wasn't the most spacious of caves, after all, and between the cart, the instruments, Kyouko's mega phone thing, the cart because it's big enough to count twice, Mom's new especially doggified self, myself and the three other dogs it was a very tight fit.

And it wasn't helped by the sniffy dog sniffing everyone in turn!

Seriously, there was saying hello, but it was excessive to say hello every hour or two, and doubly so when we never parted ways. What's even the point of that??

After squirming free of the writhing mass of fluff and comfy I headed for the entrance of the cave, stretching and working out my kinks. I still don't get that word, as it's as if it has multiple meanings. Words shouldn't do that; it's confusing for no good reason!

I looked up and found bamboo! And lots of it! I had intended to look at Mr. Sun, but it turned out that the bamboo was still there, just as it always is! Who would have thought that things would be the exact same way they were yesterday?

I spent the next 30 minutes or maybe forever hopelessly lost, trying to find my piddle spot, where I liked to, well, piddle!

Which was really weird, as I was following my nose.

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Your eyes open as the door does. The very second a figure steps through the threshold, you reach into the gap between the sofa cushions, pull out your pistol, and aim directly at the intruder’s large bosom. “Take one more step and you’re dead,” you call out to her. “Who are you, and what’s your business?”

A young woman with long, pale blue hair frowns at you. “Keine Kamishirasawa, entering her own home. That is, if you don’t mind.”

Your grip relaxes, and you lower your weapon. “Don’t scare me like that,” you admonish her. “I thought I told you to knock?”

Keine drops her giant schoolbag on the floor and begins to take off her shoes. “And I thought I told you: it would look ridiculous for me to knock. What would the neighbors think if they saw? Attracting any kind of attention is the last thing we need to do right now. Until I get a chance to fix things, you’re the top suspect in a serial murder case.” After both of her black shoes hit the floor, she wiggles her pale toes and breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. Perhaps I could get a massage? It’s been a long day.”

Talk about tragedy porn. Sheesh.

Excellent work though. I was pretty gripped throughout the whole thing.

Hatate Himekaidou used all her restraint to keep from smashing the screen of her computer. She had been in the newsroom for nearly three days in a row, ignoring the need for her to sleep or eat — or shower. It was not the first time she had done so since becoming an intern at TNN, the highest-rated news station in Gensokyo. Her record for staying at work — 63 hours 50 minutes and 29 seconds, she timed it herself — was not far off, and of course, her request for overtime pay would be denied. They always were.

Only the scent of roasted coffee relaxed her. A steaming cup had been placed by her keyboard while she focused on the screen. Hatate sucked the black drink down in three big gulps. The burns were a small price to pay for relieving the headache that had been building up in her skull for the past hour. Her throat would heal fast, anyway.

“Rough couple of nights, huh?”

Only one person bothered to make coffee or conversation for Hatate. Despite this, Hatate felt no need to turn around and address her superior directly. “I’m busy working — on your story, Aya.”

“You’re working too hard,” Aya Shameimaru insisted.

“I’m working for you.”

Hatate bit her tongue as soon as the words left her mouth. She meant to say “because of you.”

Aya put her slender hands on Hatate’s thin shoulders. “Now this is a surprise. Is that loyalty I hear in that sweet voice of yours?” she cooed in one of Hatate’s long ears. “I always thought you were attached to work, but was it me you were attached to all this time?”

In the past whatever number of days I've gotten 4, 6, 6 and 6 hours of sleep.

I'm not busy. I should by all means be getting the sleep I need. But I'm not. No, instead I'm waking up 4, 2, 2 and 2 hours early because... reasons? No reason. At all. And then I can't get back to sleep! It's horrid...

As such, this update is a struggle. And so too will be editing it, as it's been doneish since 2 days ago. I managed to get half way through treading it over, but ran out of gas half way in.

If I manage a restful night, I should get it up basically tomorrow. If not, well... I'll keep trying to try. I deal poorly with sleep deprivation.

4, 6, 6, 6, 6 and 9! Ahaha! My favorite number, a beastly number and a sexual position, but still! Sleep has been had! Energy is a concept once more!

Time to go finish part 1!

I'll be making a new thread for the endings, that said.

Next thread! >>39340

>>22237
>>23541

I know no one posts here anymore but if anyone has a copy of RJ127317 and can upload it somewhere I'd be really grateful

>>20681

>>37650
I didn't remember reading any Eirin-centric /at/ scene here, so this is a very pleasant surprise. Shame there isn't any lewd braid teasing, but oh well.

Time for a second round with the moondoc.

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Ever since that little tryst in Eirin's office the other day, it's suffice to say that Eirin really began to take a liking to your presence around Eientei. At first nobody in Eientei suspected the weekly deliveries you made for Eirin would usually end up with you pounding her against the wall and staying overnight after that. But eventually the word broke out among the rabbits. You and Eirin took it in stride however, since both of you wanted this to be a permanent relationship instead of a mere fling.

As such, you began to visit her more, deliveries or otherwise.

On one of those usual visits, you decided to bring Eirin outside, perhaps a little far from the prying eyes at Eientei. A little bit of walking later eventually both of you come across a clearing in the bamboo forest, with a clear view of the full moon rising in the sky.

"We're here." You tell her as soon as you stop walking.

"Here...?" Eirin questions, herself looking so unsure. "I never thought we were going to do it out in the open."

"I'd be a nice change of mood I say. Plus, your skin looks nice under the moonlight."

Now for someone different. This was in the backburner for quite a bit.

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Truth be told, I really liked Gabe, ever since I first met him in the woods. It was love at first sight and I decided to bring him to Eientei for his safety. I stuck around until his health improved - which didn't take long due to Eirin's help with her medicine - saw him and a friend of Seo’s reunite, and only then return to the mountains.

After that he seemed to be stuck in my mind, so I decided to see him whenever I could, after my patrol rounds were done, of course.

My patrol rounds this week seem to be in my favor as I am able to visit Gabe at the Scarlet Devil Mansion while there's still daylight... at least until someone decided to change the schedule in the last minute. There, I visit the mansion around nighttime where some of the inhabitants are more active.

Still, the fairy maids, the gate keeper and the head maid seem to not mind my appearance in the mansion, which is great. After minutes of scouting the rooms, I eventually found and managed to sneak into Gabe's room, and somehow he was already asleep.

At this point I realized that this was unbecoming of me of being a lady, sneaking into a man's room and such, but it's a tad too late to turn back. And I also feel sleepy.

Slow heads up notice. No update this week, and this month will be rough for me. I'm not going to promise something I'm shaky on. But if I suddenly update, I'll do so on either a Monday or a Friday. Plan to, anyway.

Yes, I'm coming back. But it'll be a safe thread first—a compilation of two-shot stories. For this, I need some time to get back to my notes and what I was doing with he story.

...I hope I make good on my word this time. Life sucks right now, but that's my own fault.

I'm a liar.

The short is, this story is moving.

The longer is, the past year has been rough. Moved around, got moved around, made some choices. Computers exploded, data was lost and recovered, and I had to make more choices. In relation to this story, I needed to make another one.

This story will be moving and completed somewhere else.

To those managing this site, please leave the status as Abandoned. As for reader input in the future, the story is planned to be completed as a story more than as a quest format. I don't know the where and when, exactly. It might be a couple of months. It might be a year. It might be a few years. I did this to a few other stories I'm working on elsewhere.

But I love the Aya and Momiji I wrote. There's a lot I like in the some thousands of words I messed up here and there I would like to fix. I do want to see this story's completion one day. I won't do it right now, though. My life is'tt in a condition where I can take responsibility and respond to input and feedback for this specific story. I've spread myself thin in my life, and I need to focus on things that will affect me more in the immediate future. And because of that, I decided to post this message.

So yeah.

If this story is ever continued, finished, and/or posted anywhere else, I'll sage another post here to give details. If for some reason I bring this back to life here somehow, I'll say something and update. But for now, I decided saying something was better than saying nothing at all after a long time of irresponsible statements made above.

[x] Surely it was the god monk's! Your math is top notch!
[x] Wait, catch the foamy bird!

We must save the bird.

[x] Surely it was the god monk's! Your math is top notch!
[x] Wait, catch the foamy bird!

Aunn is such a good dog, she's even playing fetch with her new owner already.

>>39078 Next thread!

>HERE COMES THE CAVALRY!

[x] Equip saddle, bridle, etc.
-[x] Give chase!
--[x] Equip Reimu!
---[x] Give further chase!

Just see it now! Cresting the horizon, kicking up a cloud of dust. The bandit flees, and yet lo, the Ranger yet pursues. And as she reaches the apex, Reimu rears back on her gallant steed Aun before the two gallop forth over the top of the hill, the sun glinting on the star pinned to Reimu's chest. And, as they continue their valiant pursuit, the camera pulls back and pans over the land of Gensokyo as the William Tell Overture begins to play and the title appears. ...Although, one should tell the Prismrivers not to sit on them; they might knock one of the letters over.

>>38760 Next thread ho!

>>38767

Crud. Sorry!

>>38474
im confussed as a ass

Everything around you is a blurred mess of noise and light. Your head is pulled back to where you're staring up at the ceiling, unable to see any but. You'd sit up, but the big, strong hand on your stomach refuses to budge. More than that, your nether-regions are on fire.

You strain to lean up enough to actually see Nemuno in action. The blurriness in your eyes only lets you catch sight of the red cap she's got on, the white puffball swinging with every bob of her head. Noticing that you're looking now, she switches angles to look back. Now you can see every inch of you slipping through her lips, leaving a bulge in her cheek, every movement accompanied with a slurping noise that both entices you and drives you mad. She gives a muffled laugh before popping her lips off.

"Somethin' wrong, sweetie?" she asks with a toss of her silvery hair.

The lack of Nemuno's mouth around your length leaves a cold, lonely feeling downstairs. You look back up at the ceiling, suddenly unable to articulate much of anything. "No, I was just, um..."

"Ohhh, I getcha. Yer wantin' ta open yer other present early." She reaches up to grab you by your chin, wagging a finger at you. Her other hand caresses your stomach. "Didn'cher momma tell you ta appreciate what people give ya?"

"Well, yes, but that's not what--"

Without any warning, Nemuno shoves you up against the wall, leaving you sitting up partway. She licks her lips, giving your equipment an appreciative jerk, making you groan.

"Now, sit there an' watch ol' Nemuno work."

>>38434
soapanon, any news?

>>39327
Not really. My main story hit a major rough patch that I've been trying to work through. Once that's dealt with, then I'll see to this story again.

Sorry.