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Multiple Creampies from Her Twin Friends - MMF
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Folks - Below is chapter 6 for Ruvalthan's story. I've been updating the original post with all of the chapters and some (crummy) illustrations here (https://www.loverslab.com/topic/213850-ruvalthans-story-pending-proper-title/). I'm hoping you enjoy it. Eager for any comments or feedback. As this is a writing club, it's a great place to post your own stuff. If you're not sure how to start, drop a message to Coal Storm or myself and we're happy to give a few suggestions about how to bring your vision, be it pervy or not, to life. Take care. Chapter 6 The next week was an aching grind for Ruvalthan. He thought of Gennaethan all of the time. He wanted to see her. This was really the only time he had ever regretted not knowing how to write. If he could not see her, he wanted to at least write her a letter or, better yet, read one from her. He wanted to see her and that gorgeous smile. Smell her… feel her. She was a poor girl Working hard to help her sick brother. She reminded Ruvalthan of his past situation that seemed so long ago. Working hard and sacrificing for family. Such thoughts were interrupted by a bright light as he was knocking in the head. He fell heavily to the mud in the training pit. His helmet still rung as he shook his head, trying to remember what had just happened. “Head in the clouds much, Ruval?” jeered someone from the sidelines. “More like head up a skirt,” said someone else. Several others laughed raucously. “Next,” called Sergeant Averthan, then added, “Baradir. Fix these two.” “What?” called Herthan. Ruvalthan remembered. He was sparring against Herthan. “Again, kid? You’ve got something to say?” Sergeant Averthan challenged. “No, sir,” Herthan lowered his eyes. “Yea, you won, but you shouldn’t’ve won. You opponent was tasting pussy on his tongue from a week ago. You got a shot in. Your real enemy won’t make that mistake,” he scolded. “Boss, I got this one,” Baradir said. “Shut it, Baradir. Ruval, get out of the fucking ring, already. Herk, you don’t mouth off to me again. You got a question, ask the unlucky fucker that I tell to fix you,” Averthan called. “Yes, sir. I understand, sir,” Herthan said. “I don’t think you fucking do. You’re going to learn some better respect. You’re going to be helping the kitchen staff clean the barracks tomorrow. No, the kitchen staff is in charge of you tomorrow, dumbass. Got it? You mouth off to them, then the head cook is going to beat you like a new girl. Got it?” Averthan finished. “Yes, sir,” Herthan grated through his teeth. The two of them made their way out of the ring. Herthan shooting baleful looks at Ruvalthan. “Come here, dummies,” Baradir said, “come around the other side of the barracks and let’s talk about how dumb you are.” The three of them trained until dinner time. As they were about to head in Baradir said, “Herthan. Need you help on something tomorrow.” “Sure,” he said dejectedly. Baradir bonked him on the back of the helmet, “I mean it. Don’t make me come find you, dummy.” The next morning, Ruvalthan woke early, ate a large breakfast and made off. Herthan was stuck mopping the floor in the barracks. He produced a baleful glare to everyone that thanked him in a sarcastic tone, called him ‘cutie,’ or asked where his apron was. With the mopping done, pots needed scrubbing, a turkey needed to be plucked for dinner, knives needed sharpening. There was no end to the tasks. Fucking Ruval, he thought bitterly. “Right. You’re done, then,” said Siradir, head of the kitchen. “Thanks,” he said, putting the last of the knives back. “Thanks to you, cutie,” she said. The other women in the kitchen laughed. It was a friendly laugh, but Herthan hated it. Try laughing with my dick in your mouth, bitch, he thought. He left the barracks and the garrison. Fucking Ruval. Where is that dumbass… He wandered about and then remembered him going on about a place that does pies. He asked around with passersby and a few stall merchants. An hour later, he found a tavern with three pies on the sign. He peered through the window, but did not see Ruvalthan inside. Fuck. I was sure it would be this place. Herthan turned to leave. Maybe I can make it to the slut house for one of those tasties, he thought. He was just walking away when he heard something muffled. Like someone trying not to yell. Backing up he peered around the corner of the tavern, down an alley. There you are, Herthan thought smugly. Ruvalthan had his back against the wall of the tavern. Some girl was bobbing her head on his dick. “Ah!” Ruvalthan moaned. He sounded like he was trying to be quiet and doing a bad job at it. “Sh!” the girl took his dick out of her mouth to shush him, licked him, and plunged it back in. “Mf!” Ruvalthan put his forearms and sleeve across his mouth to stifle his sounds and screwed his eyes tightly shut. The girl slurped and Ruvalthan’s body convulsed. She’s pretty good at this, Herthan observed. She slurped, holding her hand to her mouth. Ruvalthan heaved deep breaths of relief while she winced as she swallowed his load. “You should at least look at a girl when she’s giving you such a good time, now. You’re still a noisy boy. Go on now. My brother’s getting better and I can’t thank you enough for all the help,” she said. “I love you, Gennae,” Ruvalthan said in a lusty, but drained tone. “Oh, go on, now. You’ve got to get back and you’re out of coin,” Gennae said. “See you next week, my love,” Ruvalthan said as he made for the alley exit. Herthan darted back around the corner and hid. Ruvalthan dumbly walked out and made a wide, meandering turn away from the tavern, generally towards the garrison. Herthan waited until Ruvalthan got lost in the crowd before he moved. He turned and went back to the window at the tavern. There’s the slut, he thought as he spied Gennae. He watched her. Oh. She is a slut. I mean, a whore, he observed her working other patrons at the tavern. She’s a whore and poor, dumb Ruval doesn’t know it, his mouth curved into a grin. A hand gripped Herthan’s shoulder angrily. Oh, shit, Herthan dreaded to turn around. “You fucking dumbass,” it was Baradir’s voice. The tension in Herthan’s shoulder melted in relief. “Yea?” Herthan turned around irritably. “I bail you out and try to press some knowledge into that stupid head of yours and then you run off when I say I need help with something. How ‘bout fuck you and come help me now,” Baradir scolded. “Ah, fine,” Herthan conceded. “What’s the thing. And what’s in it for me?” “The cheek to say that,” Baradir said incredulously as he hauled Herthan off, “if you got to know, then more barrenwort.” “For how much you sell it for?” Herthan said skeptically. “No. Free,” Baradir said. “Free?” Herthan asked. “Yea, if you help like I asked you to, shithead,” Baradir said, finding his way through the crowd. “Don’t ask now. We’ll talk later,” Baradir said. “What?” Herthan called, trying to hear Baradir over the sound of the crowd as they made their way into and through the market. “I said, we’ll talk later,” Baradir called back. They left the market and wound their way around the streets and alleys. A lone figure waited for them in the afternoon’s glare. Nandir. “What’re you doing here?” Herthan asked. “He’s waiting for you, shithead,” Baradir scolded again. “we could’ve been done with this by now if you’d’ve come and found me like I asked. Instead, I had to go around and follow the trail of all the people you asked until I figured out you were looking for the Three Pies.” “So that’s the name of the place,” Herthan muttered to himself as Nandir fell in beside him and they followed Baradir. “Yea, that’s the name of it. What were you doin’ just looking in the window? To broke to buy a fucking pie?” “What’re you so angry about?” Herthan asked dismissively. “I’m angry about you wasting my time, shithead. Now come on,” Baradir said. They walked on in silence as Baradir led them further through the labyrinth of alleyways until coming to a door of a four-floor stone building. Baradir knocked on the door in an odd pattern with his knuckles. It was almost like a small piece of music. Herthan heard a latch toggle and Baradir pushed the door open. “Come on,” he said and ushered Herthan and Nandir inside. Herthan looked around inside, but he did not see whoever had unlatched the door. Instead, he saw what looked like the backroom of a shop with a stone floor, bombarding him with strange smells, and stairs upward. Baradir beckoned them to follow him upstairs. They went up to the second floor, where the floor was wood, and curled around to climb to the third and fourth floor. Entering into a hall, Baradir walked to one of the doors in the hall, his boots clopping solidly on the sturdy timbers. He knocked on this door, again with an almost musical pattern, but a different one. Again, the door unlatched and he opened it. “What is this place?” Nandir asked. “Shut it and get inside,” Baradir held the door for them. They entered uncertainly and he followed them in, closing the door behind him. The room inside was poorly lit. Rather, there was a stark contrast. The middle of the room was well-lit from sunlight coming through a high window. The edges of the room were cast in dark shadow. “Is this them?” asked a woman’s voice. I like that voice, Herthan thought, wonder what she sounds like when I’m pounding her ass. I should see her first, though. He could see her dark silhouette rise from the shadows. She had been sitting and he could not see her before. Her foot falls were sharp from the hard soles of her shoes striking the floor. She passed through the curtain of darkness into the bathing sunlight. Her leg, passed through the curtain of light and darkness first, a blue leather knee high boot and a smooth leg that stretched on forever. I could suck the milk out of those tits, Herthan thought as he barely kept himself from drooling at the sight of her. The rest of her glorious legs were bare almost all of the way up to her crotch. She wore this half-shirt, half-short pants that wrapped around her neck and over her small, cute tits, hugged her waist and plump ass that screamed for a spanking. They ended in trousers, but the trouser cuffs ended high on her thigh. It was skin tight and left her shoulders and arms bare. There was not much left to the imagination. Her black hair was parted in the middle and tied into two tails that reached down to her ass. Her skin was white as milk and her eyes blue as innocence. Herthan wanted to fuck this woman and pull her hair. If he had looked at Nandir, he would have seen Nandir seized with lust, as well. “They good enough?” Baradir asked. The woman in the skin-tight clothes walked towards them, eyeing the two of them from head to toe. “They will do,” she said, “your payment is by the door. Do come again, next moon cycle,” she said to Baradir. Baradir turned and walked back towards the door. Nandir looked back at him. “Wait, you’re not staying? Baradir? Where’re you going? Who is this lady?” Nandir called. Baradir ignored him, picked up something by the door and left. “Baradir?” Nandir called. “You know, lady,” Herthan began, “you look real nice to my eyes and there’s two of us and one of you. How about we do this the easy way?” “Hm, yes, indeed,” she said in a bemused tone. She turned and walked away. That juicy ass of hers swayed, begging to be smacked. “So, you agree, then?” she said over her shoulder. “Yea,” Herthan said. He started forward, but stopped when she raised a hand. “And you, good man?” she said to Nandir. “Huh? What about Baradir?” Nandir said. “Aw, come on, Nan! We’re gonna fuck this girl and she’s gonna let us!” “Don’t worry about your friend. You’ll see him again, I’m sure. You’re going to get more than you bargained for, I wager. So… do you agree, good man? Nandir, was it?” she asked. “Uh, yea, I guess,” Nandir said. “Good,” she said, her mouth curving into an impossibly wide grin, he eyes beginning to glow red. Herthan felt weak in the knees, his heart pounded. His blood coursed through his veins so hard that he could hear it booming in his ears. He fell to his knees, “What’s going on…” he weakly cried. “You two good men agreed,” she smiled, “so for a little while, my little pretties. You. Belong. To. Me.” She grinned again. “Sorcery!” Nandir called feebly. “It can’t be. She’d be burned,” Herthan barely managed to press the words out. “Oh, sh,” she shushed them gently as she slipped in the last of the domination charm. Their minds were completely suppressed now and their stared wide-eyed and blankly. “Hm,” she snickered, “alright, you two, stand up and take off your clothes. Herthan and Nandir, unaware of their surroundings or anything at all, mechanically stood up and stripped off their clothes, piling them at their feet. While they were kicking off their clothes, she waived her hand, pulling a bed from the edge of the room with her magical grip. It glided across the floor and came to a rest in the middle of the room, bathed in light. She held up an empty glass jar in her hand, which she placed on the floor between them and stepped back. She sighed deeply and began to move her hands in bizarre motions. “Be born and take life, my simulacrum,” she said. She continued with the intricate hand gestures, uttering words in unintelligible tongues, her voice echoing in the space where the men’s voices had not. The glass glowed briefly and then began to distort. Suddenly seeming to be more of a bubble, than hard glass, the bubble expanded and contorted, smaller bubble walls snapping into place with geometric patterns and expanding in different directions. As the bubble crew, the different bubble walls matured into separate linked bubbles. Three, four, five, six different bubbles linked together and grew, some growing secondary and tertiary bubbles. The writing, weightless mass began to show more order. Where, there were five linked bubbles, now there was a pelvis, two thighs, and two shins. Where there were four bubbles before, now there was a torso with a shoulder, an upper arm, a forearm, and a wrist that was growing more bubbles for the knuckles and fingers. Within moments the glass jar at transformed into a shining, glass-surfaced woman in the nude, standing just short of the witch. Splintering, razor-sharp filaments sprouted from the head of the creation as the face molded to push out the form of a nose while pulling in volume for the eyes and mouth. The filaments gathered into two bunches, perfectly split down the middle and crunching ever so slightly. Her lean shoulders and waist framed cute tits that shined like glass in the sunlight until color began to fade on. Gradually over a few breaths, the whole volume filled in with colors. The skin turned white as milk. The eyes blue as berries. The hair black as night. A creation, a perfect replica of the witch, stood between the two men, facing the witch. The witch approached the creation. “Your senses to mine. My thoughts to yours. Fulfill your purpose,” she said, tracing a symbol upon the creation’s belly. The witch’s hand ran up her stomach, her sternum, her neck, the cup her chin. “Perfection,” the both said in unison. “Get on the bed,” the witch told the simulacrum. The simulacrum eagerly jumped on the bed and knelt obediently. “Very good,” the witch said as she waived her hand to pull over a fainting couch from the shadows with her unseen, ethereal grip. Easily reclining on it, she crossed her legs and motioned to the two ensorcelled men, “now, my pretties, let’s get them up.” She waived her hand again. The two entranced men flinched and made strangled grunts as their dicks were forced erect and harder than they had ever been. They grunted and heaved in pain that their bodies felt, but their dormant minds were numb to. “Come now, my pretty, get on the bed,” the witch said pointing at Herthan as she picked up a small pouch in her other hand from its resting spot on the fainting couch. Herthan mechanically walked over to the bed and laid down on it behind the simulacrum. The witch strode over to Herthan and stuffed a clump of barrenwort into his mouth. The witch and the simulacrum shared a mischievous before she walked over to Nandir and stuffed another lump of barrenwort in his mouth. “Chew up,” she said to the men. They mindlessly gnashed their teeth, pulverizing the treated herbs and swallowed them, “you’ll need them soon.” The witch’s thoughts guided the simulacrum as the replica woman turned and mounted Herthan. The witch waived her fingers, forming patterns that briefly glowed in the air and making trails towards the simulacrum. “Mmm,” the witch and the simulacrum suppressed a moan in unison as mucusy lubrication flourished and dripped from the replica pussy and asshole. The simulacrum grabbed Herthan’s hard-as-iron dick. The witch, sharing the sensation rubbed her fingers on her palm. The simulacrum guided Herthan’s dick into her dripping wet pussy and sat all of the way down, taking it all of the way in. “Ah,” the witch and the simulacrum gasped together. The witch pinched her legs and pressed on her pelvis with her other hand. “You there,” the witch pointed at Nandir, “get on the bed and fuck her in the ass.” Nandir’s vacant expression did not change as he knelt on the bed behind the simulacrum, his knees and shins awkwardly weaving between the simulacrum’s and Herthan’s. The simulacrum raised her hips slightly off of Herthan’s to give space and angle for Nandir’s dick to enter her. She reached back and guided Nandir’s iron rod in. His tip kissed her asshole as the wet lubrication met the precum seeped out of Nandir’s dick. “Put it in,” commanded the witch. Nandir thrusted his pelvis and he decisively entered the simulacrum. “Ah,” they both gasped again. The witch pressed harder on her pelvis as she squeezed her legs harder. Trembling, the simulacrum pushed off Herthan’s shoulders, hard from hours, days, and months or training, and rode the two dicks penetrating her two holes. “Fuck!” the witch rolled on the couch, fingering her own sopping wet pussy as she wove another charm with her other hand. Thin lines of purple light poured over the air like a thin stream in the forest, coursing for the simulacrum’s hips. The lines of light hit her and curled down her crotch into her pussy or over her hip and into her asshole. The two holes tightened hard and the two men made strained grunts as their dicks, which were harder than they had ever been, were clamped similarly harder. Still trembling, the simulacrum raised and lowered her hips, grinding the two dicks. The two men thrusted their hips, acting on unconscious instinct. They did not last long in the simulacrum’s vise grip and they pumped cum into its two holes. The simulacrum heaved and panted from exertion and pleasure and raised its head to look at the witch. The witch, wearing the same face of having just orgasmed, licked her lips before getting up from the couch. The witch as the simulacrum shared another smile, “almost done,” they said in unison. “Just a few more steps,” the witch said as she strolled to the side of the two men who were still blankly staring ahead. The witch spanked the simulacrum’s round ass appraisingly, admiring her own work of herself, before weaving another charm. “Careful not to waste a drop,” she said as the simulacrum’s two holes secreted more mucus-like fluid and formed a seal around the two cocks. The replica rose off of the two dicks, her holes getting smaller as the two dicks pulled out, leaving them completely dry, and closed completely, smoothing over, trapping the cum inside of the simulacrum. The simulacrum knelt on the floor by the bed as the witch wordlessly bade. Deciding her clothes where in the way, the witch peeled her top down over her belly and pulled the one-piece shirt and short trouser down and kicked it off with her boots. “Stand up, my pretties,” the witch said in a low, breathy voice. The two men got up and stood stiffly by the bed. The simulacrum reached around the two men, gripping each of their ass cheeks and pulling them close to her, the witch put her hands to her face as she felt, through her connection to the simulacrum, the two dicks press into its cheeks. “Ah, what bliss,” the witch mumbled with a smile as she walked around for a better view. The witch used her unseen grip of force to move the rumpled bed around to sit on. The simulacrum made eye contact with the witch as the simulacrum held the two dicks and dabbed them on her eagerly outstretched tongue. The witch stroked her pussy and fingered her lip as she willed the simulacrum to plunge her head down onto Nandir’s dick. Feeling the shared sensation of a bulging penis pressed against the inside of her mouth and throat, feeling the stretch on the corners of her lips, the veins of it scraping the roof of her mouth as the head pressed past the uvula. All of the while, the simulacrum was stroking Herthan’s trembling cock. If the witch had done it herself, should would be unable to breath with the size of the dick blocking the air. It would have hurt. But this way… this way was all of the pleasure and none of the pain. At least, none of the pain for her. The men sweated with pain and exertion, blood coursing in their veins to keep their dicks so hard against the uncaring steel rings of the simulacrum’s mouth and hand grip. It stroked Herthan as its head bobbed vigorously on Nandir’s cock, the mouth secreting more of the mucusy lubricant. Nandir, made a stifled cry as he was reached climax. The simulacrum pinched his cock at the base, trapping the cum in the tubes as she ate Herthan’s dick and beat his pelvis with her forehead as the simulacrum drove its mouth down his dick and pounded his hips. Seconds later, Herthan was unconcsciously convulsing with the approach of climax. The simulacrum pulled them closer by the dicks and widened its mouth unnaturally to accept them both, elongating its tongue to wrap around both of them sinuously and squeeze them. Cum trickled, the poured and spurted into the simulacrum’s mouth, pooling around the base of its tongue as the witch worked her pussy with both hands, long fingers from one hand reached deep inside while the other stroked the outside. The simulacrum quivered at the shared sensation as it held the cum in its mouth. The witch heaved a deep, contented sigh. Getting up, she waived away the two men. Unsteadily, they backed away. The witch couched down, sitting on her ankles, examining the work. The simulacrum displayed the puddle of cum resting in its mouth. “Oop, can’t let that go to waste,” the witch said, spotting a few drops that had seeped out and dabbed on the simulacrum’s tits. Sliding her finger over the simulacrum’s tit, the witch gathered the spilled cum and then wiping it on the inside of its lip. “Now, let’s see,” the witch said stirring her finger inside the replica’s mouth, she mixed the cum and pulled her finger carefully out, letting the thin thread of cum stretch and break near the mouth for minimum waste. Tasting the thin coat of semen from her finger, rolling it around on her tongue, “it’ll do,” she decided. She placed a finger on the simulacrum’s chin and closed its mouth. “Your task is complete. Revert,” the witch commanded, closing the enchantment. The simulacrum’s form wobbled and distorted. The color drained and the details melted into the volume as it warped and shrunk. Within a few breaths, where the simulacrum had proudly knelt, stood a glass jar, nearly half full with freshly harvest semen. Smiling, the witch waived her hand, commanding her unseen force. The glass jar of cum lifted in the air and silently floated away to be stored on a shelf hidden in the darkness. “Now, what to do with you, two,” the witch said, pondering the two entranced men. “Hm.” She reclined again on the fainting couch. Laying on her side, she lifted one leg and held it up with her hand. “Come here,” she commanded the men. She guided them in. Soon, her leg was propped up with her foot resting on Nandir’s back. One of her hands was clutching Herthan’s head in to tongue her asshole while Nandir licked and fingered her pussy and she squeezed one of her tits with her other hand. She breathed hard with energy as her fluids dripped on them. “Hm,” she purred, “this sure is fun. Too bad I’m the only one that’ll remember anything.” Hours later, Herthan woke with a start. It was dark. “Huh? Nan! Wake up,” Herthan nudged Nandir hard. They were lying on the ground in an alleyway that reeked of trash and urine. “Huh? What? What happened? Where-?” Nandir began. “Shut it. We’re late! It’s dark. Get dressed,” Herthan hissed. “Why? Why am I naked?” Nandir was perplexed as he picked up his clothes from the ground. Herthan winced with sudden pain as he moved. His head throbbed badly, but his dick ached with throbbing soreness. He twisted to catch the lantern light from the nearby street. His dick was bruised black and purple. Eyes wide with horror, “oh no,” he whispered. “Worry about it later,” Nandir hustled Herthan, “Averthan’s going to skin us alive if we’re any later.” They dressed hastily. “What happened? I can’t remember anything. Where’ve we been?” “I… don’t remember, either,” Herthan said. “Last thing I remember was looking for…” Ruvalthan. Fucking Ruvalthan. At that Three Pies place.
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This is one of my entries of NSFW interracial sex encounters from my blog. My blonde sim Ane Beiroa ,from Brazil is on a sex casting interview with two BBC producers.
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Go Llamas - Chapter 3 It's game day! And Malcolm Landgraab and Wolfgang Munch intend to fulfil their promise to their slut, Bella Goth, of sneaking her into the team's locker room and letting the team have their way with her. Image Dump
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My first attempt at creating a comic. Go Llamas! Newcrest Highschool's star players, Malcolm Landgraab & Wolfgang Munch, have seen their grades declining. And this needs to be resolved or they won't be able to continue on their sports team. Alexander Goth has spent weeks tutoring the pair but doesn't seem to be making any progress. Professor Fen believes Alex should keep trying. After all, the school needs him to. - Inspired by SeymourM's great comic series. *EDIT - re-uploaded the comic to reflect some minor changes.
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After the Great Glitchstorm of August 2069 baleeted everything, the Fetid Dollmaker decided to recreate his pathetic stimulation from scratch. His first experiment: four adorable flax-haired dolls whose only thoughts consisted of each other. Don't worry, the FD provided everything they need, so you can join in anytime - if they agree. The dolls' names are G1 (the burly male), F1 (the skinny male), W1 (the blue-haired female), and K1 (the blonde female).
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Go Llamas! - Chapter 7 The Landgraab's own a yacht! (Because of course they do). And Bella Goth and Clara Bjergsen have been invited onboard to party with Malcolm Landgraab and Wolfgang Munch.
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Go Llamas! - Chapter 6 (Revisited): Sick Day Bella Goth has been sneaking around with Malcolm and Wolfgang for weeks now, and her family remain oblivious to it all. And today the boys have arranged to meet with Bella in her home.
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Go Llamas! - Chapter 5 (Revisited): Firsts Bella Goth is at the mercy of Malcolm Landgraab and Wolfgang Munch as they continue to explore just how far she is willing to go.
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Go Llamas! - CH26: Are You Watching? The boys are determined to put on a show. And show Bella Goth exactly what she's been missing.
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"The Hunter Becomes the Hunted" Aria Bal belongs to Agent Tex. (http://www.loverslab.com/blog/293-the-child-of-darkness/) Part 1: http://www.loverslab.com/blog/407/entry-3179-the-hunt-begins-16/ Part 2: http://www.loverslab.com/blog/407/entry-3180-the-hunt-begins-26/ Part 3: http://www.loverslab.com/blog/407/entry-3181-the-hunt-begins-36/ Part 4: http://www.loverslab.com/blog/407/entry-3218-the-hunt-begins-46/ Part 6: http://www.loverslab.com/blog/407/entry-3234-the-hunt-begins-66/
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For some odd reason, all but 1 mmf animation refuses to play, even though they are enabled in sexlab and they have been registered through SLAL. Everything shows fine in the MCM menus, but when I attempt to use them, it's like they can't be found. Now I've heard about animation caps and all that, so I've uninstalled a few animation packs as well as disabled all the animations I didn't want or wouldn't use much anyway. I ended up with only 1 page of animations in the sexlab toggle animations tab. So this happens when I start a threesome, ive used mass matchmaker and follow me for sex to try to do these: Here is all the animations I have for mmf that are in game and activated and remember I only have 1 page of animations, so I know im not using too many... I have tried reinstalling the animations, reinstalling FNIS, cleaned the animation registry, suppressed all disabled animations etc etc... I really hope someone can help. I've been driving myself crazy over this for a day now. FNIS sees all the animations, the MCM sees them, I just don't know why they are not being played even after I disabled a bunch of animations. I used to have 2 full pages, so yea, I got rid of a pages worth of animations trying to get the game to accept them. Edit: Wow, so I kept messing with things in MCM, nothing was working, then my follower comes up to me and asks if i have the key for his belt. Like......wait what?! He put on a chastity belt and I don't remember that happening. I took it off him and bam....all the animations are there. Still sort of odd it would even let me do 1 at all with him, and in one of the pictures hes not wearing a belt. Welp, if anyone else has an issue like this, check your followers. I can't believe it was that simple. LOL
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I've seen people making master lists of all the WW animations and I was curious if anyone already has/would be willing to make one that lists all the MMF animations by name/category/creator/location. My favorites are the cuckolding/wife sharing animations also if anyone knows which creators do those. I have what I believe to be all the free animations available but if there's paid for one's along the lines I'm interested. Mostly looking to get a list so I can reduce my WW files to just those creators. Thank you very much if anyone is to assist me