#exandria is for lovers (critical role snippet)

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Fucked Stupid 8F: Hearing rumors of a minotaur causing trouble in the Parchwood, Vex’ahlia sets out to hunt it down, only to find herself clearly outclassed and at its mercy…

Normally, Vex wouldn't go out on a solo hunt, and especially not on simple hearsay, but even she had to admit that the rumors were intriguing. A minotaur in the Parchwood—the lumbering beastmen were an odd sight anywhere in Tal'Dorei, to say nothing of the cursed woodland that surrounded her home. It was certainly something worth looking into, and she'd been looking for an excuse to get out and stretch her legs a bit.

Something her quarry was all too happy to help with.

"Oh shit~ oohh, right there~ ohhh right there~" The words fell helpless and shameless from the huntress' lips as she arched her back against the soft loam of the forest floor. Her moans were rewarded with a firm thrust from above, the scraping of the enormous flared cock sinking ever deeper into her desperate folds, and she gasped out hard as she felt the tip kiss her womb again. Her eyes fluttered and began to roll back, her moans growing louder and more earnest.

She had underestimated the beast. Her stealth, for all her skill, had failed her, and when she'd thought to slip away he'd lunged at her. In a few short seconds, the powerful ranger had found herself with a broken bow, her armor and clothes rent from her form, and her body pressed down into the forest floor. She'd tried to fight—of course she had!—but between the strong hands holding her thighs down, and the cock that had shamed the memory of her husband's out of her...

Another sharp gasp escaped the elven beauty, and she moaned out hard as she felt the head of the beast's cock force itself into her womb. She bit at her lip, her body arching—every thrust making her twist with euphoria, her massive tits bouncing erotically for the beast's own pleasure. Her eyes locked with his—staring up into the face of the bovine monster that held her pinned—and she knew in her heart that there would be no going back.

She would be leaving the Parchwood tonight, a collar around her neck, dragged along by a chain, and with the beast's cum still dribbling out of her cunt...and she couldn't stop it if she tried.

[transmasc-wizard]

absolutely do not apologize for the length, I LOVE all this

rook especially sounds so so so interesting !!!!! I'm looking forward to any campaign updates you post abt him for sure :) I hope the poor boy gets some rest soon but it doesn't sound like he will 😔 + cyra sounds like a very strong character, heres hoping her chest stays un-ripped ! (also Morana is an INCREDIBLY interesting character concept 👁👁)

as for your questions ! I've been playing dnd since last April, the campaign I'm in has its birthday on April 10th actually :) it takes place in exandria (critical role world) bc my gf (the dm) is a huge CR nerd but the story itself is something mostly unrelated that she made up. my character in that is the wizard Kyle Mann, a joke character who kind of. uhm. spiraled out of control. his real name is Arthur Ashbluff and he's a runaway from the cult that convinced him to murder his best friend/potential lover, Alexei, and now stumbles town to town with barely contained alcoholism and a whole lot of trust issues. for awhile he became really attached and big-brothery to a young tabaxi (one of the PCs) and began to heal, but unfortunately that person is no longer in our dnd group and their character died quite violently. so, currently Kyle is in a very, very paranoid and lonely state of mind. (That snippet I posted the other day is him almost directly after killing Alexei.)

I also play Dr. Beckett Wright in a school dnd club campaign! (the icewindale campaign, i think thats how you spell it.) he was left in the winter forest as a child by his family who couldn't afford to feed him and didn't particularly like him, but for unknown reasons a "benevolent" patron kept him alive and he's now a warlock morgue worker with a notable interest in the macabre and an inability to starve. (no, he does not have a real doctorate.)

currently my favourite class to play is wizard but I really wanna try a rogue and a paladin sometime!

hi !! I was wondering if you have any dnd characters you wanna talk about :) (in response to ur tags on my post)

ARE YOU KIDDING ME, OF COURSE I DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this is going under the cut because I talk too much!

So, the love of my fucking life is my swashbuckler rogue, Rook. (art of him here and here.) He has a very, very fucked up backstory, which I talked about here. (mind the tws on that post.)

I posted several snippets of the prose version I did of my favorite session I've ever played with him here. (again, mind the tws.) (I will gladly share the link to that entire doc if anyone wants to read it, as I'm very proud of it.)

But to be brief, he's the bastard son of a nobleman who's father hated him. He ran away from home as a teen, booked it to the nearest port town, and joined the crew of a pirate ship, captained by a woman named Zara. She was his mentor for YEARS and taught him everything. She also gifted him his magic rapier.

He got named first mate, which some people took issue with since he was one of the youngest crew members. They betrayed him and kidnapped him, giving him to rival pirate captain Kora Wolf, who kept him prisoner for two years before he was able to escape.

He ran away and entered the Feywild and was hiding there for several months before he was recruited by the party.

Currently, my poor man is having a terrible time. Two of the his party members are close with Captain Wolf, and one of them bought her lies about Rook, and now doesn't trust him. On top of this, he's been cursed by a demon lord, which is currently affecting him by not letting him sleep, partly due to terrible nightmares.

He's a super interesting character because on one hand he's very paranoid and mistrusting (especially now with his lack of sleep), but he also has never been shown much kindness in life, and it doesn't take all that much for him to be willing to die for you. He's incredibly reckless and will dive into dangerous situations without a second's thought, especially to save his friends. He joined a pirate crew because he was terrified of getting stuck in one boring place, and that says a lot about him. He idolizes Zara, and I have NO IDEA how he'll react when he meets her again, since he never got to say goodbye and has changed so much in the nearly 3 years since he saw her. Our party's gunslinger lowkey adopted him, and after the scene I linked above, he told someone "I missed having someone to take care of." which almost broke me.

As you can tell, I'm obsessed with this man, and I love making his life miserable. But don't worry, he'll get his happy ending. I have plans for an Inigo Montoya-style revenge duel between him and Wolf, and it's gonna be great.

My other current character is Cyra (she/they), a fire genasi barbarian/fighter. She was raised by a cult-like warband following the destruction of her hometown as a child. Later, she ended up falling in "love" with the daughter of the leader, and having a very toxic, fucked-up relationship with her. She eventually realized how bad her situation was, and realized there was no saving her gf or changing her mind, so she ran off, stealing a sand skiff as she left. They're currently becoming buddies with our party rogue, which was completely unexpected to all of us, players and characters. Last session we left off mid-combat with undead pirates in attempts to get some cursed treasure. Oh, and they have a flaming metal quarterstaff that they can summon by pulling it out of their chest. Which a major villain (who happens to be the rogue's ex-wife) wants so badly she tried to rip it out of Cyra's chest...

As for other characters, I have some very, very fun concepts for a few, including:

Zenara (they/them): tiefling warlock who was an accidental mix of a bunch of character from Critical Role Campaign 2. Occasionally gets possessed by their patron and wakes up with no memories of the shit they've done.

Avra: shadar-kai/reborn assassin who should be dead, but woke up somehow "alive" again after a mission gone wrong.

Morana: character for a future pathfinder game that will happen someday. Autistic necromancer witch with a raven familiar. Creepy as hell and very morbid. No empathy and very practical, to a degree that other people occasionally find disconcerting. Exiled from her hometown for graverobbing and necromancy. Apprenticed under a guy who turned himself into a lich.

I have literally over 30 other character concepts, but most of them are not well-developed, and this post is already WAY too long.

Now, PLEASE, TELL ME EVERYTHING. I wanna hear about your characters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! how long have you been playing? what's your favorite class? Tell me all about your fucked up little guys!!!

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Twisted Gif Set: Rough Sex 1.C

Perhaps attempting to steal from a flaming pirate ship would've been a good idea for Imogen if she cmae prepared, instead she stumbled upon mighty Grimmhorn and his infernal lusts~☆

(Rough sex and Non-con, maybe mindbreak if you're up for it, have fun!)

Rough Sex: 1C

Imogen was beyond relieved when her plea for a parlay had been heard. The fiendish foes of the flaming pirate ship was far from the ghost crew they'd been told to expect—but a ship was a ship, and any ship was a way off this island and toward their destination. All she needed to do was convince the captain that they were worth keeping around, and they'd be home free—and with a little mental magic, she could ensure they'd be sailing comfortably.

Unfortunately for her, mind tricks didn't exactly work on the captain.

"You stupid cow~!" the hellish minotaur captain bellowed out in a roar that shook the interior of his cabin, and made Imogen shudder with every fiber of her being. "You dare try and trick me?! You fool~!! Now you'll pay the price~!! Take it, you dumb bitch~!!"

As if Imogen had any other option—the minotaur had utterly overpowered her the moment she'd tried to slip into his mind, and with his incredible strength he'd held her firm as he'd ripped the clothes from her figure, spun her around and shoved her up against the wall, and slammed every last inch of his two-foot-long bovine bitch breaker into her folds! It was a wonder she hadn't lost her mind on the first thrust, just her voice—screaming so loud she couldn't hear the conflict continuing outside.

"You wanted a parlay—well, here it is~!" Grimmhorn snarled into her ear, and Imogen gasped as she felt one of his powerful hands wrap around her slender neck and shoulder, holding her firmly in place as he railed on her—his every thrust felt like a punch to the gut. "You get to live~!! From now on, you are my cow~!! Mine to fuck and breed and break however much I want~!! Now moo, you dumb cow~!!"

His command was followed by a firm smack to her ass—in the moment, Imogen wasn't sure whether it came from his hand or just his crashing hips as they smacked against her. The lavender-haired sorceress cried out in pure desperation, her voice shaky and broken. "P-Please~! N-No more~! N-No mo-OOOO~!!"

Her pleas, though, broke as she felt his cock slam hard into the back of her womb—and as she felt his molten hot cum erupt into her, she felt the moan come out unbidden and unwanted. But try as she might to resist, she couldn't stop herself—her lips parting in a wanton moaning like a cow, her body shuddering as she felt herself filled, over and over again, her eyes slowly going hazy as the pleasure overtook her own pain and anguish.

And Grimmhorn, grinning wickedly, pulled his new cow away from the wall and towards his bed, eager to continue his work.

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Rough Sex 2A: Not long after escaping Whitestone, Laudna was found by Sylas, who decided to bring his wife back to the forefront of her soul, by whatever means necessary…

Her heart had stopped the moment she saw him in the doorway of her humble little cottage. Of course she recognized him—his visage still haunted her, tortured her in the middle of the night as she thrashed her way to sleep. She had heard rumor of his death, and even more of his return, but had hoped above all else that it was nothing more than that. That he wouldn't find her again, like his wife somehow had.

And yet here he was, all the same. And he wanted her.

She'd tried to resist, but Sylas was a far stronger man than the half-alive woman—with barely any effort at all, he had pinned her down to the creaky thread-bare bed and ripped the clothes from her form. His voice was harsh, and rough, but also pleading and desperate. In an instant, she knew that he was willing to do anything to have her again...though her eyes widened as she realized just what exactly that anything included.

"Can you feel it, Delilah~?" the vampire lord's voice purred, the deep and bassy baritone rolling over Laudna as he held her pinned to her bed. His fingers tangled in the corpse girl's hair, holding tight to the top bun as he pressed down into her, his hips rocking and rolling steadily, roughly, rudely into hers. "Can you feel it, my love~? The devotion I have felt for you~ gods, come back to me, my beloved~"

Laudna could do little more than gasp and moan in reply—her pitiful strength was nothing compared to that of the dominating lord that towered over her. Even so, and even as she tried her best to resist his lustful assault...she did feel something twist and turn inside her. Something...awakening with his lustful assault. Her heart beating faster, her breath catching quick in her lungs—and her eyes fluttered as she gave in more and more.

Even if Delilah never did rise back to the surface again...Sylas would be walking away from this dreary little cabin with a loyal lady by his side all the same.

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Crazy Lust 4B: Keyleth had been in dire need of a vacation for years now, and a trip to Dalen’s Closet was just what the Tempest needed. Especially with so many kind strangers around all too eager to help her forget her troubles…

The moment she saw the two approaching her, she knew she was in for quite the day. She'd come to this stretch of beach, not just to escape her problems and concerns, but to reminisce on a life that once was. Perhaps such thoughts had left the Ashari woman looking lonely, and they sought to comfort her—perhaps they recognized her need to relax and knew they could offer her some respite...

Or, perhaps they saw a busty redhead all by herself and decided to take advantage of the opportunity presented to them.

If she weren't already so much out of her right mind at the moment, she'd be leaning hard on that third assumption. As it was, though, the archdruid could barely do more than moan and hum in delight as the massive throbbing orc cock shoved roughly down her throat—to say nothing of rousing enough sense in her mind to realize this was a bad idea and that she should make them both stop.

"Goddamn, this bitch is the best one yet~!" the orc bellowed out with a laugh, the steady smack of his hips down into her face accenting his laughter. His hands rested on her curled headdress, gripping the antlers firmly as handholds as he fucked her face with more wanton pleasure. "Fuck~! It's like she was made for this~!"

"Of course she was~" his companion chuckled, and Keyleth moaned as she felt warm hands press against her upturned thighs, her hands eagerly holding her legs down in a deep mating press as the fire genasi's smoldering shaft sank into her ass—beneath the orc, her eyes rolled back as she felt pleasure explode through her body. "Ashari women are total sluts—she was made to be a whore~"

Keyleth couldn't argue, moaning desperately as the two continued to have their ways with her. She should tell them to stop—wild shape and escape, do something—but the more the two thrust into her, the more the leader of the Ashari moaned, her mind blanketed more and more with heavy lust, drool spilling out around the cock she choked on as she climaxed again and again from their ruthless assault.

She couldn't even offer the least bit of resistance as they dumped their loads into her, then scooped her off the sand and carried her away—back to their hotel, to enjoy her for the rest of their long vacation.

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More the Merrier 1C, Orthax Percy,×Pike× Corrupted Vex

How had it come to this ? Pikes mind was a haze as she tried to recall the circumstances.

After dealing with the Briarwoods the Cleric had been concerned about the black smoke she saw faintly emanating from her two friend. Maybe she was the only one who could see it as the rest of Vox machina didn't comment. It didn't leave them after a few days and her worries grew, she knew that Vex now spent her nights with Pecy so if she went there there was a good chance she could talk to them both.

Knocking on the door to his chambers Pike called out for her friends. Saying how she wanted to talk, how she was worried and wanted to help them. To her shock Vexhalia opened the door naked, saying how they could use her help and then --

The More the Merrier: 1C

—pleasure. Pure, absolute pleasure wracked the poor, helpless gnomish girl's body. It was so much more than anything that she'd experienced before, and she felt herself moan in utter desperation—a moan that was quickly muffled by Vex's elegant fingers weaving through her hair and shoving her face firmly down between her legs.

"That's it, dear, just give in~" the half-elf purred, her voice, sounding somewhat twisted as her now black-sclera-golden-iris eyes stared down at the curvaceous cutie. "I always did think you'd make such a good little pet, Pike~"

"Absolutely perfect~" Percy's voice seemed to echo, though his was significantly more warped and drenched in darkness. His hands rested on the soft curve of Pike's ass, thumbs squeezing and massaging the plump peach as his cock steadily and roughly thrust down into her. "It's like you were made for me, Pike~ made to be my good little slut~"

Pike moaned again as she heard those words, and despite knowing just how wrong it was, she couldn't help but buck her hips back into his thrusts. In the back of her mind, she knew that this wasn't Percy—not her Percy, but someone else who had taken his place—and the dark and degrading way he spoke of and to her only confirmed it. She should be doing something about this—she was a cleric, for Sarenrae's sake!

She should...and yet, the degrading tone was just so hot~

Without even thinking, her hand moved down to start pumping her fingers into her folds, guiding herself closer to her release—and with that act, she felt the black smoke she'd seen drifting off her companions now start to enshroud her as well. A feeling that made her moan even louder, and buck her hips as she climaxed hard around Percy's pummeling thrusts.

Black-sclera-golden-irises tilting up in her head, and matching the identical gazes of the duo smirking down at her.

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Bad ending: Vex and Keyleth entered the castle of Vampire King Desmond Caine. Hoping to end the vampiric scourge, and hopefully loot the place. Unfortunately, they got careless and wandered into the werewolf pit ... and all of them are in heat, and ready to breed the poor Elven women.

“Oh shit…I think we went the wrong way!”

Those were the only words Keyleth was able cry out before one of the massive snarling werewolves suddenly lunged out at her—and she, still stunned and unprepared for the massive beast’s appearance, let herself be tackled to the floor with a sudden cry.

“Kiki! Shit, h-hang on!” Vex cried out, but before she could try anything that might’ve let her help her friend, she felt herself be knocked hard into the pit’s wall by another of the massive canine beasts, her body shuddering as she felt it’s hot breath on her neck…and then something large prod at her ass.

Keyleth felt it too, pinned as she was to the ground, and she gasped. “V-Vex—I-is that—“

“I-I think so,” Vex murmured, for a moment sounding just as concerned as her companion. As a ranger, she had expertise in knowing about monsters—how to kill them, how to track them, and what their mannerisms were—and she knew well the stories of what happened to women who stumbled upon beasts like these.

Any hope that she might be wrong, though, was dispelled as she felt the prodding at her ass grow harder, until she heard the ripping of fabric as her pants were torn open—and all at once she felt the rough slam of a massive knotted cock plowing into her tight, hot ass. The ranger jerked and threw her head back in a scream—one quickly muffled by the werewolf’s snout enveloping her in a deep passionate kiss.

“V-Vex~!!” Keyleth screamed for her friend, but it was quickly broken by a scream of pleasure as she felt the same—moaning as the massive cock slammed into her folds and began to roughly rape the helpless druid into the soft ground beneath her. She was helpless to stop the beast as it ripped her robes from her body, her figure bare before it as it loomed over her, plowing down with a lustful, wild fervor.

And as the two elven women cried helpless and hopeless against the savage and lustful assault, they were still all too aware of the aroused growls around them, and the steady shifting of paws across the ground as more of the pack drew closer. It was becoming very clear, very quickly, that they were going to be stuck here with these beasts for a very, very long time.

Vex’s only hope as her body shook with pleasure was that her brother would find them before it was too late, and they both became the pack’s loyal breeding bitches.

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Working Up a Sweat 2B: After much thought, Marion decides to get herself a personal trainer to help keep her figure fit and youthful. And with how their first session’s going, she’ll definitely be calling him over much more often~

The moment she'd laid eyes on him, she knew she'd made the right decision. Bluud had been right—the goliath was certainly a fit and ripped figure, and he was certain to give her the intense full-body workout that she craved...she just wasn't sure if what she craved now lined up with what she'd set out to find to begin with. And she wasn't sure if she really cared.

Despite her desires, she tried to keep herself composed and professional—she was still the Ruby of the Sea after all—and the workout started off normal enough. A few guided stretches, some easy yoga positions to get herself warmed up for the more intense training...but the whole while, she could feel the goliath's gaze devouring her, felt his hands linger where they probably shouldn't.

"Alright, Miss Lavorre~" a deep, husky voice murmured into her ear, and she felt his hands resting on the soft curve of her ass. "I think it's time we got serious~"

Marion couldn't agree more—and as she felt the tight leggings she'd worn for their first session rip wide open, the gorgeous tiefling woman let out a sharp gasping moan of elation. A firm smack to her plump buttocks coaxed a desperate moan from her lips, and she flipped her hair over a shoulder to glance back to him—just in time to spy the shape of his enormous pillar of a third leg line up with her ass and thrust roughly downwards.

Immediately, the lady of the Lavish Chateau groaned in pure ecstasy, her body pressing down into the comfortable mat she'd rolled out for her training. Her palms pressed against the floor, steadying herself as she gasped and groaned—every thrust of the hulking half-giant behind her making her moan sharper, deeper, more passionately. She'd been with many lovers over the years, but none were as large, or as rough, or as thorough as him—and she loved it.

It was hours before either of them were finished with their session—but once they were, a thoroughly satisfied goliath scooped the thoroughly fucked tiefling up off the floor and carried her back to the showers—enjoying himself with her one last time before he'd take her back home. All the while, Marion clung to him as desperately as she could, already planning on visiting him again very, very soon.

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Overwhelmed 1C: Curious about the origins of her own abilities, Imogen finds a quiet room to herself to summon a pair of Reilora to speak with, only to learn much too late that two is one too many for her to control...

This was a mistake. She'd known it the moment she'd thought it, but she'd assumed it was a mistake that she could handle. They were close now, close to their trek to the moon, and she needed answers more now than ever before. She handled controlling one Reiloran on its own just fine—surely two wouldn't be much harder than that.

The moment she felt the first one wrap his hand around her throat, though, Imogen realized just how big a mistake this was.

"F-fu-uuuccckkkfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK~!!" the once-so-simple farm girl swore with a desperate, mindless moan, her body jerking and bucking as she felt the stinging slap of the Reiloran's hips against her ass. His body felt hot, burning hot, and she swore she would have burns once he was done with her—if he was ever done with her, a thought she had with no small doubt with how ruthlessly he plowed into her.

{You wanted to understand your origins, didn't you, child~?} the second Reiloran murmured, his voice deep and taunting as he stared at her—his own cock smacking against her bouncing tits as her body jerked from the first's relentless thrusts. The strange, eldritch alien seemed to grin wickedly, watching the lavender-purple lightning marks spread across her with every thrust. {Here they are~}

"No, fuck~! fuck fuck fuck~!!" Imogen cried out—her eyes rolling back in her head, flashing between electrifying purple and violent crimson as her body jerked and bucked with another bone-rattling climax—her mind fuzzy with pleasure, thoughts slowing, hard to focus— "Not like this not like this~ oh fuck~! Fuck, it's so hot~!"

{Yes it is~} the first Reiloran groaned down at her, bucking his hips harder into the helpless sorceress. His hands gripped her wrists firmly—the lavender skin there immediately darkening into a deep red, just a shade darker than his own skin. {Don't fight it, child~ give in~ become what you were always destined to be~}

Imogen jerked, gasping and moaning as the pleasure burned brighter, hotter, more intensely than before—her body arched between them, desperate moans falling from her lips and filling the empty, unguarded room she'd escaped to. Her eyes rolled back into her head again, body jerking as she climaxed wildly—it was too much, it was all too, too much~!

{OHHHFUUUCCCKKK~!!!} she screamed, body shuddering as every inch of her figure shifted into a deep, passionate crimson—and she fell back against the Reiloran's chest, eyes tilting up to stare at the alien figure behind her.

A figure that smirked down at her, cupping the newborn Reiloran's chin and pulling her back for a kiss. {Welcome to the family, dear sister~} his voice purred against her lips.

And Imogen, or what had become of her, could only softly moan as she kissed him back—before she and her companions disappeared in a flash, back to the moon where they belonged.

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Punishing Sex 1F: After failing to trick the guards outside the Malleus Key, Imogen finds herself at the mercy of a Reiloran Juggernaut who is all too eager to put the rogue exaltant Ruidisborn in her place…

~Spoilers for Campaign 3~

The harsh dust storm roared like a beast on the outside of the tent. Wild winds whipped at the thick canvas, sending dust and debris scattering across the rough ground through the barely fluttering opening. Every second it felt like one strong gust would be enough to rip the structure from the ground and send it sailing away—leaving the duo inside helpless against the raging elements…and on some level, she hoped it would.

At least then, her suffering could end.

The tent held fast, though, and so Imogen could do little more than gasp and pant for mercy as the powerful reiloran looming over her held her down against one of the abandoned cots. His enormous hands—made for crushing and breaking bone and sinew—were wrapped around her soft tanned thighs, folding her in a half-mating press and keeping her pinned as he thrust and bucked downward—every thrust echoed with a hard smack to her hips.

§Take it, you bitch~ take every last inch~!§

The reiloran juggernaut’s voice echoed through her mind in a deep and bassy growl, making the sorceress gasp and groan in return. As if she had much a choice in the matter—even if she tried to fight it, the alien warrior outclassed her both in strength and raw mental power. It wasn’t hard for him to sink every last inch of his behemoth cock into her—the massive member stretching her out like nothing else ever had, and grinding her walls into submission.

“P-please~” she whined, finding the strength to speak again. Her arms wrapped around herself, trying to hold herself together against the relentless assault—her large and plump breasts streaked with lightning scars bouncing lewdly with every thrust. “Please~ no more~ no mo-ohhh~”

Her pleas were cut off by a firm thrust downward, and she gasped as she felt one of the large skull-crushing hands drop to smack her across her tits and then wrap around her slender neck—holding her forcefully down against the bedroll. She shuddered, groaning as she felt his cock pierce her womb, shoved so hard and deep into the very core of her being—and her eyes locked with those dark all-black eyes of the reiloran that grinned so wickedly down at her.

§Oh, you poor little bitch~§ the juggernaut growled into her mind, and she shuddered as she felt him slowly drag his hips back, the ridges and bumps grinding away. §We haven’t even gotten started on your punishment yet~!§

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Fucked Stupid 2F: While trying to sneak through Kreviris, Imogen is caught and interrogated by two Reiloran guards who are a bit more skeptical of her intentions…

The moment Imogen felt the firm hand on her shoulder and the firm voice in her head, she knew she'd gone too deep. She'd only meant to step aside from the rest of the group for a few minutes, but by the way the two reilorans latched onto her and began dragging her through the streets and towards the nearest unassuming abode, it was clear she'd be gone a lot longer than that.

Their interrogations was...intense, to say the least. When the Mystic didn't buy her claim that she was just a Vanguard in the wrong place at the wrong time, she felt him press into her mind and strip away the truth like he was peeling an orange—and when she tried to offer resistance...he shared a look with the Juggernaut that was standing behind her at the door, and she felt a chill suddenly fill the room.

§Well, if you're going to prove difficult this way, perhaps there are some other ways you can be useful to us~§

Immediately, Imogen felt as if she'd made a horrible mistake—and she couldn't have been more right. Before she could even try to say or do anything, she felt the Juggernaut's hands on her chest, groping at her before gripping and ripping the clothes from off her form, her tanned and lithe figure exposed to the two alien beings that now towered over her. A gasp escaped her, before a hand pressed on the back of her head, bringing her down—

—and onto the large, thick, and strange cock that immediately plunged into her throat. As she tried to cry and squeal, she felt another hand move to press her down between her shoulders. The Juggernaut held her firm as his other hand grabbed a large handful of her ass and slammed his own massive cock roughly and rudely into her folds, forcing a more desperate and helpless scream to vibrate out of her throat and down the Mystic's length.

§Oh yes~§ the Mystic chimed, his form floating back into almost a seated position as he loomed over her, dark depravity glimmering in his shark-like eyes. §This is a much better use for you, Exaltant~§

Imogen's only reply was to moan and cry, holding to the superior psionic as she felt her body and mind giving more and more to the oppressive pleasure surrounding her.

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Fucked Stupid 7B: Though she only intended to turn them away so her mother could rest, a disguised Jester finds herself a bit overwhelmed by her mother’s regulars…

"Oh, come now, Marion~ certainly you can stay with us just a moment longer~?" The nobleman, a rather handsome genasi hailing from down the coast, offered a charming smile to the gorgeous tiefling before him, his hand firm as he guided her down onto the guest room's bed. "You did promise us the evening, after all~"

The gorgeous Ruby of the Sea gasped as she felt the soft mattress under her, and she glanced between him and the similarly ruggedly handsome man beside him—both of them staring at her with such wanton desire. She swallowed hard—this was going much further than she'd intended, but they were so insistent. "M-my dears—I-I really am not feeling like it—"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, love~" the genasi simply murmured in reply, his hand reaching down to caress her cheek...while the other dropped to tug at her dress. "Just leave it to us~ we'll make your night so much more wonderful~"

The ruby-skinned beauty glanced nervously again between the two men, her heart pounding in her chest—before finally she lay back submissively. "Very well—just promise to take it easy, alright~?"

Neither man acknowledged her request, both too eager as they stepped up, and with a firm hold on her dress, ripped it from her figure. Neither of them noticed how the fabric changed colors in the low light of the room, too busy casting it aside as they pressed the tiefling down onto the bed, the man moving to mount her and taking her by her horns as his cock smacked onto her face—and with little choice otherwise, she opened her mouth to let him in.

"Just leave it all to us, Marion~" the genasi repeated again, smirking as he watched her gag and moan around his companion's cock—his hands moved to guide hers to her thighs, forcing her legs spread for him as he rubbed his cock back and forth over her folds...then dipped lower to force his cock hard into her ass, and with a grunt of desire, held her firmly down as he began roughly and eagerly plowing into her depthy like he had a dozen times before.

All the while, Jester Lavorre simply moaned with desire, her eyes rolled back as she struggled not to let her disguise drop.

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Punishing Sex 5A: After failing their ambush on the Iron Shepherds, Nott finds herself receiving an even rougher defeat at the hands of Lorenzo as she’s stolen away…

Nott wasn’t sure how to feel about the failed ambush. On the one hand, the grief was overwhelming—Mollymauk had certainly dropped dead from that last glaive strike by Lorenzo, and last she’d seen of Caleb and Beau, it looked like they were about to drop, too. To add insult to their injuries, he had grabbed and thrown Nott onto the wagon with his crew—stealing her away to send her beat down band a message.

But on the other hand—god were Lorenzo’s fingers good~!

Nott whined and mewled like the helpless little plaything she was being remoulded into—the towering oni slaver had the goblin girl down on her hands and knees on his bed, her dark clothes and armor shed to leave her curvaceous green figure on full display for him. And he was all too eager to take advantage of that sensual form, one large hand around her throat to choke her out as he pumped one of his sausage-thick digits into her ass.

“A-ah~! Sir~! Sir, y-your fingers~! Th-they’re too big for me~!” Nott whined in protest—a protest that fell on even more deaf ears as her hips wiggled back into his ruinous fingers. She groaned, biting at her lip as she felt him push down to the base knuckle, his finger spreading her ass wider than anyone ever had before—then gasped sharp as the hand around her neck squeezed harder.

“We’re just getting warmed up, little gob-bitch~” Lorenzo growled into her ear, his breath hot and making her shudder in return. “Once I’m through with you, you’ll be bouncing on my cock every second of every day for the rest of your life~ so better get used to my little finger up your ass real quick~”

Another pitiful whine left Nott’s lips at that, though it quickly turned into a moan as his words tumbled through her mind. That, and the feeling of a second fat digit forcing itself into her tight anus and thumping hard into her ass was just too much for the depraved little goblin to handle. With another short squeal, her whole body jerked as she suddenly climaxed hard, squirting over the oni’s bedsheets and trembling as she rocked her hips back into his hand.

And as she shuddered, her gaze tilted up to him…and a lewd glimmer filled her eyes. “M-more~ please~ ruin me more~”

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Drunk on lust 7C: After a fun but heavy night of drinking, Verdant and Keyleth end up in the same bed. Laughing about it the next day ... whilst battling a hangover from the nine hells.

Drunk on Lust: 7C

If he really tried to think on it—really and truly—he would admit that he had thought it strange his wife suddenly had bright burning orange hair…and that she had large antlers adorning her head…but he had also been more than drunk enough to overlook such thoughts, especially when she sounded so cute moaning under his kisses.

The moans were honestly the worst part, and Verdant yearned to hear more of them as he kissed across her bare shoulders, groaning in desire as he pressed her form under her and into the bed. His hands moved over her form, cupping and groping her soft, plump breasts.

A bit smaller than usual, but he didn’t think much on it.

“Yes~ oh, my love~” the half-elf woman moaned out in delight as she felt his cock sink into her, and Verdant grinned down at her as he kissed along her slender neck. His hips bucked harder into her ass, coaxing more of those lustful moans from her lips. “Oh~ I need this~ oh~ give it to me~!”

As if he could ever deny his wife her desires—with a lustful groan, his tail wrapped right around her waist and he slammed harder into her, filling their room with her passionate cries of euphoria as he fucked her hard, rough, and deep—just as she loved it the most—

TtT TtT TtT TtT TtT

“—and…that’s how we got here…” Verdant finished with an awkward chuckle, blushing as he tried not to stare at the naked druid laying beside him and covering herself best that she could.

Keyleth blushed beside him, holding the sheets close against her, but let out a soft laugh as well. “I-I guess we both need to be a bit more careful with our drinks…” she murmured demurely, before slowly sliding off the bed. “A-and maybe we should go find our spouses?”

“Oh! Uh, good idea!” Verdant sharply replied, quickly standing from the bed, a blanket wrapped around him as well as he led the way out of the bedroom. “They should be around here…”

Keyleth blushed and shook her head, meekly following after him, and looking forward to sharing the night’s delights with her husband later.

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Crazy Lust 6B: What’s more relaxing than swiping a few pockets? It was fun, exciting, and she got a nice little trinket out of it. She just had to not get caught—something Fearne forgot, and must now suffer the consequences of…

In all fairness, she was a guest of the DeRolo family—unwanted though she might've been—so she did feel just a bit of immunity as she clopped through the lavish halls of the immaculate Castle Whitestone. She was a very special guest—she could do whatever she wanted, and as long as word didn't get back to that stuffy Lord DeRolo, she wouldn't get in trouble. There were no rules!

That was her take on the situation, and the one she tried giving the guard she'd failed to swipe an emblem of the house off of—but the reality was much more nuanced than that.

"Do you understand now~?! You~! Stupid~! Bitch~!" the member of the Pale Guard growled into Fearne's ear with a biting venom, every word accented with the harsh and firm smack of his hips against hers. The roughness of his handling would've coaxed desperate cries to rise from the faun's throat—would've, were it not for the length of leather that was his belt, wrapped tightly around her neck to choke her as he shoved her up against the wall.

Fearne struggled to make out any kind of gasping reply, but the length of leather pressing down on her windpipe was rough—she struggled to catch her breath, let alone speak in more than a whisper, and her body shook as the rough strangulation made her shudder and groan with growing pleasure. "I-I~ I understand~" she struggled to croak out, before groaning as she was roughly shoved into the wall again.

"I can't hear you, bitch~!" the guard snarled in reply, tugging firmly on both ends of his belt to further choke out the helpless faun, his hips smacking harder and rougher into her ass. The sight of her curvaceous form shuddering in pleasure made the man behind the helmet grin a bit darker, and he jerked her back roughly to stare back at him. "If you can't speak up, I'll have to take you back to my barracks for more thorough punishments~!"

Fearne gasped and shuddered, her hands slowly dragging down the wall, the world slowly going dark as his rough assault was getting to be too much. "I-I under~ I understa-staaannnddd~"

The guard chuckled as her hoarse whisper trailed off with a moan, feeling her body collapse back against his as she shook and jerked with a violent climax, her head rolling onto his shoulder as she passed out entirely. Smirking, he relaxed his hold on his belt and scooped the unconscious faun up into his arms, carrying her back to his private quarters in the barracks—fully intending to make good on his lustful threats.

It would be many, many days before anyone learned what had become of her.

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Some Like it Rough v2 3D: She just wanted a break from all the madness—that’s why she went to the bar. Two drinks in, and Imogen started getting flirty. Three drinks in, she stole a kiss. Four drinks in, and she found herself following a stranger home…

She couldn't believe she was doing this. If she was still in her right mind, she definitely wouldn't be doing this—but the last few months had been some of the most stressful and overwhelming in her entire life so far, and more than a fair bit of reason had already been thrown out the window as she'd ordered that first drink. She just needed something to help take the edge off, that was all.

One drink became two, two became three, three became four...

"Five rounds in, and you're still so eager to go~" a deep, husky voice murmured into her ear, making her Imogen's breath catch in her chest. The hands pressing down on her head, holding her against the plush mattress she lay on, were firm and rough, but the voice was gentle, tender, and filled with a burning passion that made her groan with desire. "I'm definitely gonna be keeping you around, beautiful~"

"Yes please~" the sorceress moaned in agreement, and she gasped again with a deep, wanton sigh as she felt the heavy smack of the stranger's hips against her ass. It felt so good—so good to just lose herself to the wanton and lustful passion. Her body yearned for it, craved it—her hips arched upward, rocking back into his steady, relentless thrusts, feeling him carve deeper into her. "Oh gods~ ah need this, ah need this so much~"

The man chuckled softly at her wanton plea, his lips brushing across her flawless skin to finally kiss across the curve of her neck, his larger figure easily eclipsing hers in the bed. No doubt, her wishes were born from a drunken pleasure, lost in her own bliss as she let a stranger like him fuck her worries away...but the later into the night it got, the more he couldn't help but feel his own want to make this woman his, as well.

With a slow hand, the Jrusar Warden reached to his pack just off the bed, pulling free a metal collar inscribed with runes. These were used to keep prisoners in check—keeping them submissive and easy to handle. The man hesitated for a moment, before slowly lifting it up to her neck, and with a swift gesture—clicked it into place.

And Imogen still in the throes of pleasure, shuddered in delight—feeling her connection to the red moon suddenly shut off, and her body arch even further back into the embrace of her new master.