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.

As he came into the cervix
It was the sound of a crescendo
He came into her anus
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
She ran underneath the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was held down, it left the moon

Pache, are you ok?
So, Pache are you ok?
Are you ok, Pache?
Pache, are you ok?
So, Pache are you ok?
Are you ok, Pache?

Not too much rhyming to boast about here, but since this board seems to lack a thread for lewd memes...

Having announced her presence to Gensokyo, Okina felt that her work had been done, albeit a tad roughly no thanks to that miko. Either way, the success put her in a good enough mood that she started to feel like celebrating. However, the incident that she’d caused left Gensokyo’s seasons out of balance. In light of that fact, she decided it was best to wait. And wait she did, already unable to contain herself, for months and months.

The leaves were turning all sorts of browns and reds when she did emerge. Where she arrived, somewhere close to the mountain, a rowdy gathering of humans holding a some kind of party drew her attention. In the middle of the affair were two goddesses: Minoriko and Shizuha, as they introduced themselves. Immediately, the pair invited Okina to take part in their autumn celebration, which she did without a shred of restraint.

After the hidden goddess had danced, ate, and drank her fill, she talked with her hosts at length, telling them about her underlings and her exploits in the shadows. Unsurprisingly to Okina, the majority of her work was beyond their comprehension. As simple representatives of the season, she was able to grasp their existence with ease. Their lack of shrines and regular followers may have cast them as ragamuffins among gods, but Okina found them interesting enough.

“You wanna come back with us?” Minoriko asked as Okina was thinking of leaving. The celebrations had died down with the fading sunlight.

Though disappearing into the other side of Gensokyo would have been trivial for Okina, the offer intrigued her. She’d waited so long, and had such a good time with these two, that any more antics were welcome.

“Lead on!” she cheered.

The sisters shared a look, laughing and locking fingers. Their cheery mood infected Okina, who shared in their carrying on.

Together, the three of them skipped on to a clearing that the autumn goddesses called home. Their home itself could best be called a shack, humble but charming in its own way, and the view of the leaves surrounding was stunning. Okina quietly wished she could have a place just like it.

>>38332
She's a Goddess of Darkness (and enemy of Okina) masquerding as a fairy, based on Okina's dialogue in Cirno's EX stage.

>>38333
250 posts (on the main page it'd say "247 posts not show" or such); you're at 221 (222 with this post)

Also Sanae's been something of a mixed influence on the innocent fairy waifu.

>>38333
Any news, Cereal ATA?

Tears that fell as the human manipulates her own death. The resolution becoming reality as the youkai creates the boundary. And the beauty sprouting from death as the tree expresses its nature.

Back then, there was no form to be taken. But that did not mean it couldn't be formed, did it? That was how that woman made it for me. It was:

To she who bears witness to death,
when the Saigyou Ayakashi reaches full bloom,
and the boundary between this world and the next are divided,
her soul shall obtain peace in Hakugyokurou,
sealing the Saigyou Ayakashi’s petals,
and create the barrier that halts its bloom.

In the formless space of the sealed boundary, this is the “barrier” she created.

“Isn't that right?”

Tags: Yuugi, Sakuya, Masochism, Sadism, Knifeplay, Bloodplay

With a crack, the red-skinned oni's face snaps backwards as a massive, muscled arm smashes a fist into it; the rest of his body soon follows, hurtling through the air and tumbling along the ground several dozen yards to crash against the wall of a nearby building, leaving cracks upon it as he lays there unconscious. A girl of silver, braided hair, clad in maid uniform, stoops to observe the unconscious oni suddenly blocking her path. Yuugi, meanwhile, sighs and dusts off her knuckles as the ring of spectators cheer and an energetic male voice nearby calls out, “And that's twenty nine in a row! Even three on one, the Oni of Oni cannot be stopped! Will anyone even come forth to challenge her after that one?!” Yuugi takes the large gourd of sake in her other hand and upends it, pouring copious amounts of alcohol straight down her throat. She mutters to herself, “Goddamn weaklings. Shit's fuckin' boring.” She hasn't had a good scrap in who knows how long, and this little fight club didn't help.

Looking around the crowd, it seemed the announcer was right; no one else wanted to step forward this evening, they'd gotten their fun. There was, however, the maid clinically examining the guy who'd been knocked unconscious upon her path. That silver, it was familiar... ah, yes, wasn't that the head maid of that vampire mansion? Actually, hold on. She was supposed to be lighting quick. Maybe if Yuugi actually had to work to punch someone... As Sakuya stood up, no longer enamored by the effects of Yuugi's blow upon the man, the large oni called out, “Oi! Dog of the Scarlet Devil, was it?”

Sakuya hardly had the time to take a single stride before freezing once more, turning to regard Yuugi through the gap in the audience. “Do you require something from me?” she asks, rather coldly. “I'm on important business for the Mistress, so if it's nothing urgent-”

“Come into the ring,” Yuugi all but demanded, polishing off her drink. “You're damn fast, right? I need someone I can't hit so easy. Why don't we go for a while? You

>>38311
“A lovely job,” the maid compliments her newfound pincushion with an earned sincerity. “I do believe I'll be needing to thank that mind-reader.”

“I can...” The oni hesitates, voice shaking from the still-embedded knife, and from an uncharacteristic uncertainty. “I can still come with you to the mansion, right? Since I did well?” The needy sheen in her eyes when she glances upon Sakuya is just delightful, legitimate concern that more of this might not come showing plainly.

A pause to soak in the shrinking confidence that a 'yes' is coming is warranted; moreover, it's blissful, to see Yuugi await a verdict like a heaping helping of jiggling jello as Sakuya recomports herself into a mask of thought. Still, Sakuya wants this as much as the oni, and she does not let the moment hang overlong before nodding slowly. “Yes, yes you may.”

The oni's first and immediate reaction to the news, as unsurprising as it is, is prostration; she casts herself upon the ground to offer thanks. Her second is to let out a not inconsiderable scream when this aggravates the knife left within. Through her wincing, however, in her pained voice, she speaks, “Thank you. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. I'm yours. Please, use me.” Beyond the strain from pain, however, there's one more note to the oni's voice. Along with the way her muscled legs roll together, it's not difficult at all to place.

“You will, you are, and I will.” Sakuya answers each statement in turn as she approaches once more. “Lift yourself again.” Yuugi does so unquestioningly, and does not vocalize how close she is to her own climax, perhaps out of some sense of subservience. It's actually rather cute to watch. But she's so close, it would be a shame to not get her the rest of the way. “Taste yourself,” comes the next order, knife finally leaving its new home. It drips blood steadily, little droplets splashing upon the ground as it waits within tongue's reach of the oni. That tongue traces along the flat, cleaning it of the coating

>>38296
Okay, revising some of my opinion because I'm dumb and couldn't figure out the true end without a couple of hints. If you can find the hidden room, there's a (hasty) explanation for what the deal with the mansion is. I still feel like it's a bit of a cop-out, and it doesn't integrate well with the rest of the game. Is that kind of nit-picky when dealing with a porn(?) game? Maybe. It still kind of stands as a point of "this could've been better".

Plus, the true ending is just a dress-up/sex scene theatre option. Not much of a reward.

Played this last year or so, was pretty cool for an hour, but then my browser crashed and I lost all my progress so I didn't finish it.

I rather liked the concept and the flow of it though, even if the puzzles were mundane. Anyone know something similar? Maybe with slightly more real H to it. Doesn't need to be touhou.

Someone uploaded the images to sadpanda: https://exhentai.org/g/1129826/ef1891af83/

Also there's a nude patch now: https://www.axfc.net/u/3838435.zip

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 -

-

>>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.

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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.