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 bro

>>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!

Why?

That broken word remains clear in her gathered thoughts.

If a human sees her now, they'd think she was a lost child. If a human sees where she is, they'd think they were in a forest underwater. In the glaze of aqua shining from the leaves of the trees, the dew of the flowers, This is where it's going to happen, in the middle of night at this wonderland. A secluded area of Gensokyo, but not unknown to all youkai. A place to collect oneself. A space to experiment, where nature would provide and heal any wound.

With gentle footsteps, Suika hears Yukari approach her.

“My.” The gap youkai closes her parasol. “This is quite the sight, isn't it?”

It's not a question more than it is surprise. Not just because of what Suika is doing, but because of how she's doing it.

Legs crossed, the oni leans back against the tree glowing with an aquamarine tint. Her hand clasps around the gourd, which lands bottom first with a thunk on the hard earth. Ignoring Yukari for the moment, Suika closes her eyes and takes a long swig. When she gasps after drinking, she hangs her head before shifting her eyes to the approaching youkai.

“Yukariii.”

You're visiting your favorite touhou to blurt out something important to her. But as you begin to knock on the paper door you hear something loud behind it. Could it be a burglar!? You yank open the door to see-

It was Faceless Man, pillaging your favorite touhou's ass!

You took a step forward, but slipped on a puddle. Everything inside was covered in semen, now including you.

“Oh hello Anon,” Faceless Man ejaculated, and proceeded to blow another load into her, “I was giving her my two cents worth on asking you out, but I guess I gave her my twelve inches worth!”

“I'm sorry Anon, but his dick is so good! And the sex is amazing!” your favorite touhou cried out, stuffing her face with pudding as Faceless Man filled her behind with his penis.

“I-I-I al-always...” You mutter incoherently at the sight.

“Oh? Speak louder now, for everyone to hear!” Faceless Man cupped both his hands to one of his ears, while propelling your favorite touhou with only his hips.

You cock back a sob and stood erect “I don't care about what you're doing now, you always held a special place in my heart,” you started to discharged your pent-up feelings.

...are you already gone op? Hope not, I like this idea.
Maybe it's too early, but I'm a bit paranoid about it since I saw too many good stories die...

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Why did you start this if you can't keep up with it? It is an interesting idea too...

Hello? Is this going to be updated anytime soon?

You're happy. Today, Reimu finally noticed you for the first time decided to host a Christmas party after much begging from her best friend the annoying witch she calls a friend. You She can't help but smile at all those you've never seen before she holds dear. Marisa; Remilia, who brought Sakuya; Aya, who is taking pictures, as is the norm; Shinmyomaru, who would be here either way; Kosuzu, who showed up despite the slight fear in her eye over all the youkai, bringing Akyuu with her. And, of course, Suika didn't let herself be left out, nor did Yukari.

The one with bells her hair, though... She doesn't seem to be looking through you. If you had to describe it, those oddly energetic, oddly glimmering eyes could only be doing one thing. They were looking right at you. They didn't miss one detail, either, much to your embarrassment. After all, the way things have been these past... past... ...however many years, you stopped really caring for yourself. Your hair was a wild tangle where once it was held up in the bow you'd never leave home without. Your hair had also grown out, and you have no choice but to do what you could to keep it from tripping you, to the point of tearing hairs in half. Your beautiful blonde locks were once enviable, but as things had become, it made you look like a mess.

Which you were. You were a mess, to be frank. You learned the hard way that setting things down made them vanish, forgotten even by the most forgotten. Your instrument vanished first, and later your ribbon. Where does one go when even this lost and found of the forgotten forgets you? The answer is we never leave, or so you think. You remember remembering others that were forgotten. Some have managed to stay only scant inches from the fate, but as it is... Well, what can one do?

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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

>>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 Sanae&

“I have insecurities,” said Tenshi.

“Okay,” said the man.

And then they had sex.