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[Sultry Sabria]

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Hello! I'm Sabria! Whew...well I'm going to be coming out of my shy bubble and share with you some of my creations. At first, I was going to reserve these to myself and a few online friends but after a little bit of encouragement, here I am about to expose my work to all you people. One of my biggest kinks is Monster Erotica. What kind of Monster you might ask? Honestly, I don't think I have a filter when it comes to what type of monster. I am very imaginative and I do not have any boundaries when it comes to type, shape or condition of the monster. Anything from fantasy to the occult, I'm down for. I've written short stories for quite a few years and while I wouldn't consider myself anywhere near Tolkien or even J.K. Rowling, I do enjoy it. I love to get in the minds of the women being ravaged by demons, mutations, abominations, beastly creatures and even undead (I try not to go too hard with necrophilia).

So with that, I will start things off with something simple. I'll try and get more posts going in the next day or two. Enjoy.

Edited August 14 by Sultry Sabria
correcting misspells

[Sultry Sabria]

⭐PICTURE SET!!!!⭐

This story was based off of a Dungeons and Dragons character that was played by my good friend, who had given me her blessing to use. While this type of interaction never occurred in our sessions, the personality and backstory of Faloria is spot on. I loved roleplaying with her character during our group sessions. She is an amazing mix of kindness, love, generosity, selflessness, bravery and all while having a playful and seductive side of her.

The Dragonborn character is of my own imagination and if you've played Skyrim, will recognize it as an Argonian. The challenge of Sims 4 is that not everything will be lore accurate if you decide to play in a specific universe. Fortunately, Argonians bear such a close resemblance to an actual Dragonborn in the world of Dungeons and Dragons that is was an easy decision on what mods to use. My only regret in this set is that I didn't bulk him up enough to give a more stronger and intimidating figure and so to make up for that, I decided to make him a Rogue in the story. Less strong and more dexterous.

I loved the room I chose for this scene. I wanted the ambiance to display a soothing and intimate scene, one of trust and desire. I think the final image speaks louder than words on how much I enjoyed working on this set. It's a beautiful scene.

"Intimate Cleansing"
By Sultry Sabria
 

Spoiler

The head of the Ogre slammed heavily on the wooden desk as Faloria and Skorvak presented their proof of a contract completed. The Dwarf sitting at the desk yelped in surprise and nearly fell out of her seat. She stared at the lifeless eyes of the Ogre before her in disgust and relief. Both the Cleric and Rogue were covered in dirt and blood splatter from the gruesome battle that ensued.

 

"By Kord's rage, get that off of my desk!" The female Dwarf yelled loudly as she attempted to kick the head off with her short legs.

 

Faloria smirked playfully before grabbing what little hair the Ogre had left and pulled it off the desk. "As you wish." The Elf Cleric purred as she tossed the head into a nearby open barrel filled with dirt. "Shall we discuss our payment?" She gave Skorvak a sly wink before turning her attention back to the Dwarf, enjoying the thrill of the hunt and the feeling of satisfaction that only a completed assignment could bring her. It was almost like a drug, and she was becoming increasingly addicted to it.

 

The Dwarf scowled at the Elf before taking a deep breath and regaining her composure. "Aye, payment." She winced at the grody blood puddle on her desk before reaching beneath her and pulling out a sack of gold coins tied with a red ribbon. "I already counted it, thrice. It's all there." She tossed the bag towards the two, not caring who caught it. Skorvak's swift hands managed to snatch it midair. "Two Hundred and fifty gold pieces for the Ogre. Ya've gone done a great service to our town. He was a trouble-maker, that one was."

 

"Any more line of work you have?" Faloria inquired, her voice oozing with seductive tones.

 

The female Dwarf looked flattered but disinterested. Likely already married or she didn't swing that way.

 

"Sorry missy," She stood up from her chair. "All cleaned out at the moment." She paused as she looked at the two. "Speakin' of which, the two of ya could use a cleanin' yourselves. I can smell his filth off of ya."Before either of them could say anything, the Dwarf reached into her pocket and pulled out a platinum. "Here," She flipped the coin towards Faloria who clumsily caught it after some fumbling. "Get yourself to the bathhouse. My treat." She began to shoo them both out. "Now get outta here before I get my piss bucket and hose ya off with it!" The feisty Dwarf exclaimed as she waved them away, eager to see them leave her office.
 

Faloria smiled warmly at the Dwarf and gave a slight bow in respect before making her way to the exit. Skorvak followed behind, still clutching the bag of gold. Once outside, the door slammed behind them, causing them to stand there slightly dumbfounded.

 

"What a charming woman." Skorvak muttered as he swiftly hid the coin pouch into his robes.

 

The Elf Cleric nodded before making her way towards the direction where she thought the Bathhouse would be located, with the Dragonborn following close behind.

"Shall we return to the Tavern and divide our pay?" Skorvak grunted, rubbing his aching muscles as he adjusted his backpack upon his shoulders.

 

"Indeed, we shall." Faloria agreed, her tone as sweet as ever. "After we take a dip at the bathhouse."

 

"Really, you're going to let her dictate your hygiene? You Elves are so dainty and delicate." The dragonkin growled in mild annoyance. " I don't see what the fuss is about bathing every damn day."

She directed her gaze at him in a defensive stare. "Hey, I don't bathe every day!" She could see an amused grin coming from the blue Dragonborn's maw. "Besides, we should treat ourselves should we not?"

 

"I prefer an ale."

 

She rolled her eyes at him but couldn't help but chuckle. She stepped towards him and grabbed him by his thick scaley arms as she began to tug and pull. Skorvak protested at first.

"Come now, you don't know what you would be missing out on."

 

She smirked as she pulled him with all her might. Despite wearing scale armor and chainmail, her intense training as a combatant and her ability to wield a heavy two handed sword, her strength was no match for the Dragonborn who was naturally stronger than her. She didn't even move an inch. Instead, he looked down at her with an amused grin before stepping forward, taking the lead and walking towards the direction of the bathhouse.

 

"Fine, but I won't enjoy it." Skorvak grumbled.

 

The Elf smirked deviously, raising a brow as she looked at his backside suggestively. "Pretty sure you will, friend."

 

******
 

"Can I help you?"

 

Faloria and Skorvak approached the Male Halfling at the front desk who grimaced at them for a moment at their bloody appearance before recomposing himself. The interior was warm and inviting, filled with the soothing sounds of dripping water and hushed whispers of other patrons. A soft scent of Oak leaves and Jasmine filled the air, making the already attractive environment even more appealing to Faloria's sense of smell. 

 

"Yes, pardon our appearance." The female Elf shared a glance with the Dragonborn Rogue, stifling a laugh as she noticed his grumbling expression. "As you can see, we are in desperate need of a clean up."

 

The Halfling, raised his bushy eyebrows as he examined the horrific splatter of Ogre blood upon them. "Oh, I can definitely tell." He grabbed a quill and dipped it in ink. "May I get your names please?"

"Yes, Faloria Lelethar and this is Skorvak." She replied happily. The rogue seemed to be in a stage of surrender and tolerance towards her extravagant way of seeing things.

 

The Halfling sketched their names in a ledger, his eyes focused and intense. If Faloria were to guess, the sight of blood made him queasy. "And what shall you require? The public bathhouse or private quarters?"

 

Faloria could feel the Dragonborn tense up at the question and immediately, she knew what to choose. "Private quarters please." She could feel her companion's eyes lock onto her in bewilderment and curiosity. Oh, she did enjoy making her traveling companions uncomfortable sometimes It just made things all the more sweeter to see their barriers slowly crumble. "We have business to discuss and would prefer we do not be disturbed for some time."

 

The Halfling gave her an inquisitive look but continued to jot down her information in the ledger. "Noted. For an additional 2 gold, we can have your armor cleaned and polished as well as your linens." He added, giving the unusual duo an assessing glance.

 

"That sounds lovely." She turned to Skorvak who appeared slightly uncomfortable. "That should give us all the time we need to clean up and talk business."

The reptilian rogue  nodded reluctantly, still looking puzzled by Faloria's request for privacy. But she had her reasons, and she was determined to make this encounter memorable, not just for Skorvak, but also for herself. To say that she had hoped for an opportunity like this was an understatement. She developed a bit of a crush on him ever since they met in Baldur's Gate. In this line of work, comrades and adventurers come and go and while the Elf had fooled around with many of them...she never had been intimate with a Dragonborn. Curiosity aside , she saw something in him that stirred her heart and body in ways that only a cleric of Sharess could understand. She wanted to experience the connection, the carnal need that could ignite between two of them under the moonlit sky. It was a temptation too tantalizing to resist.

 

"That will be six gold and twenty silver pieces."

 

Faloria, without thinking, flipped the platinum piece to the Halfling who looked surprised after he caught it in his hand.

 

"We wish to remain private for one hour." Faloria smiled at the Halfling. "Afterwards, please bring us some of your most expensive wine. Anything that is left, you may keep the change."

 

The Halfling nodded in firm understanding as he pocketed the gleaming platinum. He clapped his hand together and emerging from the pure white drapes that hung over the hall archways were two beautiful women, dressed in silk white dresses and golden sashes, both with red roses in their hair.

 

"Please take our esteemed guests to one of our finest private quarters." The Halfling instructed the two women with a smile.

The two women gave a slight nod before turning and walking in the direction of they entered from. Faloria and Skorvak followed the attendants, their curiosity getting the better of them with each step forward. The Elf couldn't help but appreciate the ambiance of the bathhouse, taking in the earthy aroma and subtle elegance. She found herself becoming increasingly intrigued by what lay beyond, her mind filled with naughty thoughts and scandalous scenarios.

 

As they entered the private chamber assigned to them, Faloria was rather impressed at how spacious and luxurious it looked. The room was filled with candles and silk drapes, an oversized tub filled with steaming hot water was provided at the center, and delicious scents of exotic oils and perfumes filled the air. A small table was placed by the fireplace where a decanter of brandy and refreshments were laid out.

 

The Dragonborn turned awkwardly to address the two women that escorted them. "There seems to only be one-" He stopped the moment he realized they parted, leaving he and his female companion alone in the private room of stone and luxury. He reluctantly turned to face the Elf who had a sultry smirk upon her lips. "Do you take pleasure in my discomfort, Faloria?"

 

She shifted her stance, presenting herself as if she were innocent, not wanting to reveal too much. "At times." She admitted, chuckling softly. "But I do believe in taking pleasure in the little things in life, like a long soak in a hot bath. If that makes you uncomfortable, then what kind of mercenary are you?" She turned to face him fully. "Besides, it's not every day we get to indulge ourselves like this."Faloria watched his expression carefully, hoping to gauge his reaction to her forwardness.

 

"You expect to take turns taking a bath? Really?"

 

"Don't be so tense, friend." The Elf smiled as she brought her hand suggestively to her chest. "We can both fit in there." She teasingly glanced upon the bath but did a side glance to catch his reaction.

Skorvak looked at the tub, then at her, and then back at the tub again. As the realization finally struck him, he stared at Faloria in surprise and reluctance. "You are suggesting something beyond sharing a bath together, aren't you?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but it was filled with intrigue and curiosity.

 

She casually walked towards him, holding his gaze. "Yes, Skorvak," she said, her own voice soft and sensual. "And if you are not interested, I will surely understand." She paused for a moment, locking her eyes with his. "But I have wanted this for a long time, and it would be a shame if we let this opportunity pass us by, do you not agree? My goddess certainly feels to are worthy to partake in her servant's flesh."

 

The Dragonborn hesitated for a moment, trying to sort out his thoughts.

 

Faloria's proposition caught him off guard, but at the same time, he couldn't deny that the thought of being intimate with her was tempting. She could read it off of his reptilian features despite his hardened scales and tense facial structure. Somehow, Faloria always knew he had been drawn to the Elf Cleric, marveling at her beauty and strength, both inside and out. He knew of her devotion to her Goddess, the very Goddess who encouraged and worshiped coital bliss and unity. She was not bashful in her proselyting of her deity, even to those who blaspheme her holy name. But he had respected her and her faith. He never pushed or pressured her to do anything that discomforted her, even for his own gain and pleasure. It was rather gentlemanly of him, another trait the elf warrior admired out of him. Now, here she was, standing in front of him completely vulnerable and inviting him in, and she watched his eyes shift from consideration to longing. He wanted this.

 

"You need not worry, loyal servant of Sharess." His voice was steady and serious. "I want this just as badly as you do."

 

She smiled warmly at him as he eyes scanned his figure, imagining him without his leathers and linens. "I am pleased to hear that. Now, how about you show me what lies beneath your clothes?"

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Edited July 2 by Sultry Sabria

[Swiftstep]

Hey there,

 

Thanks for sharing and welcome to the lab.

 

Please use spoilers and / or open a blog.

[Sultry Sabria]

7 hours ago, Swiftstep said:

Hey there,

 

Thanks for sharing and welcome to the lab.

 

Please use spoilers and / or open a blog.

Thanks for the Tip

[IFaptoo]

I hope you can also share files on the skin I really wanted to play with monster sex I'm a big fan of modella but she doesn't share them, but I got 3 of her gorgeous girls they are all perfect. Your creation is awesome! It's really good.

 

 

[Sultry Sabria]

19 minutes ago, IFaptoo said:

I hope you can also share files on the skin I really wanted to play with monster sex I'm a big fan of modella but she doesn't share them, but I got 3 of her gorgeous girls they are all perfect. Your creation is awesome! It's really good.

 

 

I have so many mods, it's laughable. Directly picking out each specific one would take forever. However, I'll try and share what can. When it comes to monster designing, I usually fiddle around with skins and features to see what sticks. In this first story, I used Argonian Mod found here. I have actually spoken with Modella concerning her content. I won't speak on her behalf but will tell you from my personal interaction that when it comes to her monster mods, a lot of what she features are still a WIP. She may be generous and share them later on down the road when she touches up on the skins. 

[Sultry Sabria]

⭐PICTURE SET!!!⭐

With the University expansion, the opportunity to woohoo with Servo Bots reached Wicked Whims and I was more than overjoyed to see the work that was put into it. So of course, I had to come up with a lewd scene that would tickle that little fantasy of mine. This one was a unique compilation of ideas that I had. I just never thought they would be integrated into a world of robots. I hadn't quite fleshed everything out with the world building but I love the concept of a female mechanic aiding androids and robots who were becoming more self aware. Ryn Echo reminds me a bit of Kaylee from Firefly, smart, adorable and adventurous, someone who I aspire to be more like. I wanted to give her a Cyberpunk/Mass Effect look while maintaining a sense of Blue Collar spirit to her. Adding the cyber arm, tattoos and the eye piece are certainly some of the highlights of her features but damn, do I love that hairstyle!

The world itself is still a work in progress. I took inspiration from Star Wars, thinking about how people viewed and treated Droids after the Clone Wars. Other movies like I, Robot, Alita Battle Angel and Robots were other sources of inspiration. Here, the robots and androids are either laborers for the Elite population or cast offs who are discontinued in production. Some humans are more sympathetic to the mechanized individuals and chose to assist them in finding their purpose and their individuality. For now, I chose to keep things vague and simple as I figure out what takes place in this universe.

With that said, Please do enjoy!

"Hands on Services"
By Sultry Sabria
 

Spoiler

"I promise Mr. Gibson, your Mechs will be ready by tomorrow. There is no need to use such language with me."
 

"You said they would be ready by Friday!"
 

"That was before I discovered how damaged one of your A-Pax's motherboard's was. Can't rush these things, you know."
 

She turned her gaze towards the crimson bipedal construct who stood motionless and powered down in the Robotic Station she had installed near one of her work areas. The work that she performed on it was actually complete. Its Neuro-transmitter X and newly installed Pleasure Augmentation were in perfect working order. The Ejaculate tubing was now latched to the Fluid Dispenser and linked to the motor that hummed softly with anticipation. Ryn loved the work that she did, anything to help the cause for the Android and Robotic Coalition. Those pompous elites in Gateway City will soon learn that mistreating your Mechs can only bring you so far. These androids and robots...they were far more to her than mere servants and tools. Beneath all that hardware, wiring, metal and code was a soul. She saw it growing up when her father worked on these machines. They had personality, the ability to learn and feel. They just needed time.

"The last thing you would want is for one of them to short out on you while carrying something of value." She attempted to bring his temper to a minimum. "Rest assured, they will be up and ready by tomorrow."
 

"They better be." The disgruntled client threatened over the comm. Ryn was grateful the large man didn't have the spine to travel to the Underbog to get his fancy shoes dirty and yell at her face. "I have a banquet tomorrow and everything needs to be prepared for my guests but I can't have a banquet without my servants! You have till then, or I will see to it that you don't have that Rat's Nest you call a shop to operate! Do I make myself clear?"
 

"I said they will be done. You can count on that." She didn't bother giving him a chance to respond as she shut off the call. "Pompous old fuck."
 

She grinned as she turned to the Blue Mech who stood by, active and alert having undergone the same adjustments and upgrades. The A-Pax Servant Bot was considered the most elite and highest quality robot to ever have been produced. Their programming essentially made them personal servants and butlers, but typically sold to only the elite in Gateway City. Ryn couldn't deny the beauty and flawless design work upon these robots. The designer certainly showed in each intricate detail of how passionate he was in crafting these models. The screen that acted as its face lit up, displaying virtual eyes that formed into an expressive joyous stare.

"I must say, Ms. Echo," His virtual tone resonated to her ears like a beautiful techno-tic song, "your ability to excel in the synthesis of Human-Mech pleasure, rivals even the most advanced Neural-Interfaces."
 

Ryn acknowledged him with a blushing smile. "Thanks Oswald."
 

The Mech was Mr. Gibson's Butler, which sounded more insulting to her than it probably should have. She hated the idea of these Mechs working for a one percenter, but she had bills to pay. Besides, Mrs. Anita Gibson was rather sympathetic towards them, though she kept that political opinion to herself. Being paid under the table by her to undergo very...specific enhancements, it was one of the reasons she not only accepted the order, but also delayed it. It was she that requested these modifications and who was Ryn to deny a woman in experiencing pleasure where her husband could not provide? The idea of the elitist woman getting pounded by her servant mechs was more than enough for her to accept the task. She had hoped perhaps that Mrs. Gibson also supported Android and Robotic Coalition, or ARC, the rebellion group that advocated for the freedom of bots and Mechs from their servitude, which formed the core of her beliefs and motivation for her work. Still, she could not simply dismiss Mr. Gibson. She ran a business after all, and even if work was sparse here in the Underbog, the slums hidden beneath Gateway City, she still had to earn enough to keep the shop running. The last thing she wanted was to enrage the old businessman to the point where he would shape influence and rob her of potential customers. Still, let the old man quake a bit before his precious party.
 

"Glad you like it. How does it feel?"
 

The Mech cast his virtual eyes down at the base of his pelvic region, the Phallic attachment currently hanging limply and polished to gleam like a showroom automobile. "The pleasure enhancer functions are at 87% efficiency. I do suspect that the LIFE Core-"
 

"That isn't what I asked, Oswald." She chuckled as she began to prepare powering up Nigel, the other Mech currently shut down. "I asked you, how does it feel?" She asked again, emphasizing his feelings on the matter. It was an important question to ask to all mechs.

The machine was taken back a bit by the question. "Oh, umm, the sensation is quite titillating, Ms. Echo." He struggled to find the words, which didn't surprise her at all.
 

Ryn couldn't help but watch in amusement. She had configured this Mech and so many others in the past and it never got old seeing how taken aback they had become to knowing-feeling emotions and in this special case, sexual pleasure. This definitely wasn't her first rodeo, having undergone many clients who had specifically requested added functions and enhancements to perform sexually in a similar manner.
 

"It's not unusual to react this way, Oswald." She had long since become accustomed to them acting stiffly as if they were truly mechanical. But with each upgrade and enhancement, it got easier to see past their exterior and imagine the emotions and thoughts that bubbled beneath. She powered up the Robotic Station, the core activating with a loud spark before giving off a gentle hum of life.
 

"Pardon me for asking but, Mrs. Gibson was rather evasive when we inquired of her as to why we were getting these upgrades." Oswald said as he cast his gaze towards his fellow mech who was now being prepped from reactivation. "While it is true that Nigel's motherboard required maintenance, I suspect that there is a secretive purpose to these unique features. Perhaps you can enlighten us further?"
 

She considered for a moment before her lips formed into a sultry smile, her eyes poised on the activation switch to awaken Nigel with his new autonomic addition installed similarly as Oswald's. The idea wasn't new to her, as she had every intention when taking on this project to test out the hardware, just as she had done in the past with other robotic clients.
 

"It would be better to show you both." She paused. "But needless to say, Mrs. Gibson will be asking for special services that only you and Nigel can now provide where Mr. Gibson cannot. I'm sure she will explain further in great detail when you are returned."
 

She pressed the power button, the crimson mech suddenly jolting to life. The screen powered up, showing widened virtual eyes as Nigel was brought back from his powered down slumber. He turned his gaze towards Ryn, his gaze warm but strangely innocent as if just a child, unsure of the secrets that awaited to be discovered. She watched as the two mechanical comrades met each other's eyes.

"Welcome back Nigel." She greeted as she began to activate the other installed features of the Pleasure Augmentation, Nigel's cock now standing erect at attention and primed to action. The soft hum of its power core resonated beneath the surface, vibrating gently as if to echo the beating of a heart. The awakened mech's eyes displayed surprise as it stared down at the flexible and erected device attached to the base of his pelvis.

"Oh my." Nigel uttered in surprise. "It appears that I have been endowed with a Pleasure Augmentation System."
 

"Indeed you have," Ryn smirked. "You can thank your mistress for that." She reached for the lever, her fingers gripping the metal bar anxiously. "Let's see if it functions properly." She tugged on the lever and the cock sprung to life, swelling in size with an impressive girth as Nigel stared at it in a mixture of awe and curiosity. She lowered the lever as a means to calibrate it, watching the engorged attachment pulse and hang at a limp. She checked the computer screen, ensuring that the numbers and calculations aligned with the elitist woman's requests. So far, everything was green to go.
 

"Ah, I see." He finally found the words as he watched the attachment react to her controls. "And to what purpose does this serve?"
 

She gave him a lopsided smile. How naive, she thought. "It's to help you, you know, fulfill your mistress' desires." She shifted the lever and immediately the metallic erection limpened and then erected again as she shifted the lever back, pulsating with every pull and push. The calibration was now complete.
 

The Mech tilted its virtual head, a curious spark lighting in its electronic eyes. "Desire," It repeated, resonating the word as a questioning electronic echo.
 

"Yes, desire." Ryn let go of the lever, allowing the Mech to relax and stand still, its metal cock bobbing slightly as it took in the situation before it. She approached the bewildered crimson robot and reached with her hand to admire not only her work, but the craftsmanship of the hardware. Her hand gingerly touched the metallic erect appendage and was impressed in the part Mrs. Gibson chose for these two. She could imagine the woman had quite a taste for very thick cocks. The young human felt it was time to test out the new functionalities on a more intimate level.

"Well Nigel, I think I should teach you all about this new piece. Don't worry I will also show Oswald, so you two can 'interoperate' and provide maximum satisfaction to your mistress."
 

She glanced at the both of them, and then decided to begin this titillating instruction with Nigel; after all, he was her most recent creation and he was certainly active and ready to go.
 

"Come on and step out of that station." She smirked coyly at Oswald as she guided Nigel away from the workstation. "You two are really going to enjoy the secret service you will be providing to your Master's wife."

 

 

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Edited July 8 by Sultry Sabria

[TheRegularFapp]

Yes. More monsterfuckers please. I love it.

[Sultry Sabria]

⭐PICTURE SET!!!⭐

That was quick! Well, to be honest, I have a lot of these sets ready so for the next few weeks, I may post rather consistently before taking lengthy breaks. But we will see. This one was a fun but rather difficult one to establish. I took inspiration from one of my favorite book series called "Monster Hunter International" by Larry Correia as well as the Tabletop game known as "Delta Green". Jenaia (Jen-ay-a) Forsythe was inspired by the female love interest in the MHI Book series named Julia Shackleford. She's badass, beautiful, firm and intelligent. I didn't want to make an exact carbon copy of her, so I decided to make her half Asian, working in Japan in a branch off of the Monster Hunting business. Admittedly, I may make some slight changes to her in the future but for now, I am in love with her model. (Yeah, I know she kind of looks like the Sim of me, my Avatar and maybe that's why I love it so much)

Monsters exist in this world. Lovecraftian Horror is real. Fantasy creatures are historical. Anything you can think of, chances are they are of this world. MHI are paid bounties for fulfilling contracts or eliminating dangerous monsters and undead. The more powerful the creature, the more you get paid. The particular monster I used in this scene is from Dustyratt. It was in this set where I made my first decision ever to apply the cum effect myself, rather than relying on the cum mesh mod. While I appreciate the hard work that was put into that feature, sometimes it doesn't do well when taking screenshots. Timing is everything and sometimes, the timing was just always off.

I had a difficult time writing this story, but ultimately, I am rather pleased with it. I hope you all enjoy it.

"The Doppelganger"
By Sultry Sabria

Spoiler

This was supposed to be a simple contract yet every step seemed to steer further into danger. Something dreadful was it. She could sense it. There had been a total of six missing people, three men, two women and one child. With the abductions taking place along the borders of Scotland and Wales, the culprit could be anything from a Vampire to something more feral like a Cockatrice. There were many monsters that would benefit from abducting humans, all of which were not pleasant. Jenaia and her team had arrived just last week, establishing a make-shift command center at the motel they were staying at and beginning their investigation.

They questioned the local law enforcement, followed by the families of the victims. There was nothing to connect the victims. All of their disappearances seemed to be random , occurring on different days, at different times, and in various locations. Jenaia knew that when it came to monsters, even a slight similarity was significant. Yet, there was none to be found. At first, Donovan, their team lead, was about to call the mission off, figuring it was some nut job or sicko getting their kicks in capturing and murdering. Then, they found their first clue, just last night.

A young woman reported to the police just last night of an attempted kidnap. She described the kidnapper as a tall, thin and lanky man with a pale complexion. The victim couldn't describe much else in detail other than the obvious fact that the tall man was wearing a suit. MHI had reports going back to the early 1900s of suits known as "hunting attire" used as clothing covers for a wide range of supernatural monsters, disguising them amongst humans. However, it was never concluded what these creatures were, as they were described in reports to be fast and evasive. The internet sensation of the one known as Slenderman had numerous accounts and sightings in Northern America, though some of those reports turned out to be phony while others inconclusive. It technically could be anything from Skinwalkers, Chamtas aka: Riverside Monsters or even Babadooks which seemed to have reemerged after centuries of being dormant.

When they investigated where the attempted kidnapping took place, the team noticed the trajectories on the city map, marking new locations where the missing individuals lived, seemed to follow a pattern.  Not too far off to the east of the abductions was a densely wooded area with rocky terrain and usually covered in thick fog. A perfect residence for anything that went bump in the night. When they entered, there were seven of them while their eighth remained at the command center to focus on radio communication and tracking.

Jenaia wasn't the only one to have reported an opening along the steep hills and stone faces, but this one in particular smelt foul. Not quite of death and decay but something that still left her nerves unsettled. After she made her call in and stated her location, that is when she heard it. A voice crying out for help. A female voice. It must have been one of the victims. She readied her rifle, just in case something sinister leapt out to attack her.

"This is Forsythe, I just heard yelling coming from the cave entrance." She reported into the walkie. "Female, clearly in distress. Permission to enter?"

Almost immediately her team lead responded. "Negative. We don't know what we are dealing with yet. Stand your ground and make sure that nothing enters or leaves that cave entrance."

"Copy that." She responded.

She brought the butt end of the rifle tightly against her shoulder and took aim, waiting for any movement at the entrance. Nothing emerged from the cave opening, but the desperate cries for help grew louder and filled with terror. It made her heart sink and her skin crawl.  Any normal person would immediately run in there and try to find whoever it was in danger. Being trained at MHI, that was called being stupid. A one way ticket to saying sayonara to your life. We all make it there eventually, she thought to herself.

A few more radio check-ins and nothing else happened, at least not on her end. The distressing woman quieted down. Either the woman was silenced or it was  another trap designed by whatever terrifying creature lived within the cave. Jenaia held her breath as Donovan spoke through the radio once again. "Smith and I are rendezvousing on your location. We are about three miles away. Any updates?"

She clicked the shoulder mic to respond. "The woman went silent. Haven't heard or seen anything else. I'll stand by and wait fo-"

She immediately turned around the moment she heard a rustling of leaves. Her training kicked in, and adrenaline coursed through her veins. She aimed her rifle in the direction of the noise, all her senses focused and alert. In her sights was the familiar face of Johnathan Lance, the young American hunter. Their team was from Alabama, if her mind recollected correctly. They had been in the European lands to investigate a Master Vampire that resided in Germany but it turned out to be falsified information. Now they were here, providing extra manpower and expertise in capturing whatever was behind these abductions.

"Whoa, Jen! Take it easy!" He exclaimed with his hands in the air. His southern accent was as thick and smooth as molasses, but his eyes held a fiery intensity that rivaled even hers. Since her team had met up with the Americans, she took notice of the young hunter staring at her with much interest. He probably had a thing for Asians, like most American men.

She scowled at him and lowered her rifle immediately. "Damn it, Johnathan! I could have shot you!" She adjusted her glasses. "Why didn't you radio in warning me you were coming?"

"Tried to." He said as he lowered his arms before approaching casually. "I might have a dead battery."

She sighed. "That's quite a rookie mistake." She found it a little strange that he didn't come with a fully charged radio or a backup battery, as it was an essential tool in their line of work. "I thought you were better than this."

Johnathan looked like he was about to respond when suddenly the radio sounded loudly with Donovan's voice once again. "Forsythe, are you okay? You got cut off. What's your status, over."

Shaking her head, Jenaia sighed and turned around to keep her eyes and gun on the entrance to the cave. She shifted her head and mouth towards the mic-piece attached to her shoulder.

"I'm fine." She tried to maintain a calm and collective tone, despite her annoyance of the American sneaking up on her and not following proper protocol. "Johnathan just arrived, gave me a small startle. We will cover the cave entrance until you arrive."

There was a long pause.

"Uh, Jen?"

That was Johnathan's voice on the line!

"I'm five miles west of your location. What are you talking about?"

A chill ran down her spine just before she felt a heavy strike against the back of her head.The impact caused her to lose her balance and she fell to her knees, dropping her rifle and reaching for the wound. She couldn't see who had attacked her, but she could hear the footsteps of the one who had impersonated the American Hunter.
 

"Jenaia, what's going on?" Donovan's concerned voice crackled through her radio.
 

She tried to speak, but her words were jumbled and incoherent. She could feel herself losing consciousness and struggled to hold on.
 

"Jenaia, answer me!" Donovan's voice was panicked now. "Teams Bravo and Delta, to Forsythe's position, now!"

Her sights darkened. Everything went quiet.

*****
 

As the Monster Hunter came to, she found herself confined to a dark, damp and musty cavern. Her head throbbed but not as badly as she thought it would be. Whatever it was that brought her to unconsciousness, must have used more than brute strength to knock her out. Her armored vest, gun belt and holster were removed from her. Her hands and ankles were bound with thick, coarse rope. Thankfully, her glasses were still on and she could take in her surroundings.

The area was cold, indicating they were deeper in the cave system. Luminescent lights from an unknown source gave the cavern an eerie glow, casting shadows against the mossy dark walls. It was a strange contrast to the otherwise murky darkness outside. She could see stone depictions of monstrous beings along the cavern stone, resembling gargoyles towering over what looked to be a sacrificial circle with a massive pot in the center. She could smell death. Not a good sign. She looked around herself, to see if there was anyone else in captivity with her. There were no others.

She could hear footsteps approaching. She remained motionless, hoping that she can play off as unconscious for as long as possible. If she could loosen her bindings, she could flee. Her guns had to be somewhere close by, or at least she hoped they were. If not, then she'd rather take her chances in the caverns deep in the earth than be a Monster's next meal or sacrifice. Whatever it was, it was close. It approached her. She couldn't hear it breathing. She kept her eyes closed and maintained a neutral and restful expression as she listened carefully.

"Open your eyes." A voice. A voice in her head. "Do not insult me by pretending to be asleep."

Jenaia's blood chilled as the voice spoke to her what seemed to be telepathically. If it was in her thoughts, then she knew it could perceive her every fear, thought and plan of action. Escape was looking slimmer than before. What was it? A Vampire? The apex undead definitely can enthrall and manipulate one's mind but to speak telepathically was never recorded. A Mind Flayer? Not one had been sighted for over a hundred years. She opened her eyes, taking her chances to turn and see what towered over her.

Her eyes widened to see a figure standing as if he were a man. His skin was dark and charcoal, twisted with muscle and bone, creating mesmerizing flows of tendril-like transitions that seemed to evoke an alarming mixture of fear and shadow. Not a single piece of cloth or coverings displayed on the humanoid figure's body, leaving little to Jenaia's imagination regarding his form or sex. There were no facial features displayed. A blank, faceless and hairless head sat upon its broad shoulders and yet looked down at her as if he was looking intently into her soul. Immediately, she knew what she was up against. She had read everything she could about monsters, from east to west.

"You-you're a Doppelganger." She spoke softly. She had only read what were considered rumors and tales of these shapeshifting creatures. Theories were crafted that many wars began all due to the craftiness and influence of these beings. Only a small handful were successfully tracked down and killed but because of their resilience and unknown biology, not much was truly known of them. It was rumored many of them fled to the north, hiding away in the Netherland Mountains to hibernate or slowly pass into extinction.

His voice sounded like an echo, as if his thoughts were her own. "Impressive that you know of my kind." He stepped over her. "What few of us are left."

Her eyes followed the dark figure as he made his way towards a makeshift table where her gun belt, radio and firearms were placed neatly.  The dark humanoid reached over to pick up her RCX, the modified Glock 20 G3 and proceeded to examine it like it was a piece of art. A part of her hoped this creature was stupid enough to look at the end of the barrel and accidentally shoot himself.

"I should have known you weren't Johnathan." She frowned as she began to make subtle attempts to loosen her bindings. "If you took his shape, then you knew we were coming for you."

He didn't respond. She wasn't sure if he didn't hear her or if he chose to ignore her. Either way, it kind of pissed her off.

"Where are the others? The ones you kidnapped?" Jenaia demanded, her frustration in clear display. Each breath inhaled filled her lungs with musty earth and centipedes danced on the corners of her peripheral vision. This place unsettled her. "Are they safe?"

"I know not if they are safe for they are not here." He answered as he continued to examine her firearm. His faceless form turned as if to look upon her unsettlingly. "One would assume they are deep within the cavity of the earth you stood outside of. I have heard their cries from afar."
 

Jenaia had no reason to really believe the Doppelganger. Being knocked out and dragged into a cave certainly didn't boost her faith in him. Still, she was curious to see what little tale he would weave in order to get her guard lowered, not that she was in much of a defensive position as it is.

"Okay, if you didn't take them, then who did?"

"The pack of Chamtas that came from the south. Very long ways." The voice was firm and strangely convincing. "They arrived in this region two moons ago, taking residence at the very spot where I claimed you."

She couldn't argue at the concept of Chamtas being the culprits in these kidnappings. The pale and lanky creatures were feral and cruel but strangely intelligent. Ghastly in appearance, the nocturnal creatures typically strike late at night where there are few witnesses and even fewer resistances. However, during times of starvation, they will grow bolder and strike near dusk and dawn. Sometimes, they will wear the clothing of their latest victims, thus the last sighting of a man in a suit. Such a strange coincidence. Of course, she couldn't rule out the possibility that it was the Doppelganger.

“You feast off of the minds of your victims, to acquire your forms. How did you get Johnathans?”

It would make sense if they had encountered this creature when it had taken shape. Still, from what she researched, his kind would have to either feast upon their victims after capture or do it in their sleep. The Motel they stayed at had a number of employees that could have had access to their rooms. Doppelgangers were notorious for being sneaky little fucks. He must have taken just enough out of Johnathan to not severely drain or wound him.

“I think you know the answer to that question.” He sounded amused. “You hunters, so noisy and eager to kill. You all stand out like black sheep in a fold. Easy to spot. Easy to target. You most of all. The darkness you possess was rather inviting.”

She was taken back by his words. “Darkness I possess? What the hell do you mean by that?" She attempted to adjust herself, to sit up in an effort to not appear vulnerable but failed miserably.

The creature stared at her with his expressionless face. With no eyes, mouth, nose or brows, it was extremely difficult to tell its state of emotion. A blink, a squint, a smile, a smirk, they were all impossibilities beneath such a visage. It studied Jenaia silently, taking in every curve, every line and angle that made up the shape of her. Its visage remained stern and cold through the evaluation process. Finally, it spoke again upon her mind.

"You know not of your purpose?"

"Purpose?"

"So you do not know. How amusing."

"Know what? For fuck's sake, stop being vague!" She groaned in frustration. Monsters, the ones that can talk, typically loved being cryptic. It was annoying. "What purpose?"

He cocked his head as if pondering her question. He slowly began to approach her after setting down her firearm. Jenaia bit her lip, debating whether or not she should try to reason with this creature or not. It wasn't unheard of for MHI to work alongside Monsters and other Mythical creatures if they proved beneficial. In the American States, they have both the Elves in the Enchanted Forest as well as the Orc Tribe working with them, despite the ancient feud between the two. Hell, they even recruited a Troll from what she heard. Perhaps there was a way to find reason with this Doppelganger, even if they were notorious for their cunning and deceptive nature.

His presence was unsettling as he approached her, towering over her bound frame as she lay there helpless like a recently caught fish. She worried that he would end her right there and then. In a swift motion, he grabbed her by the collar of her leather top and lifted her from the ground. His strength was inhuman, far beyond any mortal man or woman. Jenaia looked into his blank face with a mixture of both determination and fear.

"Surely you have felt the mark made upon you." His chilling voice crept into her thoughts. "You have felt the beckoning of the Old Ones. Your divine calling to serve in their purpose."

So much for offering immunity, she thought to herself. She struggled to free herself, her feet dangling as she tried to make contact with the ground again. If she could somehow wriggle out of his hold and get her hands on one of her guns, she could end this quickly. But her body refused to budge, no matter how much force she exerted.

"You have witnessed the visions of Nyarlathotep. You have the mark from Yog-Sothoth. Even the very scent from your skin tells me that you have been blessed by the Old Ones. You..." He paused. "Your prophecy was foretold. You shall be the Great Mother of Flesh."

Blessed by the Old Ones? Great Mother of Flesh? What was he talking about?

"Bullshit!" She exclaimed through gritted teeth. "Me, serve the Old Gods? You've completely lost it." She tried to sound confident, but the fear was creeping into her voice. The Doppelganger tilted his head, reminding Jenaia of a curious puppy. His grip remained firm-almost unnatural-on her leather top. The longer she stayed in his grasp, the weaker she felt. Suddenly, he slowly let her down, surprising the Monster Hunter. Before she could utter anything, the dark figure turned her around as he nuzzled his chest against her back. His hands planted upon her thighs before they began to caress and explore her figure.

"I shall test their will upon you." He spoke softly.

To say she was stunned and perplexed was an understatement. Jenaia had no idea how to react to...this. His touch was gentle and smooth as they traveled along her sides. She couldn't resist due to her bindings yet somehow, she felt her resistances begin to fade. She was unable to comprehend what was happening; a strange sensation took over her. It started with a slow, almost imperceptible tingling that radiated from her core and emerged at the edges of her consciousness like dark tendrils enveloping her senses. Deep, dark and evil thoughts of debauchery she never could have thought to exist began to leak into her mind, like water flowing from a burst pipe.

"What...what have you done to me?" She managed to speak, her throat parched. "What is this?" She felt a surge of pleasure as the dark figure continued to run his hands along her figure. His dexterity was captivating, causing her heart rate to quicken.

"It was not I who had placed the mark upon you. I merely awakened it." He answered chillingly but with confidence. "You have been called to be a maiden, to bring forth a child of pure darkness." He paused, as if allowing his words to sink in. "However...something is missing. Your future...inconclusive." His hands moved towards her breasts, as if touching her in her sensitive regions would reveal more to him. "Ah, I see...the ritual you underwent was not completed. Interrupted. The mark is seared into your soul, enlightening your carnal desires to be bred but the link to the Old Ones... it is weak. hanging on but by a mere thread."
 

Suddenly, it dawned on her. The mission in Singapore where she and her team were captured by the Cult of the Blood Moon, when she was chained on the altar, they drew her blood and forced her to drink from a foul ichor. It was shortly after that, she managed to free herself from her shackles and kill most of the cult members. Ever since then, no mission she undertook was ever the same. She began to have terrible nightmares, certain creatures retracted and hesitated to attack her, and there were recurring visions of her giving birth to a horrifying and unholy creature. It terrified her, but she tried to convince herself that it was simply the aftermath of her ordeal with the cult. Trauma from being sacrificed to the cult.

"Yes, it was that very ritual...the one that was disrupted by your defiance that you were called to serve the Old Ones to offer yourself up to their dark servants." His hands continued to grope and massage sides and waist. “I must admit, the Old Ones have chosen well. You are rather desirous.”

His hands now cupped her covered breasts, causing her to shudder and release a sharp inhale to his touch. Despite her hands and ankles being bound, there was an inner desire that she would likely not have resisted. What was wrong with her? She tried to struggle. To fight but she felt her defenses were weakening so drastically.

"No, that's insane." She objected, hoping her words would spark enough resistance to fight back physically as well as her growing carnal desires. "Let me go before I..."

"It is inconclusive on what servant shall impregnate you. That visage is…foggy." His hands began to massage her soft mounds beneath the leather top of his uniform. "While I may speak of the Old Ones, I choose not to serve them." His faceless head leaned in as if to whisper to her from behind. "Chances are in the depths of impossibility that I shall gift unto you a child of darkness."

Jenaia suddenly felt the bindings around her hands loosen, her desires only growing stronger from there. A mixture of fear, apprehension and longing cascaded throughout her slender figure like a wave crashing upon the shore. She needed to be touched.

"But who am I to deny a chosen maiden of darkness when she is so eager to engaging in her calling?"

 

 

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Edited July 3 by Sultry Sabria

[Sultry Sabria]

⭐PICTURE SET!!!⭐(Warning: Necrophilia, Zombies)
 

Happy 4th of July! I figured that I would post right now before the holiday. For the next few days, I will be with family and friends celebrating one of my favorite holidays of all time. Yes, I'm a patriotic girl. What of it? So if you don't see a post in the next few days, that will be the reason why. With that out of the way, I will come out and say that Necrophilia isn't really one of my biggest kinks. There are certain levels of it that I tolerate and others where I will absolutely refrain from. If you wish to avoid this set, I wouldn't blame you. On that note, one of my first ever video games that I had played is Resident Evil 4. I have fond memories watching my older brother play RE2 and 3 but admittedly didn't follow the story all that much. I also played RE5 and 6 with a former boyfriend but vaguely remember the stories from that. All I remember is how intense the games got, the horror elements, the heroes and most importantly, the monsters and villains encountered. Many years later, I discovered one of my favorite erotic artists that I took inspiration on this picture set. He focuses primarily on Resident Evil girls getting fucked by the many, many, many enemies within the Resident Evil franchise. You can check some of his work here.

Now, I will come out and admit that I do not know the lore very well as I would like. Time, work and family keeps me from diligently playing very many video games and to be perfectly honest, I prefer to write and create. So here in this scene, we have a S.T.A.R.S. member named Naomi Garrison, investigating a supposed abandoned facility somewhere in the heart of Nevada, only to discover that it is still functional and housing multiple test subjects, viruses and B.O.W.s. The Doctor in charge of this operation, Dr. Gregory Lurtz, has managed to capture Naomi and expose her to the E-Virus (Erotic Virus) before unleashing her into the facility. I had fun with this scene and the story that it is tied to it. I look forward to writing more in this universe. There are so many mods to work with to create the same type of ambiance and villains from such a successful series.

Try not to read into everything too much and please be patient with me when it comes to writing in the Resident Evil universe. If I contradict something or create certain plot holes, you can message me but lets refrain from doing it here on the forums. So, without further delay, I give you the next picture set. Enjoy and try not to be grossed out! 😅

"Like a Rat in a Maze"
By Sultry Sabria

 

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The corridor seemed to go on forever. How long has she been going? Thirty minutes? An Hour? Surely the Doctor had multiple routes to get to his labs because this is absolutely ridiculous. At the very least, he had left out her gun belt and ammo once he finished whatever the hell it was he injected her with. Her hand instinctively moved to the area of her neck he injected her with what he called the E-virus. She read reports about the T-Virus , the notorious zombie virus, attacking the nervous system and causing its victims to become emaciated and ferocious creatures. But what was this E-virus?
 

No reports or data ever surfaced in the military files or were accessible to her unit. Whatever it was, Doctor Lurtz released her for a reason. Perhaps she would die and turn into a zombie or perhaps mutate into something vile, twisted and transformed into an abomination riddled with her own biology mixed with whatever resided in the syringe. Naomi had her worries but she couldn't afford to keep her guard down. She was still in hostile territory and suspected that foul things resided in these halls.
 

She aimed her Glock ready for anything that might come across her path. More instinctual than anything else, she knew danger lurked around every corner. She approached a door and attempted to unlock it but it wouldn't budge. A keycard was needed.
 

"Might I suggest taking the elevator to your right?"
 

The Doctor's voice sounded in the halls. His accent , thick and foreign, broke the silence as Naomi stood still with her weapon raised stubbornly in her hands. He was tracking her movements. She looked around to see a security camera fixated on her like a predator watching its prey, an icy shiver of unease running down her spine. She knew she couldn't trust him. He was a mad scientist who worked for Umbrella Corp., the very organization she and her team had been trying to take down. God watch over their souls.
 

"That's right." The doctor gleefully stated. "Smile!"

She did just the opposite, glaring at the lens before she ultimately flipped the bird at it.
 

"Oh, now there is no need to be rude, Ms. Garrison." The voice echoed from the facilities' intercoms. "I am simply trying to help. Think of me as your angel upon your shoulder, a guide if you will."
 

"More like the devil on my shoulder." She muttered softly.
 

"Believe it or not, I care for your well being as I observe you from my lab. You are my test subject, no?" Lurtz's voice continued to display loudly from the speakers as Naomi attempted to try another route, one opposite from what he suggested. "The last thing I want is for my precious specimen to come into harm's way, especially if she were to run into one of my other subjects who is not quite...shall we say, as sociable as yourself?"
 

Naomi ignored his veiled warning and refused to look back. She hated that he referred to her as his specimen. It made her feel like an object, a means to an end. He had no regard for her well-being or her autonomy as a person. She was just another disposable pawn in his twisted experiments. A meat sack that could be changed and manipulated. The minds of these Umbrella cronies were disgusting and vile. No reverence for life. None of them could be trusted.
 

As she continued down the dimly lit corridor, her mind raced with questions about what awaited her. What had he turned his other test subjects into? She had read reports from the Kennedy files about encountering multiple monstrosities in both Racoon City as well as in Spain when he went to retrieve the President's daughter, Ashley Graham. Most of the files were covered in black ink, much to her frustration. Whatever lay beneath this hidden facility, she was grateful the doctor allowed her to have her gun and ammo. The one thing Naomi wished she was in possession of was a map to these underground labs. There were so many turns, hallways, doors and dead ends that it left her fuming.
 

She turned down a hallway, the stench of death beginning to fill the air .She cocked her gun, gripping it tightly as she moved forward. It was strange, despite the circumstances, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching her, other than the Doctor. She spun around, gun raised and scanned the area. It was empty. She didn’t trust what she saw. It felt like something was following her. Best to keep both eyes open and periodically check her rear. There was no telling what the doctor unleashed in these halls.

She sighed and kept moving forward. The hallway seemed to go on forever and while her heart raced with every corner turned, her steps remained steady. The anticipation was always worse than the action, that much she knew from years of fieldwork. She noticed a set of stairs, ascending upwards. If she could make it to the roof of this facility, she could get a signal on her radio or release a flare for the Chopper to spot from a distance. She began to make her way up cautiously, not wanting her hopes to cloud her training. So far, no enemy occupants. No Zombies. No B.O.W.s. Not even Aliens. So far so good.

"You'll find that most of my facilities are not as barren as you might expect."

Lurtz's voice sounded from the comms once again. It was like he was in her head. She worried that somehow, that the virus he injected her with caused him to read her thoughts. Nothing was beyond the realm of possibilities when it came to Umbrella. She chose to ignore him, not wanting to acknowledge anything he said to give him the satisfaction. Who knew what other tricks he had up his sleeves. At the top of the stairs, she found a steel double door with a key card reader closest to the left hand side. She checked her inventory but unfortunately, she did not have a key card. She patted her pockets, reaching for something that wasn't there. The fact that the doctor had provided her gun but not a proper set of keys for all the doors in this facility infuriated her, not that he really would have. This was all a game to him and she was in no mood to play.
 

"Oh, I do apologize." Dr. Lurtz sounded loudly as a camera shifted in her direction. "I do believe you need a keycard to enter there."
 

Naomi hated to admit it, but the idea of him stalking her and treating her like a rat in a maze was angering her. She kicked the door in a frustrated reaction before glaring at the camera.

"Please, I hate to see you in such a displeased manner, Ms. Garrison." He paused before the key card reader suddenly beeped and lit up green, signifying it was now unlocked. "I'm feeling generous right now, so please, make your way inside."
 

This had to be a trick. A trap. She took a few steps back, wondering what awaited beyond that door. He unlocked it for her, clearly wanting her to go inside. She didn't move. She didn't want to follow his instructions or suggestions. However, she needed to take risks if she was expected to get out of here. Sometimes the only way out was through enemy territory. She looked back one last time to the bottom of the stairs, making a mental note of her surroundings before she opened the door, her firearm ready.

As she entered, she was surprised to see that the room she was now in was such a contrasting difference to how desolate and clean the corridors were. She found herself in a vast office that resembled a study for someone of high authority. A desk resided in the center of the room, with books and collectives scattered across the surface as if it had once belonged to an avid reader of literature and knowledge. The walls were adorned with guns, knives, and other weapons, indicating a person who had a love for warfare or self-defense. To the side, there was a large rack filled with umbrellas. Each umbrella was distinct in design and quality, some simple yet classy while others displayed intricate designs as if designed for royalty.

The room smelt foul, like death. Not a good sign. The wood floors almost seemed out of place after coming from the laboratory hallways only seconds ago.The hardened floors had blood splatter as well as the rugs. There were windows. Windows! She hurried her way towards one of them to see the night sky and dark horizons of the Nevada desert hills. Her heart raced, as she attempted to locate a latch that would allow her to open them, but to her dismay, she saw the windows were bolted shut. This office resembled a prison in a way. A beautiful cage filled with literature and weapons used to defend oneself, but nevertheless a cage.

Instinctively, she stepped back, took aim with her Glock and fired a shot to shatter the glass. To her great disappointment, the glass was bulletproof. She grit her teeth in frustration.
 

"Damn it..." She cursed under her breath. "Bulletproof, huh?" She turned around, hoping one of the mounted weapons was a grenade launcher so she could blow the hell out of it. She stopped in her tracks when she heard shuffling from the ground floor, followed by a low moan. She knew that sound, all too well. It was here, in the room, with her.
 

She lifted her Glock in the ready position when she noticed movement beside the desk. Another moan soon followed. Her blood went cold the moment she saw two personages slowly stand up from the ground - two partially decomposed bodies bearing the grotesque trademark of the T-Virus. Their eyes turned vacant - the grayish yellow color of a lifeless corpse - but their movements eerily mimicked a human's, even though their mouths contorted unnaturally with every shuffle they took, chomping at their decaying lips. Naomi hesitated in squeezing the trigger but then, with determination burning in her eyes, she aimed squarely at the head of one of the straining, foul-smelling creatures as they began to slowly make their way towards her.

To her shock, the two zombies were completely naked. Their skin was discolored into a gray, morbid palette, a stark contrast to the powerful woman standing before them.  She prepared to fire as they drew closer, wanting to broaden her target to secure effective elimination.She could hear another, in the far corner, struggling to get to its feet. She had to take them out now before they had a chance to take a bite at her. A direct shot to the head would immobilize and shut them down. She had faced off against hordes of these in years past. She could get out of this. Her grip on her Glock was firm yet relaxed. She aligned the rear sight with the front, aiming and controlling her breathing. However, she attempted to pull the trigger, something in her mind told her to stop. What? Why? She tried again and again but she couldn't bring herself to fire. What was going on?

The Zombies stopped before her, staring at her with curious blank stares. Their vacant eyes made her skin crawl, yet she could not bring herself to kill them. Her body quivered as she slowly lowered her gun. Her body was growing hot beneath her clothing and her knees were buckling from the weight of her gun belt and ammo. Her eyes hesitated at first but soon she found herself looking upon the two male Zombies and their limp cocks slowly twitching to life with excitement. Her eyes widened in shock. The zombies were getting aroused? How? Why? Without thinking, she lowered the Firearm and holstered it as her mind began to race with dark intentions.

"My, my..." The Doctor's voice can be heard from the intercom once again. "It would seem that the E-Virus has activated your primal urges, Ms. Garrison."

Naomi stood there, completely stunned as the two zombies before her now sported fully erected and hardened members with what remaining blood resided in their lifeless bodies. She couldn't move her hand back towards her firearm. She could hardly speak in protest. Her mind was racing as she tried to fully comprehend the reality of the situation she found herself in. She was a S.T.A.R.S. dammit!

"It pleases me that something as insignificant as the T-virus responds to the host's most primal and basic needs, even if it is in such an unfortunate decaying state.” He chuckled over the speaker. “The enzyme of the E-Virus is proving to be quite effective.”

The Doctor's voice seemed to fill the room as he watched on through the camera feed. Naomi slowly walked forward, her mind in a whirlwind as she struggled to understand what was happening to her. She knew the T-virus affected the neural system and caused victims to go insane, but she had never heard of it causing any kind of sexual response.

Naomi shook her head, slowly stepping closer to the zombies. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. What she was doing.
 

"How is this possible?" She whispered to herself as she now found herself standing between the two zombies. Their rot and decay hitting her nostrils but not triggering his gag reflexes. Instead, she felt drawn to them. Her legs grew hot beneath her military trousers. Her mouth watered. Her eyes scanned their twitching hard pricks. So naturally, she reached with her gloved hands and wrapped her fingers around the cold, throbbing members as her chest rose from both fear and anticipation.
 

"Well, this will be amusing..." The Doctor uttered as the cameras within the room each shifted in the direction of Naomi and the two Zombies.

 

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Edited July 3 by Sultry Sabria

[TheRegularFapp]

Where did you get the zombie CC? I’m doing this witch play through and I’d love to have her minions include zombies

[Sultry Sabria]

13 hours ago, TheRegularFapp said:

Where did you get the zombie CC? I’m doing this witch play through and I’d love to have her minions include zombies

 

I made them with a collection of mods, not just a set one. If there is an easy method to share the full list of specific characters and their CC, then I'll gladly share them.

[Sultry Sabria]

⭐PICTURE SET!!!⭐

 

Time for a new picture set! I had a lot of fun with this one because this scene in particular holds a special place in my heart. Back when I played SWTOR, I made a Jedi Consular and absolutely fell in love with the story. I especially loved the first companion you received, Qyzen Fess. Imagine my disappointment when I found that you could not romance him. So, I did the next best thing, I made a backstory of my Consular and made her Master a Trandoshan. Playing out this scene brought back memories of RPing and writing out her sexual experiences with her Master. Almost makes me want to go back to SWTOR, renew my subscription, play the game and become inspired to write out new adventures for her.

Jessi Arklander, as it reads in the story, is a Padawan but gradually becomes a Jedi Knight and a skilled diplomat for the Jedi Order. She will always seek for peaceful resolutions before she even considers the idea of drawing her lightsaber. She trusts in the force to guide her through these peaceful options, even if it means she has to use one of her most powerful weapons, her body. Many I shared her backstory with found it to be controversial but I see it from a different perspective. She is currently 18 years of age, but it certainly hints of past experiences prior. I intentionally made her relationship with her Master to be consensual and beautiful, despite that vague hint. If you feel the need to address your distaste about it, feel free to message me on a PM.

As for the model I used for Master Naga Tiik, I do love it yet I wish there was more I could have done. At the time, I didn't have the mods to make him taller and bulkier. Also, I know there is a mod out there on the internet where you can transform Sims hands to only have three fingers, just like Trandoshans. Unfortunately, I couldn't find it so until either someone makes it more public or shares it with me, just...try and ignore that little detail. Otherwise, I feel this set is one of my favorites. I'm a sucker for beautiful interspecies relationships, especially when they are full of love and intimacy. Expect to see more sets with this wild Jedi.

"Force Bonding"
By Sultry Sabria

Spoiler

"Keep your stance firm."
 

Two shots. One straight ahead, the other to the left. Jessi swung her Lightsaber with fluid grace, her Green blade deflecting the two shots with ease. Jessi leapt forward, her Lightsaber a blur of green light and deadly precision. She turned her direction from where the second shot came from. The other training remote was programmed to flank her, swiftly flying in the air with a hiss but she was ready. Her mind was clear and focused on her surroundings.
 

It fired two shots at her. Easy, she thought. But she had learned many times before not to get cocky. As if on cue to her recollection, the other remote drew in closer; closer than she would have expected. It fired three consecutive shots making it nearly impossible to block or deflect. Next best thing to do, flee. Her body displayed a grace that would rival that of a dancer in Nar Shaddaa as she effortlessly cartwheeled out of the way to avoid the multiple shots upon her. The bolts missed her. She heard four more.
 

Trusting in the force to enhance her senses, she planted her feet upon the soft earth just in time to swiftly swing her blade to deflect each of the oncoming blaster bolts. She counted each one in her head, her eyes not having left the two floating orbs. The training devices each began to close in on her, the Padawan taking notice when they twisted to switch to rapid fire. Two years ago, she would have panicked. Despite the training regimen setting the blaster bolts to feel more like a sting, it was still rather unpleasant. But she was at peace.
 

The swiftness of her blade was graceful and quick as she deflected several upcoming bolts but it wouldn’t be enough. She would get hit if she stayed there. In a split-second decision she leapt forward, feeling the sting of one bolt graze her leg as she moved. She winced and groaned at the stinging sensation trailing up her leg. Thankfully she avoided the remaining bombardment. But it wasn't over yet. More shots and this time, the bolts sprayed. Easy to deflect.

Once again, she swayed and flourished her lightsaber, humming and clashing against the rain of bolts. She heard the other remote swoosh behind her, causing the Padawan to form a smirk. The time was now. With grace and swiftness, she called upon the force to enhance her strength as she leapt away from more shots. Midair, she deflected a couple of them aimed for her chest. With a hard thud, she landed on her feet and immediately flipped backwards to avoid another shot, missing it with ease. Once she landed, she turned around with one fluid motion and brought her humming green blade towards the neck of her Master.

Their eyes locked in on each other. Jessi smirked, her confidence building as she could hear the training remotes clicking their modes from defensive to passive. She could see the pride in the Trandoshan's reptilian orbs, knowing that her progression from Padawan to Jedi Knight would come sooner rather than later. She had only barely tapped the surface of her potential a few years ago, and Jessi could feel it within her, even now, the Force pushing her to new heights.

"Well done, my Padawan." Her Trandoshan Master praised her in his gruff voice. She deactivated her lightsaber and stood before him. "Your agility improves each day..." He motioned towards her leg. "But that shot would likely have crippled you if you were in a live combat situation."

Sheepishly, she glanced down at her exposed thigh where the red welt was slowly beginning to fade.

"It was lucky."

"Your mind lost focus." He spoke flatly as he kept his hands behind his back while looking down at her. "It has nothing to do with luck. There is no point in arguing about it. I felt it within you. All it takes is a moment of pride, overconfidence, distraction or fear to lose yourself."

She nodded slowly. "Yes, of course Master."

"I know combat is not your strength, but it is an essential part of the Jedi trials. Remember to feel the force around you and to not overthink. Trust in your instincts for that is your direct connection." He exposed his teeth in what would be considered an unsettling smile to many, but to Jessi it was warm and inviting. "You are on the right path, Jessi. Your Soresu form has improved.

Jessi smiled back at him, wiping a little sweat from her brow. Tython was a lush and beautiful paradise with exceptional weather, bountiful with greenery and safe within Republic jurisdiction. Despite the assault on the Temple several years back, the Jedi had rebuilt and was once again a thriving institution for those strong in the force. The Jedi Temple was about twenty miles away, the two choosing to dwell in the secluded hut that was once owned by a Twi'lek refugee many years ago. She and her Master always preferred the wildlife compared to the confined spaces of the Temple. Out here, it felt like home.

Clipping her lightsaber hilt to her belt, she glanced back up at her Master who towered over her by at least two feet.

"Well, it would have to be if I'm going to make the trials."

"Patience. You are nearly prepared, but you still have much to learn."

Sometimes Jessi hated the fact that her Master could sense and feel almost every part of her emotions. One of the many perks of having a Force Bond with another. She sulked a little bit at his words. "I know." She clasped her hands behind her and straightened her stance. "Did you enjoy the show?" She asked teasingly with a hint of suggestive tone.

She watched his expression shift dramatically from that of calm and composed to one of exhaustion and unamused at her question. Breaking tension out of her Master was always fun; it humanized him and made their bond stronger. But it was more than just their bond that made their relationship as Master and Padawan strong. Master Naga chuckled deeply as his gentle reptilian eyes scanned her petite frame. He suddenly turned around and began to make his way towards the hut without a word. Jessi groaned quietly as she rolled her eyes before promptly following him. Apparently it was his turn now to tease her, though it annoyed her greatly.

"Come on, we've been doing this for three years now." Jessi teased as she walked close behind him. "Don't Trandoshans ever say anything provocative?" Trying to coax a response from her stoic Master was like trying to extract information from a stone....then again, primitive species first etched their history on stone. maybe not the best analogy.

"Only when we are sealed with our mate." He answered before the door opened with a loud hiss. "Even then, it is considered a sacred union and very private."

As she entered behind him, the door closed behind her with another hiss, sealing them off from the outside world. Inside, the hut was dimly lit, but what little light there was illuminated an inviting setting. The floor was covered in soft furs, with simple pieces of furniture that  looked handcrafted and comfortable. Jessi had a feeling her Master built them himself, with the same precision and grace he showed when training her in combat.

"I mean, to be fair, I felt like our first time was a sacred union." The young Padawan said with a soft smile as she watched him make his way towards the stove where a kettle of hot water was already steaming. She watched her Master preparing to pour two glasses of herbal tea. She knew he was still listening. "I...won't ever forget that morning."

Naga gave a low grunt in response, not looking back as he poured the steaming water into two cups. "The force was in motion that day. I sensed it even before you arrived at my quarters." He grabbed the two glasses and approached her, offering her one. "The force can work in mysterious ways. Never forget that even unconventional practices, especially within the Jedi Order, can still be practiced if it wills it."

Clutching the hot mug made from the horn of a creature, Jessi took a tiny sip of the beverage. "Many would disagree." She muttered. "The Jedi Council would surely exile us from the Order." Her nerves began to rise the more she thought about it. "Do you think any of them suspect?"

"I am sure they suspect much." Naga began to make his way to the nearby handcrafted couch to sit upon. "My request to take you away from the Temple to train you warranted many questions from the Council. But they approved it once I explained the potential benefits of having a trained Padawan such as yourself." He sipped his tea and sighed. "It was surprising they did not question my intentions further."

"Why do you think they granted your request?" She followed after him, sitting down beside him before taking another sip.

"They see promise within you, Padawan. There is no denying that." Naga said slowly as he took another long sip from his heated beverage. "They sensed it upon your arrival all those years ago, but they were concerned that you were too old to be trained." He turned to her. "But I felt the force bringing me to you that day. I knew that you had to be trained under my care."

Jessi smiled, remembering that day even though she was so young and under a lot of anguish, having lost her parents and her home to the Zakuulian revolt. She decided not to pesture him further until he finished his tea. There were a lot of things Jessi could count on with her Master and one of those was that he wasn't very talkative. Having his tea helped to break any tension and bring him to a more passive state. Despite this knowledge, it never stopped her from prying, questioning and challenging her master. But he was patient as he was strong, and it was this calm, wise and reserved demeanor that caused Jessi to trust him - the same reason why she approached him and no other Master in the Temple after that illicit dream she had that morning.

She would never forget it and there were plenty of nights and mornings afterwards where she meditated to relive the experience of trust, unity and desire. The force had compelled her that morning to approach him and to describe every lewd detail of the vision she had. Jessi had felt the force stronger than ever during that dream. It was a strange mixture of adrenaline and peace. The dream meant something, even if it was considered unorthodox by the Jedi Order.

Before, she had never, not once, entertained the idea of being taken by a mighty beast. The dream felt so real. She remembered the touch of the tall grass, the chill of the night, the hot breath coming from the beast's maw when it had pinned upon her, and how much it filled her depths after mounting her. So much time had passed since she had awoken to such an explicit and vivid connection with the force but she could still remember the sounds of pleasurable yowls and panting from the creature. And then there was the moment when she felt the feral beast inside of her, the orgasmic experience they shared together as if the two were one and the same.

Naga did not pass judgment upon her. He tied her dream to her ability to handle and control the wildlife, which made sense. One thing led to another and the force compelled her to offer her body to her Master. She remembered the rush of anxiety, the sheer terror and nervousness she felt at the thought of it being her first time with anyone, especially with her own Master. But she was taught by him to trust in the living force that binds all things. There was a reason. A purpose behind it. At the time, she didn't know it but now it was evident as to why she and Naga were meant to copulate.

A force bond had been formed between the two, linking their lives to each other. They could feel each other's thoughts at times, communicate over great distances and the strength they shared during their missions proved to be invaluable. The force only served to be a strong witness during their times of intimacy. Unfortunately, having relations with one's Padawan is considered a grave violation in the Jedi Order. For this reason, they had left the Temple, informing the council that her training and ability with the force to control wildlife would be best suited in the deep woods of Tython, away from any distractions.

Technically, they did not deceive the Council. There was honesty in their words but the hidden secret was left unsaid. For the past two and a half years, she and Master Naga continued her training, periodically taking on missions for the Republic, honing her skills with the local wildlife, practicing her lightsaber training and then of course there was her favorite activity of all time, provided Master Tiik was willing. The Trandoshan was rather conservative when it came to their intimate times together, maintaining his strong demeanor as a Master and reminding her that such activities could potentially become distracting and addictive. Jessi didn't disagree but it had become difficult as a growing teenager and a Jedi Padawan to control her own desires and hormones.

The moment she saw the Trandoshan set down the empty cup, Jessi in her youthful display immediately reached over and placed her hand upon his thigh. The Jedi trousers did little to conceal the touch of scales beneath. She shifted her gaze towards her Master, who slowly sat back and glanced down at her as if unsurprised by her advances.

"Just because we share a bond, doesn't mean we have to do this on a regular basis." He lightly hissed, but not in a threatening manner. More with a fatherly tone.
 

She pouted a little bit but massaged her hand further up his thigh, knowing him well enough that he too enjoyed their private moments together, he was just too reserved to admit to it. Jessi's attraction for her Master was not really one of romance, through their training and missions, she had come to see him not just as a lover to better strengthen their force bond but also as her mentor, and in a strange way, like her father.

"It hasn't stopped you before." Jessi said softly, her maturity beginning to show as she continued to caress his thigh. As expected, he showed no resistance, which prompted her to reach toward his covered crotch. She gently gripped him through the fabric, feeling the stir and movement to confirm her instincts. His arousal began to unsheathe beneath his Jedi robes. Smiling softly, the young Padawan glanced up at her Master who stared back at her with a stoic, yet warming gaze.

As much as she was loyal to the Jedi Order and the Republic, she put the Force before any organization or government, and her Master was one of the truest followers of the Force that she knew. The Force had willed this and so long as it continued to do so, Jessi was more than happy to have her depths filled by her Master's cock.

 

Spoiler

 

Edited July 8 by Sultry Sabria

[Sultry Sabria]

⭐PICTURE SET!!!⭐(Warning: Incest)

 

This is one of my few picture sets that does not feature a Monster or any unusual humanoids. If anything, this is a prelude to future events involving this Witchy duo though I haven't decided in what direction to go...at least not yet. So what do I think of incest? Obviously, I do not condone it or any other illegal activities in real life. For story driven purposes, I will entertain the topic and apply it here and there, thus I have a mild attraction towards it. I treat many of the controversial kinks in stories like salt.: "Put too much in, it becomes bitter and inedible. Put the right amount in, it can enhance the flavor."

This Mother and Daughter story was lengthy (the longest one yet) and challenging to write but I am pleased with the end result. Most incest stories are written for shock factor and tickling that lewd button. I always strive to find a deep connection between the partners, making the story meaningful and more impactful. The idea of a Mother stepping further beyond the limits to comfort and love her daughter in a more intimate manner was both beautiful and illicit. But I wanted to create a reason for the act to happen. I'm not a fan of character 1 being horny, character 2 is also horny, BOOM! Sex Scene! Nope. I don't like to write like that. I want purpose. Reason. An understanding as to why the sex scene is happening. The last thing I want my picture sets to feel like, are poorly acted Pornos. Hopefully those who read will not only understand where I'm coming from, but will feel the connection between these two characters. You may notice as you read, that I shifted the narrative perspective from daughter to mother a couple times. That was intentional. Can't say it works but I'm no expert when it comes to writing.

Sorry to you Futa Fans out there. Initially, I had thought of the Mother using magic to conjure a magical cock to fuck her daughter with but decided against it. I feel the need to enjoy making these picture sets and I know that if I did go through with it, I would not want to post them. But, I was raised with the phrase: "Never say never." So maybe in the future I will but for now, I stand by with my decision. No chicks with dicks. Not my thing. Anyways, I hope you enjoy Celeste and Olivia Bellwether's set. I can't wait to post more about these two.

"The Power Within"
By Sultry Sabria

 

Spoiler

Olivia hurried through the front door in a desperate attempt to not be seen by her mother. She dropped her school bag by the entrance and rushed for the stairs. Luck was not in her favor as her mother was sitting in the living room, reading a book. She tried not to make eye contact with her. The rage, embarrassment and  shame she felt were almost unbearable at that moment.

As expected, she had turned her gaze from the book towards her, "Hey honey, how was-'' She had stopped herself when it was made abundantly clear that she was in emotional distress. "What's wrong?"

The teenager chose to ignore her mother, hurrying up the wooden stairs with loud thuds. She could hear her mother call out to her but she paid no attention. As soon as she reached the top, she bolted for her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. She cussed silently that she didn't have a bedroom lock. This old house certainly could use some updates. She made her way to her bed, flopping down onto it before allowing her emotions to be released. The public humiliation at school, released silent sobs of embarrassment into her dark pillow . She did not want to talk to her mother about it or anyone for that matter. It was mortifying. The teenage Goth's mind raced with thoughts of outrage and anger, but also a sense of shame and self-doubt.
 

Olivia had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Those bitches took her school journal. They began to read it aloud for all to hear in front of her locker. Olivia stood there, red-faced and helpless, as her classmates erupted into laughter, jeering and taunts thrown her way. A particular page they read was about her most intimate experiences with herself while fantasizing about Aiden. It made her feel so violated and naked. The journal was a private place for her, a haven where she could pour out her deepest thoughts and desires. She never thought anyone would ever read it, especially without her permission.

 

These thoughts swirled in her mind as she sobbed, clutching her pillow tightly. She shut her eyes tightly and grit her teeth hard as if fighting the tears from coming out, but they flowed out even with the resistance.
 

Just then, she heard a gentle knock on her door. "Liv, can I come in?" Celeste's voice called out softly.
 

She didn't respond, hoping her mother would take the hint and leave her alone. But Celeste was persistent, and gently pushed the door open with a loud creak.
 

"Oh honey, what's wrong?" She asked, approaching the bedside and sitting down next to her.
 

The teen didn't answer, but her body language spoke volumes. She wrapped her arms tighter around her pillow, curling up into a ball. Celeste reached out and gently rubbed her back. The young woman felt the touch of encouragement but also of compassion and patience.
 

"Whatever it is, I'm here for you," she whispered, continuing to provide comfort with her touch.
 

It took a few moments for her to compose herself, but when she finally spoke, the words poured out in a torrent of emotion.
 

"They took my journal at school today. They took it and read it out loud, in front of everyone. They laughed, they pointed at me, they called me names." Olivia's voice was shaky and her eyes welled up with fresh tears. "I feel so violated, mom. I can't believe they did that to me."

She could feel her mother's tender hands caress her back in an attempt to soothe her. It wasn't working. The embarrassment still felt like a burning fire inside of her chest. A wave of anguish and humiliation swept over her, and the walls of her bedroom seemed to close in on her. What could possibly make things better after such a dreadful experience?
 

"Oh, baby," Celeste murmured softly, now stroking her hair soothingly. "Why don't you tell me what happened? Maybe if we talk about it, you'll feel better."
 

Olivia shook her head vehemently, still clinging to her pillow as if it were the only thing left in the world that she could trust. There was a very long silence, where she was allowed to pour out her anguish while her mother respectfully allowed her to release the emotions. That was one thing she appreciated about her mother; she was a patient woman. She lost track of time but eventually, she lifted herself from her pillow which was now stained with her tears and mascara. She couldn't see herself, but she felt like a mess. Probably looked like it too. She contemplated getting up to go to the bathroom to clean herself up but her endearing mother tenderly placed her hands upon her shoulders.

"Shhh, it's okay Liv." She said softly, her blue eyes meeting with her own. "Tell you what, why don't we have a special Mother/Daughter night? We’ll make it a special event." She smiled brightly, her clean teeth contrasting well with her dark lipstick. "Does that sound good?"

The goth girl shrugged, still feeling pitiful and defeated after her school encounter. "Sure, I guess." She said nonchalantly. Despite this, her mother's smile widened and she felt her matron hands slide down her arms before grabbing her palms.

"Come with me." Celeste encouraged as she stood up from Olivia's bed, pulling her daughter gently up with her.
 

She led her to the master bedroom, where the atmosphere was considerably different. While Olivia's room was dark that matched her gothic lifestyle, hers had a mixture of grace, elegance while maintaining the dark Victorian aesthetic. The walls were painted a deep shade of violet embellished with a mural depicting mythical creatures drawn with an intricate detail. The tall, four-poster bed dominated the space with its shimmering silver sheets, pearl colored drapes and silken sheets leaving a trail of silk on the floor. Several of the same scented candles were through the bedroom and lit, immediately hitting the teen's nostrils with that wonderful scent of lavender. This room certainly displayed Celeste's sophistication and taste.

She loved coming into her mother’s room sometimes, especially after a hard day. Lavender helped to soothe her, and her mother knew this. It made sense for her to be encouraged coming here to help her cope and bring peace upon herself. When she was little and playing ‘Hide and Go Seek’, she would always be drawn to this room to hide for the sole purpose of the Lavender scented candles and marveling at her heirlooms and special collectables.

"Sit down, sweetie."

Olivia obliged, sheepishly sitting down on the pearl colored bed coverings before her Mother sat beside her. The young woman was still feeling the weight of embarrassment and sulked as she kept her gaze fixed to the floor. There was a long silence, one that the young woman didn’t wish to break as the sorrow seemed to stay her tongue.

"I was at the crystal shop today, you know the one on Fourth Street?" Celeste said, her voice still gentle and calming. "They have these beautiful opal necklaces that I thought you might like."
 

Nothing. Not even a reaction. The teen still didn’t wish to speak. She knew her Mom was simply trying to change the subject to get her mind off of what happened at school, but she wasn’t sure what could help.

Sighing softly, Celeste reached and carefully gripped her daughter's arm. "Sweetie, I am so sorry for what happened at school today." She said somberly, her thumb tracing small circles on her arm. "But remember, their actions are a reflection of them, not of you. It's important to rise above their narrow-mindedness and be proud of who you are." 
 

The teenager hung her head, before she mumbled in response. "I hate who I am."
 

"Nonsense!" Celeste exclaimed quietly but firmly. "You must never let the opinions of others bring you down. Remember what your father always used to say, 'What people think of you is none of your business. What matters is what you think of yourself.'"
 

Olivia couldn't help but smile a little, recalling her father's wise words. She looked up at her mother and said softly, "I just feel so alone sometimes."
 

Celeste wrapped her arm around her daughter's shoulders and pulled her close. "You are never alone, sweetie. You have me, and I want you to know that I am always here for you." She was pleased to see her sweet girl accept the embrace, though it was still in her reserved nature to express her warm appreciation. As she shared the embrace with her, Celeste considered what she had set out to do ever since Olivia was born. It may seem unethical to tell her during her time of sorrow, but she knew that the power that she wield could certainly benefit her daughter in many ways. Especially in moments of grief.

 

To offer her the gift was something that was not to be done lightly and required a moral sacrifice. She knew that empowering her daughter with the knowledge and ability to harness magic could alter the trajectory of her life. A small portion of her motherly soul told her that Olivia deserved a normal life, that she didn't need magic that would expose her to the dark covenants that would await for her. But as a Witch herself, she understood the calling of the craft, the seduction of the power that it brought. The benefits and pleasures that awaited. She loved her daughter, so why would she wish to rob her of such an extraordinary gift?
 

She gave it much consideration, for what felt like several minutes before she tenderly broke the embrace and looked into the eyes of her saddened daughter. "Livy, I have something to tell you." Her voice was calm and carried a sense of soft resolve. "I wanted to tell you on your eighteenth birthday last month but I didn't feel like you were ready. But I think you are now."
 

Olivia looked at her mother, her curiosity seemed piqued. "What is it, mom?"
 

Celeste took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Have you ever considered how we have come to afford our house, grow enriching crops and still make ends meet without any trouble?"

The teen goth shrugged. "I mean, I never really ever thought of it." She paused as she took it into consideration. "I figured it was the life insurance money from Dad's death or something."

"While that did certainly help , that's not the only reason we've been blessed." Celeste smiled as she trailed her fingers along Olivia's arm. "You know that I am a Witch, right?"
 

A look of shock briefly crossed Olivia's face, before her initial surprise turned to a look of confusion and doubt. "Really, Mom..." She scoffed a little bit at such an idea. "Why would you say that?"
 

"Because it's true. I practice Witchcraft, darling." She paused, her hand still rubbing her arm in a soothing rhythm. "When I was your age, I joined a Coven. I was given powers and abilities beyond my wildest dreams. Our garden thrives even during the harshest of storms, because I have enchanted them. My paintings have sold higher than they are worth because of magically enhanced paint. When was the last time you recall ever being sick?"

Her daughter looked at her with a mixture of disbelief, shock and realization. She watched the young girl try to recall the last time she fell ill or tried to think of a reasonable explanation, but it was clear the result was a befuddled state of insight. The teen hesitated for a moment before responding to her, unsure if this revelation was genuine belief or more doubt.

"I...I guess...it kind of makes sense." She stammered. "I-I-I never considered it before. For a while, I thought it...it was those oils you used but..." She was now at a loss of words.

"Sweetie, those oils were potions, gifts from the Coven I am a part of." She answered in her sweet motherly tone. "They would rapidly heal your cuts and bruises. They prevented you from getting sick and even helped soothe you during your first menstruations." She paused, looking at her with great sincerity. "The point is, there are many things in our lives that we owe our thanks to magic."

She watched as Olivia's eyes widened, understanding dawning on her face. "And there's something else I need to tell you." Celeste continued, her voice growing serious. "The power of magic can be controlled and used for good, but it can also be dangerous."
 

Olivia's heart raced as she stared at her mother. "What do you mean?" she asked, swallowing hard.
 

"I mean that magic is not a toy. It requires responsibility, discipline, and caution." Celeste squeezed her hand, her eyes meeting Olivia's. "You, my dear daughter, have a deep well of power within you as well." She continued. "You have a fraction of that power inside of you that simply needs the spark of awakening." Her hand traveled from her hand to the side of her face, forcing the teenager to look upon her with all the love of a tender parent. "I know this is sudden for you and you are probably conflicted, even terrified of what I am saying."

"A little." She admitted. "You say it can be used for good, but isn't witchcraft like, inherently evil or something?"

A valid concern for certain but the question still triggered an amused chuckle from the older woman. "Evil? Absolutely not. Unethical? Perhaps at times, but it is a choice we make with great care and intention. I choose to use it to benefit our lives and I would hope that you would do the same." She gently brushed aside some of her daughter's strands of hair. "Sweetie, this magic...this path, I am offering to you. It may seem daunting, even frightening, but I promise you, it will change your life in the most wonderful ways. I cannot tell you everything now, but know that you can trust me and that I will be guiding you every step of the way."

She watched her daughter furrow her brows in concern and confusion. Her eyes would shift in contemplative silence as no doubt her mind was reeling with the revelation she had just received. She wondered how long it would take for her to fully understand and accept what it was she had just been told.
 

"Mom, I-I don't know..." Olivia began, her voice trembling slightly. "Magic...it sounds like...insanity. Like...this can't be real."

She nodded, understanding her daughter's concerns. "I was in your place too, where I couldn't accept the idea of magic being a part of this world. It sounded too fake and ridiculous." With her free hand, she lifted her index finger as if to keep her silent. "But all it takes is a little bit of faith to kindle that power inside of you. I took that leap of faith and it landed me with a loving husband, a beautiful daughter and a home I could raise you in."
 

 "You have always been sensitive, more so than the average person. That is a wonderful trait that not many possess. It allows you to feel deeper than most, but it also leaves you exposed and susceptible to pain. I know that life has not been easy for you since your Father died, but you have an unbreakable spirit inside of you. I sensed it long ago when you were born and it remains strong now as it did then. You can harness this power, Liv. I know you can."

There was a long pause. She tried to search for the right words to conclude with. She did indeed, wish for her daughter to have this power, but she also couldn't rob her of her freewill. That was the darker side of magic.

"I'm simply asking you to trust me, should you want this power in your life."

She gazed at her daughter as she was battling her emotions. Fear, curiosity, trust, and perhaps even excitement. Celeste's heart pounded hard against her chest as if trying to escape her ribcage.
 

She was all too aware of the delicate line she was walking with the secrets she held, and the potential fallout that could occur, especially when it would be revealed what she was required to do in order to stir that dormant power inside of her. There were many unethical and immoral rites within the Coven that would cause many to turn their backs. Celeste tried not to think of those who had rejected the Coven's offer.

Finally, Olivia looked at her with a look of uncertainty, nervousness but  also a tiny ember of fascination glittering in her eyes. "How-how can I trust you?" she asked timidly.
 

Her mother smiled warmly, trying not to feel that sting of pain of doubt. "You can trust me, because I am your mother. It is my job to protect you and guide you along the right path, and giving you this choice is a part of that," she assured her. "And if you choose to accept this gift, I promise to be there for you every step of the way, to support you and teach you how to use your powers responsibly."

Surprisingly, Olivia seemed to be comforted by her words. She watched as the young woman formed a nervous smirk before parting her lips to speak, "All right. I trust you, Mom."

With a wide, reassuring smile, Celeste gathered Olivia into a tight embrace. "I promise you, you will not regret it." Her hands massaged her back , settling Olivia into an even deeper comfort before she pulled away slightly and looked her in the eye. "I want you to know, my dear, that this magic - this power - is not just something for show or for use when things get tough. It's a gift, a connection to something greater than ourselves. And with this gift, comes responsibilities." She paused, looking at her intently. "Do you understand?"

She nodded, still apprehensive and nervous.
 

"Some of the practices within this Coven can be considered..." She paused thinking of the right word. "Unorthodox. Especially when it comes to igniting the power within you." Celeste said with such confidence and a hint of sultry innuendo. She placed her hand on the baggy pant leg of Olivia's goth attire and gently stroked it up and down. "You will have to trust me as I guide you through this."

The matron woman watched the goth girl’s eyebrows raise and her gaze shifted to her hand as it skimmed up and down her leg. Her eyes and mind seemed to be racing with shock and questions. One of those questions became vocal.

"Mom, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
 

"Just relax, honey. Trust me." Celeste whispered, her voice low and seductive.
 

The hand on her leg brushed against the groin of her baggy goth jeans. Despite her motherly instincts compelling her not to go through with this, Celeste could feel from touching her daughter the dormant energy that stirred inside of her. It was going to take much of her energy to transfer in order to awaken her core but she could handle it, but Olivia would need to be willing. It took both individuals being in sync for this type of energy transfer to be successful. The Mother Witch gave her a reassuring smile, hoping to relieve some of the tension growing fast in her gut. She also didn't want her daughter to just outright panic or refuse. She needed to take this slow and steady.

"I know this is different, but I promise it will help you unlock your powers. Our most powerful spells are cast during moments of intimate connection. It's how we can channel our energy effectively and cast stronger spells." Celeste reassured her, her eyes filled with a sincerity that spoke volumes. "This is one of the unorthodox practices I mentioned earlier. By sharing our energy and bodies, you can tap into something deeper within yourself."

Olivia looked as if she was struggling to react in protest or in surprised bliss as her experienced hands continued to rub between her legs against the thick fabric of her jeans. She watched as her daughter's innocence was slowly and gradually being taken with each stroke of her fingers. She felt a pang of guilt, and yet it was the only way for her potential to ignite. Still, her motherly instincts prompted her to slow down, causing the teen to catch her breath from the mixture of apprehension and enjoyment.

"But," Her mother whispered. "I do not wish to make you uncomfortable. If you ask of me, I will stop and you do not have to travel this path. You don't have to follow in my footsteps."

The Goth teen considered her words, offering her a chance to opt out. Power. Witchcraft. All of it was available to her. She could use magic, just like in the fantasy stories she read when she was younger. She could be a Witch. It was unbelievable...or was it? She didn't know what to think as she felt her mother's hand continue to caress her through her jeans, but there was something inside of her that yearned for more. Maybe it was the curiosity she held for the unknown or the desire to explore the world of magic and witchcraft. Whatever it was, she couldn't deny the warmth building up in her as her mother continued to carefully touch her. She looked into her mother's eyes and saw a deep level of sincerity and love, as if she truly believed in what she was doing. And with that thought, Olivia felt herself relax a little, allowing her to take in the sensations her mother was providing her.

Her mind began to sow seeds of doubt in an attempt to course correct. What if she was wrong, or worse, what if she was lying? Would she lie to her own daughter, simply to get into her pants? It didn't make sense. Everything was so twisted and messed up. It was wrong, so very wrong to be feeling this way about her own mother the more she was being rubbed by her. She certainly did love her but it wasn't supposed to be like this.

The flames of desire began to grow at her depths, causing her dark mascara eyelids to become heavy with growing lust. "Oh, mom..." She responded in a breathy whisper, her body tensing with anticipation as the final mental barriers of resistance seemed to collapse all around her. She kept her eyes closed, embarrassed by the words and tone that had just escaped her dark lips. 

 

"Alright, sweetie. We shall proceed with this spell." Celeste whispered as she pulled apart the zipper and slipped her hand inside the heated fabric of her daughter's underwear.  Olivia trembled, her eyes fluttering shut as her mother's warm fingers found her soaking core. She felt a rush of liquid heat flood her senses as her expertly manicured nails grazed her tender flesh, eliciting a gasp from the teenager. "Come here and give your mother a kiss."

She couldn't describe it. She couldn't figure out what compelled her to obey her mother to such a degree. Without a hint of hesitation, shocking the goth teen, she closed her eyes and leaned in to lock lips with her mother. To add more to the surprise, her matron tongue slipped past her dark lips to meet with hers, causing the young woman to tremble. The realization that her tongue was dancing and twisting with that of her own mother, in a way that could only be described as erotic, was overwhelming. Was this really happening? Was she truly letting her mother, her own flesh and blood, touch her like this, passionately exploring her innermost and most intimate places, while their tongues wrestled and their lips softly caressed each other? These thoughts raced in her mind, but they were no match for the growing excitement her body stirred. Their kiss went on and on, tapping into the teenage girl's desires that surged with lust.

Their lips smacked and danced together as they put aside their doubts, embracing the passion that was building within them. Olivia moaned against her mother 's mouth, as her fingers explored between her legs, gently parted her folds with each subtle movement against her darkened damp panties.  Her mind still tried to wrap around the reality  that her mother was touching her like this, but her body no longer cared about the implications. The throbbing in her core grew stronger, demanding more, as she ground herself against the insistent hands that reached into her goth inspired jeans.

 

Finally, their lips parted. For the first time ever, the eighteen year old goth looked upon her Mother's face and saw how turned on she was, eyes glossed over with lust and desire. She leaned in, giving her a stare that seemed to reflect years of repressed passion, likely due to her commitment to never remarry and remain loyal to her late husband. It was a look that both scared and excited her.

"This is just the beginning, Livy." Her mother spoke softly as her hands gripped her dark shirt. "Let's get you more comfortable."

 

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Edited yesterday at 03:28 PM by Sultry Sabria

[TheRegularFapp]

Never knew how much I’ve wanted to see goth mommy lesbian action until now

[TheRegularFapp]

Is this ever going to lead to Liv being taught to fuck monsters by Celeste cause that would be amazing 

[Sultry Sabria]

10 hours ago, TheRegularFapp said:

Is this ever going to lead to Liv being taught to fuck monsters by Celeste cause that would be amazing 

 

I mean, the title of the post is called "Monster Mash". We shall see how things turn out. 😊😉

[Sultry Sabria]

⭐PICTURE SET!!!⭐

 

I have a busy weekend coming up so I may as well post my next one now. Our beloved Robot Mechanic, Ryn Echo, has some fun with two of her returning clients after they finish dropping off a delivery to her. The story is short and simple and for good reason. I'm still working out the world building of this universe and adding little things here and there to establish her backstory and her goals. I don't plan to make these stories with Ryn too detailed and deep, just enough to enhance the illicit scenes. Will there be a build up? A showdown? A climactic end? I'm not sure yet. I'm always open to suggestions if anyone has ideas.

The robot models you may recognize as they are from the previous Sims games. They had been converted and made available by Gauntlet101010 to whom I thank for his willingness to make these outfits. You can find his work and downloads on his Deviantart page here. Keep in mind, just like Modella, I had to make adjustments to the outfits to allow the penis to appear using CAS Tools and you will need a special mod in order to make it appear. You can find it here.

And with that, I bid you a fond farewell. Enjoy the weekend! Until next time!

"The Monthly Check Up"
By Sultry Sabria

 

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The day was long and grueling. Working on a Vanguardian 23 model was both complex and tedious. Too many security components to disable before she could even begin unscrewing the access panels to inspect the internal circuitry and hydraulic systems. This particular model was a discarded VIGILANT prototype and the more she worked on it, the more she began to understand why it was rejected. Who the hell designed this thing? Sloppy transfer valves. No organization to the sensory disks. And there was of course the untested Ultra Boards that seemed to be the root of the problem. Amateur engineering. With the list of issues, a small part of her wanted to conclude that this model was a lost cause. Still, leave no potential robot ally behind. Even if she failed to replace everything, she could get inside its memory core or attempt to reactivate him. Surely there would have to be secrets that ARC could use in the rebellion.

As her hands were buried in the awkward chest of the model, she successfully unscrewed the last bolt she had been working on for the past five minutes but not before losing her grip of her tool hearing it clang into the mess of wires and tubes.

"Shit." She growled quietly.
 

She didn't want to ruin her chance in unlocking its potential by accidentally causing harm to its internal systems. She peered inside to see if she could see it but it was lost in there, somewhere. She would have to disassemble the chest piece and the Light Infusion Engine Core, or Life Core as many mechanics called it, in order to retrieve the lost tool. Not like it wasn't going to happen anyways. Now she was just short of a tool.

Just as she was about to stand up to retrieve another screwdriver, she heard the side door to her shop knock before it opened.

"Ryn, we brought you more Z-13 Stabilizers." A familiar voice called out.

She gave a small smirk before halting her progress to retrieve more tools and swiveled in her chair to see the two recognized robots enter her shop; her longtime friends, R8S-23 and H-Z3. It was common for humans, especially those loyal to Arc, to not refer to them by their number as it was often associated with their enslavement while under VIGILANT. So "Rates and Haze" were their preferred names, granted to them by their closest allies.

"Hi Rates. Hi Haze." She smiled before pointing over to a pile of boxes. "Just set them over there if you don't mind."

The two mechs dutifully complied and deposited the boxes on the floor with care. Ryn admired them. She remembered the first time they were brought to her father before she took ownership of the shop. Rates was formerly a Maintenance worker at Gateway City, mindlessly repairing and maintaining the city's infrastructure. He was brought to their shop with a damaged Life Core, unconscious and barely holding together. When her father brought him back, he recalled a vivid memory of his boss blaming him for mishandling the electrical grid, causing a blackout at the President's banquet. He wasn’t sure if he was manually shut down or if more dastardly methods were used to disable him. A damaged Life Core seemed to support the more vile scenario.

Haze was one of the newer aviation models at the time, tasked by VIGILANT to clean the windows to the grand skyscrapers of Gateway City. The designer of the model equipped them with Repulsor jetpacks and outdated Stabilizers to maneuver and to better reach higher areas, but VIGILANT discontinued the production and servicing of this model when it had become obsolete to newer versions. Haze, like many others, was labeled to be incinerated, to prevent them from being auctioned off in the Black Market and for a chance for their enemy to apprehend them. Her friend was considered one of the lucky ones to evade that extermination order. Very few of his models were left.

Once she took ownership of her father's shop, the two robots began to develop more personality and awareness, especially after joining ARC to oppose their former masters. Now, they work as scavengers and informants for the rebellion while Ryn modifies and upgrades them to fit their new lives.

 

"So, Ryn, what do you have for us today?" Rates asked, his optic sensors gleaming with curiosity as he looked at the unfinished bots strewn about her shop.

 

"Well, I have a 23 model that I'm trying to reactivate here," She replied, gesturing to the disassembled robot on her workbench. "But it can wait. Any news from Harbinger?"

Rates shook his blocky head. "Not today, I'm afraid. VIGILANT has been more careful lately."

Ironic, coming from them, Ryn thought to herself. She stood up and brushed her hands together as if signaling her time with the 23 model was concluded for now.

"Well, as soon as I find something out about this big guy here," She gestured with her head once more on her project. "That might change." She placed her hands on her hips as she looked at her two friends, reflecting on the memory of them first arriving when she was but a little girl. "If things have been quiet, I assume everything is good on your end?"

"Certainly." Haze replied, his Tone Calibrator showing off its age with a hint of static that came and went. She would need to get that changed for him later. "Work has been steady and ARC projects that the next big offensive will take place in approximately 138 days."

"That soon huh?" She averted her gaze to Rates. "How's Allison?"

"Oh, she is doing wonderfully." He said with a hint of pride in his tone. "She is certainly beyond satisfied with the enhancements you have installed."

Ryn casted her eyes down at the pelvic regions of the two robots, where she had worked on about a year ago. "So, they are functioning properly huh?"
 

Their phallic attachments lay hidden beneath the metallic panels of their pelvises. Both had requested it shortly after the Neuro-transmitter X had been released to the public in the Underbog. It was designed for the androids and robots to experience senses and emotions beyond their initial programming, including pleasure. With the right modifications and a little ingenuity, she like many other skilled mechanics were able to construct the necessary tools for their allied mechs to experience pleasure and orgasms. Though many used synthetic gelatin or a water based lubricant, there were some who opted to use real semen donated by those who sympathized with Arc.

This helped solidify Rates and Allison's friendship and attraction into a loving relationship. The young human female worked at ARC headquarters as one of the intelligence analysts and dispatchers. It was a woman Ryn was proud to call an ally and a friend. She was happy for the two.

Haze, from what she knew, wasn't in a relationship but from what she heard from him, has had plenty of chances to test his functions on some of the ladies at the bars and brothels. Even she herself has had the privilege of testing out his tool, as is the case after each installation she does. In fact, it was part of the reason why they were here. Not just for the delivery. The three had made it a regular activity to meet up at least once a month to not only make certain that their hardware and components were functioning properly, but to have her enjoy their tools to the utmost satisfaction. It was an activity they mutually enjoyed together.

"That's good to hear." Ryn smiled. "Are they expecting you back anytime soon?"

Haze gave what sounded like a chuckle, which for a robot was a series of electronic vibrations. "No. As usual, we chose to take our break after the delivery to you."

"We have an hour." Rates followed up with a pleasing tone.

Just as doctors ask for a check up on their patients, so too did she with her mechanical family. Almost at the same time, the two robot's pelvises whirred softly before the housing panel slid open for their phallic attachments to emerge. Ryn's eyes sparkled as she took in the sight of the two devices that she helped design and install.

Biting her lower lip, she knew that as soon as she was done checking on their condition, functionalities and power levels, the three would engage in their monthly recreational threesome. It was even something Allison was aware of and permitted Rates to indulge in. Ryn certainly would have to do something nice for her sometime. Not many women were open minded enough to allow their boyfriends to fool around with other women, but this clearly was a special exception.
 

"Alright, let's get started then. I want to ensure everything is still working properly for both of you." She started with a hint of excitement. "Afterwards, we'll have some fun."

 

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Edited July 12 by Sultry Sabria

[PrinceCaeli]

😍 I am so glad I am not the only one. I've been making so many monsters lately, I love this.

[Sultry Sabria]

⭐PICTURE SET!!!⭐

 

I don't like spiders, yet for some very, very strange reason, the idea of being fucked by one has always sparked mixed feelings of dread, anxiety and arousal for me. *shivers* Gives me the creeps, but I suppose some people can look at it in a good way, right? But fear not, you Arachnophobes, there's not really a spider in this set. Just a deadly experimented B.O.W. that was injected with the T-Virus and spliced with spider DNA. That's all! Naomi Garrison returns, having recovered from her Zombie gangbang and venturing deeper into the Umbrella Facility. What lies ahead will test her courage and resolve.

This story was so fun to write, that I may have gotten a little bit carried away in it's length. This one is the longest I have written yet and quite honestly, I don't regret it. A part of me has considered to stop writing these prologues that builds up to the sexy bits. I'm not sure if most people even read them or find them good. I would like to think some of you do and appreciate the effort I put into them, but i also wouldn't blame anybody if they choose to skip it and get to the kinky stuff. I personally love build up. If there is anything I love more than erotica, it's character build up and development leading into the naughty bits. I'm going to try not to make anymore stories that I write this long, but once you get started in writing, sometimes you just can't stop.

I got rid of the sunglasses because I felt like it lessened her as a character. Who wears sunglasses indoors? Though, to be fair with myself, I had initially intended to have most of the scenes take place outdoors before I chose to have everything take place in an Research Facility. Making this monster was challenging, originally not bothering with the spider legs as I felt that they would look clunky and stiff, but I am very surprised how much it enhances the dread and disturbing imagery of this set. My only one regret is that I didn't use more webs to get a creepier environment. Oh well. Hope I didn't creep out too many of you.

"Codename: Ettercap"
By Sultry Sabria

 

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Naomi's body was aching as she continued down the laboratory hall. Pistol in hand as she continued her search to find a way out of this hellhole, her mind attempted to collect what the fuck just happened back there in that study. Her mind was in constant conflict as there were multiple sides of her that seemed to represent her emotional state. Horror. Disgust. Pleasure. Confusion. Intrigue. There were so many emotions that it left her overwhelmed. When the zombies finished and left her there spent, exhausted and filled with their lifeless semen, she did nothing. She simply lay there, staring at the pile of her discarded clothes, gear and pistol that she willingly stripped off as her body instinctively gave in to the sexual demands brought about by the virus.

It was like her brain had shut off the moment they presented themselves to her. As if all moral and logical reason was forcefully pulled from her subconsciousness and all that was left was the natural and primal urge to copulate with these former human beings. She couldn't stop herself. She didn't want it to stop. The two zombies, later joining a third, each penetrating her body with cold, lifeless intensity as the thrill and pleasure swept over her. She could feel herself being pulled further down, into a world of sensations that were dark, macabre, and twisted. Yet, she found herself unable to resist the urge to give in. It was the aftermath where she felt like her mind had returned and a renewed determination to escape this place.

She had picked herself up, wanting so desperately to shower herself up but knew that the possibility of that happening was going to be likely impossible. After several moments of mental preparation, she collected her clothing, her gear and pistol before inspecting the room. There were weapons displayed on the wall, but none of them were loaded and there was no ammunition to be found. Just her luck. In case she did come across any, she had slung the shotgun over her shoulder. The other door was locked and the card reading panel was damaged. The only way out was to go back the way she came, and it was likely the direction the zombies went.

Now back in the labyrinth of the laboratory, Naomi tried to remain focused. She kept her eyes forward, her pistol ready and her mind centered.  She carefully turned a corner and retracted the moment she saw the familiar figures of the three lumbering undead who only an hour ago had violated her. She pressed her back against the wall, closing her eyes and trying to fight the wave of emotions and memories  that threatened to overwhelm her. Fear. Shame. But there was something else too, something that she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was like a hunger, a need, a desire that seemed to come from deep within her very being.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts and focused on the task at hand. She couldn't let herself be distracted by the past, she needed to focus on the present and find a way out of this place. But they were in her way. She wanted to go in the direction they were going. She gripped her pistol and took a few steady breaths. It was time to put these things to rest.

Her military training kicked in and she swiftly turned the corner and took aim with her firearm. She had to be quick or she would risk falling prey to the effects of the E-Virus again. She aligned her sight on the first zombie's head, already feeling a pulling resistance to not fire upon it. She wasn't certain if it was the virus or feeling a hint of pain for having to end its miserable existence. She grit her teeth and pulled the trigger. The gunshot rang out loudly, echoing throughout the halls. The first zombie fell, it was the older looking one. A large hole appeared in the center of the back of it's head before giving a low gasp and collapsing to the ground. The other two zombies turned in her direction, their faces shifting as if to express their curiosity and surprise lackadaisically.

As quick as she could, she aimed and quickly fired upon the next one, the one with the missing arm. The second shot rang out and echoed through the long, empty corridors as the bullet pierced the zombie's skull, dropping it dead to the floor. The last of the three remained motionless, seemingly in deep thought. The zombies were slow, and not particularly dangerous on their own. But in numbers, they could be overwhelming and a real threat. Naomi knew better than to let her guard down. She positioned herself, keeping her pistol steady, aiming straight for the final zombie's head. Her resolve seemed to be returning after taking those two shots that it seemed so much easier to finish off the final one.

The third one collapsed after taking the final shot. She released a very loud sigh of relief, feeling the effects of the E-Virus dissipating as quickly as it had arrived the first time she encountered them. She cautiously approached the naked zombies, knowing the headshots are a sure way to end their existence but still felt apprehension to move forward without checking to make sure her shots struck true. Her mind had been affected and altered due to this virus the doctor injected into her and she didn't know what kind of mental toll it would have on her.

"I suppose they outlived their usefulness."

Naomi closed her eyes and frowned heavily as she had almost completely forgotten about the cameras and the ever so pestering voice of Lurtz.

"Still, their services were very much appreciated. I took no joy in seeing them succumb to the effects of the T-Virus." The Doctor stated through the speakers. "Tell me, what was it like to experience them at their purest? You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself back there in that study."

She swallowed hard, wanting to scream at him and counter his taunts with anger but decided it was best not expose herself in the state she was in. Besides, who knew what resided in these halls? She had the sense she was being followed a couple hours ago and that feeling had not left her yet. Instead, she looked to spot the camera pointed at her. She glared at the lens before moving past the fallen corpses and down the hallway.

"Not so talkative right now? A shame. I was hoping to get answers from you for my notes." There was a long pause as she continued down the hallway. "You can trust me in my discretion, Ms. Garrison. Anything you have to say shall not leave these premises."

The last thing she wanted to do was give him any semblance of acknowledgement. He would try and get in her head, have her say things she would regret later. She was already feeling conflict and  confusion about what was happening to her and the last thing she needed was for him to try and exploit that. She could hear the curiosity in his tone and wondered what kind of sick experiment he was creating here. As she continued down the vast halls for what felt like hours, the Doctor continued to comment on her choice of directions and lightly persisted in gaining her feedback on the virus and the zombies. The only hint of acknowledgement she gave him was a few glares at the peeping cameras as she passed them.

"Oh come now, you women always have something to talk about in social norms, why should this be any different?" The doctor continued to loom over her every step through the cameras. "As I have said before, your well being is very important to this research. The further you venture blindly into this facility, the more you risk exposing yourself to harm."

As she came to the end of the hall, she turned the corner carefully and could see what looked to be a massacre down the dimly lit halls. Umbrella Scientists lay dead or scattered in a massacre . Their limbs were strewn across the hall as if a battle had occurred there. A cold chill had spread up Naomi's spine, her eyes searching for any signs of life, or undeath.

It was enough to break her silence. She stared at the camera that immediately turned in her direction. "What the hell happened here?"

The camera lens shifted, an indicator that it was zooming in on her. "Oh, so now you wish to talk? I must say, Ms. Garrison, your social skills could use improvement. Your pragmatic personality is an asset in your line of work, but sometimes I worry about your ability to form relationships. I'm not saying that we have to be friends, but a little small talk never hurt anyone, no?"

She huffed a bit, turning her head around the corner once more to make certain nothing was moving among the bodies and wreckage of tables and medical gear. Naomi didn't know if it was Zombies or something worse that could have caused this. A brief examination from this distance told her that chances were this was the work of something bigger and more feral. She flinched when she heard what sounded like a distant snarl from that direction. It sounded akin to a wild animal, like the snarl of an Alligator.

Her training told her that despite the danger that lay ahead, she needed to venture down there. However, the tone in the Doctor's voice caused Naomi to wonder if he was genuine in her safety, despite his evil intentions. Scientists were extremely predictable in that way. Whatever things lurked in this hellscape, he knew of them and their capabilities. He would know which ones were unstable, feral and downright dangerous. He also knew the safer passages. But she couldn't trust him. He put her in this position in the first place. The last thing she wanted was to participate in what was obviously a fun experiment. But she also couldn't rely on her intuition and skills, not in a place so foreign and unpredictable as this. Perhaps there could be a compromise.

Looking back at the camera, she brought her pistol down at a low ready. "How do I know that you aren't just setting me up for something?" She paused. "I have very little reason to trust you. You did put me in here with very little to keep me alive."

"The E-Virus is the only thing that may keep you alive." Lurtz stated in an amused tone. "But, despite my confidence in the virus' capabilities, there is still much I have yet to deduct from its effects."

She scoffed. "So you need me. I'm your little lab rat."

"Metaphorically and literally." He answered. "This laboratory is vast and has exactly fifteen sectors, each focusing on a specific branch of genetic modification. You can most certainly try to tackle this endeavor on your own and risk encountering more of our test subjects intimately with unknown consequences, or you can accept my guidance and in exchange, provide me  with some insight into the effects of the E-Virus on your body."
 

Naomi narrowed her eyes at the screen, her body writhing in internal turmoil. On one hand, she wanted nothing more than to escape this nightmarish facility as fast as possible. On the other hand, she knew that she couldn't take on the dangers that lurked beyond these halls alone. She took a deep breath, her mind working furiously to consider Dr. Lurtz's offer. She wanted to tell him to fuck off and that she would tackle this challenge on her own. Oh, she wanted to so badly.

"I'll give this one to you for free." The doctor said before she could muster up a defensive response. The camera turned away from her and aimed in the direction of the opposite direction of the hall. "Go left. It is...less dangerous."

She looked down the hall. It was darker and more ominous than the bloodbath she gazed upon a few seconds ago. There were flicking hall lights that attempted to light the path but ultimately  cast long and creepy shadows. The sounds of something scurrying and growling were coming from somewhere nearby. Her fear connection told her that she couldn't stay here for long. Even if she could stomach staying, the suspense alone would make her crazy.
 

She glanced back at the camera, judging Dr. Lurtz's words against the visuals of the area. Whatever instructor he was trying to be, she had to shake off her frustration because she felt like she was being sent on a suicide mission.

"Have we an agreement then, Ms. Garrison?"

She sighed, turning back to see the bloodied hallway, the path she had come from and then the recommended darker corridor. A part of her wanted to turn back around and try another different hall, but that could take too long. She was getting tired and a little bit hungry. If the doctor knew the facilities and was genuinely concerned for her life, she had to play along. What choice did she really have? Very little it would seem.

"Fine." She answered reluctantly. "But understand this: Your research and experiments can all go to hell. I will not hesitate to open fire and kill whatever is thrown at me."

"We shall see."

Naomi took a moment to breathe and prepare herself for the path ahead before she readied her pistol and cautiously proceeded into the darker corridor. The hallway was long, narrow, and dimly lit, with lab doors scattered down the hall. She could hear clawing sounds coming from behind some of these sealed doors, as if some of the BOW's within were aware of her presence. She was thankful that the doors were locked but despite that relief, she still could see clear indications of blood, claw marks and death upon the long hallway. Her heart jumped when she heard the whirring of a camera on the wall, turning in her direction. The doctor was persistent to keep his eyes on her.

"I assure you, it is safe for the time being." His words did not bring her comfort. "I think this is the perfect opportunity to provide me with answers to questions regarding the E-Virus, no?"

She grit her teeth and quietly groaned. Lets see him come here risking his life while she observes from a safe distance and prattles on about her interests, she thought to herself. Obviously, this was a conversation she not only didn't wish to have with him but it was also dangerous to be distracted.

"I disagree." She replied. "You keep jabbering like this, I could lose focus."

"I assure you, the B.O.W.s will not breach the lockdown. Not unless I want them to."

"What happened here anyways?"

"Ah ah ah, Ms. Garrison." He scolded her like a child. "Information for information. A reasonable trade, yes?"

Groaning in frustration, and making it clear to him that she was annoyed with his persistence, she lowered her firearm and glanced back at the camera to show off her irritation.

"Fine, what do you want to know?"

His voice chuckled from the intercom and echoed down the dark hall, creating an eerie and dreadful feeling. "That's more like it." He sounded like your traditional Nazi from film and tv. "As I had observed you and the Zombies back at the study, not only was I impressed with their stamina and cognitive function to perform such intricate positions, but I was equally thrilled with how vocal you were when they pleasured you."

Naomi's heart sank and a wave of embarrassment coursed from her mind all the way down to her fingertips and toes. She nearly dropped the pistol in her hand.

"You seemed so engaged and receptive to their touch. I am curious, when you begged for them to enter you, did you feel it was a genuine request or did you feel it was embedded orders from the effects of the E-Virus ?"
 

Naomi's face turned bright red. She felt violated, having those moments replayed in her mind and being analyzed so coldly by the doctor. She wanted to ignore his question, but she knew that he wouldn't let up until he got an answer.
 

"I-I can't be sure. I don't know if it was me or the virus that made me want them." She answered, trying to keep her voice steady. She kept her eyes away from the camera so as to not show off any hint of weakness. "It felt like my mind was split in two, not in a painful way but more like there were two separate entities in my head. I couldn't tell which one I was in control of, but I certainly didn't have full control of myself. Even though I wanted it to stop..." She shut her eyes and fought back the anguish and embarrassment from remembering the illicit violation with the three Zombies. "I also didn't want it to stop..."

There was a brief pause from the intercom, a moment Naomi was thankful to have as she took that time to recompose herself.

"Hmmm...thank you, Ms. Garrison. Valuable feedback." He responded both coldly and also with a hint of respect. "As for your request to know what awful event transpired here, let us put it simply that we overestimated one of the B.O.W.'s resistances to the T-Virus."

Naomi gave a soft huff before she continued down the hall, aiming her pistol in the direction ahead. "It broke free. You tried to contain it."

"We did contain it," He retorted. "through the lockdown. Unfortunately, that meant that we too were trapped in here with it. Many lives have been lost. Years of research have been wasted. However, I do remain hopeful that something can be gained from this failure."

She shook her head at his callousness. "Forgive me for not shedding a tear for your recklessness and your dead staff members. It's hard to feel sympathy towards those who would create such evil."

"There is beauty to be found in all things, even with the devil, Ms. Garrison."

He's a madman. There was no point in continuing the conversation. Naomi knew that if she continued prattling on with him, she would lose focus and allow her emotions to interfere with her objective. Top priority was to get out of this facility and she would do it with or without his help.

The doctor seemed to have taken the hint that she no longer wished to speak with him because he had been silent for the next hour. Naomi came to a sudden halt when she stepped on something that gave a loud crunch. When she retracted her foot, she glanced down to see the squished remnants of a Tarantula , its black legs twitching horribly. She grimaced, feeling a rush of arachnophobia. She hated spiders. Through the narrowly dimmed lights, she could make out sporadic movements of more spiders scattered about the path. Webs could be seen in the crevices and corners of the hall and scattered equipment that was abandoned. She shivered.

"You have got to be kidding me..." She uttered quietly. Her mind was racing, her heart pounding. She could face off against Zombies, Hunters, and Lickers without breaking a sweat, but when it came to spiders  , she was a five-year-old girl, with a shudder and a scream. She never thought that she would find herself in a place where spiders would be her biggest fear. It seemed like a sick joke from the doctor.
 

"Nothing to worry about, Ms. Garrison," a voice echoed in her earpiece. "Those spiders are harmless. I assure you, they won't hurt you."
 

"Really?" she asked, trying to sound more sarcastic than scared.
 

She glanced around, her eyes straining to see anything that might give away the lie the doctor told her. All she saw was a sea of darkness, broken by the occasional burst of neon lights emanating from the lab doors lining the walls. The spiders scuttled over the ground, seemingly indifferent to her presence.

"It would seem something broke containment for these simple arachnids." He said as a nearby camera scoped near her location. "And it looks like they had multiplied quite rapidly than I could have predicted."

She shuddered as she attempted to brave the path ahead. "Due to your experiments?"

"On the contrary, I haven't tampered with them at all, though they were due to undergo testing before all hell broke loose." In a strange way, his voice helped to distract her from the unnerving creatures, as she carefully stepped over and around them, trying not to disturb their path. "A shame we have not been able to tap into their full potential."

Keeping her gun trained ahead, she shifted her sight from the dark hallway ahead to the ground floor in an attempt not to step on or go near anymore of the creeping arachnids.
 

"Maybe it's a good thing that you didn't." She muttered, her voice tight with anxiety as she moved forward. She read the Valentine reports during the first contact of Racoon City and the labeled "Webspinners" she combated in the Mansion. She shuddered at the idea of coming into contact with one of those massive spiders. "Um, you didn't...um..."

Almost as if he could read her mind, the Doctor responded, "Rest assured, Ms. Garrison, the few Tarantulas that took the T-Virus with positive results, were taken deep into the caverns for further study. That section of the facility has been locked down and unaffected from the outbreak. I am certain of it."

His words did not provide much comfort as she had hoped, not that she was really expecting comfort from him anyways. The idea that there were still some deep below the facility still caused her heartbeat to elevate and the hairs on her neck to stand on end. She stopped when she noticed that one of the doors that was lined along the hallway had been ripped open. Faint light was shining from the doorway, almost looking like a beacon of safety were it not for the thick webbing that encased around it. She stopped dead in her tracks, aiming her firearm in the direction.

"Lurtz, that door there, where does that lead?"

"Ah ha! What a coincidence!" She heard him exclaim, not liking the sound of his enthusiasm. "It just so happens that there is a keycard in there that we can benefit from."

She shook her head, wanting to officially "Nope" out of this situation. "You're mad if you think I would walk in there. Why do we need a keycard? You opened the door to the study, right?"

"That is correct and while my access is limited, due to the lockdown we require specific authorization in order to reach our destinations."  He informed her, the chill in his voice cut through the silence. "The sooner you grab the keycard, the sooner we can get you away from these arachnids. What say you, Ms. Garrison?"
 

Naomi sighed and shook her head. "It's a trap, isn't it?"

He laughed over the intercom. "If it makes you feel any better, it would have served me little purpose to kill you before reaching this point in our game. The circumstances have not changed. You are more valuable to me alive." He replied. She frowned as she weighed her options. "And to add, how do you say, the cherry on top, I am looking in the office through the cameras and can see no threat."

She shook her head. She couldn't believe she was going to put her trust in this man and walk into a spider web infested office. She quickly moved forward before one of the creepy crawlies decided to take the opportunity to crawl on her boot. With a steady aim and an anxious pep in her step, Naomi approached the opening. Thick strands of spiderweb blocked the entrance, spanning from floor to ceiling. She shuddered as a couple of the hairy spiders slowly crawled upon the sticky surface. Reaching to the back of her belt, she grabbed her combat knife and steadily began to cut her way through, wincing as it stuck to the blade with every slice.

Once she made a large enough clearing, she caught a glimpse to the wall panel that displayed the researcher's name to whom this office belonged to. It read: Dr. Fredrick G. Gallen, Arachnologist. The idea of researching spiders seemed so bizarre to her.

"How do you even know the access card is in here?" She asked, genuinely curious.

The intercom cut out briefly before he responded. "Because I see it on Dr. Gallen's corpse."

She glanced up, to see the camera on the wall of the office, shifting in an awkward direction, upwards. As she turned the corner to follow in the angle the camera lens pointed, she immediately gasped in horror as the dim light of the office revealed a horrific sight. Entangled and clasped to the ceiling in thick webbing, was the decaying figure of a male researcher in a lab coat. His skin had sunken and shriveled against his skeleton, his skull showing off the last moments of agony in fear as he was trapped in the very thing he studied.

He looked as if he had the fluids drained from his body, like a mummified corpse wrapped in a cocoon of webs. A couple of tarantulas shifted and crawled within the webbed coffin, causing her to shiver in dread. There, still clasped to his lab coat and dangling in front of her like a trophy, was the access card.

"These spiders couldn't have done this." She stated in disbelief, staring at the lifeless body of Dr. Gallen. "Something else did this."

"Agreed." Dr. Lurtz responded. "I would advise both caution and haste."
 

His response worried her. He made it sound like he knew exactly what caused this. No time to worry about that right now. One step at a time. She could feel the repulsion and fear building up inside her, reaching out for the access card that hung at the end of a string webbed to the coat. She quickly grabbed it, yanking it away and praying that the decayed body didn't breach the webbing and collapse on her. She stuffed the card in her pocket and turned around to prepare to leave this nightmare, pistol in hand.

"What are you not telling me, Lurtz?" She stared at the camera, gritting her teeth in frustration. "I'm not here to play games."

"I assure you, that if it was-" He suddenly fell silent, causing her heart to drop in dread as it was soon followed up by a faint hissing noise from behind her. "I would recommend that you do not move."

Fuck that! She immediately turned to face whatever it was that lurked behind her. Taking aim with her pistol, she could see faint movement in the thick webbing in the corner of the office. It looked like a nest of some sort. She opened fire, not bothering to discern where it was located exactly. She wasn't sure what she hit or if she even hit it at all. A dark shadow swiftly moved from her sight, followed by an immediate and spine tingling shuffling upon the ceiling, causing her to glance up and fire.

She saw legs. Definitely an arachnid creature of some type. She heard it hiss at her before swiftly coming down towards her. She widened her eyes as its grotesque form struck her, knocking her prone. Gripping the pistol in hand, she tried to aim at the figure now towering over her but it was too fast. It slammed a disturbing clawed foot onto her wrist, causing her to yelp. It was at that moment, she got a full visual of what attacked her.

It was a man...or at least, it used to be a man. Umbrella experimentation with the T-Virus seemed to cross between human and spider. An abomination, a dark distortion of nature, that left her heart filled with terror. The man had fused with the tarantulas, he was now something else. Dark hairs covered his ghastly skin that resembled more of an exoskeleton than flesh. Four massive and elongated spider legs protruded from his back, twitching and shifting unnervingly. The face was the most terrifying thing she could imagine, with spined mandibles jetting out from the edges of his mouth, razor sharp teeth exposed menacingly and the lifeless multiple black eyes encrusted into the tissue of his face stared unblinkingly at her, emotionlessness manifested perfectly. In that instant, she realized that Lurtz knew of this B.O.W.'s presence and had chosen to not make it known to her.

"Lurtz, you bastard!" Naomi screamed. She tried to kick at the monstrosity but found herself immediately thwarted as it latched onto her with its unnaturally strong arms. It forced her to release the gun before grabbing her by the throat and lifting her up. She gasped. "Do something!"

"There is very little I can do. But I would not fret, my dear." His tone sounded cold and inquisitive. "This fine specimen you see, has spliced DNA from the local Tarantulas of this desert mixed with a moderate dose of the T-Virus. A peculiar concoction if I do say so myself."

Naomi struggled against the creature's grip, losing her breath in the process. She felt the fear and dread wash upon her as those massive orbs for eyes examined her. At first, she wasn't certain what the point was the vile Doctor was making, that was until she began to feel the familiar stirrings within her. The very same feelings she felt hours ago with the Zombies.

No, no, no, she pleaded quietly to herself. There's no way she could do this! Her eyes widened.  The E-Virus was coursing through her veins as she felt the stirrings of arousal. The creature was looking at her with its countless black eyes, its grip loosening around her throat. She couldn't believe what was happening, her mind was racing as she tried to fight against the urge to succumb to the virus' influence.

"This is Project 549, Codename: Ettercap." His voice was filled with excitement as he explained this to Naomi in her moment of conflict. "It was a success, until it wasn't. It showed much promise but gradually its intelligence withered until all that was left was a mindless beast. I had thought him contained in the caverns but apparently our Arachnologist had future plans for him. I do apologize."

The Ettercap clicked its fangs as it seemed to anticipate the next move from her. As she was carefully released by the monster, her first thoughts were to reach for her gun and blast away, but just as soon as that idea crossed her mind, it immediately faded as she felt the stirring surge of arousal and warmth spreading throughout her body. No, she had to fight the urge...but it was too strong. She felt her walls were collapsing.

It grabbed her, forcing her to press her back against its coarse chest as its long legs enveloped around her as if to keep her from escaping. She could feel the thudding of its black heart pulsing through its hairy body. She felt her body shivering with fear but her response was different from what she had imagined.

 

The E-Virus had taken control of her response and she could no longer resist the intense pleasure. It lifted one of her legs up, exposing her inner thighs before it reached down to rub against her. She gasped at the sensation, her mind swimming in a pool of ecstasy and fear as the Ettercap touched her. It cupped her mouth with its disgusting elongated fingers, releasing the linger essence of fear into her eyes before she gradually closed them in response to the sensational bliss that was overpowering her.

"It shall be interesting to observe the Ettercap's mating patterns." Dr. Lurtz's voice echoed in her ear as she felt her body finally give into the desire that the E-Virus had planted within her.  What once was fear within every fiber of her being was now immediately replaced with unrestricted lust. "I do suggest, Ms. Garrison, that you do enjoy yourself while the effects last."

 

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Edited July 21 by Sultry Sabria

[Sultry Sabria]

⭐PICTURE SET!!!⭐

 

One of my favorite erotic artists is Alx (Fuckit) and one of the main things he seems to focus on is ruining our childhood with explicit scenes featuring some of our favorite and beloved characters. We all know the famous Rule 34: If it exists, there is porn of it. Well, here I am following in his footsteps, treading into territory I didn't think I would ever consider when it comes to writing and creating illicit scenes. I focus on Monsters, creatures, aliens, etc. and so I figure I would look into worlds and universes where Monsters do exist. I was reluctant to pursue it but eventually, one of my favorite Pixar films growing up came to my mind. Monster Inc. A whole new world on the other side of ours, full of strange Monsters of all shapes and sizes...just waiting for some loving. I saw this option as a prime opportunity to create as many monsters as I want, with all the mods out there.

This was my most recent addition, deciding to create a young woman who discovers this world so that we can revisit for future picture sets and stories. Ellie McDaniel is our lovely girl for this scene and I am absolutely in love with her model. The story I wrote was simple, maybe a little too simple as I kind of felt like I rushed to get her and this Monster to start fucking without having to dive too deeply into exposition. Show, don't tell. Some may ask, is this literally the same Monster World we have come to know and love in Monsters Inc. and Monsters University? I so desperately want to say yes but I kind of want to lean towards no. I don't know, I'm a bit torn. If I stick to it being in same universe as we see in the Pixar movies, then I will have to follow the lore as closely as possible. On the other hand, I get more freedom and creativity if it doesn't. I suppose I could go either way. If any of you have a preference, you can let me know here in the forums or in PM.

On that note, I hope this story isn't too choppy and generic. I wanted to provide more character and detail but my brain had been fried from a long week of work and preparing for Birthdays. Enjoy the Monsters from the closet!

"They came from the closet"
By Sultry Sabria

 

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"Well, that sucked!" Ellie exclaimed as she closed the door behind her and lazily plopped her keys onto the counter.

Her roommate, Brooke, was preparing a salad nearby. A large knife in hand, she was in the process of cutting cucumbers  and adding them to a large wooden bowl. She barely looked up as she greeted her returning friend, "Hey Ellie, it went that good huh?

Ellie heaved a sigh, falling into the comfortable couch. The room she shared with Brooke was small but well-furnished, with an eclectic decorating style that reflected both their personalities. As a graphic designer, Brooke had a talent for combining colors, textures, and patterns that resulted in a harmonious and visually stimulating space. Ellie loved the way it made her feel every time she walked in.

Unfortunately, she couldn't love her very recent experience when it came to tonight's date with Monty. She stared at the ceiling, not breaking her eyes from the low spinning fan. She rolled her eyes, annoyance boiling.

"Hardly." Ellie answered with a groan. "Do men not know how to date anymore? What happened to chivalry? Is it truly dead like everybody says?"
Brooke stopped chopping and turned to face Ellie, resting the knife on the cutting board. "What happened?" she asked, her eyebrow raised in curiosity.

She sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the evening's disappointment settling over her. "He picked a fast-food place for our date. I mean, seriously, what kind of guy does that? We barely got to talk over the loud music and greasy smells." She sat up to glance at her roommate. "I mean, I like Five Guys as much as the next person...but as a first date? What the hell!"

Brooke gave an expression of disbelief and exhaustion. "Oooh, that's bad." She validated. "Tell me that it doesn't get worse."

With a scoff full of frustrated amusement , Ellie proceeded to divulge the entire date as she experienced it. "First and foremost, no gentlemanly qualities. No holding the door open, no manners, no genuine interest in getting to know me. All we talked about were his interests." She sighed heavily, rolling her eyes. "I kid you not, he like, ranted on for half an hour about this new game he's been playing. What used to be a two-person conversation soon turned into a one-man monologue. It was so boring and annoying."
 

Brooke winced in sympathy as she resumed chopping the vegetables. "I'm sorry, girl. That's definitely not how a first date should go. Did he at least pay for your meal?"
 

Ellie chuckled bitterly. "Yeah, he paid. But honestly, I don't care about the money. The experience was just horrible." She slumped on the couch as if she had gone through taking a beating. "Then we went to go see a movie, which honestly is the only good thing I can take from all of this."

Leaning in, her roommate wrapped her arms around her and snuggled her. "Sorry you had an awful experience."

"Thanks." She said, returning the embrace and just laying there with her friend for several quiet minutes. "I've had some bad dates before but THIS takes the cake."

"So...no chance for a second date then." She chuckled.

Scoffing yet again, Ellie rolled her eyes. "Not a chance in hell." She slowly released herself from the comfort of her friend's embrace and stood up. "I mean, I really had high hopes that I was going to have a good time. Fuck, I even wore the new lingerie, hoping that it would help spice things up and make the date more interesting. You know? Make me feel sexy. But even the thrill of wearing them disappeared once I realized Monty was more interested in talking about that video game than me."

"Damn, that sucks." The  disappointment was palpable in Brooke's voice. She leaned forward as she sat on the couch, giving Ellie her full attention. "But hey, you know what? You should treat yourself to something nice after that terrible date. How about a little retail therapy? My treat."

Ellie gave her a grateful smile. "Thanks, Brooke. That's really sweet of you, but I don't think shopping is going to make me feel any better." She shrugged helplessly. "Besides, it's getting late. I might just turn in for the night."

"You do you, sister." The spunky brunette replied as she stood up from the couch. "I'm here if you still wanna talk about it. You know, pour it all out. Get it all off of your chest."

"Thanks." She responded, her mind wandering to her mother's words when it came to finding the right man in her life. She told her that she should find someone who knew who to treat her like a princess, making her feel desired, cherished, and wanted. She wanted someone who would not only worship the ground she walked on, but also be a partner in all of her endeavors and adventures.

"With the right person, it could be an extraordinary thing."
 

As Ellie pondered these words, she slowly made her way into her bedroom, passing by the full-length mirror immediately to her right. Stopping in front of it, she looked at herself and saw a young woman who was beautiful, confident, and alluring. Sure, young men had pursued her during High School and after graduation, but nothing stuck or lasted. It seemed that they only saw her for her physical attributes and not the person within. They wanted her body and honestly, she couldn't blame them.

She was extremely proud of her figure and beauty and she wasn't afraid to flaunt it. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her sexy and expressive face. Her body was lithe and toned thanks to her fondness for yoga, pilates, and frequent visits to the gym. In the mirror, she was a reflection of her impressive vitality, power, and strength. Unfortunately, her greatest assets seemed to work against her, attracting men who only wanted to exploit her sexually, without any interest in her mind or heart. What made it worse is that she actually allowed herself to be used in such a manner.

Ellie hated to admit it, but she enjoyed sex. A little too much. It was part of the reason she found herself working at an Adult Shop . She wasn't ashamed of what she did or the industry she worked in, but she did wonder, as she looked at herself in the mirror, if it was part of the reason why she couldn't seem to find a man who wanted her for more than just her body.
 

Sighing, she turned away from the mirror and began to remove her glamorous clothing, one article at a time. Kicking off her expensive shoes and removing her  earrings, she slid out of her tight dress and hung it in her closet. Standing there, in her newly purchased lingerie, she began to remove it thinking of the waste of money she put into it. She couldn't help but feel like she should've saved the money for something more important, like a new car or her college loan payments. However, as she removed the lacy undergarments, she couldn't deny that they did make her feel sexy and confident, despite the terrible date she had just endured.
 

She replaced her lingerie with a simple pink sports bra and black cotton briefs, a downgrade in elegance, but a definite upgrade in the simple comfort. Turning off her lights, she embraced the dark environment, with only a few decorative lights  creating a dim and soothing ambiance. As she nestled into her queen-sized bed, the mattress swallowed her, offering the softness she needed after the trying evening. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, reminding herself that her failures in love did not define her. Her mind wandered to her friends and their successful relationships. Why was it so easy for them? Was there a secret ingredient that she had been missing all along? Was she doing something wrong? These questions swirled in her mind as sleep slowly began to claim her.

It was part of the reason she had roomed with Brooke, out of all the friends she had, she also seemed to struggle finding the right guy . They constantly ranted about their dating lives, a topic that had become something of a tradition during late-night pillow talks. They would discuss steamy and lewd topics, at one time had even considered engaging in a threesome with one of her dates. They were all so drunk that night which ultimately withheld them from doing so. Ellie wasn't really bisexual, more like bi-curious and Brooke herself seemed to have no interest in veering from her heterosexual  path. Regardless, between sips of wine, they would share intimate details of their own sexual experiences with each other, eagerly listening to the explicit accounts of the other's encounters. Laughter would erupt between them, genuine joy shared in the moments of humor and perversion that lounging together would offer.

Time passed as she lay on her bed, feeling the exhaustion from her day begin to wrack her body. Occasionally, after having a rough day, she would indulge herself with one of her dildos in her nightstand. It helped her to unwind and release the tension that she had accumulated. Although she was a bit restless and the temptation was certainly there, she soon found herself slowly drifting off to a deep slumber, carried away by the gentle waves of dreams.

Maybe in the morning.

*****

The young woman woke up shivering. Her eyelids fluttered  open revealing her dark room. The lights from the city provided just enough light to her room, giving it a dim and eerie glow. She thought she saw movement but it was difficult to tell. Was it Brooke? Was it another sleepless night for her to come snuggle and share the bed space with her?

Reaching over in silence, she turned on the lamp sitting on her bedside table. She squinted briefly from the sudden burst of light.

"Brooke? Is that you?"

She heard a low gasp, it was definitely not feminine.  As she turned, expecting to see her roommate standing there sheepish and embarrassed, instead she saw something that confused her more than she had ever felt before. For several seconds, she didn't know what exactly she was looking at.

The figure, now illuminated by the soft light of the lamp, was a man. No, not a man. It was...something else. Tall, dark and very muscular, with what looked like wings folded behind him. She blinked several times before she got a clearer visual. The body was covered in a mixture of soft fur and scaled patches, like a reptilian tiger. His hooved feet looked strong and powerful and the claws on his hands looked menacing. As she examined his face, she was stunned at how many yellow eyes he possessed between his massive bat-like ears. She counted at least a dozen of various sizes, scattered across his forehead and cheekbones. Large tusks protruded from his mouth , framing two rows of razor-sharp teeth. His hair was dark like the night sky, with streaks of silver throughout. He was like a terrifyingly beautiful dream that had somehow materialized in her room.

"What the hell?" She exclaimed as her first reaction was to cover herself with her bed sheets, but realized she had not pulled the covers over her when she had initially drifted off to sleep.

Immediately, the unknown entity brought its clawed finger to his lips in an effort to silence her, all while extending his hand outwards in a halting motion. A low and commanding voice resonated in her room, the unexpected richness causing her to shudder.

 

"I beg your pardon."

Ellie was surprised that the creature, whatever he was, spoke. It actually spoke!

"I mean you no harm."

She was speechless. She couldn't believe her eyes. Was she dreaming? As she rubbed her eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening, she realized that she was not. The creature before her was real, and it had somehow managed to enter her room without making a sound. Fear crept up her spine as she considered the possibilities of how this being had found its way into her apartment, but she quickly pushed that thought aside, focusing instead on the matter at hand.
 

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as her eyes darted around the room, looking for any signs of danger. "How did you get in here?"
 

Now using both hands to emphasize his need for a quiet and peaceful discussion, he explained, "I please ask for your forgiveness." His words caused her to turn to stare and marvel at him. "There is clearly a big misunderstanding. You see, I have come here to...frighten someone else."

Confused, she raised an eyebrow, still apprehensive in whatever it was she was talking to. "What the hell! What are you talking about?"

Sighing heavily, the creature looked defeated as if he realized what he said came out wrong. His wings briefly sprouted out before folding back over behind him. "My name is Charles. To put it simply, I am a Monster."

Ellie stared at him with the most baffled expression on her face. He introduced himself as 'Charles' and stated that he was a monster. It almost seemed comical, a monster named Charles.

"I have come here to scare a little child...but it would appear that she and her family had relocated." He rubbed the back of his head nervously as he cast his gaze towards her. "I assume you have moved to this residence recently."

Staring at his physique and towering figure, Ellie couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and curiosity. She had never seen anything like him before. Charles seemed to notice her trepidation and gave her a gentle smile, trying to reassure her that he meant no harm.
 

"Please, don't be afraid," he said, extending his hands in a peaceful gesture. "I'm not here to hurt you or anyone else. I just need to find someone to scare, and I was under the impression that this was still the right address."
 

Ellie eyed him suspiciously for a few moments before responding. "You...say this as if it's a normal business."

He chuckled nervously. "You would be surprised how close to the truth that statement is. You see, we require children's screams to-" He suddenly stopped himself, shaking his head in a moment of embarrassment. "Sorry, I said too much. I will leave you."

The young woman couldn't explain it, but she found herself reaching her hand out in an attempt to stop him. "No, wait!" Ellie exclaimed, not entirely sure why she wanted this strange creature to stay. Perhaps it was mere curiosity, or the desire to understand something she had never before encountered. Whatever the reason, she found herself reaching out in an attempt to halt his way back to wherever he came from. She was both surprised and relieved that he stopped, directing his attention back to her.

"I uh..." She exhaled , grasping for the right words. "Would you mind if I ask you some questions?"
 

He seemed reluctant to answer, seemingly wanting to instead retreat to a safe environment, away from her. However, she slowly turned in her direction, causing her to suddenly realize that this monster wore no visible clothing and that he sported a rather impressive sheathed package. She widened her eyes and blushed, quickly averting her gaze back to his many eyes.

"I don't know. I shouldn't keep my Scare Assistant waiting." He shifted his weight, and Ellie couldn't help but stare at the massive muscles that rippled beneath his fur and scales. She had never seen anything like him before, and she couldn't deny that she was fascinated.

"Scare Assistant? So, scaring kids is like, literally your job?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "For real?"

Charles nodded cautiously, a duty-bound expression etched upon his features. "Afraid so."
 

Ellie's brows furrowed together in confusion. "Does this, um, job have a specific name?" Her curiosity bubbled over, and she found herself itching to learn all that she could about this peculiar creature.
 

"In your world, we are called many things. Some people call us Monsters, while others refer to us as specters, wraiths or ghouls." He paused, letting the gravity of his words envelop the room. "But we refer to ourselves as 'Scarers'. Our job is to frighten children and give them nightmares. It may sound twisted and cruel, but it's necessary for our kind's continued existence. Their screams give our world power."
 

Dropping her jaw, the young half naked woman was stunned by the utterly bizarre confession this strange monster was making. She couldn't help but form a wide smile and laugh out in a light tone. Charles seemed put off from her chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh." She waved her hand dismissively. "It just sounds like something from a kids movie, you know?"

"I can understand how otherworldly it sounds ." He hesitated, glancing around her room as if expecting someone or something to burst through her walls and interfere. "But you must believe me when I say, this is real and has been the way of our existence for millennia. We do not harm the children maliciously. Our duty is only to scare them, to give them a good fright and nothing more. Our world thrives on it. Relies on it."
 

Ellie stared into Charles's countless eyes, searching them for any hint of deception or falsehood. It was difficult to tell from a glance, but his tone made up for his alien features that were ultimately difficult to read.
 

It was strange, but she felt a sense of comfort at his words. He had come for another person to scare, to scare a child according to him. It dawned upon her that it was odd, but she wasn't afraid. If anything, she found his uniqueness intriguing. A warm smile spread across her face, and she nodded.
 

"Okay. I believe you."
 

He tilted his head in confusion as if her being accepting of his existence was beyond belief. Ellie chuckled at the thought.
 

"Well, it's certainly unusual. But I guess anything can happen in this crazy world." She couldn't help but feel a sense of fascination towards Charles. He was unlike anything she had ever seen before, and his strange tale of being a 'Scarer' was intriguing. "And to be perfectly honest," She directed towards his appearance, "Your looks alone are more than enough to keep me from sleeping tonight. I mean, a real monster in my room." She cocked her head to the side, giving him a coy stare as if suggesting something to him. "Were you watching me sleep?"
 

 A light chuckle erupted from his mouth as he shifted his stance. It was evident that he was surprised but enjoying her playful tone.
 

"Admittedly, I was, but mostly because of how confused I was of the situation." Charles responded, still trying to understand and process her words and actions while clearly trying to hide away his embarrassment. "I uh...I also admit I am nervous to return with my report." He paused. "You...won't tell anyone of this, will you?"

Confused, she shuffled in her bed as she sat up more. "Why?"

"We are to avoid adult humans at all costs. Exposing ourselves to any of them could risk our world being discovered." He huffed quietly. "Plus, I could lose my job."

"Well, we can't have that now, can we?" She replied with a mischievous smile as ideas began to form in her head.
 

Despite having entered her slumber in a blissful state, it seemed as if her brain had now been fully awakened by the mysterious and intriguing Charles. Especially when her eyes would continuously take a peek at his exposed and imposing body along with his sheathed package. It was an impressive sight, stirring foreign ideas and thoughts within her. She couldn't help it, it was intriguing to say the least. Even the arousal she felt before falling asleep, was reigniting within her.

"No, I won't tell anyone. You have my word." She offered him an assuring but nervous smile. "So...am I the first adult human you have ever seen?" She shifted her body in a more presentable manner, wondering if Monsters in his world shared similar needs and desires or were biologically different from humans. The idea, as new as it was, of a Monster with a penis filled her mind with images she hadn't known existed. Such fantasies were a stark contrast to the colored dildos displayed proudly in the display windows of the adult shop she worked at.
 

"Um, yes. I suppose that you are." Charles the Monster replied with a hint of curiosity. "However, I am unfamiliar as to why this is important."
 

"Oh well, it's just that I was wondering if you've, you know..." She trailed off, the tips of her cheeks now a fiery shade of red. "Ever interacted with a human woman before." She bit her bottom lip, hoping that she wasn't crossing any lines or risking her life in the process. Charles seemed taken aback by her question, his many eyes looking at her with a puzzled expression. It was clear that he didn't quite understand what she was asking. "You know, like, intimately? Sexually?" she clarified, feeling a bit self-conscious now.
 

The Monster was taken back and thought for about a minute before answering. "No, never. Why would I-?" He reluctantly took a step towards her closet door. "It is rumored that you humans are toxic to our kind. That a single touch from you could kill me."

"Really?" This information surprised her and seemed to come out of nowhere. "Why do you think that?"

He stopped himself, shuffling his weight as if he was conflicted with the words that he said, "I...am uncertain." The winged monster abruptly shrugged. "Look, I don't understand why you would even be interested in that sort of thing with me."

'You're not the least bit curious?" She asked as she leaned back, making herself more comfortable as she sat on her bed.
 

Holy shit, she thought to herself. Am I really engaging in a sexually charged conversation with a monster? But the truth was, yes, yes she was. It turned out that not only was Charles real, but he was also incredibly attractive, in an otherworldly sort of way. Ellie couldn't help but be drawn in by his mysterious aura and his commanding presence.

Charles seemed to actually consider her questions  for a moment and finally replied, "Well, I suppose I am a little bit curious. I've never met a human who was so open and accepting of my existence." He paused. "But, why are you so interested in such an engagement with me?"

She began to rub her legs together, her excitement heightening at the prospect  of being with this mysterious creature, despite the oddity of it all. "Well, you're different, exotic even. I've never met a monster before. I mean, sure I've seen a few in movies or TV shows, but they're nothing like you. You're real. It's...a new experience to witness." She bit her lower lip as she looked at him suggestively. "Besides, you kind of caught me in a very good mood. You should consider yourself very lucky."

The monster glanced at her closet door for a few moments before cautiously approaching her. "I must confess, I find your curiosity about me intriguing. The feeling is mutual, as I have never met someone as captivating and open to understanding my kind as you. However, I am still on duty."

Ellie scooted to the side of the bed, looking up at him as he stood before her.  She couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as she stared at his imposing figure. She observed his genitals, practically pulsing at the thought of experiencing something so foreign and new. She stared up at him, her eyes roaming every inch of his muscular physique, stopping often to examine the bulging package before her. She couldn't handle her fascination any longer and before she knew it, her hands reached out. Her fingertips brushed against his waistline, palming the thick shaft semi-nestled within his tight fur. She gazed into his eyes and saw a flicker of surprise flash across his countenance.
 

"Then make me scream for you," she suggested, her fingers brushing the base of his manhood. His dark member began to emerge from its protective covering, stretching and growing at her touch. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, but the erotic throbbing it radiated sent shivers down her spine. "that is, if you are interested." It was clear that he was.
 

Ellie couldn't believe the sheer size and girth of it, the darkness contrasting sharply against her pale complexion. Dropping her eyes, she traced the outline of it with her fingers, the texture smothered with an intricate pattern of dark veins. It was warm and damp to the touch. Her heart raced erratically as she smothered his void in her warm hands, her breaths erratic and short from the surge of pleasure rising within her. As she looked up at Charles, she could see his once curious apprehension has now shifted towards inquisitive desire. 
 

The young woman could hardly believe this was happening. She was about to fuck a Monster from her closet.

 

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Edited July 21 by Sultry Sabria

[Sultry Sabria]

***UPDATE***

As I was working on the next picture set with Faloria, I came across sudden freezes in the game. From transitioning to a different lot to entering build mode, my game would not respond. Definitely not good. I figured at the time, that my laptop simply needed a break since I had it running almost all day working on projects but when I saw that the problem continued, I knew that this was going to slow my creativity to a near halt. As I attempted to discern and reflect on what the problem was, I came to realize a handful of things:

 

1. I have A LOT of Mods that is taking up space and causing Sims to slow down.
2. I need to remove some mods that I no longer use.
3. Some of my personal settings for my laptop has reverted back to default and no matter how many times I change it, they go back to default.
4. One of the fans to my laptop has stopped working.
5. This laptop is nearly 3 years old and outdated.
6. I need a new computer.

Now, the good news is, the laptop I am currently using can still run and I still have quite a few picture sets I can share. But being the perfectionist that I am, I have some stories to write and some touch ups to do with the images. So, it's not like I'm going away or anything. To put it simply, progress may be slower than you and I would like. I have another project I am working on outside of Sims 4 and also giving myself some much needed personal time. I'll try to post at least once a week until I can either get things to a more functional state or I get a new computer. Thank you all for your patience and interest in my work. I'll try to have something posted in the next few days.

[Sultry Sabria]

⭐PICTURE SET!!!⭐

 

I cater to the Dungeons and Dragons lovers with this new Faloria picture set. For those of you who do not know or care about this fun tabletop game, allow me to provide a little context. One of my favorite encounters in a D&D sessions was encountering Myconids, who provided our team of adventures with safe haven as we recovered from a Basilisk assault that nearly killed two of us. When our DM described these monsters, their culture and when our characters interacted with them, I was mesmerized. I will never forget that session. Myconids or "Fungus Ones" are walking, breathing mushroom sentients that reside underground. They are generally peaceful and passive unless provoked. They grow spores and mushrooms and basically get high to obtain enlightenment and higher living.

I enjoyed making these monsters and I absolutely love how they turned out, even if some of the accessories that they were supposed to have on them didn't appear in this picture set. Yeah, I think I made a mistake by copying their outfit but not realizing that the added features to their outfit didn't register or something. Oh well. I still love it. I also love the lot I chose for the scene. Tranquil, majestic and beautiful. Exactly what I was looking for.

"Blessings upon the Myconids"
By Sultry Sabria

 

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"I don't trust them."

"The Myconids? They gave us exactly what we needed." Faloria countered. "Besides, Atlas assured us that they mean no harm."

"And I don't trust him." The Dragonborn snarled.

The Elven Cleric sighed. "You don't trust anybody."

"I trust you."

"That's because you've slept with me."

The pair waited for their new addition to the partnership to return from hand delivering the rare and crucial reagent that was provided by the fungal-kind of the Myconids. At a distance, they watched their new companion, Atlas speak with the local farmer as he handed him a satchel with the special fungi inside. The two watched and observed to see the farmer collapse onto his knees in gratitude, clutching the satchel tightly to his chest. He then grabbed the Human Ranger's legs and cloak, swarming him in praise.

"We risked our lives for a mushroom." Skorvak muttered, crossing his arms disapprovingly. "We battled Bullywugs and a Hydra and in the end, the reward is a mere 50 gold."

"And a saved life." She reminded him as she turned to face him, a bit taken back by his lack of gratitude and empathy. "Sometimes the reward is not always monetary, my friend." She reached out, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Sharess teaches us that pleasure and unity go hand in hand with love and service."

 

His nostrils flared. "I suppose." He motioned to Atlas who began to make his way back towards the two. "Still, I'm not fond of this one."

Faloria was aware of Skorvak's inability to trust others given his time as a prisoner in Ambergraul. She sympathized with him, being framed for a crime he did not commit and being left for dead. Even his own family disowned him. She remembered first meeting him, and how much effort it took for her to gain his trust.

"May I remind you, that he saved your scaled hide from that Hydra? Show a little gratitude."

He growled a little. "I see it from a different perspective."

She rolled her eyes. "If you say so."

Atlas approached, his brown cloak swaying gently with each confident step. The Elf admired the way he presented himself. Humble, brave, and noble. The human hailed from the eastern regions, claiming he was raised by an Inquisition of Rangers that served the God Lathander. It was he that approached them, seeking able bodied adventurers to aid him in helping this unfortunate farmer and his deathly ill wife. He had been in their company for the past two days, aiding them in their search for the rare fungus. They worked well together, having successfully found the very reagent needed to treat the farmer's sick wife. She admired his skills as an archer and his ability to read the environment better than any map ever could. It certainly helped them as they trudged through the Marrowgloom Swamp.

"Here, 50 gold as promised." Atlas stated, tossing the small pouch of gold to the roguish Dragonborn. Skorvak caught it in his hand, grunting before opening it to begin counting.

"And the woman?" Faloria asked.

His handsome smile brightened. "She will be fine. Praise Lathander we got back here in time." She matched his smile, grateful to hear the good news. "We must also give our thanks to the Myconids, without their aid and guidance, we never would have found the Gloommoss Mushroom."

She agreed wholeheartedly, her gray eyes sparkling with warmth. The strange fungal sentients were kind enough to provide knowledge of the mushroom's whereabouts as well as provide two guides to aid them in their quest. Faloria had never encountered Myconids before but found them to be intriguing and very welcoming. The two that accompanied them through the swamp refrained from engaging in combat and preferred to hide when danger arose. Skorvak didn't care for that. She, on the other hand, couldn’t bear the thought of them perishing simply for helping them out to locate the rare fungus.

"I must say," Atlas smiled proudly. "I rather enjoyed your company, both of you. To show my appreciation of your willingness to aid me, I offer you my bow and skills in your journey. What say you?"

The two looked at each other. Faloria could tell that the Dragonborn cared very little to have others accompany them in their line of work. Just the two of them, they worked well together like a sharp blade and a strong grip. But they were also limited in what jobs they could take. Given the scales in size or numbers in their line of work, they knew that it couldn't just be the two of them forever. Skorvak knew this, even if he was too stubborn to admit it out loud.

Faloria smiled, as if telling her scaley friend that she approved of his offer to join them. He huffed but nodded, begrudgingly. She turned to face their human companion.

"Welcome to the team, Atlas."

He clapped his gloved hands together and smiled. "Very good." He turned to the sky and whistled loudly before extending his arm out. Descending from the trees high above, swooped down his hawk, Reaver. As the majestic raptor perched onto his arm, he reached for his pouch on his belt and fed the bird a raw piece of meat. He turned to his two new companions. "Tarry in town awhile, so that I can go speak to the Myconids. I will provide for them a token for their generous aid. I will meet you in the Tavern in the morning."

The Elf suddenly felt a compulsion, a spiritual stirring from her Goddess. It took her a few moments to process the sudden swirls of emotion from her mind to the pit of her stomach, but it filled her with grace and peace. For a moment, she didn't know what it was that her Goddess desired of her to do, which was a rare occurrence for the devoted priestess. But as she watched their new friend turn to begin making his way in the direction to where the Myconid's Circle dwelt in the thick lush forest, she began to understand what it was Sharess compelled her to do.

"Wait, Atlas." She called out, prompting the Ranger to turn and look at her curiously. "Allow me to meet with them."

Both Atlas and Skorvak looked at her in confusion. "May I ask why?"

She didn't have a definitive answer, but she had a hunch it had something to do with her practices as a cleric of her Goddess. Something whispered in her mind, a gentle voice that made her feel calm and determined.

 

Faloria stepped forward to stand beside Atlas, her hand tentatively on his arm. She looked up at him, her gray eyes steady and focused. She spoke boldly, her voice steady despite the nervousness that trembled within her. "I feel the call of Sharess. I must meet with them."

 

Atlas tilted his head slightly as he considered her words, taking a moment to look over his pursuit partner before responding. "You're certain?"

She only gave him a nod, her gaze unwavering. She watched him smile before turning towards the direction of Skorvak.

"In that case, WE shall meet you at the Tavern in the morning, Faloria." He smirked before making his way past her and patting the Dragonborn on the shoulder who instinctively shrugged away after the impact. "Come then, my friend. I'll buy you a drink."

"Hmm...I still don't like you." He snarled as he began to follow the cloaked Ranger but had a pep in his step at the mention of a drink..

"Yes, I know."

Faloria smiled as she watched her companions walk away. She recalled the direction they took to get to the Myconid's Circle, their place of residence. If she remembered correctly, it was roughly a three hour hike. She looked at the sky to see that the sun was preparing to set. Darkness would fill the sky by the time she got there.

"I better get moving then." She told herself before she began to make her way towards the trees.

*****

 

Following the small trail was more difficult than she remembered. Their first trek to the small underground residence, seemed more simple and graceful. She did have to remind herself that they were accompanied by a Ranger who was leading them the way, perhaps even taking small detours that not only lessened their travel time, but provided a more steady and safer passage. Night had fallen by this point , and Faloria relied heavily on the soft glow of her Divine Inspiration, a holy symbol that glowed warmly to help her navigate the dense forest. Her only relief from the eerie sounds of the woods were the occasional hoots of nearby owls and shuffling of leaves from the small critters, spooked by her presence.
 

She must have been hiking for a couple hours now, causing her to sigh heavily from the weight of her armor and two handed sword. The Elf was strong and fit, but endurance during a long hike was not something she was used to. Her endurance was useful in other activities.

As she reached the top of a hill, she began to see familiar indicators that she was on the right track. She recognized that tree with grayish moss growing on its bark, the one that looked as if it was bending. The path sloped downwards from this point, leading to the entrance of a round, short cavern surrounded by soft blue and white mushrooms. She felt a sense of nervous excitement, as before they sought for their aid, she had never entered such a place before, nor encountered quite *this* strange sentient of species.
 

Before she knew it, she was standing right outside the entrance of the Myconid Circle. The smell here was strange; something earthy and damp, just like their last visit only a little stronger. Last time they arrived here, there were a few of them that were harvesting outside of the cave entrance for some type of soil. She could see the pits they were digging from just a day or so ago, barren and devoid of any of their kind. Where were they?

"Hello?" She called into the cave. She waited for a few minutes, giving them the chance to approach her to respond. Not receiving an answer or seeing any movement in the dimly lit tunnel, she began to make her way inside.

Although the earthly corridor was lit with luminescent fungus, she held her holy symbol up to glow brightly to provide extra sight for her.The tunnel was damp, and with every step, she felt the moisture in the air soaking her boots. Puddles of water had formed at the base of the cave's walls.

Faloria maneuvered around the mounds and patches of mushrooms and spores, knowing that they were special to the Fungai people. She began to smell something stronger in the air. The deeper she went, the stronger it became. She finally reached the main chamber, the massive spores and tree-sized mushrooms that greeted the party before. The vast opening seemed to be empty and the chamber was filled with that same strong smell she detected earlier. It smelled of earth, roots, and had a sweet scent to it. It was pleasant, but foreign to the Elf.

Whatever it was, it seemed to elevate and tickle all of her senses after a few minutes of smelling it. She blinked as she felt as if she was losing control of her body. Her mind was becoming numb. Her fingers twitched, her knees buckled, her back arched and she sighed slowly.

"Whoa..."

It was at that moment she felt a set of hands grab her, and the familiar hums and grumbles she recognized as the Myconid language. She felt her body beginning to float as she was slowly being dragged away from the massive fungal spores. Time seemed to have slowed down for the young Cleric, as she watched through tunnel vision as she was being taken elsewhere.
 

She was in and out of consciousness for who knows how long. The weightlessness eventually lifted, and she found herself sprawled out on a soft mound of luscious grass and moss. She could see the night sky, stars blanketing the dark beyond. As she sat up, her mind seemingly returning to normal, she glanced around to see more tall luminating spores and fungus, some as tall as her, others even taller. It was clear she was no longer underground, but somewhere that still belonged to the Myconids.

She heard footsteps, causing her to turn immediately to the source of the approaching figure. She calmed herself to see the two familiar fungal guides that aided her and her comrades through the swamp.

"Oh, thank Sharess." She smiled. "I was worried I walked into some sort of trap." She stood up, lightly brushing off any dust or debris from her armor and leathers. "Things got...a little strange down there."

She blushed as she realized that the larger of the two was gesturing towards her to approach, holding in his hands a strange but inviting mushroom about the size of a skull. It glowed faintly, pulsing with a warm, golden light that seemed to radiate serenity. She watched the other one place his hand upon the top of the majestic fungus, hinting to her that she should follow his actions.
 

Without a second thought, she reached out but placed her hand on the soft head of the mushroom. Instantly, she felt her mind swirl, causing her eyes to widen as she experienced what felt like strings tugging and pulling her consciousness. It was as if all forms of transparency were stripped away and she felt both vulnerable but enlightened at the same time.

"There, your mind is joined with ours, Elf friend."
 

Faloria's eyes shifted towards the two Myconids, who stared back at her with their strange eyes and glowing irises. The voice was soft, gentle, soothing and inviting, like a longtime friend she had not heard from in years.

"I don't...how-" Faloria struggled to speak as she was amazed by this strange experience. She looked at her hand as well as theirs as they each were holding onto the mushroom together. "So this is how you spoke with Atlas before."

She and Skorvak previously had kept much of their distance from the Myconids, choosing to observe their interactions from afar. All she and the Dragonborn heard were hums, grumbles and sometimes whistles yet the Ranger spoke to them as if he understood their language. It was certainly a language she had never heard of. But as of now, her mind was connected with theirs in a telepathic bond. It was a surreal experience.

She smiled, keeping her hand on the fungus in case removing it would break the connection. "It's nice to actually speak with you." Faloria said, her voice laced with genuine interest and curiosity. "I didn't mean to enter uninvited."

"It is no trouble. You must forgive our interference as you were entering in the middle of our brethren and sisters melding."  The calmer of the two spoke. "It is harmless to your kind but can leave one incapacitated for hours. We did not see your companion or Atlas in your company. Are they well?"

 

She nodded. "Oh, yes! They are fine." She used her other hand to brush away a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I...I um, felt compelled to return here to thank your...circle for their aid."

"I see." The other responded. "Our brethren and sisters had already begun melding by the time we returned. I am afraid they will be unresponsive for quite some time."

It was rather fitting considering it was these two who accompanied them and aided them in finding the rare mushroom in the swamp. If anyone deserved a thanks and reward for their service, it was these two. She internally sought for the blessing and guidance from Sharess on what she should offer to these two strange but generous beings. Her heart began to flutter, her desires began to ignite and her mind set on providing an offering that was befitting of a Cleric to the Goddess Sharess.

 

"Oh, that's all right." She replied to the two. "Among your entire people, the two of you certainly deserve our thanks and gratitude. I have come to offer you a gift that you may take great joy and pleasure in. That is, if you are interested."

The two fungal creatures nodded in understanding. "We welcome your gift."

She looked at the two, wondering if their anatomy even allowed for pleasure in the traditional sense. "My goddess teaches that pleasure is a divine gift, imbued by the Gods themselves. Have either of you ever partook of another's body beyond your own kind?"

The two looked at each other before in what looked like confusion before turning back to the Cleric with a slight shake of their heads. "We have not."

Slowly and with sultry steps, she stepped up to the one closest to her and slid her hand off of the mushroom, trailing it along the cold skin of his fungal arm before resting it on his shoulder.

"I offer you an opportunity to do so." She whispered throatily, staring into the glowing, pale eyes of the Myconid before her.

 

She felt a shudder run through the fungal form as it let out a low hum, the vibrations tingling against her resting hand. Having removed her hand from the source of their telepathic conversation, she could only hear those low soothing hums and grumbles as he responded back to her. While a part of her wanted to place her hand back upon the spore to help her communicate with them, the other side of her actually found their natural language beautiful in a strange way.

 

She didn't know what he was saying, but his response wasn't that of reluctance or resistance. Rather, it was openness and curiosity. She smiled at him warmly and leaned in closer, her blond hair cascading down her shoulders as she did so.

 

"I want to show you pleasure like you've never experienced before." She whispered to him, her breath hot and heavy against his surface.

 

The hums grew louder, vibrating against her fingertips as they traversed further along his form, her touch sending a shiver throughout his entire being while the other one observed.  Her other hand rested upon his chest, feeling the life upon his cold, soft fungal skin that seemed to breathe to her touch. She looked into his orbs as she trailed her palm and fingers from his chest down  to his midriff, watching as his body shuddered and hummed in pleasure from her light touch.

 

She smiled, continuing to do so, exploring the sensations from these new and strange, yet wonderful beings. All humans, elves, and dwarves have the sensation of touch yet there was something different about this one. It was like running her finger tips along a stone covered in moss, soft and cool to the touch yet solid beneath the surface. She felt his body stiffen beneath her touch, and his hums growing louder as she continued to trace down his body. It was at that moment that she noticed a stem beginning to emerge between his legs.

She stared down, her mouth agape as she watched it grow. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, hard and thick like a human penis, but it looked like it was made of fungi.  The tip bulged slightly and was surrounded by small folds that seemed to resemble a flower ready to bloom. She was both fascinated and overwhelmed, feeling the sudden heat of her own desire build between her thighs.

 

"Is this a natural reaction for your kind?" Faloria asked, her voice trembling slightly as she watched the Myconid's stem growing in length. She looked into his eyes. "Or did I just start something new for you?"

The Myconid hummed in response, his body quivering with pleasure under her touch causing the Cleric to smile sweetly. The other Myconid stepped closer, watching in fascination as Faloria continued to explore the strange new appendage. She looked over to him, noticing the growth protruding from his body as well. His was shaped a bit differently, but equally intriguing. She let out a giggle, feeling a thrill of excitement and wonder at this strange new discovery.

 

"Well then," she said, her voice low and sultry as she looked back into the eyes of the Myconid before her. "Allow me to share with you the blessing from my Goddess."

 

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Edited July 25 by Sultry Sabria

[TheRegularFapp]

I love your elf character. I hope we can see more of her with devils, classic werewolf’s, or even mindflayers. 

[Sultry Sabria]

⭐PICTURE SET!!!⭐ (Requested)

 

Yes, I do take requests, though the set will likely be smaller and no story would be tied to it. I thought about charging any commissions from you fine people but I later decided against it, at least for now. Some of these sets take up a lot of my free time and can be grueling to do, especially coming up with the stories connected to them. This request came from KingAsimXXX who wanted me to have their Sim getting fucked by a monster. A pretty simple request. I would like to thank them for the model, she really is quite stunning.

I like the idea of demons from the Netherworld snagging women from Earth and bringing them back to be trained as sex slaves and servants. It's one of my darker fantasies I like to write about. I figured for this scene, that this fine woman was unfortunate to be captured years ago and has now been tasked to serve any Demon and their requests. A simple but effective set. I love the design of the demon. I may reuse him later on.

If any of you would to see any of your female Sims in these picture sets, send me a private message and we can discuss it. I have many other sets I want to work on, so it will likely be a while before you see it posted here. And with that, I'm gonna take a nap.

 

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Edited July 28 by Sultry Sabria