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Was doing some Keyleth sketches earlier today and decided to actually refine this one into a full piece. Based off of a screenshot from Vox Machina season 1—side-by-side comparison under the cut

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What do you use to make the icons for your OC’s?

https://thefatefulforce.com/battle-resources/token-creator/

I go to this site! It's free to use and has a lot of fun customizations for border and colors

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Tavern Regular: The Golden Champion

NAME: Galatea the Golden-Scaled RACE: Human CLASS: Fighter (Champion)

STR 16 (+3) INT 8 (-1) DEX 18 (+4) WIS 12 (+1) CON 14 (+2) CHA 14 (+2)

GENDER: Female (She/Her) AGE: 21 HEIGHT: 5'3" BACKGROUND: Gladiator

BACKSTORY: Born Gabriella Wess, Galatea turned to gladiatorial performances at a young age to help provide for her struggling family. She quickly showed a natural knack for combat and showmanship, rising through the ranks and claiming the title "the Golden-Scaled" for her arena persona. Her days in the arena came to an end when she saved a stranger from wandering bandits, and she realized she could put her skills to better use out in the wider world.

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"How Do You Want To Do This?"

“I think you mean, how do you want to seduce this~?”

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Modern Goblin Girl!

Comm for Frenchie 🌶🌶🌶 via 🅿atreon

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Rough Sex 2D: Deanna goes out after Chetney to try and calm him down during the full moon, only to find herself calming him down in a very different, very intense way…

It was becoming apparent to Deanna that perhaps she had bitten off more than she could handle—but in her defense, no one had really warned her what was wrong with Chetney. Sure, they had called out and tried to call her back, but she was too concerned about the older gnome to really care what they were saying—and when she heard the howl in the distance, her worry and haste grew even more.

And even after she'd found him...she still wasn't sure if she would've backed down had they told her everything after all.

She definitely would've known to cast a few better spells on herself to be ready, though—her Shield of Faith was doing nothing against the hulking werewolf's ruthless thrusts as he plowed her voluptuous visage down into the soft and powdery snow. A Bear's Endurance to enhance her stamina or even just a quick Resistance would've served her wonderfully, at least as long as she was able to keep the spells going.

Instead, the gorgeous mocha-toned gnome could do little more than let her former—current? reoccurring?—lover rip her clothes from off her form and rail down on her like a beast in heat—which, she supposed, was exactly what he was. Every thrust was like a thunder strike of raw lust and passion, and her moans broke free from her throat in harsh hiccups as she struggled to catch her breath. And she had a feeling she'd be struggling for a while.

As she felt Chetney's claws tangle in her sweat-messed ringlets, Deanna slowly tilted her gaze skyward—up past his leering maw, drooling with desire, and to the gleaming glow of Catha high in the sky. No matter how many hours she felt it had been, it was clear there were still plenty more to go in this long, cold night—one that she would be feeling for several days to come, if she even made it through the rest.

Her body shuddered, and she groaned, eyes rolling back as she submitted fully to the insatiable beast.

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New Jaerik art by Deussart on twitter

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Rough Sex 1D: When Nora’s plan to overpower the hill giant doesn’t work out, she’s forced to fall to the backup plan of letting it use her like a cocksleeve and hope she doesn’t break…

The steady clap of flesh on flesh reverberated both throughout the large cave and depths of Nora's mind. It was not lost on the stocky dwarf girl just how long this had been going on for—how much longer than she'd expected, even between both her own and the giant's incredible stamina. A feeling of dread would've started to spread through her, were it not for the rushing pleasure that made her buck and jerk over and over again.

He was big—that could be expected given that her foe was a hill giant, but she hadn't been prepared for just how massive he was when she flipped scripts for seduction. The nearly two-foot long fuckrod that had sprung from the giant's loincloth had made her drop her jaw in shock—but before she could try and rethink her decision, she had been scooped up off her feet and hoisted over the massive member.

And now—all she could do was cling to his shoulders and fling her head back as she cried out for mercy, every thrust like a battering ram to the back of her womb. Her aquamarine eyes rolled back in her skull as her hips jerked and bucked—over and over, she was slammed down on the cock, feeling it stretch her and pummel her in ways no man—and certainly not Lie!—ever had before or ever would again!

"Gods~! FUCK~!! S-Slow down~! Slow down~!" she tried crying out, her arms wrapping tighter around the giant's shoulders, squishing her massive tits into his chest. Her head tilted upwards—up to the leering face over her, and she panted out again. "Too much~! OH FUCK~!! It's too much~!!"

Unfortunately for her, the giant clearly didn't understand Common—and of the few words it did understand, the ones she gasped out weren't among them. Instead, his lecherous grin grew wider and he gripped her firmly by her ankles, slamming her down on his cock even harder, the tip bullying the depths of her guts over and over again. The force of the thrust forced another strangled moan from his dwarvish plaything, who jerked again as she began to go limp.

She might be at the limits of her endurance, but it was clear her foe definitely wasn't...and wouldn't be for a long, long time.

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Punishing Sex 4C: Despite trying to act as an emissary of her lord, the archfey Clover met was really only concerned with turning her into his personal bunnyfolk fuckdoll…

Clover had been beyond thankful that the Prince of the Alabaster Moonlight had been so welcoming to her and her companions. Though he and her own master weren't on the best of terms, it was clear that hospitality was still alive and well in this corner of the Feywild. It let her breathe a sigh of relief, and she walked a bit more lightly as the archfey led her through the twisting trails of his home and to what would be her guest quarters.

It wasn't until the two had arrived and she had stepped in to make herself at home, and she heard the click of the door's lock behind her...that she realized the lord's kindness wasn't as genuine as she'd hoped.

"G-Gah~! Ah~! Fuck, you b-bastard~!" she gasped out, gritting her teeth best that she could as she braced herself against the luxuriously soft bed she'd been thrown upon. Her body shook as she felt the hard impact of hips against her plump backside, a deep groan leaving her as she felt his cock spearing hard and deep into her folds—deeper than any man had ever gone. "Wh-when I'm done w-with y-you~ ah~! Y-You'll—you'll be sorry~!"

Her threat, if it could really be called that as panting and incoherent as it was, merely earned her a chuckle of derision, and she shuddered as she felt satin-soft lips brush across one of the velveteen rabbit ears that sprouted from her head. "You say that as if I'm ever going to let you get started, darling~" the archfey murmured, and he reached around to caress her cheek. "But we both know you won't do a thing to me~ will you~?"

Before she could respond, that hand shifted and gripped around the side of her neck firm and hard—the pressure enough to make her gasp and her body jerk. As much as she tried to deny it, she couldn't help but feel her heart flutter a bit at his rough, firm touch, and her clenched jaw loosened as a sudden moan escaped her instead. Her hands lifted, gripping his arm tight, as if to try and pull him away...but she knew the truth in her heart.

She wanted him to stay there, holding her so firm and so rough, as he made her come so utterly and entirely undone.

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Rough Sex: 6E Her last clients at the chateau clearly weren’t satisfied with the time they’d spent together, as Marion finds herself stolen away on a pirate ship…

It would be a lie to say she didn't see this coming. Between her position as the most popular courtesan along the Menagerie Coast, and the number of her clientele that were of the more...aggressive dispositions, there was always a bit of a concern that one of her more zealous lovers would try and steal her away for himself. It was for that exact reason she hired Bluud and kept the kindly minotaur close.

Unfortunately for her, they had planned around such obstacles, and Marion had gotten a good look at her bodyguard dozing off as she was carried away.

And now...now, Marion was helpless. The ruby-red-skinned tiefling arched and moaned in earnest as she felt the two massive cocks plowing so relentlessly into her folds. Her whole body shook and groaned as she felt the work-worn hands drag across her sinful curves—groping and squeezing and toying and teasing at her as she was pinned between the both of them. "P-please~! O-Oh~ n-no more, my dears—o-OH~!!"

Her pleas went ignored by the men, the one behind her grabbing her by her wrists and pinning them to the small of her back, while the one she lay upon took his to groping and kneading at her massive tits, a lecherous grin across his face as he stared up at her. "Oh, Marion, we can't stop now~ we've only just gotten started~"

He flashed her another grin before latching his lips around one of her dark areolas, teeth catching and teasing at the pert and puffy nipple. A sharp gasp left the courtesan and she threw her head back—only to gasp as a hand hooked under her jaw from behind, and tilted her gaze back to stare up at the man behind her. "You'll be enjoying this for a long, long time, Ruby~ so just get comfortable, and forget about trying to escape~"

With that, his lips dropped to hers—and try as she might to resist, the breath caught in Marion's chest, and she softly moaned as she melted into her captors' embraces.

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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 7C: After failing a wager she’d made in a bit of drunken fun, Yang finds herself at the mercy of the orc that she challenged and close to losing her whole self…

In hindsight, perhaps jumping into a drinking game that she only barely knew the rules to wasn’t the best of ideas—but, in Yang’s defense, she was already a bit tipsy when she’d decided to jump in, and it really hadn’t seemed that hard at first. Toss a silver into a mug at the end of the bar, and every time you miss you had to take a shot. Surely it wouldn’t be too difficult—and even if she missed a bunch, she bragged that she’d still drink him under the table.

Thirty minutes later, and a heavily inebriated blonde brawler finally dropped in defeat…and the still mostly sober orc flashed a tusky grin, scooping her up off the bar and carrying her to his room to cash in on her drunken bet.

“You said I could do anything I wanted to you if I won~” he chuckled over the groans of pleasure and lust that tumbled from Yang’s lips. He grinned down at her, his hands clenching and squeezing roughly at her doughy backside as he held her pinned to the bed, his hips bucking and rutting roughly into her as he drilled down into her. “Then I’m going to make you my personal whore, you dumb blonde bimbo~ get used to this being your nightly routine~”

Yang groaned at his words, but it was the only response she could really give. Too drunk to resist when he’d ripped off her clothes the second they’d stepped into the room, and now too aroused to deny it. Every thrust was remolding her in ways she could not recover from—her eyes rolled back as she bit at her lip, whining and groaning with wanton desire. “Ohhh fucking goddd~”

The orc chuckled and gripped her hair tight—coaxing a sudden gasp from her lips as he tugged her head back, and leaned over her pinned and prone form. “There’s no gods in this room, Blondie~ just me~ so if you’re gonna pray to anyone, pray to your new master that he’ll treat you like the good slut you are~”

And with a lustful chuckle, his lips dropped to hers in a breathtaking kiss—Yang moaning more desperately as she leaned back and kissed back harder, melting as she gave in to her new fate.

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Fucked Stupid 4D: Yoruichi learned a bit too late that the fire giant gatekeeper was much too perceptive for her to sneak past, and her charms only made things worse…

She had been hoping she could just sneak past them. While the sight of the towering fire giants standing watch outside the city gates had been a bit daunting, it wasn’t as if this was Yoruichi’s first time breaking into her old home town. Urahara had sent the tabaxi a few times before and she’d always been able to sneak her way in, and she’d do it again now! Besides, with how small she was compared to them, what were the odds they’d even notice her?

“Oh gods oh fuck oh gods oh fuck OH GODS-FUCK~!!”

As it turned out, the odds were good.

Yoruichi panted, her body wracked with the brutal consequences the gate guard was levying against her. The moment he’d caught her he’d pinned her to the wall—when she’d tried to wriggle free, he’d pressed harder, and when she tried to talk her way out, he’d only laughed. If she wanted to avoid being thrown in the Ashfell Prison, she would need to do a lot more than throw some fancy words around to get herself free.

Which was what led to her position here and now—her clothes ripped from her flexible feline form, leaving her dark skin totally bare as she gripped the arms of the massive chair the guard sat in, bracing against the cock jackhammering up into her that was as thick around and long as her thigh—maybe longer, she’d lost track. She’d lost track of a lot of things—the whole world blurring around her as she bounced over and over again, feeling the cock scrape at her insides and mould her to fit only him.

“There’s a good little kitty~” the fire giant bellowed, and Yoruichi gasped hard as she felt a hand wrap around her tail and yank back hard—she slammed down to the base, her whole body contorting as she climaxed again—how many times was that, now? “See~? Isn’t this so much better than going to that awful prison~? You just get to come home and be my new slutty house cat~ isn’t that nice~?”

The tabaxi couldn’t properly reply, but the bucking of her body as she squirted over and over again certainly made it look like she was nodding yes.

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Rough Sex 7B: Keyleth attempts to tame the elemental that spilled out of the rift in Pyrah, only to find herself helplessly at its mercy as it made the Tempest its toy…

Flames burst and erupted over the charred landscape that had once been the Ashari settlement of Pyrah. Fiery beasts roved out across the blasted mountainside, spreading the fires further, and tearing apart whatever remains were left of the helpless druids who had once been housed in the village’s ruins. In the center of it all, the rift to the Fire Plane stood tall and bright—a burning tear in reality towering over all the desolation.

It was a scene Keyleth could see very clearly, pinned as she was on her hands and knees at the mouth of the rift.

The last survivor of the Ashari druids who had come to reseal the rift, Keyleth couldn’t help but blame herself for their failings. If she’d been just a bit stronger, if she’d gotten to the settlement faster, then perhaps she would’ve been able to stop this. The rift would be closed, Pyrah would be intact, her father would still be alive—she croaked out a sob of pain and anguish, before gasping out a sharp moan as she felt fingers weave through her hair and jerk her head back.

“Enough of that, you stupid bitch~!” The efreet behind her snarled with a sneer down at her, and she let out a sharp gasp as she felt his hand clap hard against the plump bubble of her ass—a clap echoed as he drove his hips hard once more into her. “You lost~! Now, take the consequences like the good bitch you are, and start screaming for mercy, you stupid whore~!”

Keyleth tried to glare—she honestly did, but another yank to her hair coaxed another sudden moan from her lips. The Druid gasped, her hands dragging helplessly across the hard stone under her. She honestly didn’t know how long she could keep resisting. Her staff lay in splinters on the ground just out of her reach, the efreet’s hands were holding her with a power strong enough to crush her, and every thrust—every bucking smack that drove his studded cock deeper into her folds—

…it was all making her lose her mind, in the most wonderful ways possible…and she moaned again, head tilting back with a cry of pleasure.

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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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Fucked Stupid 5C: As part of the brainwashing she went through, Cassandra found herself being used almost nightly by Sylas to satiate his darker desires…

"Cassandra, my dear~"

Cassandra felt her breath catch in the back of her throat as she heard the deep purr of her lord behind her, and felt his large, rough hands reach around to wrap around her—one at her waist, the other cupping her chin and tilting her head back. Her heart began to race a bit as her gaze was tilted upwards, and she found herself staring into the hungry and wanton gaze of Sylas Briarwood over her.

"Y-Yes, m-my lord?" the last of the De Rolos asked, and her cheeks flushed as she saw a smirk spread across the older man's face. She felt the hand at her waist begin to wander, his firm grasp exploring her figure and feeling her up through her clothes.

"Your lord needs you, Cassandra~" the vampire lord murmured, his thumb brushing over her parted lips, and he grinned as he leaned in close—her breath caught again as she found herself leaning back into him. "And you will do whatever you need to satiate your lord~ won't you, my dear~?"

She offered only the faintest whimper in reply, and then moaned as she felt her lord's lips on hers. Desire overtook her like a whirlwind—in a matter of moments, she felt her clothes ripped from her figure, her body lifted off her own feet and swept into her lord's arms—her own hands reached out to hold him, clinging in desperation, as she felt her whole world suddenly swell with pleasure, her body arching and bouncing as she cried out in ecstasy.

This was not the first time her family's murderer had forced himself on her—he'd wasted little time, honestly, from the moment she'd been captured to making her his personal pet. She knew she should feel disgust, knowing that—she should try to resist, or fight—but after that first night of pleasure and passion, all fight had left her. Now, shameful as it was to admit it, she found herself looking forward to every night the lord of Whitestone forced himself on her.

And from the way he was pounding at her helpless folds so hungrily, she knew it would be a long, long time before he tired of his favorite pet.

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Rough Sex 1C: In order to keep the Laughing Hand docile and Yasha comfortably mind-broken, Obann sends her to be the twisted being’s personal stress toy…

Desperate and panting moans rang through the once-deserted ruin in a ceaseless cacophony. The cries—of pleasure, or for mercy—grew louder as they were joined by the tell-tale smack of flesh on flesh...and the even more unsettling sounds of gibbering and jeering laughter. It was as if a whole throng of men were sneering and cheering at the debasing scene playing out in the dark depths.

In the back of her mind, Yasha almost wished it had been just an ordinary gang of men forcing themselves on her—at least then, she would've had the strength to fight back. Instead, she was helpless against the brutal assault, helpless to do much more than press her hands against the craggy stone wall and arch away with every thrust—and even then, all that did was goad Ganix on to thrust more roughly, and laugh even more lewdly.

That laughter—it was enough to drive any sane man mad, to say nothing of the things it was doing to the helpless aasimar warrior he held pinned as she was. If the jibbering jeers weren't enough, then the feeling of the extra mouths on his hand as he held her by the scalp—the tongues and teeth dragging across her and teasing her as they toyed with her more and more...

Yasha wished she could fight back. She wished that she could break the Laughing Hand's hold on her—that she could whirl around with her blade in hand and cut the horrid monster down to size for how he was handling her. She wished she could scream, she could cry, she could beg for mercy, or death, a sweet release from this hell—but every time she got close, she felt the burning at the back of her neck, and her eyes rolled back as she climaxed around the twisted champion's shaft.

There was no escaping this. Even if she tried with all her might—even if that small mote of her true self cocooned within the dark spell fought to resist—the magic that she was beholden to was just too strong. The revulsion and hatred she felt was nothing to Obann’s enchantment—the most she could do was pause or linger, her whole body tensed as she tried to fight the compulsion, before she turned to obey.

This one, though…this might be the one to truly break her.